Chapter Eighty-Four: Awakening

"What if?" Seeing that the young master was silent again, the housekeeper couldn't help but ask softly. On this point, he still didn't quite understand what his young master was worried about. If you want to win over the previous Queiro named Mo Ran, then you should show a certain amount of sincerity, always looking forward and backward like this, which is not a very good thing for the heir of a big family.

"Now the situation of the other star sectors is not very clear, and according to the latest order, the third star sector must not let the fourth star sector lose, so add the fifth star sector. These two main sectors must be able to afford the defense of the fourth sector. Evan sneered. Glaibert's guy wants two of the best generals to help him defend his sector. However, I still don't quite understand what he was doing it for. Evan took a deep breath.

Thinking from the perspective of the family, Klebert's behavior is indeed unjustifiable. Evan could sense Klebert's doubts, but he didn't know what the other party had planned. "What should be there will always be in the end." Evan muttered, then looked at the butler on the side, as if hoping that the butler would give him some useful information.

"At this point, maybe I can get someone to help." The butler couldn't help but whisper when he saw Aivan's gaze. Naturally, he thought of his old friend, but there was always a risk to contact him in Starport. Aven's family and the Glaibert family themselves have more or less contradictions, and Evan is more hostile to Glabert. Although it seems that there is nothing unusual about the Grebert family now, and the fleet in the fourth sector has only been transferred to the fifth sector because there is no undead fleet in front of it, Aven always feels that this matter is not so simple.

"Then I'm bothering you." Ai Wen whispered, Ai Wen still trusted the housekeeper who had been with him. "Didn't you want to ask me why I did that?" Speaking of this, Evan chuckled. "How can there be so many thoughts, that is, I feel that if that Queiro dies in this war, won't all my efforts be in vain! In the current situation, if I want to have time to see my father, I must at least wait until after this war has passed! Evan sneered. At that time, if he was still alive, he would not have to worry about investment. ”

The housekeeper was slightly stunned, thinking of what his young master had done before. He had already helped the other party rescue those Protoss personnel, and he had shown enough kindness, and if the other party understood this, he would not say anything more. Thinking of this, the housekeeper nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"That's right, butler. I still don't know what that friend of yours is related to you! "The way Evan knew the housekeeper must have been to contact the friend he had never met. The identity of this person seemed to be very mysterious, and the housekeeper did not want to say more, taking advantage of this time, Evan asked. At the beginning, the other party was able to implement his angry words, and obviously the energy was not small.

"An old friend from the battlefield." The housekeeper smiled and said, in the face of Ai Wen, the housekeeper will naturally not have anything to hide, and when Young Master Ai Wen is in charge of the family, he will naturally know about this matter, and there is no problem in saying it.

Evan nodded. The butler was a landing fighter of the Protoss before he entered the Evan family, and later quit the team due to injury, which is what entered the Evan family.

"Let's see if we can find out what Klebert is going to do!" Evan thought for a moment and whispered. The butler nodded in response, and then withdrew. Using communications in Starport will definitely be monitored by Nohak's side, and he must find a safe place.

Seeing the butler leave, Ai Wen took a deep breath and walked to a suspended chair next to him. In addition to the fact that General Nohak is here now, another reason why he wants to let the Evan family send some fleets to help him in his capacity is that he hopes to use his identity to allow the Evan family to send some fleets to help him. Nohak's idea is very simple, then he hopes that Aven's family will take care of Aven's safety and transfer some fleets.

Sitting down on the levitating chair, Evan leaned back, the chair stretched out for him to lie on in a comfortable way. The surrounding silver walls also create a green forest environment.

Ai Wen was silent like this, it seemed that as a child of a big family, he had a lot of identities and privileges, but only he knew how much pressure he had on him.

Compared to Aven's worries, Grebert was walking back and forth in his room at the moment, he didn't expect Creevey to transfer his fleet back to defend the Fourth Sector.

