Ah Mo 'en was about to leave. He had cleared the Aberrations wandering in the upper zone of the Stellar Temple, temporarily stopped the tainted breath that permeated the vicinity of the temple crash site, and healed some of the Guardians in the Forest Sea defense line who were still alive. As a' God of the Past 'who still needed to conceal himself at this stage, he had done enough here.
Any more and he would cross the line and lead this matter into the realm of 'miracles'.
"I will still help you as much as I can." Amoun turned his head slightly and said to Bersetia and Irene behind him. "The relationship between god and man is not only through miracles and faith. There is the possibility of us fighting side by side within a safe range. Perhaps this is the biggest gain of my reckless action this time …"
As he spoke, he looked back in the direction of the Gondor wasteland. The dark land shrouded in clouds was reflected in his crystal clear eyes. After a long time, he looked away and let out a soft sigh. "But the next main battlefield will still be the stage for you mortals … I can feel that the longer I am active in this world, the more an invisible force wants to bind me here. Even if I have not crossed the line from beginning to end, and have not appeared in front of the world, this force is still faintly there … It seems that the chain on me has disappeared, but there is still a little bit of the connection between me and the mortals."
Bersetia frowned slightly, but soon she understood and said softly with a complicated expression, "The lifespan of the Silver Elves is too long after all … The memory we left in the forest is always difficult to dissipate …"
"It can't be helped. After all, I took advantage of the loophole back then. Unlike the God of War and the Dragon God, Mirmina is not much better than me in this regard." Amoun chuckled softly and then bent down. "Come down, you should go. I should go too. The monsters wandering in the forest line of defense are gradually being eliminated. Perhaps your soldiers will come here soon."
Bersetia and Irene jumped lightly to the ground. They saw the holy giant deer beside them get up again, as if he was about to turn around and leave. But the next second, he stopped and looked in the direction of the vast forest in the south. The reluctance and worry in his eyes were very obvious.
"Don't worry, we will be fine." Irene could not help but say. "The gap has been blocked. We will definitely destroy the army of mutants that invaded this forest. The pollution in the forest will not spread."
"I know …" Ah Mo 'en mumbled. He shuffled his feet, but he still looked back worriedly. "But we still have to be careful. These mutants are coming at us aggressively, and there might be other loopholes in the barrier. Don't let your guard down just because you've eliminated the enemies in the forest … Not to mention, there's an unpredictable' Sentinel 'behind the mutants …"
"I understand. Don't worry." Bersetia nodded solemnly. "Recovering the defensive line is just the first step. As soon as the situation in the south stabilizes, we will immediately check the loopholes in other areas and find a way to rebuild the offensive with the allies on other fronts …"
"Also be careful of the residual pollution. The monsters left behind a lot of trouble after their death. Pay attention to the toxicity in the environment at all times. Completely burn the contaminated bodies. All water sources have to be checked. Check frequently …"
"We understand." Bersetia felt a little dumbfounded, but she still nodded seriously. "I will pay attention to remind people."
"By the way, be careful of the pollution in the air. Sometimes the toxic gases released by the monsters are difficult to detect. They come in various forms, and some of them are good at releasing toxins … Cecil's personal protective equipment is very useful, but unfortunately you don't have it here. So make sure that every team has monitoring and early warning measures. If it doesn't work, you can let the soldiers bring along a yellow finch. They are very sensitive to changes in the air …"
"When the Stellar Temple crashed, it caused a lot of damage to the geological structure. Pay attention to small geological disasters. Even if you have recovered the defensive line, don't rush to get close to the temple wreckage. It is so big that the things in the wasteland won't be able to come out for a while …"
"You two should take a rest after you regroup with the main force. You have consumed a lot of energy along the way. I have healed your internal injuries, but it is best to slowly recover your mental exhaustion in a natural state …"
As Amoun rambled on, he suddenly seemed to realize something and stopped awkwardly. He looked down at Bersetia and Helene, who had a slightly strange expression on their faces, and shook his head. "I seem to have said too much … Then I'm leaving. This time I'm really leaving."
