2189. Chapter 2189 The exploration of Shalan (twenty-seven)
Chapter 2189 Exploring Sha Lan (Twenty-Seven)
Trolls (Orcs), or monsters often called "ogres", are not actually demons, but are considered to be mutant giants with highly degraded genes. These green-skinned monsters are known for their tallness, gluttony, and gluttony.
, known for its greed and stupidity, and its ability to catch humans and other humanoids to eat, and is deeply hated by many races.
Even though the Beastroids in the Dawn Region admire power, they never pay attention to the trolls who are more powerful than them--because the trolls only have power, pure power, but
There is no intelligence that matches this power. In the world's understanding, it is not an exaggeration to say that trolls are synonymous with stupidity. These green-skinned monsters have no strong muscles, but they only know how to wield thick sticks to kill enemies, which is rough and brutal.
They just smash the opponent's head into pieces. Their fighting style almost always has nothing to do with the words "elegant" and "clever". It is pure mindless killing.
Therefore, when Palamedes saw that "Dr. Virgil" in front of him, the touted industry authority in the production of artificial human prostheses, turned out to be a stupid and brainless troll, the big cat was on his face.
His surprise could almost be revealed through the Silver Winged Stranger scarf that covered most of his face.
This guy is actually an industry authority on artificial human prosthetics? A troll? Is this really a joke?!
"Dr. Virgil's" pair of rough, ugly, wrinkled green skin, bulging muscles and vein-covered arms are currently clumsily poking at various control panels in the control room, indeed monitoring the third generation.
The operation of the artificial artificial farm. But the contact surface of his fingers is even larger than the buttons on the panel. When he pokes a button, he will actually accidentally poke several buttons next to it. Fortunately, there seems to be some kind of arrangement on the control panel.
Wrong function, the troll kept poking there, but it didn't cause the machinery in the factory to malfunction.
Or maybe his action of poking at the panel is meaningless at all. The panel may have been locked, and no matter how he pokes it, it won't affect the machinery in the factory?
"Huh..." The disdain came out as the Leopard Warrior groaned, because he couldn't help but laugh.
"I know what you are thinking, man." Di Geng heard the Blade Stranger's sneer and explained: "But my information will not be wrong. That person...that troll is Wei."
Dr. Gill, didn’t you receive any relevant information before coming here?”
"The rebels didn't say anything. They just wanted me to find Dr. Virgil." Palamedes said.
"Then, it's either because they don't know much about Dr. Virgil, or maybe they planned to hide it from you from the beginning." Di Geng continued: "Anyway, I brought you to Dr. Virgil as promised.
Now. What are you going to do next? Do you still plan to capture him alive?"
"Although I don't think capturing a troll will be of any use, I'd better capture it alive first." Paramedis hummed, carefully removed the cover of the vent, and jumped out.
Plop. When he landed, it was almost silent, and he was frighteningly light and agile. The only sounds were the slight sound of his dark silver robe being blown by the air, and the subtle and subtle sound of the pads of his feet colliding with the ground when he landed.
A low tapping sound.
Normally, even the orcs with sensitive hearing would find it difficult to hear such a slight sound, let alone the trolls who are not smart enough to use their ears. However, contrary to Palamedes' expectation, the sound was heard ten miles away.
The troll "Dr. Virgil" who was a few yards away could actually feel the noise, and turned back instantly, shouting in a thick and deep voice: "What's coming is finally here. Is it you, Kroger?"
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"Who...?" Palamedes looked confused.
The troll had completely turned his face around at this time. There was a pair of half-broken glasses hanging on his ugly green face. The glasses were not something suitable for the troll to wear in the first place. They looked more like they had come from some human hand.
He had deliberately modified the frames of his glasses so that they could barely fit in front of his eyes, relying on the two myopic lenses that were no longer effective to cover his bloodshot eyes.
The troll's eyes are actually not as big as their heads, but are inexplicably smaller. Despite this, the troll's eyes are still much larger than those small eyes, and the lenses can only barely block the front of his eyes.
Within a small circle, even if he moves his eyeballs even a little bit, the glasses will have no effect and may even block his sight.
Trolls' eyesight is said to be very poor. But Palamedes has never seen a troll wearing glasses. Logically speaking, these stupid Hulks don't care about whether they can see clearly.
Things--anything they don't like, they will smash it with a big stick--it makes no difference whether they can see it or not.
"Aren't you the person sent by the Egyptian intelligence organization to assassinate me? A killer called Krog, right? I'm here now. I can't run or hide. Why are you pretending? Just kill me if you want to.
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"Huh???" Palamedes was even more confused.
"It seems that Dr. Virgil also has a lot of misunderstandings." Before the Blade Stranger could understand what was going on, railway agent Di Geng jumped down from the vent and explained.
