Chapter 859 Two Rib Offensive

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"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?" Nightingale's voice woke Roland from his distraction, "My lord is still waiting for your reply."

"Ah, I know all of this," Roland blinked, calmed down, and handed the report back to Barov, "Just do as you said."

"Yes," Barov stroked his chest, before leaving, he added solemnly, "Please take care of yourself, Your Majesty."

After the manager left the office, Roland asked Nightingale, "Why, do I look bad?"

"Well, it looks okay," the latter deliberately looked at him for a long time before saying, "It's just that I have been in a daze recently, and it won't be related to the erosion of the dream world, right?"

Roland shook his head, "The changes in the dream won't affect anything, it's just that some things are a little weird in retrospect, so there's nothing to worry about."

"That's right... that's fine." Nightingale curled her lips.

This is already the fourth day since he left the dreamland. Although Falti managed to locate the headquarters of the association, Ling couldn't sneak into it—according to her, there had never been a place like that area, which was clearly built in the area of ​​reaching out. There is no underground place with five fingers, but there is no shadow to hide in. There were shiny "light bands" all over her head. She waited for several hours, but she never saw it go out.

Afterwards, Ling was quite frustrated and applied for punishment to Roland, who naturally rejected it without hesitation.

The next play plan was implemented very smoothly, and Roland did not stop bringing new Taquila witches into the dreamland after that, but what he saw and heard in the headquarters that day was still like a hard stone in his heart.

From top to bottom, the whole incident reveals an indescribable strangeness.

The first is the conclusion about the membrane world.

He had always believed that in order to integrate his and Jie Luo's memories and maintain internal self-consistency, the dream world would present a modern society full of natural forces. In other words, no matter how many inconceivable phenomena there are, they are all rules set out because of the need for self-consistency—most of these rules come from his consciousness, and he can understand and accept them easily.

But the words spoken by the chief disciple, Lan, completely exceeded the scope of his knowledge reserves.

The only thing Roland knew was that membrane theory was developed from superstring theory, nothing more. These two theories are extremely mysterious, and he hasn't delved into them at all. Unlike quantum mechanics, he has even read one or two popular science books. In the dream world, they should have been hidden as invisible content, just like those books that only have a cover and are completely blank when opened.

However, whether it is Lan's explanation, or the derivation formula and proof displayed on the screen in the hall, they all look the same—this is the first time he saw something that he couldn't understand in a dream. High school students dream of a unified theory at the pinnacle of physics, absurd and unimaginable.

This even made him feel that the dream world today is completely different from the world he first entered.

It was as if something was growing crazily where he couldn't see it.

Another oddity is the chief disciple himself.

After being reminded by Garcia, Roland realized that the eyesight, hearing and reaction of the Martial Daoist were better than ordinary people. If Lan talked to him on the stage, not only the defenders around, but even the newcomers in the first two rows of the hall should be able to Heard one or two. But the fact is that no one turned their eyes to the two of them at that time, obviously it wasn't whispering in their ears, but they didn't attract any attention. At that time, he didn't take it seriously, but later he remembered, how could a newcomer who was taken care of by the chief disciple alone not attract everyone's attention?

And what the other party said made him puzzled.

"Listen to what I have to say next, it may help you."

How would it help him to tell about the origin of the corruption, the connection between the Martial Daoists and the Fallen? Even if he wholeheartedly wants to join the association and become a person who saves the world, it doesn't matter if he knows these things?

All kinds of weird signs made Roland feel a little resistance to the dream world, and he planned to temporarily stop connecting with the dream world after all the witches of God's Punishment went in to enjoy it once.

At the critical moment when the battle of divine will is approaching, it is better to be on the safe side.

"Your Majesty?" Nightingale's voice came into his ears again, this time with a faint sense of heat, "...you seem to be in a daze again."

"Ahem, I'm really fine," Roland shook his head, putting aside his distracting thoughts, "It's just that I have a little more things to think about recently, and I'm a little tired."

"But why do I feel that your words are a bit insincere?" Nightingale sat on the table and crossed her feet. "Could it be that you and those witches in the dream world..."

"This is impossible!" He suddenly felt dumbfounded, "I just took them to experience different flavors of food!"

"Hmm...that sentence is true," Nightingale blinked, showing a sly smile, "I'm also a little worried, I can't go to that world, I can't protect you all the time, if they suddenly get into trouble, I'll be in trouble After all, after hundreds of years of unconsciousness, now that you have finally recovered, you will definitely want to relive all the feelings in the past, there are more than 20 people, how can you stand up to them?"

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it is," Roland glared at her angrily, "Who did you learn these ideas from, so can't you put this energy into studying?"

Nightingale covered her mouth, "I just mentioned it casually."

"If I have your ability, then it will definitely remind me loudly that you are lying," Roland snorted, "You wanted to ask this from the very beginning, right?"

"Okay, I admit it...but I'm not alone in thinking about it," Nightingale stuck out her tongue and disappeared, "I was also entrusted to ask."

Entrusted by others? Before Roland had time to ask who was entrusted, there was already a knock on the door outside the office.

He had no choice but to take back the words temporarily, "Come in."

The door opened, and a tall man walked in quickly, then neatly put his legs together, and raised his hands to salute Roland, "Your Majesty, Iron Ax reports to you!"

It's about four or five days' journey from Clearwater Port to Neverwinter City, and it's quite exhausting to take a boat all the way here, but on the face of this foreign officer, he can't see a trace of fatigue, and his eyes still reveal Full of spirit and high fighting spirit.

"Very good," Roland nodded with relief, "You should already know the battle plan of Neverwinter, right?"

"I heard what Brian said roughly," Iron Ax replied, "The First Army will divide its troops into two groups, recover Graycastle from the east and west, and finally cross the border and attack the City of Dawn Glory. But I don't understand one thing, you Let Brian take over my task and stay in Clearwater Port to protect Miss Echo, so who will be in charge of the Eastern Front?"

It seems that he has put the main direction of attack on his shoulders before assigning tasks. Roland couldn't help but smile and said, "Bryan still lacks experience, so it's not a problem to defend a place, but leading an army alone is still prone to accidents, so Dong Dong You are in charge of the line army."

Tie Ax was taken aback for a moment, "The offensive on the western front..."

"I will direct it myself," Roland said slowly.