"Black Forest, ......"

Cervantes stood on the Great Wall, standing in the wind and snow, squinting his eyes and looking at the dense forest not far ahead.

Hundreds of years ago, his father organized an expedition to the Black Forest, but he was defeated and nearly wiped out.

It is also because of this incident that the old duke is depressed, it can be said that this is one of the causes of the old duke's death, if it weren't for the old duke's lingering on this matter, he might not have chosen to leave so soon.

This time, he will also lead an army expedition to the Black Forest, but not the same as before.

At the beginning, his father could only lead the knights, and there was not even any logistical supply, and the damaged weapons and equipment could not be repaired, and even rest could not be guaranteed, and all the conditions were very difficult.

But he is different, this expedition to the Black Forest is for 'war', the Black Forest is just a road to the battlefield, the expedition to the Black Forest is only to open up a road, to ensure supplies.

Time has passed, if it was in his father's time, I am afraid that this kind of thing would not even dare to think, but now, it has almost become a reality.

According to their estimates, they will probably encounter the first Zerg to invade this world near the Astor Mountains, but until then, they will have to secure their supply routes.

Serra's plan was to enter the Black Forest in order to expand the territory of the Duchy of Sorrow, but due to the influence of the Demon Tide, this plan had to be abandoned.

And now, this plan can probably be restarted!

Nowadays, the climate is quite strange and extreme, even in winter, there may be scorching suns, but even in summer, there are strong winds and snowstorms.

This is a major obstacle to their fight against the Zerg, and although such weather may affect the Zerg as well, those Bugs are the type to pile up victories in numbers, and no matter how many casualties there are, it doesn't really matter to them.

If they could have defeated the Zerg's warships and juggernaut earlier, they might have been able to end the war earlier, but since the Zerg had such a weakness, they themselves would have made a lot of arrangements for it......

The black dragon closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

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

They don't need to play conspiracy at all, they are strong enough to push everything with their strength.

Behind Cervantes, the military camp at the foot of the Great Wall and the fortress further back were in full swing making final preparations.

Everyone, including Serena, was busy - except him!

This war with the Zerg will not send troops to the entire continent, and many countries and regions, including the Kurt Kingdom and the Free City-State Alliance, which are traditionally large countries, will not send troops.

On the contrary, the Mor Merchant Federation and the Eagle Kingdom will send troops to participate in this war, even if the number is small, but it is also a sign.

Thinking like this, Cervantes glanced at the magic tree beside him with some regret, "It's a pity, you have grown together with the Great Wall, otherwise, you will be able to grow a lot this time." ”

Hearing the black dragon's words, the branches and leaves of the demon tree trembled slightly, and a vine whisker suddenly bent up, rolling an oval-shaped blue-green thing in front of him.

Seeing this, Cervantes's eyes lit up, and he laughed, reached out to take it, pinched the seed, which was half the size of his palm, and couldn't help but sigh in amazement: "How did I forget? If you didn't have a seed, you wouldn't have been able to split so many similar trees and take root in other parts 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 military facilities such as ammunition depots and firing ports have evolved inside.

However, it is still a life after all, and even if it can continue to grow, its body cannot be too wide, and it cannot encompass the entire Great Wall on its own.

Therefore, it has also split some of its own subspecies, which can be regarded as a part of it, and can be regarded as its offspring.

And now the seed in Cervantes's hand is one of the sub-plants it has split into, but this form is easier to carry.

With the help of the druids, its flesh has been lignified, but it still retains the ability to devour flesh and grow rapidly, just not as quickly as it used to.

This is a price, but in exchange for the ability to transform itself, it can be said that as long as one of its sub-strains is carried, a military camp is carried.

The next thing they are going to is the Black Forest, and they have to face the Zerg, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to lack flesh and blood, lack of nutrition.

By planting this seed, they will be able to form a stronghold from which they will be able to assemble a safe logistical route.

Thinking of this, Cervantes couldn't help but laugh excitedly, "Ha, in addition to the one I have in my hand, you have prepared other substrains, right?"

"I said why Sera has been ordering the hunt of monsters lately, so that's what happened!"

Mercenaries don't follow them to the frontline of the battlefield, but if they follow the team and do the things they've long been accustomed to, they will definitely do it for the sake of money.

As long as there is enough nutrition, the magic tree and its daughter plants can continue to split more daughter plants, but before the daughter plants have grown to a certain extent, if they are forced to split, the quality of the next generation will be particularly poor, and the qualifications are not very good.

I guess this is one of the few drawbacks, but it's insignificant.

This should have been a technology that only the elves had, and even they didn't have it, but it appeared in their hands, and I have to say that this really has a feeling of time and space disorder.

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

Their principality was one of the first to enter the Black Forest, and was tasked with opening roads and securing supply lines.

But there is no way to do it, who let the Duchy of Sorrow not suffer much in the previous war, and it is still geographically close to the Black Forest?

Otherwise, they wouldn't need to prepare these Demon Tree strains that would spawn a military stronghold.

It's not just the Black Forest that can use these sub-strains in the Black Forest, and if the world of Asathom wants to explore beyond the world, these self-transforming sub-strains are probably also indispensable, and with a little modification, they can be turned into a base.

