Chapter 1038 Because it's a Dungeon and Dragons, there must be a Dungeon, which makes sense!

Marshal Shortman thought that his visit would be a good one, such as arranging for a group of warriors from Xike City to stand at the door and insult him, and even start arguing.

But no.

When he boarded the deck of the Murphy's Hammer, there was only one lady of Translasia's intelligence officer waiting, and there was no great pomp and no angry bitter master, and it seemed that Governor Murphy did not intend to make a big announcement about the arrival of the enemy of Translasia.

Or rather, it's a private conversation.

This attitude relieved Marshal Loren, and he and General Soros, who came with him, were also relieved, and after a few words of greeting Adele, they followed the other party into the airship.

But when he found out that the direction they were heading was the medical cabin, the short-man marshal muttered in his heart again.

Is this to clean up directly in the medical cabin and then give first aid on the spot or something?

The Translancians are barbaric, but they don't do it diplomatically, do they?

This thought continued until they walked into the medical cabin, and General Soros, who was following the marshal, saw at a glance that his rebel son was standing outside the glass of the medical room, looking at it with a nervous and worried gaze.

Colonel Ron came in a hurry, and ran to see his good brother as soon as the battlefield affairs were dealt with.

He didn't even change his armor or do personal cleaning, he was dressed in tattered blood-stained armor with a loaded hammer guard at his feet, most notably his left leg.

The legs of the trousers were burned by the flames, and they were full of holes as if they were wearing a very cool off-the-beaten-path gadget, but beneath the tattered trouser legs was black machinery.

This scene alone made General Soros's expression darken.

He was pressured to expel his youngest son from the family, originally to protect his reputation and the family's reputation, but because of this incident, the relationship between him and his wife was on the verge of breaking down, and even his eldest son, who had always supported him, expressed strong dissatisfaction with this.

Didn't you say that the eldest son and the younger son were in a competitive relationship, Zhuo, why did you suddenly unite at this time?

You all feel sorry for your son and brother, and no one in the whole family feels sorry for Lao Tzu, alas, the family is unfortunate.

"You stay here, I'll go in and see."

Marshal Loren said a word to his lieutenants, leaving time for their father and son to talk.

Then he followed Adele into the treatment room in front of him, and before entering, a psyker wearing a protective suit disinfected him and handed him a dwarven protective suit for him to wear, which made Marshal Loren feel that his sensitive and proud dwarven heart was once again provoked.

However, seeing that Murphy in the treatment room was also wearing a protective suit, the marshal finally did not have a seizure but changed into the full-cover clothes and walked inside.

He finally saw the man lying on the hospital bed clearly, and the emaciated side face belonging to Brigadier General Fraser startled the short-man marshal, and then stepped forward quickly.

"Don't touch him!"

Mosna, who is currently the "attending physician", scolded:

"Brigadier General Fraser is in the symbiotic intensification phase, and any external pressure may cause stress to the symbiotic beings that are adapting to the host's situation, so if you're not going to see that thing break through the brigadier's chest and jump out, just stand outside the safety line."

"What do you mean by 'symbiotics'?"

The short marshal scolded:

"Is this some kind of evil test? What happened to Frazier? This is my soldier! Hell, why did he become the way he is? ”

"Calm down, Marshal."

Murphy finally spoke.

His gentle voice came from his protective suit, saying:

"You don't think that Brigadier General Fraser will be able to break away unharmed from the siege of several times the number of Chaos Evils after his army is cut off, right? What you see is a warrior at a twist of fate, and we are trying to save him.

Heru!

Tell the marshal about Brigadier General Frazier's current situation. ”

"Yes, Governor."

The vampire Heru, who served as Mosna's assistant, also wore a hazmat suit, but he wore a distinctive pair of red goggles over his eyes, which filled the guy with a peculiar sense of mystery, and he handed a medical report to the short marshal who was standing on a stool to check on Frazier's condition, and explained in a mild, academic tone:

"The commodore is not simply a wound aggravation, the essence of the Chaos is that the forces of chaos are catalyzing his flesh to mutate in a malignant way, a process that is very rapid and irreversible, and the filth you see on the battlefield is the future posture of the Brigadier General.

Without outside intervention, he would quickly transform into that form within 48 hours.

He will lose his dignity and his consciousness and become a puppet of subspace.

Luckily, Colonel Ron delivered the news in time and sent him to us before it could be undone, and by the time the Commodore arrived, his heart had shrunk by a third, his entire spleen had completely disappeared, his endocrine system was completely disrupted, and his immune system had done its best to fight the transformation of filth, and his body temperature had exceeded the safe threshold.

We can only save him by radical methods.

As for the 'symbiotics'"

Heru, who had become a researcher in the field of bioengineering at the R-9 base, glanced at Murphy, who nodded slightly, and then Heru explained to the marshal:

"You could think of it as a special 'Creator's Relic' that was implanted in the Commodore body to strengthen his life form and relieve the further raging Chaos infection, and the Commodore Agent's vital signs have been approaching normal for the past seven hours.

