Chapter 1315: 10. Longing and anticipation --- for the brothers who have recently won rewards【1/2】

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"While our world still has power, we have also launched large-scale counterattacks."
In the tavern on the edge of the dim city, Strange listens to the description of the old man who is being eroded and transformed by the energy of chaos, but still retains wisdom and humanity.
He had known before that the world had persisted for more than ten years under the erosion of cursed flesh and blood, but according to the description of the old man, this flesh with chaotic power eroded a continent in three months.
At this rate, these humans should have disappeared for a long time.
There must be some hidden feelings.
The chaotic power of this world is so powerful that it has occupied most of the world.
If these humans remaining in the desperate world have a way to fight against the weird flesh and blood that erodes the world, it must be a very powerful force.
So, can this kind of power be used for oneself?
But to be honest, although there are possibilities, Strange does not have much hope for this.
Looking at the group of people in front of you, we know that no matter whether they have ever had the power to fight against chaos, they have now failed, which proves that the power that may exist is also limited.
"After our civilization migrated to the western continent, the remaining researchers in the world spent several months setting up a device on the former northern continent."
The old man poured himself a glass of wine.
There was a look of recollection on his black face. He drank the muddy, wacky wine and said to Strange:
"We draw heat from the center of the world and use something similar to a large-scale lens system to attack the flesh and blood that has invaded."
"I still remember that the cursed flesh that spread to the northern continent quickly receded in the hot light like the sun."
"We are excited, we thought we found a way to save the world...but we were too happy."
"This kind of burning and hindrance angered it, and the flesh and blood quickly showed a more aggressive side. It confronted the "Salvation" beam we set up on the northern continent in a loss-free manner."
Speaking of which, the old man shook his head, and there was a touch of despair in his three eyes as it happened.
"Drawing heat from the center of the earth, the beam from the zoom is very powerful, and the flesh and blood will be burned to ashes when it comes into contact, but after all, there is only one device like that. Sea tides and storms."
"We failed..."
"Those heroes detonated the salvation device before the failure. That explosion will wipe out the flesh and blood of the northern continent, but the price paid is that the northern continent will also collapse."
"Can you imagine? A scene when the whole continent collapsed."
The old man pointed his own heart with black claws, he said:
"I have seen it, I have seen it with my own eyes."
"It was a terrible victory. It seemed to be frightened by our determination. The erosion of flesh and blood to the western continent was suspended. This stop was 10 years. We thought that we were scared of it and stopped flesh and blood from civilization. Corrosion of the last island."
"But it wasn't. It realized we could hurt it, so it changed its way."
The old man smirked aloud, and he said to Strange happily:
"It no longer corrodes the ground, it no longer corrodes the world, and it begins to corrode the last remnants of us who live in the world. The epidemic that transformed into flesh and blood on my body appeared three years ago, like a plague. "
"It's too late to wait for what we found. It's used for 10 years to study us, study life, find our weaknesses, and then launch an attack in the dark."
"We are too stupid. We have wasted too much time in the 10 years that this precious sacrifice has been won."
"We're fucked."
"Brave warriors and wise researchers were the first to be infected, then our chiefs and officials, and finally strong men, women, children..."
The old man covered his forehead, he said softly:
"Our civilization is over, we are not saved anymore."
"In 10 years, after realizing that the lens device you invented can cause flesh and blood damage, didn't you continue to install it?"
Strange asked:
"Have you never thought of making more lenses and killing them at once?"
"We thought about it, we were ambitious, we have even planned the future after the reconstruction of civilization!"
The old man shook his mutated fist, and awkwardly said to the curious foreigner:
"In 10 years, we improved it, we set a larger lens, and our researchers burst out with unparalleled wisdom! But... not everyone can make up their minds."
"The collapse of the northern continent reminds us that maybe the lens can kill it, but its mortal counterattack will also shatter the western continent, that is our last home."
He shook his head and said:
"It will die, but we will die. If we are all dead, then what is the point of victory?"
"We pin our hopes on implementing a deterrence strategy, and we hope to scare it with the power of common cause. Ten years of peace make us think that we have succeeded... When the disease appeared 3 years ago, we wanted to implement the common cause. Strategy, but it’s too late."
The old man pointed in the direction outside the city and he said to Strange:
"The forest that stretches indefinitely in that mountain range is where the'sun' lens device is located, but we can't get in."
"There is no magic magic in our world, or real superhumans, we don’t, we are just a common civilization, and the forest is full of ghostly evil spirits, monsters that only exist in our legends. ."
"They bound our last hope. After the last few elite legions were buried there, we could only wait to die."
Strange was silent.
He looked at the wine glass in his hand, and he felt sad for the story that was not so bizarre in this world.
After a moment, he asked:
"Are there any normal people in this world?"
"Maybe there is."
The old man said, lost:
"After learning that the spread of the epidemic was unstoppable, we set up several permanently closed shelters underground and sent healthy children into it. No one could establish contact with them, maybe they were still, maybe they already dead."
"The worst case scenario is that they, like us, have been infected."
Strange did not continue to ask.
After more than ten seconds, the old man put down the glass, he looked at Strange, he said:
"So, curious foreigners, do you have anything else to ask?"
"No more."
Strange stood up. He sighed and pulled the hood down. He said to the old man:
"I have got the information I need, I..."
He looked at the old man, and before his eyes, there seemed to be an unspoken expectation in those cloudy eyes.
Strange can read that expectation.
He also knew that this mysterious, old man knew that there was no need to tell these things to a stranger, but he still did.
He was expecting a kindness.