Even if the place you explore doesn't have enough oxygen for people to survive or it's all toxic gases, it can adapt to most extreme environments.

"Well, take some with you when you go out on a trip with Sera later!" Cervantes decided with a cheerful nod.

............

"Master. ”

As soon as the goblin who entered the ancient martial arts arena pushed the door in, he folded his hands and bowed slightly to the rickety figure sitting in the void.

The mentor of all the Earth Elf Warriors, the most powerful legendary powerhouse in the entire alien realm, bowed slightly, and his voice suddenly appeared in the goblin's mind: "Is our army the third batch?"

"Yes, Master. The goblin lowered his hands, but still kept his head down, "This is our best chance to integrate into the continent of Mendes, under the guidance of the head maid, the situation on the continent is gradually moving towards peace, human hostility and discrimination against us are still there, but in today's environment, they will no longer treat us as inferior creatures as before."

"Maybe that's what they think in their hearts, at least they won't show it anymore. ”

No one wants to be so humble if they can, but humanity is so powerful that as it is today, as long as they don't go astray, then their tendency to become powerful is unstoppable.

As one of the smartest goblins in the world, Momah Patina knew what their goblins were supposed to do right now.

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

“...... Thankfully, you haven't forgotten the glory of the goblins. ”

The master silently turned around, looked at Moma, and whispered, "There are many goblins who are immersed in the false glory of money piled up, thinking that as long as they continue to earn more money, goblins can compete with humans.

But they all forgot, or rather they didn't want to remember, that if the goblins didn't have enough power in their hands, no amount of money they had, they wouldn't be able to protect themselves, let alone fight humans. ”

Moma Brastina lowered her head and listened quietly to the master's lesson.

"Although I also want to live in peace with other races, and I know that there are truly peace-loving people like the Chief Servant Serena in this world, peace is earned, not begged for charity. ”

The master put down his feet coiled in the void, stretched out his hand, summoned his crutches, and said as he walked out of the martial arts arena: "If peace is given by others, then it is only an illusion, an illusion used to paralyze the spirit and corrupt the will.

"It's like a raised livestock, and the reason why it is not slaughtered is only because the time has not come!"

The master walked towards the sunlight and walked past Moma Patina's side, when a slight summoning voice came to his ears: "Let's go, you have a good idea, use this war to train the army, and let other countries know that goblins are not as cowardly as they are rumored." That's a good thing, and I'm willing to support your idea......"

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

After several movements, he finally clenched his fists and gritted his teeth excitedly: "Yes! Thank you, Master!"

............

"See more, listen more, and stop judging everything about humanity with the old ideas. The old shaman's voice echoed in the carriage and poured into the ears of all the shocked orcs, "It is because of these things that we orcs have to surrender to humans, maybe human individuals are still weaker than us, but they rely on these things, but they have become stronger than us." ”

Steam- and demonic trains run across the endless wilderness, the northern frontier of the Ogordon Empire, where orcs of this generation have never set foot before.

They had sworn to set foot and settle here, and now they had set foot here, but not in the way they had imagined.

The annoying clatter sound of the iron wheel clattering with the track filled the ears of the orcs, who seemed to have lost their former heroism and rudeness, and carefully surveyed everything around them.

They had laughed at the stupidity of humans when they saw this steel monster 'eating people', but when the train started, they felt dizzy and felt that everything here was unbelievable.

These manifestations have transcended their common sense, and in their minds, the steel that encloses the 'long worm' is the best material for crafting weapons and armor, and when the humans take them to the station, they still think that the humans want them to help hunt this giant monster......

An orc sitting next to the old shaman's eyes flickered, slowly leaned over, and asked in a low voice, "Chief, elder, is this ...... What kind of monster is this?"

The shaman sighed slightly and shook his head, "Humans call it 'trains', this is just one of them, there are many trains in this country, running on the land, transporting supplies, strengthening regional communication, and consolidating the emperor's power......"

The shaman glanced at the orc and the orcs beside him, and when he saw that they were all dazed, he couldn't help but sigh.

This is the gap between them and the human race, if he can, His Majesty Wengjin is absolutely unwilling to surrender and admit defeat, but in order to save the race, but for the sake of the future of the race, he can only do so.

However, not many of the orcs could understand the deep meaning of what His Majesty had done, and they were only angry that His Majesty had betrayed them and betrayed Wu Yong.

No matter how powerful the human race is, the orcs will not surrender, and even if the dead race is exterminated, they will not bow their heads to the human race!

Most of the orcs have this idea, but they have never thought that in the past thousands of years, the strength of orcs and humans has also been so disparity that they have been squeezed out to a corner of the continent, and they are almost wiped out, but at that time, His Majesty did not think of surrendering to save the race.

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

Only a small number of orcs understood the deep meaning of His Majesty Wengjin, and most of them were shamans, and among these shamans, the vast majority of them were old people like him.

The young people were indignant and disapproved of everything that His Majesty had done, but that was only because they did not have enough experience.

As long as there is a slight chance of victory, His Majesty will not choose to surrender.

But they didn't stand a chance of winning!

"Forget it...... Rest well, remember those worms that suddenly came out of the ground, killed many people, and devoured our livestock?" said the shaman in a deep voice, "This time our enemies are them!"