"In general, the many orc tribes that originally besieged Espernes and the surrounding star regions have been far away from the Far Eastern star field in recent years, going to pursue the same goal."

Grey Wind said as he handed a paper star map to Russell, and continued, "I don't know if it's a coincidence, the direction of the Greenskin's Great Migration happens to be similar to the direction of the 13th Expeditionary Fleet. All the orc tribes are heading together to the southwest of the Far Eastern Star Field, that is, the Otrama Star Field. ”

"Otlama ......" Russell leaned back in his chair with the paper star map, put his feet on the table, and asked casually, "Gray Wind, is there a way to figure out the goal of the Great Migration of the Greenskin Cluster?" ”

While the Greenskin Migration Route coincides with the 13th Expeditionary Fleet's expeditionary routes, they don't necessarily also end up in Otrama.

The Far Eastern Star Domain is not close to the Otrama Star Field, and it is also separated by the tomb territory of the 'Damocles Bay', the 'Grundel Star Cluster', and the space necromancer "Sotek Dynasty...... and so on.

Maybe Greenskin's target wasn't actually the Five Hundred Worlds of Otlama, but something else that happened to be on the expedition's route?

"I want to figure it out too, but the language of the green-skinned orcs is too difficult to understand, they will only scream ~ wow~ and it is too difficult to gather information." Gray Wind helplessly spreads his hands:

"There are quite a few inquisitors who are proficient in the grammar of the Green Script in the 'Outer Order', a branch of the Human Empire's Inquisition, but these people have left with the expeditionary fleet, and I can only ask them remotely for the pronunciation and grammar of the orc language."

Gray Wind frowned and pouted as he said this, looking very nerve-wracked.

It's not that she doesn't want to use the faster-than-light communication array to directly transmit text data, but the main thing is that most of the alien linguistics books written by those inquisitors are based on parchment, and there is no electronic version, and now Gray Wind wants to return them to scanning them one by one on the spot.

A tome is a few thousand pages away, while a similar book court has a storehouse......

The humans of this universe have always been able to constantly bring a little imperial shock to Grey Wind in various things.

"Then we'll have to wait." Russell's mentality is very good, and he doesn't think there is anything about it: "With the current situation, the green tide of migration will soon collide with the Sotek dynasty, which is the number one dynasty in space necromancy." ”

The large-scale awakening of the space necromancers occurred around the 41st millennium, and at this time, most of the tomb worlds of the Sotek dynasty should still be asleep, and it will not be a matter of passing by...... But now there's the variable of the Clay Artist, and the Space Necro Free Men who follow him.

There is a high probability that the full awakening of the necromancers will be greatly affected by this, and it is estimated that a large-scale war will break out between the Sotek dynasty and the orcs who have just woken up

Gray Wind clasped his hands together and snapped! "Got it, marshal, I'll immediately arrange for someone to set up a monitoring station in the southwest to observe the movement of the green tide." ”

"Hmm." Russell nodded: "I'll leave it to you." ”

Grey Wind hurriedly arranged her work with small steps, and watched her leave, and Russell also left Nifol, and went through the stargate to the center of the Great Hollow in the constellation Nightmares, the horizon of the Quiet Black Domain.

The Stargate in the Quiet Black Realm is second only to Falla in its busyness, and the transport ships that come and go are basically non-stop.

The raw material decompressed by the matter decompressor is simply smelted in the zero-point furnace, and most of it is transported to industrial galaxies through the L-Stargate network, where it continues to transfuse blood for the reviving nests.

The remainder was sent to the nanodeformers and other supporting facilities around the gravitational drilling to be used as raw materials for the construction of the giant dock.

When Russell arrived at the Quiet Black Domain space station, the fleets of transport ships were still flowing in the vast black hole horizon.

The space station floats silently at the tipping point of the black hole's horizon, watching a fleet of convoys laden with raw materials fly over the stardust and into the distance towards an asteroid-like octahedral mechanical structure.

In the center of the massive octagonal frame is a rapidly spinning, high-temperature core, which is the power hub of the giant shipyard.

"Now that the frame and energy core of the giant dockyard are in place, and the manufacturing compartments have been installed, all that remains to do is fill the massive frame with a large number of ship-made anchorages."

Russell looked around the top of the space station, and did not see mechanical angels, only a large number of heavy construction machinery reconstituted by nanorobots operating silently in space.

"Inverse entropy, how long will it take for the giant shipyard to be fully online." Russell asked.

"The construction of the giant dock will be completed in 2 years." The voice of the reverse entropy was still calm: "I have decentralized and outsourced the manufacturing of most of the parts such as the anchorage of the ship to the major nest capitals that have been rebuilt recently, and now all the parts have completed the production acceptance, and only need to be transported to the quiet black region for installation in batches." ”

The production process is already complete, and it does not take much time to transport and assemble.

