The rebels launched a counterattack along the route that the Warlocks had attacked.

Only five or six warlocks remained in the vehicle. They did not at all anticipate the possibility of the defeat of the troops at the front. In fact, they were so panicked that they forgot to retreat. It is important to know that the rebels' counterattack was not in order, let alone in formation. If they can desperately jump on an anti-gravity car and turn around and run, at least more than ninety percent of them are likely to leave the battlefield.

But they only used their magic in vain to launch waves of attacks. In a state of complete demoralization, even a warlock does not perform well.

Of course, the effect is only to make the onrushing enemies slightly dizzy and stumble slightly.

In fact, one-on-one, this dizziness is useful. But the number of both sides was not at all of a level, they only had a few people, and they were engulfed by hundreds of enemies in an instant. The rebels outnumbered the warlocks tenfold. And the same is true when it comes to weapons. Almost everyone in the rebels has a universal rifle, while the warlocks are accustomed to using cold weapons. Warlocks usually use their magic as a ranged weapon.

The cold wind blew again.

Han was supported by several subordinates and came to the front of the convoy that had changed owners.

These Warlock units are equipped with vehicles that are far better than expected - anti-gravity engines, heavy armor, a spacious interior, and of course, even better carrying capacity.

Exhausted, Han made his rounds with the help of others. Incredibly, he wasn't actually injured. Although it was covered with blood, it was all the blood of the enemy.

This is one of the common after-effects of being attacked by magical powers. Although the most common effect of a low-level warlock's magic is to make people fall asleep, in fact, after being attacked by magic, mental trance, weakness of limbs, physical weakness and so on will appear.

At this time, the place where the entire convoy was located was filled with hundreds of people.

There was silence all around, and it was hard to believe that victory had come so suddenly and so easily. Many people, most of them senior members of the Dark Alliance Brotherhood, were afraid that they were dreaming, and at the same time full of trepidation. Although the purpose of the battle itself is to win, after the actual victory, it is not clear how to face it.

They have lost so many times that no one has thought about what to do after victory.

At first there was silence, then there was a whisper, and I don't know who was the first to say the phrase "we won", but in the blink of an eye, cheers came one after another. There were people waving weapons and cheering, others crying, and even people kneeling on the ground, saying things to non-existent objects that no one else could understand.

Han was lifted up by a group of people and thrown into the air again and again. The hardest thing under him was Weedbeard, and both of his eyes turned into dark circles. However, it was not a wound in the battle, but because he didn't believe what was happening, he asked his companion to give him a few solid punches. Although his eyes were bruised, his excitement was like winning the jackpot.

The Snow Ridge Research Institute was quiet at this time.

There's a reason it's called a research institute instead of an outpost, fortress, or fortress. This is because this place is at a low temperature all year round, so it is suitable to conduct some related low temperature tests. This is why many people felt that the fort had no military value and was not worth allocating funds specifically for its maintenance, and that it ended up continuing to the present day.

Of course, the harsh and remote natural conditions are not welcome. So for a long time, it eventually turned into a big prison. At some point, it became one of the vacation destinations for members of the Brotherhood of the Dark Alliance who had been captured by the Warlocks. It must be said that this is very scientific, the remote location, the harsh natural environment, is naturally suitable for a prison. It is especially suitable for imprisoning restless prisoners such as the Brotherhood of the Dark Alliance. Here, the escape of prisoners is one of the least things to worry about, because it is impossible to get out of this cold mountain area by one person or by the strength of several people.

However, the warlocks calculated that they could not count the Brotherhood of the Dark Alliance to launch not a prison escape but an uprising.

High up in the Institute, two figures were sitting. One was a teenager who was only twelve or thirteen years old, and the other was an old man with gray hair.

The old man sighed softly. "Let's go back, it's not good for your health to blow the wind for too long. ”

"No, I'm going to wait, brother, they should be back!"

"Maybe. The old man said unconvinced. But more likely it won't come back. He hid this sentence in his heart and did not say it.

Truth be told, if an outsider were visiting at this time, it would be hard for him to imagine that this place had just undergone a rebellion. Because, at least on the surface, everything was in order—the boilers were running, the instruments were glowing, and the prisoners were quietly in their little space. Even the slightest smell of blood will make you think it's a normal smell in prison.

