At the same time (?), in a secret research room on the Dawn.
When Bediwell walked into the research room, the troll Virgil was playing with a translucent, electrically charged gray-black fiber material.
"Rare visitor, Captain Bedivere." Dr. Virgil seemed to be in a very good mood: "Before you say anything, let's take a look at this: your little leopard got me this new material called Luna Silicone.
Use this thing and mix it with my special memory alloy, and it will become this."
He placed a soft fiber less than the thickness of a pencil lead on both sides of the electrode and clamped it firmly, and suddenly energized it. The thin fiber suddenly contracted under the stimulation of the current and produced a huge traction force, and in an instant he lifted a dumbbell weighing ten kilograms next to it.
Got up.
"Awesome. You don't want to use this to make artificial muscles, do you?" Bediwell replied casually: "Another artificial human body part?"
"That's right. You really have extraordinary insight." Virgil Le: "This thing consumes a lot of electricity, but as long as it is given strong enough electrical energy, the artificial muscles made of this fiber can easily lift several objects."
An object weighing hundreds of tons. Apply this to a strong enough exoskeleton transmission system, and then put it on, everyone can become a strongman. If it is made into artificial human muscles, it will have this [Moon Strengthening]
"Muscles" androids will become more powerful than ever before and will never get tired. It's exciting to think about it, right? Of course, power supply is still a huge problem..."
"I believe you will be able to overcome it one day." Bedivere continued, complimenting politely.
"I hope so." Virgil raised his eyebrows: "Let's get down to business, why did you come to see me?"
"I just want to ask you a question." The werewolf young man found a stool nearby and sat down: "Do you know what [stress test] is?"
The troll's face darkened: "...where did you hear this word?"
"I have some knowledge." Bedivere thought it was too troublesome to explain, so he just said it. Besides, he promised Queeg not to tell anyone about the leopard's past.
"Okay. You will come to me specifically to ask this, proving that you know something, and that you know that this matter has something to do with the academy." Virgil grabbed a cup of coffee from the table.
The coffee cup was specially customized for him. It was nearly ten times larger than the cups used by ordinary people. However, he drank the coffee in the cup quickly: "Yes, that is indeed an inhumane thing that the academy used to do."
Experiment. The objects of implementation are naturally orcs. To put it simply, [stress test] is to torture, beat and humiliate the experimental subjects for a long time, destroying the body and mind of the experimental subjects and pushing them to the limit."
"Sure enough." The werewolf youth frowned: "What's the point of this?"
"I've only heard of it. I only know a rough idea. It was a research project a long time ago, and it was not the research I was responsible for." Virgil added another cup of coffee to himself: "It is said that doing so will stimulate some special phenomena."
Certain factors in the orcs' bodies allow their abilities to [awaken]."
The werewolf young man frowned: "Awakening?"
"Just like a dying creature realizes that death is coming and awakens its survival instinct. In short, they will awaken their unique abilities that other orcs do not have." Virgil replied: "And not all orcs have it.
It is said that those who can [awaken] this kind of [awakening] ability are those orcs who have special genes in their bodies and are called [sons of freedom]."
Bedivere recalled that both Queeg and Tugg had been ruthlessly abused by the so-called [stress test], and both seemed to have special abilities later. Queeg naturally had the ability to [distort]. Tugg's ability was not
It's very clear. It looks like it has some kind of [super self-healing] ability that can heal wounds quickly.
Elaine has also suffered [stress test] before. However, Elaine has too many abilities, and he doesn’t know which one is his real ability. Even Albert... was said to have accepted [pressure] when he was taken away before.
Test] (Albert said nothing about this matter), and then awakened the so-called [divine concealment] and [clone technique].
All of these are indeed connected, and none of them are accidental.
"[Sons of Liberty]?" Bedivere pondered: "So, what exactly is [Sons of Liberty]..."
"In short, he is the most special individual among the orcs." Virgil replied: "There are very vague records in the oldest documents of the academy. It can be traced back to the era of the dragon-slaying war almost thousands of years ago."
At that time, a genius scientist appeared... he seemed to be called the [Lion of Dawn] or something. Entrusted by the army, he reshaped the genes of the orcs and created more powerful orcs to fight against the dragons. His creation,
That is the so-called [Sons of Liberty].
However, [Lion of Dawn] also betrayed those people. The [Sons of Freedom] he created were not only stronger than ordinary orcs, he also buried [free will] in their bodies, removing the orcs' original [must absolutely obey the Creator]
command] characteristics.
The [Sons of Liberty] he created were powerful and dangerous because they were out of control. Naturally, this was not what the people in power at the time wanted to see.
After the incident was exposed, the army executed the [Lion of Dawn]. But the [Son of Freedom] he created had great value and had to be used in the [Dragon Slaying War], so it was retained as a last resort."