However, it will take time for the symbiotic to adapt to the host, so he is not yet able to wake up.

What is certain is that Brigadier Frazier is quite well adapted to the symbios, and he is out of the most dangerous moment and will no longer transform into a pathetic Chaos Evil. ”

Marshal Loren didn't quite understand the technical terms, but he could read the medical report in his hand.

After a few minutes of silence, the proud dwarf turned and bowed his head to Murphy sincerely:

"Thank you for rescuing Frazier, I still don't know how this symbiotic works, but judging from the 'Creator's Relic' alone, it is definitely a precious and rare treasure, and your use of such a precious object to save a Plantagenet soldier makes me feel ashamed of my slander along the way.

especially

Fraser was also involved in the Battle of Sico. ”

"Of course, he wasn't a friend of the Translancians, but Brigadier Frazier's impressive performances in the affairs of the Plague, and his and his warriors' selfless support for the Transans, made us willing to use this thing to save him.

The Tranians have never been stingy with our hero worship, and if it weren't for Fraser's unwillingness to renounce his loyalty to his country, I would have even wanted to give him the title of 'Honorary Trancisian'. ”

Murphy waved his hand and said:

"I invite you here only to confirm the situation of Fraser and to explain the matter to the Count of Lyon upon your return to Cato, lest the Capetian family's position on certain issues be skewed.

The brigadier general could not leave the ship for the next period of time until his condition was completely stabilized.

This is not internment, just a discreet protection.

You can send some soldiers to keep him safe, now let's get out of here, I have other things to discuss with you. ”

"Shouldn't we tell us about Sike City?"

The short marshal directly picked out the point, he said:

"Isn't that the biggest conflict between us? As the governor of the Translancians, you should at least reprimand me twice to show your attitude. ”

"There's no need."

Murphy glanced at Loren, this was the first time he had seen the half-dwarf marshal in the true sense, he looked Loren up and down, but because the dwarf's appearance really did not match the aesthetic of a vampire, Murphy did not see some worthy of attention.

He shook his head and said in a gentle tone:

"You will surely die at the hands of the Transans for those things you have done in the past! It was a predestined future, and since death was a foregone conclusion, wasting time on verbal humiliation before it happened would only make us Transans pompous and rude.

At the moment, the situation is not suitable for wasting time on such matters, and I think we should both be pragmatic. ”

He led the way, with the marshal following behind, and the two of them changed into sterile hazmat suits and left the treatment room, making their way to the conference room through another corridor.

On the way, Murphy explained to Marshal Loren with his hands behind his back:

"I think Lord Pa Ying has already revealed the topic of conversation to you, regarding the disposal of the ruins of the Brass Fortress after the battle, I have discussed this issue with Lord Ofg and Lord Badridai, and the Silver Dwarves and Frost Dwarves are willing to support their brass dwarven brothers, even if they have been excommunicated by Mother Earth Goddess.

However, both Silver Castle and Frost Castle are too far away from the Brass Fortress, and both sides have their own responsibilities, and it is impossible to send a large number of soldiers to assist the Brass Dwarves in recovering their ruined cities.

So it's up to you in the end.

You're one of the most powerful dwarves in human civilization, and you've got plenty of resources at your disposal, so it's likely that you'll be up to you to clean up the mess for the brass dwarves.

Whether you're sending troops to intervene directly or using diplomacy, there's a real problem you have to solve.

If you want to reclaim the ruins, you have to fight, but the few forces entrenched there are not fuel-efficient lamps, and now they have to join the Chaos faction, which makes the ruins of the Brass Fortress a powder keg that can explode at any moment. ”

"Well, your analysis is quite accurate, I can't fault it, and in fact, I did receive an initiative from Silver Castle on this matter."

Perhaps because of Murphy's frankness, in short, the short-man marshal did not hide the problems he was currently experiencing, saying:

"Originally, in my plan, the vanguard of the Pioneer Corps would enter the ruins of the Brass Fortress through the Golgon Wound after clearing the war in the northern part of the peninsula, and cooperate with the shield dwarves to solve the problems there in a short time.

But my vanguard suffered heavy losses.

We had to withdraw to the fortress of Dorod to rest and regulate, but the troubles of the Fishmen in the Old World, especially in the water-networked regions of East Phorus and Anjou, kept me from being able to spare my energies for a long time to come.

So, let's get straight to the point if you have any proposals.

The dignity of the dwarves is at stake, and my personal attitude cannot be a decisive factor in it.

I mean, if the Transancians want to be involved in the recovery of the brass ruins, I'd be more than welcome. ”

"Good! That's what I'm going to say next. ”

Murphy smiled, and he reached out and pushed open the door to the conference room, inviting the marshal to enter, where Adele and her subordinates had prepared a set of floor sand tables for the brass ruins.

