Receiving the wrong message in a bad location is a terrible shock to anyone who is performing a dangerous mission.
What makes the team in this crack even more uneasy and panicked is the content of these messages themselves.
The leader of the Legal Committee stared at the secret ritual in front of him. As an elite professional spell caster and a competent member of the Legal Committee, he can be sure that there is nothing wrong with the secret ritual in front of him, all its parts, and the magic rituals inside it.
They were all operating in the most normal and regular way, and he could even feel every detail of the flow of magic and its operating principles.
However, he is now extremely hopeful that there is something wrong with the secret ritual itself.
Of course, such thoughts are just self-deception after all.
Huge troubles that are difficult to verify and solve in a short period of time have been placed directly in front of this team. When there is no abnormality in the magic arcana and there is a problem with the message feedback given in the camp above, they must make a choice.
Should we give up the exploration depth we have reached and return directly to the original route, or should we continue to go deeper according to the command that is obviously not right and report the detected situation?
The leader of the council came over. He looked at each other and the leader of the legal committee, and then said: "Since last night, that is, after we passed the fourth rest stop, the response from the camp has been like this."
Hearing what he said, the mage of the Law Committee immediately sighed, and then he stared at the other party and said: "I know what you are thinking, but our mission is indeed very important. Once we choose to give up now, it is very likely that
Our people missed important opportunities."
"No, I don't want to evacuate."
Contrary to the expectations of the members of the Legal Committee, the leader of the Council shook his head decisively.
He comes from the Kingdom of Votel, with a thin and angular face, and a cold light of rationality in his eyes. He explained to the people around him: "I don't think there will be any accidents in the camp. The Ymir Legion is stationed up there.
, Mr. Finn will never leave easily... In this world, there is no safer place than the camp."
As he spoke, his eyes moved to the face of the leader of the Legal Committee: "In other words, if there is really any force that can destroy the defensive force there before the camp warns us, then we can choose to evacuate
, it doesn’t make any sense anymore.”
The northern mage's eyebrows twitched slightly in surprise: "So your idea is to continue downward?"
The leader of the council was silent for two seconds, and then he said: "Some of them will evacuate and bring all the findings so far back to the camp, while the rest will continue downward."
He did not lower his voice, so everyone nearby heard the words.
The subtext is very clear - that is, some people in this team will get the opportunity to leave this dangerous abyss, and some people will continue to move down as death squads. The latter will shoulder more responsibilities, and at the same time they will definitely face more severe challenges.
The challenge is severe. Without the control of the camp above, their probability of survival will be further reduced, even approaching zero infinitely.
So, should we choose the unfathomable underground fissure?
Or choose a stable camp protected by elite legions and powerful spellcasters?
The answer is obvious.
Those who can come here as volunteers certainly have a firm mind and the determination to die. However, when the unknown threats and panic are further magnified, and the chance of successful survival comes again, they still have
Inevitably, a glimmer of hope ignited.
The leader of the council looked around, and then he said: "Our current work does not require so many people to complete. I suggest that the mages leave ten people, the soldiers leave twenty-five people, and the rest.
Part of the supplies and return immediately... As the team leader, I will stay."
The mage from the Law Committee standing opposite him was silent for two seconds, and then nodded, agreeing with this plan.
Soon, the volunteers under the abyss immediately became busy. Under the tough distribution of the team leaders, the younger members were separated from the team, and they left most of their supplies at the rest site.
Within, the soldiers of the Ymir Legion also completed the handover. They hugged their remaining companions heavily in the darkness and took over the legion emblems they took off their military uniforms - this is what they gave to Wo.
Proof of the dedication of Ter and the Ymir Legion.
At the same time, Master Walter, who was responsible for operating the secret ritual of communication, made a move with a cold sense of humor among the Walter people under the instruction of the team leaders - he used the secret ritual to make another move toward the camp above.
Tested.
But this time, he did not send any words of practical significance, but directly used Walter's slang to cordially greet the camp director.
After discovering that the messages sent back were still the same "received" and "continue", everyone sighed helplessly.
They sent away their companions and watched the clean lamps they carried with them move towards the top of the abyss. Then these warriors who voluntarily stayed in the dangerous situation also ended their rest and quickly packed up their equipment.
, allocated the excess supplies, and with great trepidation, embarked on a dark journey of exploration with no end or outcome.
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Before the war broke out, the number of people who had ridden the Magic Train was relatively limited.
However, with the continuous changes in the form of war and the accelerated laying of a large number of railway tracks during the war, this new type of transportation, which is extremely fast and has extremely superior transportation capabilities, finally burst into the eyes of ordinary people.
Although a considerable part of the steam trains currently only serve the military system, after the Plateau Nations Alliance successfully advanced the battle line towards the Goddess Plains, some of the railways originally laid in the Brown Hill Town area finally began to be opened to the general public.
, with the help of this powerful magical steam vehicle, people can quickly travel between some distant towns.
"It brings us closer!"
This is the emotion expressed by many ordinary people after taking this kind of transportation.
The sun was shining down, and they tried to enter the warm compartment through the train window, but they were cut into tiny spots of light by the high-speed vehicles.
The warm sunshine in cold winter always makes people feel a little lazy. On this train heading to the "Green Harbor" south of the rugged hilly land, a man wearing a hat was face to face with a young girl.
Sitting on the ground, the former is holding a latest newspaper in his hand, and the pen in his hand is constantly drawing on it, while the latter is reading slowly while holding a somewhat heavy book.
