Duke of Grief

"Black Forest..."

Cervantes stood on the Great Wall, stood in the snow, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the jungle not far ahead.

Hundreds of years ago, his father had organized a team to expedite the Black Forest, but he came back with a feather, and almost the entire army was annihilated.

It is also because of this event that led to the old duke's gloom and depression. It can be said that this is one of the causes of the death of the old duke. If it is not for the old duke's grudge, he may not choose to leave so quickly.

This time, he will also lead an army to the Black Forest expedition, but it is different from the original one.

At the beginning, his father could only lead the knights, even without any logistical supplies. The damaged weapons and equipment could not be repaired, and even the rest could not be guaranteed. All conditions were very difficult.

But he is different. This time the expedition to the Black Forest was for ‘war’. The Black Forest was just a road to the battlefield. The Expedition to the Black Forest was just to open up the road and to ensure supply.

Times have changed, if it was in his father's time, this kind of thing might not even dare to think, but now, it has become a reality.

According to their estimates, they will probably encounter the first Zerg invading the world near the Astor Mountains, but before that, they must ensure the safety of the supply route.

Once Serra's plan was to break into the Black Forest to expand the Principality's territory, but this plan was nowhere to be affected by the magic wave.

Now, this plan is probably able to restart!

Today's climate is quite weird and extreme. Even in winter, there may be a scorching sun, but even in summer, there will be violent winds and snow.

This is a major obstacle to their fight against the Zerg. Although such weather may also affect the Zerg, the worms are originally a type of victory, no matter how many deaths or injuries, it does not matter to them.

If they can defeat the Zerg warships and masters earlier, they may be able to end the war sooner, but since the Zerg has such a weakness, they will also arrange a lot of this themselves...

Black Dragon closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Now, they probably only see tricks and tricks, because those bugs rarely do any tricks or tricks, no matter what the enemy is, they will only advance the whole army and press all the forces up.

They don't need to play conspiracy at all, their own strength is enough to let them push everything with power.

Behind Cervantes, the military barracks at the foot of the Great Wall and the fortresses further behind were preparing for the final.

Everyone including Serena is busy-except him!

This time the war with the Zerg did not send troops across the continent, and many countries and regions, including the traditional powers of the Kurt Kingdom and the Free City-State Alliance, would not send troops.

On the contrary, both the Mohr Business Federation and the Eagle Kingdom will send troops to participate in this war, even if the number is not large, but it is also an expression.

Thinking about this, Cervantes glanced at the magic tree beside him with some regrets. "Unfortunately, you have been with the Great Wall, otherwise, you will get a lot of growth this time."

Hearing the words of the black dragon, the branches and leaves of the magic tree tremble slightly, a vine mustard suddenly bends, and an oval green-blue thing is rolled before him.

Seeing this, Cervantes lighted up and smiled hey, reached for it, took the seed that was half his slap, and couldn't help but wonder: "How can I forget? If you forgot? Without seeds, it is impossible to split so many similar trees to take root in other sections of the Great Wall."

This magic tree has long been integrated with the Great Wall and has become a part of the [Great Wall System], and even internally evolved military facilities such as ammunition depots and shooting ports.

But after all, it is still a life, even if it can continue to grow, but the body cannot be too wide, it is impossible to encompass the entire Great Wall alone.

Therefore, it splits out some of its own child strains, which can be regarded as a part of it, and can also be regarded as its heirs.

And now this seed in Cervantes is one of the sub-strains it splits, but this form is easier to carry.

With the help of the druid, its flesh and blood have been woody, but it still retains the ability to devour the flesh and grow quickly, but it is not as fast as before.

This is a price, but it is changed to the ability to self-reform. It can be said that as long as it carries a sub-strain, it carries a military camp.

The next thing they will go to is the Black Forest, and they will face the Zerg. No matter how they look, it is impossible for them to lack flesh and blood and lack nutrition.

As long as the seed is planted, they can form a stronghold, and relying on these strongholds, they can successfully build a safe logistics route.

Thinking of this, Cervantes couldn't help laughing with excitement, "Hah, in addition to the one in my hand, you have prepared other sub-plants, right?

"I said why Sarah has recently ordered the hunt for monsters, which is what happened!"

Mercenaries will not follow them to the frontline battlefield, but if they are allowed to follow the team and do things that they have long been accustomed to, then they will definitely do it for money.

As long as there is enough nutrition, the magic tree and its sub-strains can continue to split more sub-strains, but before the sub-strains grow to a certain extent, if they are forced to split, the quality of the next generation will be particularly poor, and the qualifications will also be not so good.

It is estimated that this is one of the few shortcomings, but it is not important.

This technology, which was supposed to be possessed by the elven tribe, and even they did not have it, appeared in his own hands. I have to say that this really has a feeling of time and space.

After laughing for a while, Cervantes looked up at the Black Forest again.

Their principality was the first team to enter the Black Forest, shouldering the important task of opening up roads and ensuring supply lines.

But this is also something that can't be helped. Who made the Principality of Sorrowful Wind lose little in the previous war, and the geographical position is still quite close to the Black Forest?

If not, they do not need to prepare these magic tree sub-strains that can generate a military stronghold.

The places where these sub-strains can be used are not limited to the Black Forest. If Assatom World wants to explore outside the world, these magic tree sub-strains that can self-reform are estimated to be indispensable, as long as they are slightly modified. Into a base.

