. The so-called "Command Headquarters" is located in a huge basement in the southwest of the city. I think the word "basement" is not enough to describe this place. It is simply a huge underground fortress. I feel that even the legendary underground castle of the undead is far inferior to this place.
According to our enthusiastic coachman, the elven warrior, this headquarters is located one kilometer deep underground. It extends in all directions, can accommodate hundreds of thousands of soldiers and corresponding supplies, and can withstand the attack of nuclear explosions¡ª Thank God, there is finally something I can understand. I have been exposed to the so-called "nuclear explosion" theory from alchemical research, but before that I always thought that only the most hysterical anti-life lunatics would study it. this. It turns out that in seven thousand years, we may be able to solve the problem of nuclear explosions, but we have not yet been able to solve the problem of dangerous geniuses going crazy.
But after the war broke out, most of this command area was abandoned. Even so, the space left for us was large enough. When we got off the bus, we found ourselves in a vast and huge space - yes, you heard me right, I said "vast". In a space of tens of miles, there are various spindle-shaped objects with huge wings parked. Coincidentally, they are related to the pair of dwarf teenagers named the Wright brothers in Campnavia seven thousand years ago. The "aircraft" studied are very similar. I venture to judge that these things are all flying vehicles capable of carrying people - they may even be flying weapons. In addition, all kinds of armored vehicles are also parked in this space. Many soldiers wearing special uniforms and armors are shouting loudly and shuttle back and forth, driving these armored vehicles out of here one by one, rushing to front.
Waiting for us at the front here is an old man named "General Dirk". He is wearing a ridiculously thin gray-green cloth armor - believe me, this armor can't even defend against the threat of nail clippers. Not to mention the flat, crooked hat on his head, which looked as if someone had just beaten his head flat with a stick - I really don't know how this frail old guy got into the general's shoes.
Oh, by the way, General Dirk's short, stocky figure and long reddish-brown beard prove that he is an out-and-out underground dwarf - I think this explains well why this command is buried deep underground. Rather than being built on the ground.
There are two figures behind General Dirk, one is tall and stooped, wearing an ill-fitting white coat, and a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose - compared with these glasses, Xian Ge The thing covering Yayi's eyes is simply a thick helmet - his skin is indigo, and there are two sharp fangs exposed on his lips. There is no doubt that this is a troll and his name is "Professor Ben Green".
The other one is a pretty dark elf, her name is "Major Elliot". She was also wearing a similar cloth armor, but there were some unknown patterns missing on her shoulders and chest. In her hand she held a shiny hard board with various images and words changing from time to time. I feel very close to this thing because the sight of it reminds me of all the little tricks old Carlson taught me in Gravel Fortress to display images.
Seeing us walking out of the car, General Dirk did not hide his doubts and disappointment at all. ¡¾¡¿¡¾¡¿
"You are talking about them, professor" He held a burning and smoking object in the corner of his mouth, frowning and looking at us, "you mean, these primitive indigenous people can help Can we win this war? These young chickens are not as old as my grandson."
"Strictly speaking" the troll Professor Banglin coughed lightly and retorted mercilessly, "the grandsons of the grandsons of heroes from seven thousand years ago are all older than you, General."
The professor¡¯s words made the general very embarrassed. He took a strong breath of the smoke coming out of the corner of his mouth. The red beard on his chin jumped and it seemed that his whole face was twitching. This embarrassed expression made us all laugh.
"In addition, General" Professor Banglin took out a round instrument from his pocket, then pressed it, and an image suddenly appeared in the air, "This is a picture from seven thousand years ago. The mural was discovered from a place called Reef Castle more than a thousand years ago. What was found with this mural was the treasure of Kelsey, the King of the Seven Seas and the great pirate. It records these details in detail. People traveled through the cracks in time and space, came to seven thousand years later, and helped us defeat that guy and restore everything to normal. The pirates painted pictures for them to thank them for restoring the island to its original state. You see, this woman is this guy, And this warrior is him" As he said that, Professor Troll pointed at the blurry mural and compared it with us one by one.
"Xiange Yayi, they painted you to look like Ultraman" Red Wolf pointed at the mural excitedly and laughed. Although I don't know what Ultraman is, the oval shape used to depict Xian Ge Yayi's huge glasses on the mural does look very realistic.
"I don't understand, Professor, why you are sure that these primitive natives can help us win the war. They don't even know how to use energy guns. If the scraps of metal in their hands can defeat that guy, then I can kill it with my teeth." General Dirk's tone was full of disdain.
