Chapter 201: The Wanderer's Homecoming

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That year, one of the scouts sent by Greywind to track the Great Greenskin Migration returned to Nifuel.

In the past two years, the direction of the spread of the green tide has not changed much, and the roaring orc boys are still marching towards the southwest of the Far Eastern Star Field, that is, the Otrama Star Field.

"If this continues, in less than a year, the vanguard of the Green Tide will arrive in the system where the first Sotek Tomb World is located.

Moreover, the Space Necro 'Free Guys' are currently heading towards this catacombs, and they seem intent on awakening the Space Necrons sleeping on the planet and spreading the teachings of the Clay Artists to them. This move was supposed to accumulate strength for the overthrow of the Sotek dynasty. ”

Gray Wind, a young girl who looked like she was only 7-8 years old, sat on Russell's lap and leaned into his arms to supplement the information brought back by another reconnaissance team.

Because most of the nanobots were sent to put the finishing touches on the giant dockyard, Grey Wind was now tall enough to choke up to a meter, and the small one sitting in the marshal's arms would not be very disobedient, if it was the original appearance, there would be no such treatment.

"Now it's up to Greenskin or the Free Man to arrive in that tomb world first...... Russell murmured in his heart, his hands kneading Grey Wind's face that was more delicate than a shelled boiled egg like a decompression toy.

When he was thinking about things, he always did it lightly and heavily, and if it was a little human girl in his arms, he would have been pinched to tears by now, but Gray Wind was very happy.

"At first glance, it seems that I should let the Free Men Organisation awaken the Catacombs and bring the space necrons and the migratory greenskins into a head-on conflict, so that I can profit from it."

"But after two years of research on the Greenskins' language, I can already come to a preliminary conclusion: it is possible that the cause of the Greenskin's great migration is a certain relic, and if the Greenskin's migration path is intercepted by the space necromancer, how can I know the location of that relic?"

"And in a short period of time, I can't be sure which treasure is the one that attracted these greenskins out of the Far Eastern Star Field, and where did I get the news of them? ……”

Wisps of thought drifted through Russell's heart, and he didn't stop until Gray Wind's cheeks turned from white and tender to red.

"Marshal, have you thought of anything?" Gray Wind rubbed his face with both hands and turned around, seeing a victor's smile on Russell's face, he was even more puzzled: "Have you figured out what to do with Green Tide and Free Man?" Looks so happy, huh? ”

Russell shook his head: "No, it has nothing to do with that. ”

He picked up the little gray wind sitting on his lap and put it on the ground, and couldn't help but feel a little excited: "The organic canon is here." ”

"Oh? yes, that should be a lot of fun. Gray Wind crossed his hands on his hips and raised his head to look up at Russell: "But there is no need to be so happy, right?" Although the organic canon is precious, it is of very limited use to us now, far less helpful than the Transcription Recorder and the Warlock of Another Dimension......"

Russell had previously informed Greywind of the other species of relics and their effects that he did not yet possess.

The genetic data of countless organisms preserved in the organic canon is precious, but it is a bit frivolous, not to mention that the human beings in this universe have extreme xenophobia, and the genetic sequences extracted from the canon are also random, and Gray Wind really can't think of any use for this thing.

"It's useful, at least for me and Colonia." Russell didn't explain much, and when the time came, he just used it to show Gray Wind.

It's just that when this "then" will be is open to debate.

"Time and space are chaotic in the maelstrom, the Falla where I am is is now 40014, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet is still 40003, and the Lady Yi Jealousy, who won the full canon, has returned to 39997......" Thinking of this, Russell had a little headache again:

"Fortunately, the Badab system is still in sync with our time, and the L-Star Gate built by the Claws of the Star is almost complete, as long as the 6th Expeditionary Fleet leaves the Matrodex, you can quickly return to your life through the Star Gate."

The Stargate was built according to the drawings carried by Promelia, and it can be connected to the terminal exit, so it can be said that the door is home after leaving the Maelstrom.

But how long does it take to get out of the maelstrom? 3 years? 5 years? 100 years?

Or maybe the expeditionary fleet actually left the maelstrom 500 years ago......

In this universe of strange powers, anything is possible.

In any case, the organic canon has now been successfully recycled, and with the emperor taking care of it, Russell is not afraid of the duck flying to his beak, which is nothing more than the difference between the speed of serving.

Well, it's time to look elsewhere.

Russell folded his hands behind his back, his head bowed, and paced back and forth in front of his desk:

"Of the 13 expeditionary fleets, three were tasked with finding the relics. Now that the organic canon has been recovered, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet is on its way back. The 1st Expeditionary Fleet, which was tasked with recovering the 'transcripts' in the Calissis sector, was led by the Prophetess herself, and was under the care of Brammimund, so there was no need to worry about ......it."

The only thing to worry about is the loss of the 9th Expeditionary Fleet near its home port in the vicinity of Baal.

Tzeentch obviously knew the location of the other relics, but he only gave Russell 3 coordinates, and he had every reason to suspect that Tzeentch was deliberately throwing out unclear chips such as the Organic Encyclopedia to attract his attention, but in fact he was secretly plotting such as "Alien Warlock", "Poison Saint's Throat", "Vacuum Flower"... and other significant relics.

But Russell had no other choice, he could only give priority to the treasures that could be touched in front of him, which was Yangmou.

With this in mind, Russell also made his own decision.

"Grey Wind."

"Huh? Huh? Marshal, you're done going around? The somewhat dazed gray wind suddenly woke up: "Is there anything else you want to command?" ”

Russell looked down at the out-of-tune gray wind with a little crying and laughing: "The giant dockyard is about to be completed, I want you to mobilize two reconnaissance teams, one to continuously monitor the movements of orcs and space necromancers, and the other to go to Baal to reconnoiter the situation." ”

"Scout Barr?" Grey Wind blinked, "Are you going to aid the 9th Expeditionary Fleet?" ”

Russell nodded, stretched out his hand and touched Gray Wind's head: "I have arranged the production task to the reverse entropy in advance, and as soon as the giant dockyard is launched, it will start to build ships without cost and without sleep, and I have a hunch that some kind of danger that should not be underestimated is approaching, and the disappearance of the 9th Expeditionary Fleet is an omen." ”

Intuition is such a thing, ethereal, with a bit of metaphysical meaning. But since coming to this universe, Russell's intuition has always been accurate, and this may also be a subspace prophecy to some extent.

"That's why I need to send a team in advance to reconnoiter the situation near Baal and gather intelligence, so that the fleet that has just left the factory from the giant dockyard can immediately leave for the front line......"

In any case, a powerful fleet is an extension and execution tool of their will to power.

Russell briefly explained his concerns and countermeasures to Grey Wind, who listened attentively, but suddenly, their bodies froze at the same time.

The faces of the two of them showed the same stunned expression, because just now, Russell and Grey Wind both received a communication from the reverse entropy:

"In return, the Valkyrie of the 'Unripe Dream' has returned to her home port."

(End of chapter)