Even if the place to explore does not have enough oxygen for people to survive or it is all toxic gas, this thing can adapt to most extreme environments.

"Well, bring some when you travel with Serra later!" Cervantes nodded happily, so decided.

…………

"Grandmaster."

The goblin walking into the old martial arts field just pushed the door to enter, folded his hands together, and bowed slightly to the ricket figure sitting in the void.

The mentors of all the land elf warriors, the most powerful legendary strongman of the whole alien country nodded slightly, and the voice suddenly appeared in the mind of the goblin: "Is our army the third batch?"

"Yes, master." The goblin put his hands down, but still lowered his head. "This is the best opportunity for us to integrate into the Mendes continent. Under the guidance of the maidservant, the situation on the continent is gradually moving toward peace. Our hostility and discrimination are still there, but in today's environment, they will no longer treat us as inferior creatures as before.

"Maybe they still think so, at least they will not show it."

If you can, no one wants to be so humble, but humans are too powerful. According to today's situation, as long as they do not go astray, then their tendency to become powerful is difficult to stop.

As one of the smartest among the goblins, Momma Patina knows what their goblins should do now.

——At least, can't be left behind by the times!

"...Fortunately, you haven't forgotten the glory of the goblin."

The master turned back silently, looking at Moma, and whispered: "There are many goblins immersed in the false glory piled up by money, thinking that as long as they continue to earn more money, goblins can contend with humans.

"But they have forgotten, or they simply don't want to think about it. If the goblins don't have enough power, even if they have more money, they can't protect themselves, let alone compete with humans."

Moma Patina lowered her head and listened to the Master's lesson quietly.

"Although I also want to coexist peacefully with other races, and I know that there are people in this world who really love peace, such as the maidservant Serena, peace is won, not prayed for.

The master put his feet down in the void, reached out a hand, summoned his cane, and walked outside the martial arts field, while saying: "If peace is given by others, then it is just an illusion, a use Come to paralyze the spirit and erode the illusion of will.

"It's like a raised animal. The reason why it wasn't slaughtered is because the time hasn't arrived!"

The master walked toward the sun and walked past Moma Patina. At this time, a slight call came into his ears: "Come on, your idea is very good. Use this war to train the army, To let other countries know that the goblins are not as timid as they are rumored. This is a good thing, and I am willing to support your ideas..."

Momma Verdigris suddenly looked back, looking excitedly at the master's rickety but tall back, his mouth open, not knowing what to say.

After some turbulence, he finally clenched his fists and clenched his teeth excitedly: "Yes! Thank you, Master!"

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"Look more, listen more, and stop judging the old concept to judge everything about human beings." The voice of the old shaman echoed in the carriage, pouring into the ears of all shocked orcs, "It is because of these things, Our beast talents have to surrender to humans. Perhaps human individuals are still weaker than us, but they rely on these things, but they have become stronger than us."

Steam and magic dual-powered trains run across the endless wilderness, this is the northern border of the Ogden Empire, this generation of orcs have never stepped here.

They once vowed to step in and settle here, and now they have set foot here, but not in the way they imagined.

The iron wheel and the track collided with an annoying sound that overflowed to the ears of the orcs. At this time, they seemed to have lost their previous heroism and rudeness, and carefully looked at everything around them.

When they saw this steel monster ‘eat people’, they mocked human stupidity, but when the train started, they felt dizzy and felt that everything here was so incredible.

These things have surpassed their common sense. In their minds, the steel wrapped with this'worm' is the best material for building weapons and armor. When humans take them to the station, they thought those humans I want them to help hunt this huge monster...

An orc sitting next to an old shaman's eyes flashed, slowly leaning over, and whispered, "Elder, elder, this... what kind of monster is this?"

The shaman sighed slightly and shook his head. "Humans call it a'train'. This is just one of them. There are many trains in this country, running on the earth~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Transporting materials and strengthening Regional communication has consolidated the power of the emperor..."

The shaman glanced at the orc and the orcs around him, and found that they were all blank, and could not help but sigh.

This is the gap between them and human beings. If you can, His Majesty Weng Jin is unwilling to surrender and admit defeat, but in order to save the ethnic group, more for the future of the ethnic group, only to do so.

However, not many of the orcs can understand the meaning of His Majesty, they just betrayed that His Majesty betrayed them and betrayed Wu Yong.

No matter how powerful human beings are, the orcs will not surrender, and even if the deceased races exterminate, they will not bow their heads to humans!

Most of the orcs are of this kind of thinking, but they never thought that in the past tens of thousands of years, the strength of the orcs and humans has also been so great that they were excluded from the corner of the mainland, and they almost died. , His Majesty never thought of surrendering to save the ethnic group.

Orcs are not simple-minded, but because many times they only need to use force to solve problems, so they rarely use their brains.

Only a few of the orcs understand the meaning of His Majesty the Urn, and most of them are shamans. Among these shamans, most of them are elderly people like him. .

The young people were filled with indignation and did not recognize everything that His Majesty Weng Jin did, but that was only because they did not have enough experience.

As long as there is a slight chance of success, your lord will not choose to surrender.

However, they have no odds!

"Forget... take a good rest, remember those bugs that suddenly came out of the ground, killed many tribes, and swallowed our livestock?" the shaman said in a deep voice, "this time our enemies are them!"

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