The Protoss home planet, Releia looked at the captains and commanders in front of him. There were some captains she was familiar with, and some she wasn't very familiar with. Most of these captains and commanders were those who had participated in the Protoss retreat campaign. After their initial acclimatization, they remained silent. For them, there are too many unfamiliar places here, and the only ones who may be familiar are General Relaya in front of them and the few companions beside them. However, their memories are still stuck in the last battle, and after the war on the run, they were put into hibernation. So there's not much to talk to each other, most people just look at the latest terminals assigned to them, and look for something important to happen after they're asleep.

Relea didn't bother them, and as they woke up, a large number of warships were being put together in the system where their home planet was located. What they need now is time, but what the Protoss lacks most is time. She also received a full-scale attack from the Undead Clan on the border. Because there was a certain amount of precaution before, the final loss of the Protoss was minimal.

But this was only temporary, and the undead were attacking faster than she expected. They don't have much time.

"You can go back to your respective posts and see this information again!" Relaia frowned slightly and said, "We don't have much time now. My lieutenant has already assigned you ships, and the commanders who don't have ships have to wait for the latest news. ”

"General, something seems wrong with this!" A commander whispered, he had simply looked at the current situation on both sides, as a veteran commander, he had experienced two or three decisive battles between the Protoss and the Undead Clan, but it had never been like this now, the two sides had not developed much, and they directly started the decisive battle, which was very different from the previous situation.

"Whatever the case may be, now that the Undead have attacked us, do you want us to talk to them?" Relaya looked at the commander and asked. "Also, this time is different from the previous retreat battle, and the undead are attacking fiercely. Ladies and gentlemen, this is not a battle to stall for time, but a battle for survival. ”

General Relaya's words made these commanders and captains slightly stunned. They had all fought in the final battle, and at that time they had been on the orders of General Relay, and it was enough to delay time. But now it seems that the situation is a little more complicated. The fact that they have survived numerous battles speaks in itself of their unquestionable abilities.

There seemed to be something wrong with General Krilea's words. "Are you saying that there is a war that never stops now?" One of the commanders asked in a low voice, frowning slightly. In terms of delaying the battle, both sides do not have the idea of fighting desperately, so they will use refueling tactics to constantly delay the pace of the undead attack. But now the undead don't seem to have such intentions.

Relaya nodded. "From the information we've gotten so far, it seems that the undead want to annihilate us here." She whispered. That's what she knows at the moment, and that's what she doesn't understand. After so many battles for control of the universe, the Protoss understood that the undead seemed to have no technology to leave the universe. So if the undead want to annihilate them here, then what should the undead do if they want to leave here in the end?

"Does it have anything to do with those guys?" Relaya thought about it, and the difference between the war and the previous one was that there was that nightmare existed on the undead side. And on their side, there are also two unidentified Ye Hua and Mo Ran. "Maybe I should ask Uncle Hong." Thinking of the matter of Uncle Hong that the prince told her before, although Uncle Hong's life is not as long as hers, it does not mean that the other party is unclear about some things.

Hearing General Relaya's words, the pressure on these commanders and captains suddenly increased a lot. If they enter this battle, no one knows how many of them will come back alive. However, they quickly downplayed such problems. They have been asleep for too long, and if they are willing to choose the former in the midst of a vigorous death and a long sleep, it is just a little stressful.

"General, if there is nothing to do, we will take charge of the fleet first." They all knew that the fleet they were going to master was made up of androids, and there were hardly many Protoss personnel among them. However, this has little effect on them.

Relaya nodded. "When you arrive at the fleet, the latest dispatch will be passed to you. Get acquainted with the fleet on the way to the defensive area! "Compared to the previous battle, the situation facing the Protoss now is naturally more dangerous, and no one knows what awaits them.

One by one, the commanders lined up, they were going to get their own fleet medals, and then rushed to the location of the fleet.

"General, you say. Can we ever come back? A commander took the fleet medal handed by the staff on the side, and asked Relaiya not far away.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think about such a question." Relaya looked at the commander and whispered.