It's like someone who has fallen into the water and is about to drown for the last help.
"Before you came here, I heard stories about you from some "old friends", foreigners."
Seeing Strange hesitate, the expectation in the old man's eyes shone more and more.
He said in a hoarse voice:
"I know you have magical powers. I saw that battle in the dark mountains. I saw the light, the light that tears the earth. You are different from us. You have more powerful powers than us. "
"Maybe we can't do things that you can do."
"I know this is very impolite, and we have nothing to give you, but as you can see, this world has been desperate for too long."
The old man stopped. He clasped the dirty rag in his hand and said to Strange in a trembling voice:
"I tell you everything you want to know, we guys are willing to give everything, maybe this is a ridiculous promise to you, but this is the last thing we can come up with."
"Outlanders, help us, help this world... please."
"I..."
Strange didn't know how to answer.
He did feel sad about what happened in this world, and if he could, he was willing to help them.
But now this battle has entered a more dangerous stage, he is even difficult to protect himself, how can he boast Haikou at this time.
His purpose here is not simple.
The kind of "sun" lens that can hurt the curse of flesh and blood is his last resort to compete with other competitors. If he can get the lens, he may be able to win more advantages for himself.
But looking at the pleading in the old man's turbid eyes, the humbleness that let go of all pride... If Strange asked him to pray on his knees, then the old man would never have any hesitation.
That's the kind of look that only a real desperation rages on.
"I will try my best."
Strange gritted his teeth and said:
"I don’t hide from you, I’m going to take your lens, and I don’t belong to the powerful ones you see. I have a hostile relationship with them. Everyone is an enemy of each other, so I need a lens. power."
"But if I can, I will use it to kill those cursed flesh."
Strange supported the table, he said softly:
"I can no longer promise you more."
"That's enough!"
The old man standing behind the bar rubbed his hands excitedly, he said:
"If the sun lens can be activated again, the flesh and blood that has eroded to the edge of the western continent can be removed, and it will be deterred again, which will give those who have sheltered more time..."
"Guoyan residual breath, okay, this is indeed Gouyan residual breath, but we have dared not expect any more."
The old man tried to straighten his body.
But the twisted spine is very difficult to do this action. He put his paw into a fist in a funny-looking gesture and thumped Strange in the chest.
"This world has been oppressed by despair for too long. We are like walking in the dark, not seeing the people in front of us. We are eager to see the light, even if it is the last light before the end..."
He says:
"If I am destined to die, my brothers and I are more eager to go to death with hope, and those who are still alive need spiritual comfort."
"Courage can help them survive this darkest moment, please kindle it!"
He turned around and smashed the curiously shaped wine cabinet behind him with a claw. In the sound of glass breaking, he took out an empty bottle with rolled reels from those bottles and handed it to Strange, He says:
"This is a map to the underground equipment of Sun Lens, the last thing I can take out."
"Light the lens and light the last courageous fire in this world."
"Thank you, kindhearted foreigners, whether we can continue or whether we are destined to perish here, we will be grateful."
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Strange walked out of the tavern.
He didn't even dare to look back, and the old man and the tavern in the tavern could keep him from seeing him behind.
They also sing weird songs, probably the songs of blessings to the warriors in this world.
But Strange didn't feel the glory, he only felt the pressure.
Heavy, breathless pressure.
A group of desperate people pin their last hopes on just trivial pleadings, but Strange never thought that the expectations given by others would be such a heavy thing.
He can breach the contract, anyway, he has got what he needs.
But will he do that?
Will a person who pretends to be a hero do that?
Most importantly, can he do it?
He is the weakest of all the contestants, and perhaps even the strongest Dum may not dare to pat his chest and say he can.
To save, you need not only courage and sacrifice, but also strength.
And strength is what Strange lacks most at this time.
With this chaotic thought, Strange left the silent city, he must rush to the dark jungle in the shortest time, can not stay, can not delay.
Dum’s previous explosion only hurt those competitors and did not completely defeat them.
The chaotic power in this world is always eroding the body of outsiders, which is an invisible time limit.
Under double pressure, competitors are like whipped beasts, and in anxiety, battles are also triggered.
Strange is sure of his strength, he doesn't want to be targeted.
But luck is not transferred by human will.
A few minutes after walking out of the city, Strange met the roadblocker, and the black-tongue counselor hovered over a stone in a trail on a cliff.
It looked at Strange, who was walking quickly, a strange smile on his ebony-throated face.
It lifted its thin fingers and waved gently.
In the next moment, in the beast-like roar, those flesh and blood alienated monsters threw themselves out of the darkness around them, just like the most loyal beasts, under the command of the ebony throat, threw towards Strange .
Obviously, even if the competition has just begun, I don’t know that Strange is trying to use the power of this world. Hope is power, and the despair of darkness is even more so.
The wild mage responded quickly. He grabbed his wand, drew out the battle axe, and the hand fell between the sword. The first monster that flew over was immediately owed.
But more monsters trapped him in a trap.
Ebony Throat didn’t even intend to say more to Strange, it saw the golden shaped trident behind Strange, which was the weapon that Proxima never let go, and its companion was killed by Strange .
This made a bit of anger inside Ebony Throat.
It lifted its fingers, the rock under its feet quickly rose under the control of powerful will, and it was like the carving of an invisible hand. Between the moments of flying, sharp stone cones were densely scattered behind the ebony throat.
Its gray eyes were full of cold light.
It has to fulfill the revenge of the Dark Order, it has to accomplish what it has to do, and it is no longer because of this battle...
This matter has turned into a personal grudge.
Then...
Blood for blood, teeth for teeth!
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