When Farai thought about this, he felt more and more that the power of Ailandhir was really frightening. Even in the most powerful era, the elves could not lose only a few people in the face of thousands of demonic troops.
, just annihilate all opponents.
However, since he was here to help, he must have a helpful attitude. He pinched the belly of his unicorn with both feet, rushed out of the square first, and left a light word: "Call back to Alan Hill.
The commander, General Durando, told him there would be no casualties!"
If, facing these thousands of lingering demons, the elves suffer another casualty, then they will not be worthy of being looked up to by humans for thousands of years.
Farai, who was leading the way, was a more powerful magician than Ronsardele, and the unicorn under his crotch was also placed elsewhere, a high-level magical beast that could frighten countless people.
Several magic circles suddenly appeared around Farai, and advanced magic like energy pouring began to harvest the lives of the chaotic demon troops on the beach.
The demon general who has reached the end of his rope could not be an opponent of Farai even in his heyday. Now that he is like a lost dog, he is even less an enemy of Farai.
He had just barely managed to catch Farai's head-on blow when he was hit by the outpouring of magical energy that followed, screaming and turning into ashes.
Following Farai are also the great magisters of the elves. Although they are not as powerful as Farai, they are still more than enough to deal with a demon general.
Most of the magic energy of the remaining demon generals has been consumed by human artillery fire, and now they are no longer able to cope with the magic attacks they are familiar with.
They were exhausted under the powerful attacks of the elves, and finally fell on the corpses of their kind one after another, becoming the dead souls under the hooves of the unicorns.
The situation on the battlefield is really one-sided, and the remaining ordinary demon troops are certainly no match for the dwarf warriors.
The battle on the beach ended quickly, and everything became silent, leaving only the black water lapping at the piles of mutilated corpses on the beach.
…
"Teacher!" William pushed open the heavy iron door, carrying his briefcase and walking into the room where Frunzberg was held with a smile on his face.
Frunzberg, who had lost his freedom and could not even move, was lying on the bed, looking at the TV screen, and did not even speak.
In the news broadcast, some scenes of the Battle of Dukou City were played. The war reporters on the front line transmitted the battle situation back to the rear in almost real time.
"The Magic Eye broke out, hundreds of thousands of demon troops counterattacked, and they were won so easily..." I don't know whether he was sighing or asking a question, Frunzberg said in a slow tone.
He is now unable to express his emotions with facial expressions, so that even the tone of his speech is unclear.
It can be said that he has lost all the fun that a human being should have. He does not need to eat, nor can he enjoy any touch. He even loses the basic abilities of a man.
"There may be more news from my side. We have shot down the devil's floating city, and now there is a huge 'artificial island' outside the ferry city..." William smiled and mentioned a battle situation during the day.
At the Academy of Sciences, many researchers also stopped what they were doing. I heard that a lot of technical information on demons had been captured on the front line, and their Academy of Sciences wanted to send manpower to sort out the information from beginning to end.
At least, it is necessary to identify those demons whose research is backward and outdated, and make use of this aspect to carry out more targeted attacks on demons.
On the other hand, you must also master the devil's advanced technological research directions and strive to surpass the devil in these directions, or learn from the devil's advanced technological achievements to make up for your own shortcomings.
It can be predicted that in the next few dozen days, their Academy of Sciences will have a lot to do, and William, as the dean, will also be very busy.
"So strong... I shot down the demon's floating city and defeated hundreds of thousands or even millions of demon armies... I'm really strong." Frunzberg said this again.
He was actually smiling bitterly in his heart, laughing bitterly that he had betrayed such a powerful empire. He had never thought before that those demons whose numbers were so despairing could be defeated so completely and so naturally.
For him, such irony can no longer make him depressed. Because he has experienced too many things and lost too many things, and he has long been numb to these issues such as face.
"Teacher, you asked me to bring a notebook, and I brought it." William smiled and sat on the desk beside the bed, pulled out a slim laptop from his briefcase, flipped out the screen, and opened it.
switch.
