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Morrill leaned against the cold metal parapet and looked at the strangely large construction tower. The whole tower gives people a rough feeling, and Yatu is somewhat similar, the winding hanging ladders and various protrusions on the outer wall seem to be unfinished no matter how you look at them, but those strange saucer-shaped silver plates are very smooth, and the morning sun seems to be condensed into flowing white points of light, which makes people dare not look directly.

The tower...... Although Yatu didn't explicitly order Morrill to stay in the hotel yesterday to reflect, but the three guys who were thieves all honestly didn't run around, so Morriel didn't fully understand and observe the time of the new tower, and in fact, she hasn't particularly valued Argus's magic construction technology, in her opinion, those strange construction machines are just a little useful magic props at best, as a mage, the most fundamental and important thing is always her own mind and spell book- Therefore, in addition to the spapier with petrification effect attached to it, Moriel did not use too much to build weapons to improve her strength, and for her, the treasures in the Great Library of Watan City were more worthy of study.

"Hmph, you can't do such a small thing!" Yatu also glanced around, and it seemed that he was not particularly satisfied with the completion of the construction tower.

The swirling light in the arch at the top of the tower flickered briefly, and a high-ranking mage stepped out and bowed respectfully to Yatu.

Morrill hadn't seen him in the group, so he probably had arrived in Welker yesterday.

"It's all ready, Lord Figure. ”

Yatu snorted impatiently, "Well, got it!

He then turned and walked inside the door, suddenly looking back at Moriel.

"Little girl, do you want to come and see it?"

Morrill froze for a moment, then nodded and followed Yatu into the arch.

"I'm going too!" Dagula clapped her hands excitedly, following Moriel.

O'Sullivan hesitated, and as soon as the corners of Dagulas's clothes disappeared into the whirlpool, the arch quietly sank to the floor, leaving no trace. The Count looked at it with a face sinking like water.

Core control zhì room.

It's also strange to say, as soon as I go to the inside of the construction tower, it seems that the space has increased a lot out of thin air - I went down here around the spiral and coiled staircase, the four walls are like mirrors, and there are all kinds of magic runes that I don't know how to use on them, faintly flickering, and the light and shadow in the room are floating, and there is no feeling of depression at all.

Yatu walked to the center of the control room. With his gesture, a book-sized square stone pillar slowly rose from the ground until it approached Yatu's chest.

Moriel and Dagulas stood on Yatu's side, and Dagulas watched Yatu's every move with interest, like a child watching adults play tricks. Moriel was a little puzzled, and couldn't guess what kind of medicine was sold in Yatu's gourd. What can be done here, she has also participated in the construction of the tower a few times, at least the Northern Theater Command was built under her supervision, although this tower does not seem to be completed, but the rest is nothing more than adding some armored weapons or something...... It's not like an ordinary tower control room, but it's more like a magic array.

Before Morrill could fully grasp that vague thought, Yatu had already begun.

He pressed one hand on the control platform, muttering in his mouth. Every mage is different when they cast spells with the help of magic nets, and even basic spells like magic missiles that everyone knows are actually subtle differences when they are cast - so even for a mage who really has a deep understanding of spells, it is quite difficult to identify and even counter other people's spells.

At this moment, Morriel was carefully discerning the spells cast by Yatu.

It stands to reason that for a magic master of Yatu's level, with his mastery of the magic net, he only needs a few syllables to cast ordinary spells, and he can even do not need casting materials, but at this moment his spells are long and complicated, and the speed is very fast, turning over and over without rules, completely deviating from the usual grammar rules, even if Moriel listens attentively, he can only roughly hear about one-third of the spells, and even fewer can figure out the meaning.

Strangely, it seems to be some kind of summoning spell...... Or is it a ...... that opens a plane passage Morriel was thinking about it when Yatu's spell began to take effect.

A faint blue light appeared in front of Yatu, floating above the control platform.

The light was not dazzling, but showed a slight coolness, as the runes on the wall flowed one after another and threw into it, the point of light became larger and larger, gradually forming a small blue thundercloud - Morriel could see that it was actually a group of light composed of countless small pieces of electric fire, they jumped irregularly, as if they were tightly bound together by some invisible force field, and they did not know how many tiny explosions would occur every moment under the impact of each other, and at the same time more electric light was born......

Morrill only focused on the lightning for a moment, and then felt a little dizzy. She closed her eyes, but she still felt countless dots pulsating in front of her.

