Doomsday Totem

Chapter 585 Concession
At 37170410:9 p.m. on Dr.58 Silver City time, just as Tie Slag and others sailed into the No. [-] war zone, near Elk City, on a large silver-gray battleship painted with birds and garlands, two men were While drinking, chatting.

This is the living room on the ship, the decoration is very luxurious, a large number of crystals are inlaid on the top, and the light shines from the inside, which is extremely gorgeous.

One of the men was slender and indifferent, wearing a light gray robe with an iron skull cross hanging on his chest, leaning against a mahogany bar counter.The countertop was shining with light, reflecting his handsome face.The other man was tall and burly, with a tough face, and there was a sense of power between his brows, and he had the air of a soldier.

Of the two, the former is Matthew the Chosen, the first in line heir of the Gresham family, a great aristocrat in the west, and the latter is Mason March, the captain of the sixth brigade of the fifth army of the Dawn Expeditionary Army.

"I'm sorry, Master Matthew, I didn't get the quota to participate in the war." Mason said with a serious face and some helplessness.The March family is a vassal noble of the Gresham family, and Mason was single-handedly promoted by them.

"Is it because of that kid named Hildebrand?" Matthew asked calmly.

"It's him." Mason nodded.In the past two years, Princess Temple has promoted many newcomers.And each of these newcomers was more difficult to deal with than the other, and Hildebrand Suja was one of them.They are incompatible with the interest groups formed by the expeditionary army over the years, and relying on their special status, they are not fake to the chief.Things that were originally easy to operate have become very complicated because of their existence.

For example, this time, the Dai Marshal dispatched some knights from the Fifth Army to join the battle. Mason wanted to send his confidants to take care of his own forces on the battlefield, but Hildebrand stepped in and messed things up.

"Are there any of us in his squadron?" Matthew asked.

"Yes." Mason said with certainty.

"Then look for a chance..." Just as he was speaking, Matthew let go of his hand suddenly, and the glass fell to the ground, and it shattered into several pieces with a bang.

"This..." Mason's expression changed, he hesitated, "Princess..."

"She went to retreat, and..." Matthew paused, and said, "She chose to leave at this time, which is a clear signal."

"Huh?" Mason frowned, looking a little puzzled.

Matthew smiled and asked, "Do you think a leader who monopolizes all benefits will be supported?"

Mason shook his head.

"She is a smart person, so she has naturally realized that she has acted too aggressively in the past two years." Matthew said slowly, "Take a step back, even if she is the Pope, she does not own the temple alone, so..."

"She made a concession." Matthew poured a glass of wine again, held it up and said, "But the premise of everything is..." He gave the captain a meaningful look, "There is no evidence."

Mason nodded thoughtfully, clinked glasses with Matthew, and drank it down.

At the same time, in theater 62, in the command tent of the expeditionary force, Hildebrand was discussing the same issue with his adjutant.

"Boss, is it too dangerous for you to come here now?" the adjutant asked worriedly.His name was Lin Fei, and he was born in a commoner family in the Far East. He was Hildebrand's old partner brought to the Expeditionary Army from the Spartan Warriors.

Hildebrand laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's not that easy to harm me."

"But..." Lin Fei hesitated to speak.

"A Fei, the reason why we have come to this point today and become a glorious Dawn Knight is all because of the support of our brothers." Hildebrand put his arm on the adjutant's shoulder and said, "We can't do it just because we got into it." Shore, don’t care about the brothers who are still struggling in the water, don’t you think so?”

Although Hilbrand was born in a small nobleman, his father was just an old military officer who had been honest and honest all his life. Apart from being covered with injuries, he didn't save much savings.When the Spartan Warriors were first established, he could be said to be poor and white.With severe shortage of funds and outdated equipment, this group of people managed to make a name for themselves, entered the field of vision of the upper class, and thus gained the appreciation of the princess of the temple.The sweat, blood and tears involved cannot be described in a few words.

However, among the Spartan Warriors, there were only three people who were eligible to join the Dawn Expedition and become Templars.This time, Hilbrand applied to join the battle in the Aurora plane. On the one hand, he wanted to make contributions, achieve greater achievements, and add glory to his old father; on the other hand, he wanted to use his power to take care of his old partners. .

"En." Lin Fei nodded vigorously.

"Have they all arrived?" Hildebrand asked again.

"We're all here, at the camp of the mercenary regiment." Lin Fei replied.

"Let them pay attention to safety, try not to cause trouble, and wait patiently for my news."

"Yes!" With a "snap", Lin Fei stood up straight and gave a military salute.

After a few days...

The cool aurora shines on the snow, dyeing the whole world in light blue.From time to time, a cold wind blows, rolling in fine ice slag, erasing all traces.After turning over a snow hill, you can see the endless tents below, like a dark green ocean.Soldiers in twos and threes walked through it, and occasional shouts broke the silence of the snow field.

Pieces of snowflakes are rising in the distance, as if a convoy is coming.The patrolling soldiers only glanced at it, and then moved on without paying much attention.

A moment later, a convoy of sand trucks, locomotives and two container trucks slowly drove into the camp.