"That's because that guy knows our weapons well. Most of our weapons are developed and manufactured by him. Battlefield practice has proven that he has unimaginable defensive power against our energy weapons. And they, you know These 'natives' possess magical powers that we have lost during our evolutionary development - the power of magic," the professor explained.
I noticed that whether they were generals or professors, their descriptions of the enemy were limited to the third person singular, that is, "he" rather than "they". In addition, I found that this headquarters is home to almost all the intelligent races that can be found in the entire Falvi continent. Whether they are humans, vampires, elves or demons, they are all here. There are even two people holding wrenches over there. undead skeleton. It was a sight I had never seen before, or even imagined. All races have eliminated their differences and are closely united as brothers.
However, the strange thing is - I thought - since they are all here and have become comrades in the same trench, brothers on the same front, then who will be the enemy?
"The power of magic" General Dirk snorted, " whatever you want, Professor, I hope you can win the war with that child's sketch. But I have reservations. Major Elliott, please Please introduce the situation here to our guests." With that, the general waved his hand, blew out a smoke ring, turned and left.
Dark Elf Major Elliot spread out the board in his hand expressionlessly, and some strange patterns immediately floated out.
"Everyone, you are now living in a time seven thousand years from your time. You already know this. According to the various historical records we have at hand, seven thousand years ago, you successfully helped We defeated the enemy and returned to our own time. This is good news for us who are in trouble. We sincerely implore you to be able to once again" It's strange, why did she say that?" And "Well, it's obviously our first time here?" "Help us defeat the enemy. This is the only way to save this world from the doomsday crisis, and it is also your only chance to return to your own time and space."
"Our enemy is a supercomputer called Darimos. It was put into use a hundred years ago and has been the backbone of the Falvi world's military, scientific research, education and economic power for a century. It It was programmed to protect all intelligent life in the world of Falvey. However, starting five years ago, it lost control and began to take over all the power in the world. Since its tentacles have reached out to the Every corner, therefore, we lack the ability to fight against it. The current headquarters was built from a strategic base abandoned a hundred years ago, and we were lucky to find it. And the mastermind of 'Daremus' , in this city. We need you to embed this module into its main brain" As she spoke, she took out a rhombus-shaped object that glowed blue and was full of technology. , thus directly deleting it"
When this cold dark elf said the name "Darimus", I almost jumped up in horror. But when I thought that it was a product of the last hundred years and had nothing to do with the supreme god, I reluctantly let go.
I have always wanted to know what the "computer" she refers to is, but it seems that she has no intention of exploring this issue further. Moreover, my fellow spacewalkers didn't take it seriously. I doubted that this was something they didn't need to ask about, so I didn't dare to continue asking.
Unlike me who listened attentively to Major Elliot's introduction, my companions didn't seem to care. In the words of our president, Miss Fei Yin, "It is a waste of time for these NPCs to introduce the plot that we all know." They seem to be aware that they are in a time and space seven thousand years later. Unfazed, surprisingly, they looked familiar with it all:
"Hey, this seems to be the scene of 'Iron Armor War Spirit'. I have played this game before, it was a stand-alone version." Longbow Shooting Sun looked at the steel machinery around him and shouted excitedly.
"'Distant Continent' and 'Iron Armored War Spirit'??They are all games originally produced by Darimos Company, but now "Iron Armored Soul" is about to be released online, so it is advertised here to promote it. " Niu Wanwan explained.
"Aren't you finished yet? It's so slow. Let's turn off the conversation and save some time." Fei Yin said impatiently.
"Don't be busy, President. It's also fun to watch the plot." Nocturne in B flat minor obviously had different opinions.
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"Now, you'd better divide into two groups. One group will guard the Kaler defense area where the mastermind is located to prevent the enemy from returning reinforcements, while the other group will penetrate directly into the central defense area where the mastermind is located and eliminate Darimos as soon as possible. We The transport plane has been prepared, and you can board and depart at any time." Amidst the noise, Dark Elf Major Elliot said the last words dutifully. Following her guidance, I saw a black aircraft with sharp lines. There was already a dwarf driver sitting in the front of it, and there were ten seats left for us in the cabin at the back.
Because of the existence of the half-orc fat shadow thief Yangtze River Delta, it was destined from the beginning that this would not be a pleasant journey. In fact, I think the only correct way to get the Yangtze River Delta to ride on this narrow aircraft with us is to inject it into the entire Yangtze River Delta, but unfortunately our descendants have not developed this even after seven thousand years. Clearly a very practical technology. In the end, we had to put him in the middle seat - in the words of a longbow shooter, the only way to ensure that the plane would not be pushed to one side by his weight.