The two walked to the sand table, and Murphy pointed to the map of the current state of the ruins represented by various flags, and said to the short marshal who was standing on the chair and observing the sand table:

"We have a forward base in a col thirty kilometers away in a straight line from the Brass Ruins, and I intend to use the Brass Fort Ruins as the next war zone for my adventurers to customize plans, make schedules, and send commanders to oversee the battle.

According to the expectations given by my lieutenant, if all goes well, after a maximum of three months, half of the brass ruins will be reclaimed by us. ”

"So optimistic?"

Speaking of military issues, Loren immediately became serious.

He shook his head and said:

"The time is too short, and the situation is extremely complicated, just sorting out the interlacing of various forces in the ruined dungeon is a bottomless pit at the intelligence level, and in this case, it will take three months to solve the problem roughly, which will consume a lot of manpower, unless you plan to send that group of legendary undead heroes!"

The marshal looked at Murphy and said:

"That's exactly what you intended, right?

Based on a series of observations of the Gentiles sent back by Fraser, I believe that their special group also needs to be trained, and their immortality can only be best played in intense and high-frequency combat, and their high growth in strength can be better explored when experiencing war.

Therefore, you plan to train with the bastards of all races entrenched in the ruins of brass

What a calculation! ”

"Just tell me if you want to?"

Murphy crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"Do you want to dislike the free helper?

My warriors bring their own rations to help you dwarves regain lost territory, and we don't even need you to pay you extra, as long as you nod and give us official 'support' status, my warriors can set off there in a few days."

I've even figured out the relationship between the shield dwarves.

The Porut Pass is very difficult right now, so the Shield Dwarven Lord is willing to accept our assistance, relying on the little bit of the Shield Dwarves and their overstretched material reserves, the time to gnaw down the dungeon of the brass ruins is definitely calculated in ten years.

The question is, can the drastic changes in the continent environment give you dwarves an extra decade to regain the lost territory?

This is a very serious question.

Also, I have to tell you something you didn't realize, but the Sin Dwarves of the Sin Fortress are already in action, and from what I've heard, it's safe to say that the Sin Dwarves are taking over a portion of the dungeon.

They seem intent on extending their power from the grey desert back to the center of the continent. ”

"Sin dwarf?"

Hearing this, Loren's expression immediately became serious, he thought for a moment, and said:

"Good! I will officially inform my compatriots in the Porut Pass in a few days, giving the Trancian supporters status, but I also know the deeper meaning of what you mean by bringing your own dry food and not being paid.

The ruins of that ruin contained the wealth accumulated by the brass dwarves for centuries and the place where the god of wealth was born, an endless pocket of gold.

I can allow you to take some of it.

However, it is not possible to take it all away, and the brass dwarves also need funds to rebuild their hometown. ”

"I'll leave you a third."

Murphy held out a finger and said:

"It's all bloody money anyway, and if the brass dwarves want to rebuild the population, they have to rely on their own hands, and don't make the same mistakes they made once. If this is done, I will talk to you about the next important thing."

Marshal Loren was not satisfied with this percentage, but at the moment he did not refute it.

Murphy pinched the dwarves' weakness, if the sin dwarves were to make the dwarves bigger in the ruined dungeons, it would not be a good thing for all the dwarves, so time is everything now, and the presence of the Trancian Heroic Spirits who are not afraid of death will bring enough miracles to give the dwarves an advantage in this competition.

Just as the marshal was thinking, he suddenly saw Murphy take a very festive red gift box from Adele next to him, and handed it to him with both hands in a gift-giving gesture.

The short marshal looked at the box that had been sent to him with strange pagan characters on it, and he looked at Murphy with strange eyes, and asked:

"What does that mean?"

"O wedding gift, Your Excellency."

Murphy said with a wry smile:

"It's a pity that the Silver Dwarves don't invite foreigners to watch the wedding, but as a person of status, I definitely want to send blessings, including breeding treasures blessed by the god Avalon and special entertainment items for the pharaohs of the Songhai Empire.

This will definitely help you and your wife have a precious child sooner.

Personally, I really hope that you will complete the succession as soon as possible, so that the grievances between you and the Transancians can be resolved as soon as possible. ”

"Bastard!"

Loren finally couldn't help it.

The dwarf bull had a temper and wanted to knock out the gift, but Murphy deftly shook it and stuffed the gift box into his arms, and then clapped his hands, like the evil disguise of "smashing the cup for the trumpet" and "five hundred knives and axes", and in the next second, six five big and three thick silver dwarf earth priests rushed into the conference room and tied him up under Loren's panicked gaze.

"On the orders of Lord Ofg! Loren, your war is over! Château Silver is preparing for the wedding ceremony, so it's time to return to the Bourbon Mountains with us. ”

A golden-priest with earth runes tattooed on his face loudly announced:

"Your wedding can't be postponed any longer!"

"The war is not over yet! Bastard, let me go! My soldiers still need me to hell! They shed blood on the front, do I still have to go to the rear to enjoy life? Let me go! Damn it! Murphy, you bastard!

You deliberately tricked me into coming here, I misjudged you, you cunning Transian"

(End of chapter)