"Uncle, you're also a brother of the Brotherhood, right?"

"Hah...... Things in the past. Joining the fraternity was one of the things he regretted most in his life. That's when he thought he could do his part to save the world, and thought he was a hero. But in the end, he chose to be a prisoner with a certain amount of freedom in this desolate and remote place.

Yes, he's a prisoner, but he's the head of engineering here! The institute has a completely independent power system and a small foundry. It's not a paradise, but it's as self-sufficient as possible.

In fact, he didn't know that the man named Han had come to start an uprising. He thought it was an escape so that some special prisoner could get out. This can be done when the inside and the outside are combined. He actively cooperated with this, but unexpectedly, what Han was going to do was far more daring than he expected.

Now he regrets it beyond measure. Because he knew that this reckless and stupid move would kill someone else—kill everybody.

At this point, most of them were obediently staying in their cells, even though the lock on the door had been unlocked. In this way, they wanted to escape the inevitable revenge and slaughter of the warlocks. But there were still some young men who were too impulsive and willing to go out to war with the cowhide king. Six, seven, or eight rabble against the warlocks? Not even a well-trained, well-equipped elite division! What can these literal rabbles do? At least half of them are untrained and have little equipment worth mentioning. No matter how you fight, you can't win!

Regret gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake. There was no hope against the Warlocks—not even the slightest bit. He recognized this truth many years ago. He had fought like a true warrior, with his mind, with his engineering knowledge. He had wreaked havoc on the warlocks' communication systems, turning them deaf and blind, and for a while he thought victory was within reach. But his abilities were limited to wireless networks and engineering equipment, and the rest of the place he was as fragile as the rest of the world. And it doesn't matter how many victories he has in his field. The magic finally crushed all futile resistance.

Although he still has a name, he no longer considers himself a member of the Brotherhood. He no longer wanted to resist, he just wanted to grow old quietly and die.

"It's coming!" the boy threw himself at the railing. At the end of the horizon, a convoy has already appeared.

It's the sorcerers' car!, the old man thought sadly. It's not that they are cold, because the institute itself doesn't have that many cars. And the arrival of these vehicles says only one thing.

Those young people who want to fight are finished.

He rushed back with an indescribable rage. When he stopped, he realized that he had come to the workshop of the foundry at some point.

Everything in the workshop was going on as if nothing had happened, and the mysterious alloy ingots produced were neatly piled up into small mountains. That's it!, angrily, he picked up a stick and swept the mountain of alloy ingots to the ground. It was these damn things that gave that man called Han stupid confidence. He pushed down the hills with all his might. A lot of people, a lot of familiar faces he knew would never come back. By the time the Warlocks enter the Institute, many more will die. He's going to die, too!

"Uncle, what are you doing?" a voice sounded. The old man gasped and turned his head to look, only to see a rough and ugly antique helmet. Underneath the helmet is a familiar face.

"How ......" His hand was released, and in a daze, he almost couldn't stand steadily, and was even helped up by the other party.

"Uncle, we won. That's what the warlocks are all about! We've taken two captives!" he said. "Now, everybody has gone out to see the captives!" The face was familiar, but the expression was unfamiliar. Eyebrows fluttered, full of joy and excitement. He had never seen a look like this in this prison.

"Let's go together, we still have a lot of cars, the gravity-defying kind. He didn't have time to resist before he was carried out by the other party. "The leader said that we can have enough time and vehicles to leave in batches, we have won, long live the Brotherhood!"

He struggled for a moment, but was dragged into the sea of cheers and celebrations by unquestionable force. Entered the wilderness of hope that he had only dreamed in his early years. And more people are running out of the cells and joining in. One after the other, seemingly endless.

The spirit of resistance, like the weeds of the wasteland, has a strong and tenacious vitality. Even if it has been trampled in the dirt countless times, but one day, when the sun and water gather, it can rekindle the roaring flame in a place where no one notices, and announce its existence to the world with a bright and bright fire.

Although this fire is only a spark, it is now like a candle in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time. But no one can deny that it already has the potential to start a prairie fire.