While Roland was still preparing his new spell with great enthusiasm, outside the ruins, a temporary team was already ready to go, and Barton, who was leading the team, finally told the purpose and reason of the trip.
At this time, in the temporary camp, Barton was talking, both to boost morale and to assign tasks, and the mercenaries and companions gathered in a group seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming battle.
"Our mission this time is very heavy, but the risks are high and the rewards are high. Once successful, it will be equivalent to cutting off the escape route of the undead natural disaster. You will definitely be able to obtain the title of hero that you dream of. You will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Mercenaries are not volunteers. Talking to them about ideals and justice is just idle talk. Real interests are the most real thing when they are in front of you. But this alone is not enough. No one will do a mission that requires death no matter how high the reward is. If you want to make money, you still need to have more.
money spent.
But now, just looking at the surface, breaking into the undead lair is such a fatal mission. These mercenaries are willing to follow, partly because of the rich rewards that have been promised, and on the other hand, they believe that Old Barton, who is also a mercenary, is not like this.
Die foolishly.
"...According to what that person said, we don't need to fight the undead with real swords and guns. Our main opponents will be those metal cuties in the ruins, and our goal is to send my daughter to
A specific location in the ruins. So you don’t need to know what to do specifically, because you won’t understand even if I tell you, what you have to do is just what you are best at, use your sword to open a path!”
"Yes, as long as we find the link point, we can try to regain control of the Tower of Babel. Just bring me and this little girl there. I will take care of the rest."
Timiret added on the side that Roland originally wanted this great engineer to stay and help defend the city, but considering that the task here would probably be impossible to complete without Timiret, he finally let him follow here.
Coming.
"Don't worry, I won't be a burden."
While joking, Timiret even made a bodybuilding move, which was met with a burst of deliberately suppressed laughter.
Of course, no one took it seriously. They really thought that Timiret would be a liability. After all, he is an epic hero with a good reputation. Even the trust and reliance of others on his character and strength are obvious in that real body is terrifying and the human form is weird.
The indescribable Dracolich.
And it was his arrival that saved Barton a lot of effort. After all, a big man tried the risk himself, which at least proved that the road ahead was not a dead end, and his good reputation in the past also greatly inspired ordinary servants.
The morale of the soldiers even gave them the illusion that they were saving the world.
"Well, let me tell you, first of all, our goal is to get to the top of the Babel Tower. According to the special design of the Babel Tower, it is the deepest level. But even if there are not those high-level undead in the tower, those mechanical guards are very
It's terrible, but this is also our opportunity. I have a plan. First, we need to find a lone large mechanical guard..."
The plan is very old-fashioned. It is nothing more than taking advantage of the frontal battlefield to attract the opponent's attention. The team raids the opponent's vital points, but the tactical plan is not afraid of being old-fashioned and practical. As long as Roland can attract the opponent's attention frontally, it is best to send the undead
If the emperor calls for support, the loopholes in the enemy's lair behind will naturally become larger.
Moreover, with Timiret, an expert in the Sage Civilization, in the team, the difficulty of exploring the ruins of the Sage Civilization is greatly reduced.
When Timiret was explaining the plan to everyone, the peripheral vision of his eyes had been observing the bald man who was cautiously looking after his daughter. In addition to supporting this operation as an expert, his second mission was to give the bald man
Test scoring.
"Let me see if you are worthy of that person's attention. If you want to be the core of that person's new plan, you can't do it now. A commander who pays too much attention to personal relationships is completely unqualified... It's strange.
Why can he always find someone who is very capable and never misjudge the person? Is it possible that there are so many talented people in the world? Or is there really someone who can know it from birth, or is it true that he is a prophet with the ability to predict?
?”
Even when Roland took out those strange prophetic photos, Timiret did not believe in the so-called prophecies. After all, photos and portraits can be faked, and as a pure engineering researcher and former soul science expert, the more he studies
The more profound it becomes, the less he believes that there are still beings who can see through the future under the influence of many causal factors.
Thinking of the illusory destiny and prediction, even Timiret, who has experienced reincarnation and inheritance, is also very confused. However, the fact that a rookie becomes a heroic character by throwing one can be explained by his unique vision, but he was inexplicably given back then.
Without the full trust and undivided support of myself and Olivia, it is difficult to explain.
At that time, Roland was trying to do research for two rookie researchers, but they were frustrated when they couldn't produce results. Roland was always reassured, as if he felt that they would definitely succeed. But whether the researchers can produce results depends on their strength.
Partly, luck is more important. Compared with his usual cunningness, Roland's trust is really unreasonable.
"It's the same this time. Tell me directly that this person has the talent to be a commander and has the potential to become a super strong man. However, the other party was obviously an old mercenary who couldn't get ahead not long ago. He has also passed the growth stage long ago. It is completely incomprehensible.
I’m afraid there’s no way to explain it other than the ability to predict.”
Even though he was muttering in his heart, Timiret had no intention of putting it on the table for discussion. Although it is difficult to understand the prophet and the magic stick, and the existence of controlling destiny makes people feel weak in the heart, but he is always on the winning side.