The content in the book is a bit difficult, at least for Sally, she has not been able to easily understand many of the terms and concepts in it.
Fortunately, she can now ask her teacher for advice at any time, and Meyer is also happy to answer those questions for this well-behaved and intelligent student. This young and innocent cute girl can be regarded as a typical example of the plateau and plain areas.
The epitome of civilians, some of her views and opinions can also inspire a lot for Meyer.
Meyer raised his eyes slightly, and he saw that Sally was frowning, and the expression on her face flashed slightly, so he raised his hand and gently pressed the book in her hand.
"If you can't calm down, you might as well take a rest, or we can chat for a while..."
"Good professor."
Sally sighed, then she clipped the bookmark into the page and put down the book. Then she stood up and poured a cup of hot tea for her teacher.
After sitting down again, she pressed the book and asked with a sad face: "Professor, is there still hope for Salem City?"
Hearing this question, Meyer smiled gently, put down the pen in his hand, and said: "Oh, that's the question... But what you want to ask about is Salem City, or are you trapped in Salem City?
Mr. Sugar Ernst?”
"Well……"
Sally's expression paused, and her body shrank slightly, but then she answered honestly: "Maybe it's both. I grew up in Salem City, and there are many people there.
I know everyone... and Mr. Sugar is a very, very important friend of mine, and I don’t want anything to happen to him.”
Meyer couldn't help laughing: "Just friends?"
Sally's expression became awkward: "Professor..."
Seeing this, Meyer stopped making fun of Sally. He shook his head and pushed the newspaper in his hand. Then he raised his finger and tapped the content on the page. "Okay, no more joking. You go first."
check it out."
Sally took the newspaper, and then she saw a huge magic photo.
In the photo, various people wearing various clothes are sitting around a huge round table, obviously they are holding an important meeting.
There was a pattern of the Eye of Mel in the center of the round table. Some of the people sitting around the table were wearing Legal Committee robes and some were wearing Council uniforms. On both sides of the round table, Sally also saw several people.
Two senior military officers from Votel and Deland.
"After multi-party agreement, the Salem City Emergency Committee was formally established."
"Salem City Emergency Committee?"
Sally's eyes shone slightly, and she quickly read the content below. Then she was pleasantly surprised to find that the Legal Committee, the Council, and the warring Votel and Delan had actually reached an agreement on the issue of Salem City.
In order to compromise, the so-called "Salem City Emergency Committee" was established to deal with the large number of survivors in Salem City and the growing threats.
The article is very brief, but the content it states is considered "heavy-weight". In addition, the news has appeared on the front page of the Bolden Daily News, and its authenticity is even more unquestionable.
Just when Sally was feeling excited about the news, Meyer's voice drifted over: "Looks like good news, right?"
"Like?"
Hearing this sentence, Sally was slightly startled. She immediately reacted and asked: "Professor, do you have any other opinions on this news?"
Meyer put his palm into the dancing light spots on the table. His body swayed slightly with the train carriage, but his voice was always steady: "Sally, I told you before, when we think about something,
When dealing with an incident, we must start from the 'cause' and finally settle on the 'purpose'... In other words, we not only need to pay attention to the specific progress of an incident, but also need to see clearly why the incident happened and what is being dealt with
What are the positions and thoughts of the people involved in these incidents?"
Seeing that Sally was listening attentively, Meyer continued: "The emergence of Xinhuo News has indeed promoted a lot of things, but the things we have done before are nothing more than uncovering a piece of information that no one is willing to talk about.
It’s just a wound. Fundamentally speaking, the people who participated in this meeting and formed the so-called emergency committee did not really want to completely solve the problems in Salem City. They were forced by the situation and had to respond as a last resort."
As he spoke, Meyer turned to look at the other passengers in the carriage. Some of these passengers were businessmen, some were workers and farmers, and of course there were also some well-dressed young nobles. Some of them looked worried, while others looked calm and relaxed.
Apparently the ongoing war is affecting them differently.
"Sally, did you see the people in the carriage?"
"I see it."
"So, how many people here do you think are aware of the Black Sun Society and the threat in Salem City?"
Sally looked around carefully, then she blinked and lowered her voice and said, "Very few people would realize it, right? Unless they have relatives or friends in Salem City or St. Steele..."
"Well, yes, that's exactly it."
Meyer nodded and replied: "Even until now, those politicians from various countries who decide many important matters still cannot clearly perceive the influence of the Black Sun Society. They will still ignore or deliberately ignore the dangers that are already close at hand.
Omen... Therefore, they are likely to make some inaccurate decisions based on their own starting point."
He pointed to the photo in the newspaper again: "Now, although they already want to solve the problems in Salem City, there are many ways to solve them. Salem City and its surrounding areas are really too important. This
It is destined not to be a pure rescue operation, but another round of new games mixed with complex interests. I am very worried that the people in charge of these matters will bring some unexpected 'surprises' to us and Salem City."
"I'm worried that they will choose to use the most brutal and thorough method to eliminate the threat in Salem City... Even if they don't do this, the survivors in Salem City will face extremely difficult situations after they successfully leave that hell.
Unfair and bad treatment...this is not what we want to see."
Sally pursed her lips: "So we..."
"So, we have to take some additional actions as well."
"Ah, just the two of us?"
Meyer couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Of course not, silly girl, when we get to Cuiqing Port, I will introduce many friends to you..."
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My sleep is finally normal, and it feels so good to have a normal routine...