But she could be sure that the light cluster was never made by Yatu. After a moment's pause, Morrill reopened her eyes, she didn't want to miss what was in front of her—perhaps this was the true secret of Argus's crafting technique.

Yatu's spells have reached the final stage. He was now holding his hands in a gloomy ball of light, and his face was solemn, as if he was holding a time bomb, for fear that he would fall short.

As Yatu's last few spells echoed through the room, the blue light group jumped up and down slightly, and suddenly split out an extremely thin pillar of light, which landed straight on the control platform.

The entire control room was shocked. Both Morriel and Dagulas felt numb under their feet, as if they had been struck by a ray of lightning. The electric fire spread down from the control platform, spreading out in all directions, and even O'Sullivan, who was still hovering at the top of the tower, was shocked - the electric fire was fleeting, and the light above the control platform also disappeared, as if the energy eruption that had penetrated the entire construction tower just now was just an illusion.

With a tired wave of his hand, Yatu turned the wall clear, having lost its runes. The sun shone in unhindered, as if the huge tower had no idea at all—the blue sky, the spires of the houses in Welkertown, the breezy flowers and plants on the plains of Tanoli.

"Where's the little ghost of O'Sullivan? ”

The three senior personnel stayed in the control room, waiting for Yatu's orders.

Yatu paced back and forth a few steps, his gaze sweeping over the three of them.

"I've thought about it. He stroked his beard indiscriminately: "Instead of waiting for the rabbit, it is better to take the initiative." ”

"Since the enemy is so harassing in order to relieve the pressure of our attack on the Night Elves in the forest-" Yatu slapped his hands hard, "I must admit, these goddamn bastards did a good job! It took too much of our energy! And given the combat effectiveness they showed the night before, I realized that the cat-and-mouse search would not be very effective, and the losses would be great! I don't believe that my lair is beaten, and they can still watch the excitement on the sidelines, and I can't play hide and seek?"

Why can't it be...... Morrill came back to his senses from his fumbling with the tower and rolled his eyes secretly, unable to admit that Forty-Seven would be such a righteous and righteous fellow.

O'Sullivan also quietly figured out what Yatu meant. Attack the forest? What are you doing with the headquarters next to the town of Welker? It's at least hundreds of miles from the edge of the forest!

A gap has opened in the beautiful scenery of the Tanoli Plains.

"The combatants are all in the tower and ready to go, Lord Yatu. "It's still the same mage, it seems that Yatu uses him very much.

"Let's go, then!"

"Go?"

Morrill vaguely understood what Yatu had just done. That is the key to the activation of the construction machine from a pile of broken copper and iron! Morriel knows that in the usual sense, golems and other structures are brought to life by the person who created it, which generally requires a complex magical activation ceremony, capturing the unwilling elemental soul and forcibly injecting it into the object, and even sharing the life force of the creator itself with it. It was clear that the Flame Cluster that Yatu had summoned just now had this effect, but Morriel had never seen this kind of energy, and he had never heard that it didn't take a living, powerful soul to breathe life into such a huge structure!

Dagulas was smiling like a flower.

Suddenly, the tower shook slightly. The scenery reflected around the control zhì room has changed slightly, and the view of the town of Virk that can be overlooked has begun to expand farther and wider, as if the entire control zhì room is gradually rising.

Hunt heard a loud boom - and the flask that Sayes had smashed on his head.

"Sleep, sleep, look what's going on outside!" Sayers shouted with energy as he lay on his hospital bed, and it was hard to imagine that he was a seriously wounded man with a broken leg, four ribs, a dislocated wrist, a misaligned lumbar vertebrae, and a crack in his head.

"Can't you let people sleep for a while...... I've been working all night......" Hunter rubbed his eyes and complained, only to be met with another slap from Sayers: "Go!"

When Hunter walked outside the barracks in a daze, he found that there were already quite a few people standing outside looking in one direction. He looked at the group with sleepy eyes—and then he fell asleep.

Yesterday he was involved in the construction of the construction tower is rising. The ground that carried the tower made a dull sound and continued to rise, forming a small hill that was getting higher and higher. Nearby, the current of the Tanori River formed a large whirlpool, as if a bottomless pit had appeared below.

The foundations of the tower are slowly but unhinderingly being rebuilt. The huge base that sits on the hill did not slide due to the change of terrain, but countless fine and neat cracks scattered, but instead of breaking into small pieces of metal, they staggered and expanded into a large number of metal claws of different lengths and thicknesses that pierced into the soil, like the rhizomes of a large tree, and controlled the condensation and change of the land below the tower.