"This is the latest laptop computer launched by Royal Technology Company. The market price is more than 300,000 gold coins, which is quite expensive. That is to say, I like electronic products and my salary is high, so I can afford it." Speaking of this laptop, William said
There is obviously joy in it.
This laptop is indeed very expensive, much more expensive than an ordinary brand of car. But it is indeed a great value for money, with powerful performance and beautiful appearance.
"..." Frunzberg turned his face and saw the "notebook" opened by William. He really wanted to scold the notebook he was talking about, but it was not this kind of notebook! In other words, this thing... what exactly is it?
What is it?
Frunzberg had never seen a laptop. When he defected from Ireland, Ireland's computer was still a top-secret project.
Like now, computers can be seen in many people's homes, and the Internet has entered thousands of homes in Ireland.
Back then, computers were as big as a house, and they still used huge ancient components like transistors and electron tubes.
But now, large-scale integrated circuits have become standard equipment. Human computer chips can be as small as a fingernail. Not only laptops, but now Allan Hill’s mobile phones are smart!
"Can this thing record what I want to tell you?" Frunzberg asked timidly, but his words had no tone, hoarse and full of mechanical feel, much worse than the god puppet.
In fact, both the Puppet Empire and the Eiland Hill Empire have long had the technology to allow puppets to speak with intonation. But the body of the God Puppet that Travish prepared for Frunzberg was an incomplete one.
Scrap products, that's why there are so many defects.
As for Alan Hill, after capturing Frunzberg, of course no one had the time to replace the body parts of a traitor's puppet, so Frunzberg has been disabled until now.
"Of course, it's very simple." William connected a small microphone to the audio input socket of the laptop and opened a software: "It can record and translate the recorded words into a standard format record, which is very convenient."
"Isn't there anything missing?" Frunzberg looked at the small microphone and asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, I will check again, teacher." William hit the Enter key and started recording and converting text.
"You are always so meticulous...William, you are a real scholar, much better than me." Frunzberg praised again, and his words appeared in the document, short sentences
The wording is exactly the same.
"It's already started, teacher." William pointed to the computer screen with some embarrassment, and reminded Frunzberg: "What you say now has been recorded in the document."
"Really? It's so convenient." Frunzberg muttered again before officially starting his story: "I came into contact with some puppet-making technologies in the Puppet Empire. There is actually nothing special about these technologies. Many of them are
Everyone knows the secret."
"However, I later heard about some forbidden magic techniques from some crazy scholars... For example, the Puppet Empire has been trying to eliminate the influence of the Magic Eye on low-level puppets!"
"They have received some inspiration from the God Puppet. Since injecting human spiritual power, or part of the mind, can offset the influence or control of the magic eye on the puppet, then they must use technology to find a way to give each puppet
Just instill spiritual power."
"This is impossible! Magicians themselves are a very scarce resource, and there are even fewer high-level magicians. There can't be too many god puppets..." William shook his head and said: "This is determined by the number of high-level magicians!"
"Yes, this is common sense!" Frunzberg agreed with William's words, but he then continued: "But the puppet empire has not given up! Their research on human spiritual power is full of sins, even worse than Alan Hill's.
The dark side is ten thousand times darker!"
"Countless corpses can always be piled up to create something that looks extremely beautiful." Frunzberg said to himself, completely ignoring the wonderful expression on William's face.
In fact, in William's position, of course he also knows a lot of Alan Hill's secret research, many of which are projects that normal people would be afraid of or even nauseated to the point of vomiting after hearing about them.
Including the prohibited development of soldiers' physical enhancement technology, the hybridization technology of Warcraft and human genes, etc.
"While my soul was being tortured, I accidentally realized something." Frunzberg said again: "What if the mortal soul or spiritual power can also be extracted? Guess what will happen?
matter?"
"This is impossible!" William looked at Frunzberg in horror, and said in surprise in a voice that was so nervous that his tone changed: "They will die! Their mental strength is not enough to support a complete puppet.