Bo: "This famous Silver-Winged Stranger is not here to kill you. He is just ordered to take you away, to the resistance forces in Egypt, I think?"
"Resistance? That group of lunatics trying to make a revolution?" Dr. Virgil shrugged disdainfully: "How stupid. Who has the time to play house with those lunatics? If I refuse to go along?"
"Then I can only knock you unconscious and take you away by force." Paramedis said without emotion: "Speaking of which, are you really Dr. Virgil? I have never thought about the industry of artificial human prosthesis production.
The authority turns out to be...well..."
"Is it a troll? Yes." Palamedes did not say anything out of politeness, and Virgil completed it on his own: "I know what you are thinking. You think trolls are stupid and clumsy and cannot be so tall.
I don’t have enough intelligence to study artificial humans, right? But I want to tell you, I was originally a human being, and my body was originally a normal human body. It was just something unexpected happened during the period that turned it into what it is now."
"Can a human become a troll?" Palamedes couldn't help but feel incredible.
"Using a special virus to change the structure of genetic factors, yes, of course." Virgil groaned: "The academy is using this thing to threaten me to work for them. If I don't do it, I will never be able to turn back into a human being."
.So tell me, Mr. Actor, why do you think that I will betray the academy and go with your resistance forces, forever giving up the chance to turn back into a human? The forced transformation virus is still eroding my body, and I don’t have much time left.
Rather than follow you and live in the ugly shape of a troll forever, I might as well kill myself here with the poison I prepared. Do you think it was you who knocked me out faster, or that I put the drama hidden in my teeth?
It’s faster to bite the poison capsule?”
"Uh." The big cat snorted. This matter completely exceeded his expectations.
"What to do?" Di Geng saw that the matter was deadlocked and there was no progress, so he asked the Blade Stranger: "Don't care if he directly destroys the factory? Kill him to prevent him from raising the alarm?"
"No matter what choice I make, I can't achieve my original goal." Palamedes groaned: "There must be other ways to solve this matter, right?"
"So, would you like to confirm one thing first?" The Leopard Warrior turned to the troll and asked: "Dr. Virgil, you said it was the academy that turned you like this and forced you to work for them. In other words, you also
Hate college?"
"Hateful to the bone." Hulk clenched his fists: "I wish all those science geeks would die. But if they die, I can't change back to human form. If I don't listen to them, I can't change back to human form."
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"What if I said that I would find a way to help you find an antidote to transform back into human form?" Big Cat asked again: "If you can provide enough information and let me enter the academy, maybe I can help you get the antidote."
Woolen cloth?"
"Impossible. The location of the academy's headquarters has been top secret since a long time ago. Even I don't know their specific location and can't get in. It is said that they use special portals for point-to-point transmission, and there is only this one in the world.
Method to enter and exit the college headquarters."
"It's hard to say." Di Geng, who was standing by, snickered.
"What?"
"Point-to-point transmission...it means opening the entrance of the teleportation gate at one end and opening the exit of the teleportation gate at the other end. It's just such a simple transmission mechanism. The entrances and exits of [doors] must be connected using some kind of communication protocol.
, and as long as there is a communication protocol, there is a way to crack it. As long as the communication protocol is cracked, we can make another entrance here, which is enough to invade the [backdoor] of the portal exit over there."
"It's easy to say. But you can never know the channel and wavelength of the communication protocol------"
"What if I told you we already knew that?"
"You...there is no way...!" Dr. Virgil looked at the mysterious bald man in sunglasses in front of him: "Who are you? What kind of organization are you, and how did you do it?!"
"This will be kept secret for now." Di Geng said with a smile, "So, Dr. Virgil, you currently have two choices, these are the only two.
First, don’t make trouble and come with us, and then our Mr. Blade Stranger will help you enter the academy and find the antidote as promised, and everyone will be happy;
Second, you continue to stay in this factory and work for the college, and try to see if they will be kind enough to give you the antidote------I think it is unlikely. They just want to use you to collect
Research data. When the production line of the third-generation artificial human beings is stabilized, research data collection is sufficient, and you are no longer needed, do you think they will still keep you alive?"
It has to be said that Dicken's proposal was very convincing, and it just touched the real fear in Virgil's heart. Perhaps the troll himself had thought that it would be like this, that the academy was just using him, and when the academy no longer needed him
When the time came, he would never have a chance to survive.
Instead of desperately holding on to the last moment and betting on something that is almost impossible to achieve, why not put all your hopes on this group of strangers with unknown origins? After all, they can sneak into this part of the factory silently.
Planting a field proves that they are indeed capable.
"Deal." The troll said without emotion: "I will go with you. I will provide you with the information you want to the best of my knowledge. But you must help me find the antidote to turn back into a human as promised."
alright."
"Of course." Palamedes replied without emotion. (To be continued)