Eventually, the six Giant Feet of Dirt finally took shape. Mud, sand, stone, and all sorts of impurities in the soil form a huge pseudopod, and the metal parts of the tower protrude into the earth like jewels buried in them, reflecting the sunlight.

The giant foot rises and falls, carrying the tower away from the town of Welker. The earth shook at the feet of the behemoth, as if there had been an earthquake. Many of the houses adjacent to the tower cracked and even collapsed, and people fled in horror to witness the water of the Tanori River pouring into the large crater created by the tower, forming a small lake.

"What a miracle...... "Hunter muttered to himself, staring blankly.

Inside, the scenery of the four fields vibrated slightly in front of Moriel's eyes and retreated. The six spider-legged dirt feet stretched and bent in a clumsy manner, but each step was actually hundreds of feet away, leaving footprints almost the size of the Royal Fountain of Argus.

"At this rate, we'll be at the edge of the forest when it's dark. The mage reported to Yatu, who was standing in front of the platform.

"It's dark?" Yatu looked up and thought for a moment, "Almost, enough." ”

The edge of the sleepy forest has regained some green.

As the setting sun paints the forest with a golden edge, Joelis, the acting warrior leader, sits on the shoulders of the treeman Hunn, looking at the traumatized land.

"The forest does not die...... Hunn sat on a large rock, his huge body fifty or sixty feet tall was covered with branches and leaves, and a branch sticking out of his forehead had a few sweet fruits: "No matter what kind of injury he receives, he will be born again." ”

It took him a lot of effort to say this, and the interval between words was amazing.

Joelis didn't answer, instead staring at a small tree rooted in a faintly dark red scorched ash. Will it absorb our blood and souls, and eventually rise to the sky?" she thought with some sadness.

With the help of the Treants, the Night Elves held the line of defense, and the Treants brought a large number of saplings and seeds to replant the forest on the land burned by Argus - and it was already bearing fruit.

But it's thanks to ...... Joelis shook his head, pushing the figure of Filgas out of his mind.

After a brief meeting with Forty-Seven, Grand Elder Uther forbade the elves to mention him and the demonized elves. Joelis knew that he was afraid of angering the Treants, who would never tolerate such a grossly distorted creation of nature, and if they knew, they would not even be able to get away with the originator, Archpriest Ildris.

The Argus hadn't launched any decent attacks for some days. And since their flying machines were knocked down a few times by the treants, even reconnaissance operations have been rare.

Are they busy encircling and suppressing them? Joyce was sometimes a little worried, but he had to keep it deep in his heart.

Hunn the Treant's body shook and nearly knocked Joelis to the ground. She held on to the branch on Hunn's body, and before she could figure out what was going on, Hun was already on her feet.

"Enemy ......," he said, squirming as he squirmed his mouth made of countless branches and bark.

Enemies?Joelis's face changed, and she also felt a slight tremor at this time, which was not caused by Hunn, but the vibration in the earth that led to his body, which Joelis noticed.

Night falls. On the distant horizon, a tower-shaped object was revealed, growing larger and larger.

"Huh! Yatu looked at the thing between the big tree and the human form in the closed field of vision, and snorted disdainfully, "You think you can stop us?

Moriel, Dagulas, and a few other high-ranking mages formed a half-circle, each with a stone pillar in front of them, and their main job along the way was to manipulate the silver plates and absorb sunlight to recharge the construction towers - O'Sullivan was gone, because he really didn't have much to do here.

Yatu has words.

A white light flashed from the dark cyan tower. White light swirled around the tower, converging on the huge needle at the top of the tower.

Joelis watched as the spires in the distance burst out with an incandescent glow brighter than the sun.

"Go down!" was the fastest sentence Hunn had ever uttered in his life. As soon as he shook his shoulder, Joelis was thrown out of the way—

The white light tore through the sky, as if a huge lightning bolt had struck Hunn.

There was no explosion, and Hunn was instantly ignited by an indescribable heat. He frantically waved his arms, blazing, inside out. With the fire and smoke rushing into the sky, he rushed towards the great tower in the distance—the fire grew larger and larger as Hunn ran, and at last he staggered a few steps, and then collapsed into a great fire.

Joelis did not have time to mourn. She defret herself on the ground and rose to her feet, a terrible whistle sounding from her mouth - Argus has attacked!