Chapter 737: Quel'Sana's account Ⅰ (1)

My name is Quelzana Rusta, daughter of the sky, and a narrator. I respond to the call today and tell the story of the Goff Corps assault on the Tallwell Grand Canyon.
From my mouth, there are many different voices, many people’s memories, because I have fulfilled my duties fully, and it is Grak, the master of the Goff Corps, who has entrusted me to collect all the stories. And keep it in my heart, in order to be widely praised over and over again in the future, until the announces my judgment.
But this is also my story, my personal experience, and my voice and my memory are entangled in it, it is impossible to strip it.
That is my role, and I will only tell it once.
At this moment...
After the destruction of Salt Lake City, Ouke's main force reached the Grand Canyon of Witriel. After a short three-day break, the overlord Gook led his elite and attacked the human defense line.
During the rest period, two other legions have joined the main force successively, namely Black Fire and Double Snakes. The clusters of Ok are constantly accumulating power like thunderstorms.
I didn't think that the existing forces needed any reinforcement.
Looking at the whole world, there is no single power that can prevail in the singles and dominates, and they have a significant advantage in number.
The black guards of the Benedict Empire are well-known, and other troops can’t be underestimated, but the only decisive factor is the number of military forces, and the army of the Ushijin army is too small compared to Ok, according to intelligence, they only have no To 200,000 people.
On the other hand, on the Ok side, the estimated number of the three legions plus Wang Ting's guards is more than 600,000. If you count other low-level Ouks scattered in other games, the number of the entire cluster is at least one million.
Maybe they don't have a good command, maybe they don't have too many tactics, but this number is enough to bring an overwhelming advantage.
Therefore, a positive atmosphere of optimism pervades the Goff Corps.
But mankind does not seem to have no advantage. The unique advantage of the Benedict Empire stems from the powerful witchcraft power. The Three Witches Association is the oldest wizarding organization of mankind. In the past, they kept a low profile. Now they are going to go, they will never again. Hide the edge.
No matter whether Ouke's military power is ten times, one hundred times or even one thousand times, the power of witchcraft is still capable of turning the tide.
Those crazy wizards may be the key to victory or defeat, but they are expected to offset or weaken human witchcraft.
But among my fellows, fear lingered.
At least for those nobles who are well-respected, they are eager for wealth, but afraid to get involved in the battlefield.
I don’t think that the Oaks can realize the kind of fear that physical flesh suffers, maybe only uneasy.
They have longed for stories about Hanan, because that is the only thing they cannot kill, so it is also the only thing that can inject a little sense of excitement into their lives.
Some Oaks have often stated that they hope to split the waves in the vast ocean and head towards the evil spirits.
But I can feel the fear.
Because of the disturbance of the vast ocean, fear spread in my heart, so I put on a mask to scare it back.
On the journey from the starting point to the destination, my mask has been completely completed.
Crazy Shaman [Cracked Lips] made some overall suggestions for me, and copied some knot styles from Locke. I decided to decorate the mask with the pattern of a male falcon, and let the two slender wings extend outward from the position of the nose bridge. Brow bone.
I dyed the masks dark green, and added a dot pattern, which is a symbol of exorcism commonly used by the Oaks, in the middle of the forehead.
With this symbol's shelter, coupled with its majestic wings and roaring eagle's beak, the Oaks believe that only the most powerful demon can resist the threat of this mask-I choose to believe their views.
They seem to have unique and practical insights into resisting the threat of the vast ocean.
The soldiers are fully armed and ready to attack.
This is a killing operation, their purpose is to destroy, so they wear various faces of death to complete the mission.
Of course, sharp blades and guns are the mainstream configuration, and these highly trusted weapons have always been the primary resources of Ok.
But all the leaders have opened the door of the armory, and distributed many special weapons to the warriors with will and skill. Some of the Oak's armor gloves turned into city-breaking iron fists, and even industrial-scale giant claws.
Others are equipped with heavy rapid-fire weapons covered with armour, or giant assault guns with rotating barrels, which do not look like individual equipment.
The armored vehicles in the camp were hung in a row like game in the cellar. The knocking and friction sounds had not stopped since their arrival. Those technicians kept repairing and enhancing their equipment and machinery around the clock, fighting for the upcoming killings.
On the last night, I dreamed.
It was a dream that I often dreamed of since I left Phoenix, a dream that I no longer believe in.
It looks like a memory ~ EbookFREE.me ~ but it is mixed with deception.
I remember that the golden sunlight would cut into the room through the gap of the blinds every morning, and plate the furnishings in the house with a layer of light gold, creating a warm and hazy atmosphere.
I remember a clock whistle before the alarm clock sounded at five in the morning.
I went to Raven City to get used to the low-altitude environment so that I could embark on a long planned journey.
I went there to avoid other people. I was already determined to take the academic vacation and get rid of the shackles of the college. I don’t need a kind person like Valia to persuade me to change course.
Of course, I only know now that my previous understanding of the situation deviated from reality.
My situation is not as distressed as I imagined. The sources of information about these facts are unquestionable.
My mind was not clear at the time, I was already affected.
I am secretly manipulating me far earlier than this, and the urgent need to escape from Phoenix is ​​embedded in my mind, as is the desire to experience the wind and sand of the sinister wilderness.
To be honest, how can a person who has been afraid of violence since he was a child want to visit a society full of violence to face his inner fears?
This makes no sense.
I'm not particularly interested in the Ok culture itself. The obsession is also embedded in me.
In dreams, I often walk to the window, waiting for the figure's face to reflect on the glass.
I waited for fear to grab me hard.
I wait for myself to ask questions.
"How will you be here?"
I turned around, hoping to be able to distinguish a little detail on that face, hoping to see it more clearly than before.
I only saw a pair of eyes before waking up.
The hazy eyes of the face burst into the dark like the symbol of Ouke's exorcism.