"Good." Russell thinks it's great: "It's five years faster than I expected. ”

Without waiting for the inverse entropy to respond, he continued, "I ask you to stock up on raw materials from now on, so that you can start building combat ships as soon as the Giant Dockyard comes online - I'll have the Governors of the major hives send you the ship design blueprints and production metrics." ”

"Understood." The inverse entropy should be down.

After accepting the work and assigning the task, Russell breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his left hand, thin ripples of spiritual energy jumped between his fingers, and a deep atmosphere similar to the sea of souls spread around Russell's body, triggering the subspace sensor of the Tranquility Black Space Station.

"Detecting an anomaly in psionic reaction readings, do I need to activate the subspace repulsion stance?" Inverse entropy asked.

The Quiet Black Space Station has a complete subspace countermeasure facility, which is the result of research on the massive collection of spirit books in Fódla's Ark and the application of Dark Age human technology left behind in the inverse entropy database.

"No, I'm just experimenting with new teleportation spells."

Russell said, and the subspace fluctuations that lingered around his body became more and more surging: "The way I used to achieve teleportation was to directly and violently tear open the curtain and break into the subspace to forcibly jump, which made it difficult to carry out accurate teleportation at astronomical distances. Recently, I've learned more ingenious methods, so I'm naturally tempted to try them. ”

"I see." The inverse entropy silently recorded Russell's psionic wavelength with a sensor, and it felt as if it was different every time.

As the words fell, the psionic energy fluctuations above the space station suddenly dissipated, like a flash of fireworks, and the night sky calmed down, leaving only an empty darkness. At this time, Russell's body has disappeared.

At the same time, Falla, the white building called the Hanging Garden, followed the air flow formed by the exchange of atmospheric heat, and floated obediently in the sky above the sea of the reckless forest in the southern continent.

No sooner had he finished sorting through the stack of jerky and riddle-like elven tomes, Magnus walked slowly out of his study and found a green meadow in the garden shrouded in the crystal dome and sat down alone.

He closed his eyes under the dome, silently feeling the peace in the garden, and his own heart that could never be calm.

The King of Wizards has been in Falla for more than twenty years, and Magnus has been translating precious elven texts for Russell every day, writing magical textbooks, and perfecting the psionic training system...... and so on.

He enjoyed such a pure job, but he couldn't adapt to life in Falla.

In fact, every day Magnus's mind hovers between the suave scholar and the vicious Red Devils, and he doesn't know which is his true self, and can only try to maintain a fragile balance.

"I can feel my incompleteness so truly at all moments, and the feeling of an irrefillable deficiency drives me crazy......" Magnus muttered and looked up, the pale sunlight of Falla shining through the dome on his face, his deep one-eye reflecting a strange brilliance.

"Is this also a punishment for me? …… Father? ”

Magnus's consciousness gradually drifted into a trance, and in a trance, he seemed to see the stars in the sky burning with pitch-black flames, like a human emperor who had been burning on the golden throne for ten thousand years.

"it!"

A sudden shout interrupted Magnus' vision, and the Ascension Primordial's extraordinary reaction caused him to look back almost instinctively, and the staff sharper than the spear was already in his hand.

But when One-Eyed caught the owner of the voice, Magnus froze, and a question mark slowly popped up above the Red Devil's head.

"Don't stand stupid, come and pull me." Russell's helpless voice could be heard from the simulated wetland behind the lawn.

Magnus walked forward with his staff in his hand, and saw Russell's whole body sunk under a green swamp planted with ornamental moss, with only one head and half of his shoulders exposed, his face and hair covered with mud, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.

“……”

After a moment of silence, good academic literacy made Magnus understand the situation in front of him. Looking at Russell, who was stuck in the mud, he subconsciously wanted to deny that this was his student, but failed.

"Ultra-long-distance precision teleportation?" Magnus's tone was helpless.

"He is worthy of being the king of wizards, and he can see the clues at a glance." Russell stopped struggling with some embarrassment: "But can you pull me out first and then show your vicious eyesight?" The mud was pressing on my lungs and I was almost out of breath. ”

“…… I'm not going to pull you. Magnus crouched on the edge of the swamp and covered his face with one hand, and his tone hated iron even more: "What about your psionic power, forgetting your psionic energy in a panic is a low-level mistake that only beginners and mage apprentices can make. ”

"Ah, this." Russell was also stunned.

For a moment, one person and one demon fell into an awkward silence.

Seeing Russell's bewildered look, Magnus couldn't wait to plunge into the swamp as well.

(End of chapter)