v2 Chapter 452： One after another (on)

Adam bluntly put forward his request. At this time, any vague expression may become an excuse for trouble in the future. Xinyati is the hub of the front line. Any piece of information in any place is important intelligence. Received endless blows from the mage, even if the opponent is a ninth-level immortal. Furthermore, the world of wizards is not a weak civilization, as long as you maintain the necessary politeness in the diplomatic process, you don't need to go too much to accommodate anyone.

As he said, the messenger reception area will be separated from Xinyati after layers of imprisonment. In this area, the Vientiane Tianzun and the upcoming plane messengers are allowed to transform according to their own ideas, but that's all, I want To get out of this area, you must get permission from the mage, and reaching out without authorization is equivalent to starting a war.

Naham said quietly: "Good job! I know you can handle it!"

Vientiane Tianzun was not surprised by this, and said kindly: "It's reasonable, I will comply."

Adam said: "Mage World wants to get a detailed map of the disaster zone, the distribution of monsters, and the location of the existing planes. I don't know what price it will cost?"

He did not ask, for example, how strong is the fairy civilization? How many levels are there? What kind of sensitive information is there under Zhenmoyuan, unless it is a fool, no one will arbitrarily say such important information, and Vientiane Tianzun has not consulted with the Master on similar matters.

Now the coordinates of the fairy civilization are exposed, but the wizard can’t get in, and the world coordinates of the wizard are still in the dark, but the fairy civilization can send envoys to the front line. In fact, they are almost the same. The rest is testing, showing strength, and analyzing and deducing. Find balance.

Maps and distribution of this kind of information are time-sensitive. Even if this time-sensitive is very long, 50,000 years is a long time. Vientiane Tianzun did not expect to exchange information from 50,000 years ago for anything important. , The mages paid only a few high-level seal scrolls.

It can be seen that she is very interested in the sealing technique under Laura's crown, but the knowledge of the true spirit level is not revealed by a few scrolls, so the mage happily exchanged with her.

Vientiane Tianzun didn't mean to care about everything. After taking out the map, he also attached the language information they knew to help the mage translate the broadcast into various languages.

Her thoughts are not necessarily well-intentioned, probably after seeing the strength of the wizard world just before coming, she has confidence in whether the wizard can resist the monsters, and maybe she also has the idea of ​​cleaning up the mess after losing. .

However, the mage doesn’t care if she has such an idea. The war is inevitable. The mage is good at fighting to feed the war. The plundered resources will be quickly converted into new supplies and sent back. Empty consumption is the most undesirable, especially It was in the presence of some profit-only wizards on the front line.

Legion 66 continued to draw, starting with Xinyati's coordinates, and letting the radiation range of the immortal civilization advance toward the plane of the proven location. Adam remained still and was responsible for adjusting the broadcast and waiting for the messengers from the other planes to arrive.

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The mages did not expect that the second visitor was not a messenger, but a whole race.

Two months later, a fleet of five huge flying ships appeared in the wizard's wide-area discovery magic circle, seventy light-years away from Xinyati.

"Finally someone came! I thought no one in the catastrophe zone would believe us."

"A bunch of idiots, I have been a war mage for so many years, and this is the first time I have received an aid mission. As long as they are obedient, the mage will never covet them on a plane of pollution that is so broken that they have no origin."

"It's also normal. The first races to come must be the poor guys who have been on the brink of destruction, and it should be vigilant."

The boring wizards in the Foreign Exchange Department suddenly became excited, and they gathered in front of the radar screen, wanting to see the true face of the messenger for the first time.

"This is... the fleet?" A mage hesitated to point to the screen, "This thing that leaks everywhere can actually fly?"

This was the common idea of ​​the masters present, and it was really surprising that it was the fleet that stopped at that time.

The surface shield of the airship is in vain, and even the most basic ability to neutralize the void radiation is about to fail. Every time the void storm blows, it will cause damage to the airship, which makes people worry about whether they will be blown away next time. There are countless breaches in the hull of each airship, and the disgusting mutant flesh and pollution energy covering the breaches, but at this time, they actually play a protective role. The mages can feel the inside of the airship. Existing creatures struggle with mutant flesh and blood, struggling to maintain balance.

Their engines are probably about to be damaged. They have to pause for a long time before each jump to continue their energy. The process of opening the gaps in space is even more difficult. The four spaceships tightly guard the center one, and it seems that they are almost hugging. The thought of seeing death enters the crack, and after driving out from the exit at the other end, the originally broken protective layer fluctuates violently, and it takes a long time to continue driving.

The distance they make each jump is pitiful. According to this degree, at a distance of 70 light years, they will have to walk for a long, long time.

The mages stared for a week, and finally couldn't help: "The two jumps in seven days, the total distance of advancement is less than two light years, and the second time is shorter than the first time. If they continue to arrive at Xinyati, this war It's all over."

"More than that, if the distance of the next jump is shorter, I am afraid they will soon be stagnant in the void, then they are dead."

"Notify Lord Adam, I think they need help."

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"Kasmodo, how far is it from Xinyati?" asked a majestic, but haggard, tired man in the central spaceship.

"Wang can’t calculate, the direction is right, but it’s too far. We have little energy left, and can support up to five transitions. If we haven’t arrived at Xinyati..." He didn't say the rest, but the ending is obvious. They will become floating corpses in the void.

The resource reserves have long been exhausted, and now the energy of the creatures is supporting the transition, but they have no channels for replenishment. If this continues, they will undoubtedly die, and they dare not get out of the spaceship or shoot for help. They are afraid to receive It was not Xinyati who had the message, but the terrifying demons.

Wang sighed: "Abandon the frigate, order the people of the tribe to enter the mothership, and concentrate all the power to make a long jump."

Kasmodo suddenly raised his head: "But, Wang, if it fails..."

"Let's give it one last try, Kasmodo, bring the people and the newborn to me."

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