The cabin we are traveling in is fully sealed, which is undoubtedly bad news for most people because we cannot appreciate the magnificent scenery overlooking the earth from high altitude. However, for Xiange Yayi, who has a very serious fear of heights, this is undoubtedly a good news. Great gospel. Even so, he chose another middle position because it seemed to bring him a greater sense of security - at this time, he didn't know that he had made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.
When we all sat down, three straps stretched out from the back of our chairs, two straps passed from our shoulders through our armpits, and the other crossed our waists to fasten us to our seats. The texture of these two straps is very special, strong and flexible, which can ensure our stability in the seat without making people feel too restrictive - of course, this "we" refers to people like me who remind us of the normal situation. Such a muscular creature, at least the Yangtze River Delta will definitely not like this design. I think this guy¡¯s intestines are about to be strangled out.
With a roar, we could feel the aircraft slowly leaving the ground after shaking for a while. A burst of music came from the cockpit. The melody was grand and impassioned, making people feel excited. Listening to this music that enhanced the atmosphere, I suddenly understood something - no wonder this aircraft looks so huge and there is only a little space for us to sit, so those idiots still crammed it in. A whole symphony orchestra. And in terms of musical attainments, the level of this band is far behind our bard's Nocturne in B flat minor. To inspire courage and excitement, there is nothing better than the magnificent and intense "One Eight Touch" It can even more stimulate the heroic ambition and pride in our hearts.
I thought we would be sitting in a smooth cabin, listening to high-spirited songs, and arriving at our destination safely. But past experience tells me that whenever I feel this way, bad luck will not happen. Too far away - and this time is no exception. Just a few minutes after we flew into the air, there were suddenly increasingly dense explosions outside the cabin, and a piercing alarm sounded in the cabin. A red indicator light hanging above the cabin suddenly flashed, which seemed to symbolize With an ominous omen. A man's nervous voice rang out - I guess it was the voice of the dwarf coachman - he shouted: We are being attacked, switch to manual combat mode, everyone is ready for battle, shoot down the enemy plane, and ensure your own safety Safe until landing.
I only understood the words "We are under attack", but it seemed that he didn't leave me any time to think about it. Soon, I felt the cabin we were in roaring again, followed by violent vibrations. It sounded like some large and heavy metal doors were opening or closing, and the walls on both sides of the cabin slowly shook. It opened, revealing some hidden cabins, and then our seats began to move. Only then did I discover that our seats were fixed on some special tracks. Along these tracks, our seats were moved to different cabins.
I was moved to the top of the aircraft, which was an almost completely transparent circular cockpit. There was a strangely shaped handle in the cockpit, with a red case on the left and right sides of the handle, and a small screen in the center of the handle. , with a ring in the middle. Extending out from this handle is a silver-grey, thick and long metal tube covered withSome patterns glowing blue. I subconsciously held the handle and shook it to the left. The entire cockpit immediately rotated to the left, and the image on the screen also changed accordingly. I thought for a moment and pressed the button on my right hand. An indigo light beam immediately shot out from the metal tube. On the screen, I could see this light beam passing through the center of the ring.
I immediately realized that this was a powerful magic weapon system, and the light beam that had just been shot was the same light that shot from the entrance to the Reef Castle instance. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little sad: the only signal our descendants have sent to their ancestors across seven thousand years of time and space is actually war. They live in such a beautiful era, but like us, they can't escape the brutality and bloodshed of this world. side. If people seven thousand years ago knew this, should they be happy or despair?
I didn¡¯t have much time to express my feelings, and soon I saw my enemy. They were a group of saucer-shaped flying machines, with red flames emitting from below and dangerous crimson light beams emitting from the front. They were chasing us not far behind. They are much smaller than the aircraft we are riding on, and their speed is much faster. They are about to catch up with us.
At such a critical moment, the most important question that pops up in my mind is: How strange, where is the symphony orchestra that plays music hidden?
As a warrior, I am standing on a strange battlefield that does not belong to me, manipulating a strange weapon that does not belong to me, facing a group of strange enemies that do not belong to me, and these guys obviously will not care about my appearance. A stranger would spare my life. Is there anything worse in the world than this?
In fact, there are still:
"Help!" A hysterical shouting rang in my ears, which scared me so much that my hands trembled, and I almost opened a big hole in our own aircraft.
Damn it, I almost forgot about this
Of course, that was Xian Ge Yayi¡¯s shout. Who else could it be besides him? .
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