It makes people feel reassured that the prophet is on his side, and the most important thing is...
"We don't follow him because he is a prophet or very promising. Even though I always felt that he was bluffing when he said that he could predict that the end of the world was just around the corner. This is what cultists do..."
Shaking his head, he left many thoughts behind. The wild words of the past have turned into reality, the doomsday prophecies of that day have turned into real threats, and the illusory ideals of that year have turned into work goals and tasks that are about to be completed.
Some of the people who came together on the common ideal have left, and some have died, but more and more are turning their ideals into reality step by step. Now that Roland has fulfilled his promise back then, what about these concealments?
What does it matter?
"...At least we will trust him and follow him all the way."
The decision that was engraved in my heart did not need to be spoken, and turned into an unreliable oath. Little Timmy back then is now a big shot that everyone looks up to, but he still hopes that he and his family can have a decent future, and now the entire Pan-North (
What the forces of Hades do is to make the world a little more decent and let mortals live a little better life.
At this time, someone whom Timiret regarded as a prophet was very distressed.
"After all, it's the goddess of creation. It's a perfect system gm. Can't we do it again with prophecies? The world's prophecies are now too far off, and the original things can't be used as a reference."
[This shows that you did a good job, but the second prophecy is impossible. In fact, my prophecy is just a deduction simulation. I borrow the authority of the Creator and use the rules of time and space to deduce what is going to happen. This kind of ability consumes a lot of money.
And it limits the conditions of use. It is absolutely impossible now. And you can infer from the principle that even if I was in my heyday, I still couldn't do it.】
As expected, she was rejected by the system. But when she thought about it carefully, there was no need for her to lie, and what she said was completely logical.
"But those who are good at appropriating can't appropriate themselves? Then, the limitation is that as long as you do something, the true prediction will be nonsense..."
I suddenly realized that I couldn't understand the illusory prophecies you told me, but I understood the prophecies as a kind of logical reasoning based on the existing reality, but that reasoning was blessed by the rules of time and space and was 100% correct.
Since prophecy is in principle just a deduction of the future, it is completely understandable that Cavins and I were not included in the strategy she gave me back then. She thought that the prophecy was made by the goddess of creation. And she saw the prophecy.
In an instant, the original predicted outcome had been changed.
Therefore, it can be logically inferred that a completely true prophecy is impossible from the beginning. As long as the prophecy is made and as long as someone sees it, the future will definitely change, because the prophecy cannot include the prophecy itself.
And since prophecy borrows the rules of time and space, like a computer simulation, then the system that makes the prophecy is the first variable, and I, who knows the prophecy and makes changes, becomes the second variable, and is changed by me.
The existence of new variables becomes a new variable. As variables accumulate one by one, the computing power required for deduction will skyrocket like geometric numbers, and the cost of making predictions will naturally skyrocket. This is also the reason why the system says that second prediction is absolutely impossible.
Then, this prophecy can only be used again every few thousand years, after all the people involved in the last prophecy have died, which is just useless.
"Tsk, this golden finger is a one-time use. It's gone now. It's really useless."
[Be satisfied, or do you think Cynthia on Cavins is better? That is indeed a Long Aotian-style plug-in, do you want to try it? 】
When I think about it, my parents will die, my brothers will die, my country will die, my women will die, and gods and Buddhas will be killed along the way. The more suffering and hatred, the faster my strength will improve. It’s really the treatment of an proud protagonist, but I personally think it’s still considered fair.
Come on, it doesn’t match my style of painting.
I shook my head and gave up my plan to find a guide to the system. In fact, I didn’t have high expectations at the beginning. After all, I didn’t rely on any prophet to get to this point.
But deep down in my heart, I breathed a sigh of relief secretly. This wasn't because I didn't trust the system, but because my ability to predict and fate made me uncomfortable instinctively.
Everything is already doomed, as if it negates the efforts of ordinary people, and the real version of super deduction is more realistic.
But at this time, it is not the time to think too much.
The second wave of spell casting was very successful. Even though there was no ice queen singing "letitgo!" and dancing at the same time, there was enough magic support, the preparation of the ice master, the help of the ice elves, and the help of an elf princess.
After careful design, a beautiful and dreamy ice castle soon appeared in the world.
The cold castle is a typical elf style, with gorgeous and extravagant decorations, but its main facilities seem to be used by giants, at least the super giant slingshots on the city wall, even though they are amazingly powerful, even the snow bombs used as supporting ammunition are useless.
Several people tall, it is obviously beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans.
Its area just happens to wrap up the expanded Starwood City. The city wall, which is the focus of the defense facilities, is more than seventy meters high. Except for the Titans, no other giants can even think of crossing it.
And even if I don't go crazy enough to add freezing energy to the city wall, this cold city is not friendly to ordinary people. The only thing to be thankful for is that it is probably summer and autumn now, and the temperature is not too terrible.
At this time, I also took off the fake beard that was used as a disguise. I had reached this point and there was no need to hide many things. However, facing the vague gaze from the south, it was obviously too rude to still cover my face.
"It's been a long time, how are you?" (To be continued)