He exhaled, and the trees that were gradually recovering shook. He turned and walked into the distance, and the smoke and fog that shrouded the defensive line retreated to both sides in awe. He walked towards the end of the horizon, and from time to time, he looked back at the two elves he left behind, and at the vast forest in the distance, where smoke was still rising. It seemed that he was still a little worried. A giant sun had gradually risen from the edge of the forest, and the glorious corona emitted endless light, blurring the line between his figure and the surrounding sky.
A few minutes later, the glorious figure of the giant deer, which looked like a cast of light, finally merged with the rising light and disappeared before Bersetia and Helene's eyes.
After a moment of silence, Helene finally could not help but whisper to break the silence. "My grandfather was like that too …"
Bersetia's lips curled up slightly. She turned and looked in the direction of the defensive line in the forest. She could already feel the presence of her compatriots in the complex aura wafting out from the forest. They were searching in the forest, and their tenacious and high-spirited will was as dazzling as a candle in the dark.
She stepped into the forest and reached out her hand to Helene. The sunlight flowed like flowing gold behind her back. "Let's go. Everything has just begun."
…
The bloody and dark battle had lasted for a long time. Now, the ancient ridge finally quieted down for the time being.
There was still some time before sunrise. The cold wind from the forest in the north carried the smell of blood and blew past the surviving defensive line. The light from the torches and magic stones illuminated the tired eyes of the warriors in the dark, forming an intermittent line of light on the ridge. A tall figure stood behind a temporary wall of wood and iron thorns. The feline's pale golden eyes were vigilantly watching the murky darkness in the distance.
He saw the forest burning in the dark, the thick smoke rising in the night and mixing with the clouds. He also saw the ruins of the towns and abandoned fortresses and camps at the foot of the mountain. The glaring crimson flame was still burning in the ruins. The nauseating stench was carried by the mountain wind and wantonly pervaded the ravaged land.
Those deformed freaks had temporarily retreated, but the chaotic roars, howls and deep murmurs that could drill directly into one's brain that filled the entire forest and valley still seemed to be entrenched in this blood-soaked land, mixed with the heroic cries of tribal warriors and even alpine warriors when they died in battle. Under the night sky, the tall figure shook his head hard to shake these hallucinatory voices out of his mind. Then, he turned and passed through one wall after another that he did not know how useful they would be, passed by the warriors who were resting between the rocks and wooden stakes, and came to the tents behind the defensive line. He went straight to the tallest tent.
Two alpine warriors with axes were guarding in front of the tent. They bowed to the visitor. "General Morakot."
The tall werecat called General Morakot raised his hand and interrupted the guard's greeting. His voice was slightly hoarse. "How's the chief?"
One of the guards thought for a moment and answered seriously, "He's already awake. I think he can still fight three to five alpine warriors."
Before he could finish his sentence, a loud female voice suddenly came from the tent. The penetrating voice made Morakot's ears buzz. "Dogsh * t! You can call three champions over and I can still fight! "
The guard was at a loss as to what to do. General Morak waved his hand and stepped forward to lift the thick curtain of the tent before striding in.
A strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of blood wafted into his nose. This smell made Morakot frown. He looked in the direction of the smell and saw a camp bed placed in the middle of the tent. The light from the magic crystal lamp illuminated the figure on the bed who was half leaning on the pillar of the tent. The ruler of the orcs, the Lord of the Forest, Camilla, was staring at General Morakot who walked in. There seemed to be a murderous aura that had not completely dissipated in her pale golden feline eyes.
Morakot glanced at Camilla and saw that she had temporarily taken off her armor. Her arms and one of her shoulders were wrapped in thick bandages, and there were many small wounds all over her upper body. Her beautiful body was now full of scars, and there were many beautiful places where her beautiful hair was burnt by magic, showing a mixture of gray and black.