"Because of their usefulness, they survived. They gave birth to children, and their children and grandchildren continue to this day." Bediwell could almost guess the outcome: "But I don't think their population will be strictly controlled.
.There must be someone secretly controlling all this, right?"
"That's right." Virgil finished another cup of coffee: "The [Sons of Liberty] have been secretly controlled by an organization and strictly manage the population. They are usually arranged to live in the same village.
When people marry each other and have children, they are generally only allowed to have one child, unless the population of the village drops to an abnormal level."
Bediwell's ears twitched: "What if a family has an extra child, or gives birth to twins all at once?"
"One of the children may be taken away and taken to the research institute to be used as an experimental subject and undergo various [stress tests]." Virgil shook his head and said: "That is a very cruel thing. The child who was taken away
It is basically impossible to survive. Moreover, the body and mind will gradually weaken under various tortures, and he will die before reaching adulthood."
The werewolf youth clenched his fists. Many clues he knew were connected.
The enhanced orcs created by [Lion of Dawn], namely [Sons of Liberty], will awaken new abilities under extreme conditions, abilities that other orcs do not have. And a certain organization uses this to continuously attack [Sons of Liberty]
Conduct various [stress tests] and push them to their limits so that they can awaken new abilities. Once new abilities are awakened, these orcs will be captured and studied. Just like Queeg, they will be sent to a research institute to be sealed and studied.
His genes understand how those new abilities work. In short, this is a cycle that continuously harvests the new abilities awakened by the orcs.
God knows how much research data that organization has accumulated so far, and where these data have been used.
"So, all this is controlled by the college?" Bedivere asked again.
"Not necessarily. I think there may be an organization larger than the academy and with more far-reaching influence. Although I have no evidence." Dr. Virgil shook his head: "It's better not to delve too deeply into this matter, Captain Bedivere. I
Think that the organization with more far-reaching influence is run by [gods]. You don’t want to go against these [gods]. You have no chance of winning.”
——That is, the darkness that cannot be explored.
"Okay, then I won't ask too many questions." Bedivere raised his head and looked at Virgil seriously: "Last question: Do you think I am a [Son of Liberty]?"
Virgil quickly replied: "Maybe you are not."
"Why?"
"Because you are an obsessive-compulsive disorder," Virgil pointedly pointed out.
"ha?"
"Ordinary orcs who do not have [free will] in their bodies often have symptoms of obsessive-compulsive disorder. They seem to be always driven by some mysterious force, and must do something, but cannot do anything no matter what. Your actions are very predictable.
You are even more typical of them, Mr. Bedivere. You always want to help everyone around you uncontrollably and compulsively. That is a program written in your genes, an order you cannot simply disobey.
."
Bedivere was speechless.
"You may be less free than you think. You may... never really have freedom, Captain Bedivere." The troll said deeply.
"However, what is [real freedom]?" He asked himself philosophically.
Bediwell was silent for a long time, and then asked one more question: "So, what do you think you should do to have [freedom]? You are also a human originally, and the same programs and the same commands should be written in your genes. But you
Obviously you don’t care. Either because you don’t care about being free at all, or because...you have already found a way to make yourself free?"
"What a bold inference, Captain Bedivere." The troll sneered: "Do you really want to know, that kind of extremely risky method?"
"Yes, please enlighten me." The werewolf young man said persistently.
"for what?"
"In order not to become a slave who obeys the orders of the ancient gods and humans," Bedivere replied: "I have a hunch that they will come back one day. Am I right, Dr. Virgil?"
The troll narrowed his eyes and said quietly: "You know too much."
One day six years ago, at the bottom of a deep dungeon in Great Britain.
"Boy." A big Khajiit man walked to the specially made mithril alloy prison and said to the young Khajiit man inside through the railing: "The surveillance on you is over. From today on, you can follow me."
In the cage, the white tiger man, who was still very weak, raised his head and looked at each other.
He once became the God of Darkness and almost destroyed the entire world. His body was sealed with a strong seal. The sealing process was long and painful, but this was the only condition for people to keep him alive. If it weren't for his special status, people might have
Just kill him and it will be over. The reason for spending so much time and effort to seal the power in his body is because he is the orcs' [Sotnis].
Albert raised his head and looked at the sturdy tiger man in front of him.
"Why isn't dad here?" he asked.
"Do you want him to come?" the tiger man asked.
"No." Albert replied in a low voice: "It would be better if he didn't come."
"Castro, a hunter from the Warcraft Hunters Association." The tiger man said without emotion: "Follow me. Everything is arranged. From today on, you are a trainee Warcraft hunter."
The young tiger man smiled bitterly: "It seems I have no choice."