The Black Pig King jumped out of the car and walked into a dark red tent with the words "Dark Forest Guard Seventh Battalion" painted on it.The military command of the World Parliament has dispatched a large number of guards from the dark forest to maintain internal management during the war.

An officer wearing glasses took the information handed over by the Black Pig King, looked at it carefully for a while, and asked, "Are you a mercenary group with the nature of insects?"

"Yes." The Black Pig King replied blankly.

"This is the war zone that the expeditionary force is in charge of," the officer reminded.

"We know." "Then you still..." "We are here legally."

"Okay, I wish you good luck." After finishing speaking, the officer wearing glasses stamped the application form, then pointed to the west and said, "Go over there and find a place to station." Then he added, " The camp of the expeditionary army is to the east, in order to avoid misunderstanding, you'd better not go there."

"Thank you." The Black Pig King took the form, went out, got into the car, and headed west.

Half an hour later, Tie Slag chose a lowland with its back against a snow hill and began to build a camp.Cross angle steel is laid on the periphery, barbed wire is circled, and then there are vehicles, single tents and command tents.

After settling down, Iron Slag put on the Wilderness Knight in the assembly room, and drove the locomotive to investigate in the direction of the Styx alone.Tiny ice slags rushed head-on, hitting the locomotive and the outer shell of the power armor, making a slight rustling sound.

Ten minutes later, there was a burst of water in front of us.Not long after, a sky-reaching river appeared in the field of vision, as if flowing out of the sky, and then flowing away from the sky.The sound of the water was deafening, and he could already feel the turbulent rush of the water before he got close.

Tie Slag got out of the car by the river, looked up, the river was like a million galloping horses, chasing each other, making high waves, rushing forward.The strong wind whizzed by, blowing people's hair into the air.Layers of water vapor splashed on the face, and there was a hint of comfort in the coldness, which made people feel proud and couldn't help but want to shout loudly.

Looking around, the river is vast, and the other side cannot be seen.According to the information he had read, the Aurora Styx River was extremely wide, with a width of hundreds of kilometers and a narrowness of [-] to [-] kilometers. The river was not only turbulent, but also bottomless, making it impossible to build ordinary bridges.

Suspended bridges can only be made with a large number of pumice stones.However, due to the high cost and the fact that it is easy to become the target of the enemy's attack, before the end of the war, it can only rely on aircraft to cross the river.

However, a power armor fighter like Iron Slag can fly over directly.I saw him take off his helmet, ignite the power furnace, and suddenly, with a "fire", two crimson flames spewed out.It turned into a shooting star and flew towards the opposite bank quickly against the river surface.Wherever it passed, water splashed into the sky, several meters high.

Two minutes later, the iron slag landed on the shore. Looking at the value on the protective glass cover, there was still 2% of the fuel left.

He observed for a while, but he didn't see any sign of the Eltas. He was about to turn around and leave, but he noticed a slight movement on the snow a few meters away.

Where the eyes locked, a translucent round frame appeared on the protective glass cover, which was moving slowly, and a line of small characters gradually appeared in front of the eyes.

[Demon Scout Bee]
Iron Slag took a tentative step forward, and the round frame jumped rapidly.Immediately he raised his arm and pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" The muzzle of the double-barreled gun spewed out a burst of flames, and hundreds of red steel balls shot towards the fan-shaped area in front.

A palm-sized bee landed in response to the sound, emitting green smoke, struggling desperately on the snow.Iron Slag stepped forward and observed it for a while. Its body was bulging, with three pairs of eyes on its head. When struggling, it sprayed out a large amount of bright red liquid, like human blood.

When I saw it just now, it was covered in white, just like snow, so it was hard to notice.But as it struggled, it gradually turned yellow and black in circles, very similar to a wasp, and it seemed to have the ability to camouflage and change color.This is one of the detection methods of the demons. The wizards among them will domesticate various insects to help them detect or attack, and even send messages over long distances.

There are mainly two types of spellcasters among the Elta people. One is called a wizard, who can draw various god-given totems, use primitive herbal medicine for treatment, and domesticate insects. It seems that they can also perform some kind of mysterious, Perception at a distance.Those who are proficient in totem drawing are called "big witches"; those who are proficient in herbal medicine are called "witch doctors"; those who are proficient in domesticating insects are called "worm witches".They usually distinguish their identities by their robes. For example, the wizard who cast the fire hammer back then wore a thin, tattered flowered cloth robe, and he was the lowest-level "flower robe wizard".

The other is called "conjurers", who can convert the spiritual energy in their bodies into magic energy, and in a certain way, release energy waves with offensive or defensive or auxiliary capabilities.The most common ones are mental disturbance, energy shield, bloodthirsty frenzy, magic missile and so on.

The number of conjurers is extremely rare, and they rarely appear on the battlefield.It is said that only Alta people of noble blood can practice, and the magic energy will have a great impact on their minds, and if they are overused, they will easily fall into madness.

From a macro point of view, magic energy is another branch of psionic energy.The name of the demon clan is derived from this.However, among the Elta people, the strong in the sanctuary generally regard mana as a scourge.Only those who have no hope of advancing to the sanctuary, or those who are born crazy and have enough talent will practice.

(End of this chapter)