To Great Chieftain Camilla, who had always valued his hair, these burnt hairs were probably more intolerable than the wounds on his body. However, to Morakot, nothing was more important than the fact that the Great Chieftain could retreat from the frontline alive.
"What a mess. I've never lost a battle so badly in my life." Noticing the general's gaze, Camilla immediately twitched the corner of her mouth. Her furry pointy ears folded inwards and she said in a very unhappy tone, "Those monsters whose brains have rotted away … They actually dared to burn my favorite fur … They even burned my tail!"
Morakot lowered his head and said in a low voice, "You fought against a hundred enemies alone. These injuries are nothing compared to those you tore apart."
"Save your flattery. I'm not interested." Camilla interrupted the general. "How's the evacuation of the civilians?"
"They have been moved to the rear. The Spirit Shamans will be responsible for escorting them to Red Jade City. This evacuation route is still safe for now. Those mutants will not be able to cross this mountain range for the time being."
"Red Jade City, huh … I hope that this city can continue to protect the people of the forest as usual," Camilla said. She seemed to have pulled at her wound and could not help but gasp. "Have those spirit wizards left?"
"Half of them stayed," Morakot said. "We tried to persuade them to leave, but they said … they want to advance and retreat together with the tribal warriors."
"F * ck! A bunch of idiots. "Camilla suddenly cursed. This time, she really pulled at her wound, causing her face to distort." F * ck, it hurts … Why did those Spirit Shamans stay?! Can their magic power withstand another round of suppression? The reserve of soul crystals and magic essential oil in the camp has long been used up. Are they going to burn their own blood to cast spells?! You go and tell their leader that all the Spirit Shamans must retreat before dawn. The tribal warriors will cover their retreat and let them retreat to Red Jade City to rebuild the defense line. If anyone doesn't listen, take out the token left by Stiller. Those Spirit Shamans … "
"The Pale Hills have been lost. There are almost no survivors from the Holy Stone Town and the City of Radiance," Morakot interrupted Camilla. The tall and strong orc general lowered his head and said in a low voice, "More than half of the Eldars guarding this line of defense came from there … It's impossible for them to retreat."
Camilla was stunned. After a long while, she blinked and cursed in a low voice, "… F * ck."
Then she shook her head and looked up at her general. "Okay, tell me all the bad news at once. What else happened when I was unconscious?"
Camilla quietly listened to the report and did not speak for a long time. When the report stopped, she stared into Morakot's eyes and said slowly with a complicated expression, "… Anything else?"
"No." Morakot spread out his hands. "But I'm afraid there will be more."
"F * ck …" Camilla's mouth twitched. "What's the good news? Is there even a little bit of good news? "
"Yes, after we ignited the abandoned campsite on the hillside, the aberrations temporarily retreated," Moriak said in a low voice. "Those monsters are not afraid of arcane attacks, and they are also very resistant to physical attacks, but the flames have some effect on them. Now we have some time to catch our breath. But we don't know when the monsters will launch the next wave of attack. "
Camilla did not respond.
The scarred great chief just leaned on the pillar of the tent and seemed to be lost in thought.
After a long time, she whispered softly, "From the wasteland outpost to the mountain barrier, from the mountain barrier to the Darkstone Road and Wind Erosion Valley, and now we have retreated from the Darkstone Road to Wolf Spine Mountain. How many days has it been? What about after that? Red Jade City, Helm City … Are we going to retreat to the Ancestral Peak? "
"The situation is not that bad," Morakot immediately said. "Great Chief, we are just not prepared. Our mountain warriors and champion warriors are gathering everywhere. The troops of the other tribes should have also reacted. As long as we can rebuild the defense line in Red Jade City, those monsters —"
"Those monsters also have the entire wasteland as their backup. Their troops are also gathering," Camilla interrupted the old orc. "We are not prepared for this war at all. Our enemy has been preparing for hundreds of years … We have made a fatal mistake, Morakot."
She said, shook her head, and sighed deeply.
"Remote … We are all in the corner. Where is the safety?"
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