Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Adjutant Myron's back was soaked with sweat.

The horn just blown is a communication call in the highest emergency state, which means the life and death of the entire ship. Whether the captain or Sir Taizer, as long as they hear it, they will definitely respond.

And he didn't get a response for a long time.

That pretty much just says one thing...

"The sound of the Cangmu horn can penetrate the boulders and oscillate into the thick soil. Even if the team has gone deep into the ground, they will definitely hear it, but they still haven't responded..."

He murmured: "There are only two possibilities. First, you have fallen into a hard battle, and you can't even spare your hands to sound the horn, and second...the entire army is wiped out."

The faces of the elves present changed suddenly.

They saw the burning camp and broken corpses on the beach, the enemy launched a despicable raid, and what was even more terrifying was that the several assault boats moored at the temporary command post also disappeared, any elves with normal IQ can infer the other The purpose...they're going to raid the Wing of Wayne.

And now is when the Wings of Wayne's defenses are at their weakest.

Almost all the elite troops were transferred to the island by the captain to hunt down the Goethes, and also to find the so-called fragments of the holy artifact. At this moment, only half of the ballista sailors were left on the Wing of Wayne. There are also dozens of spellcasters that are completely useless.

If it is really succeeded by the despicable Goethes, then the worst situation will happen, the ship will be seized by the Goethes, and they will lose control of the sea, and they will be completely reduced to meat on the chopping block.

Totally worst-case scenario, unprecedented disadvantage.

If a capital ship is really captured by the mere Gothic people, even if it is only a third-tier capital ship, it will be an unprecedented shame for the Royal Navy. Standing in the Army of the Moon...

Adjutant Myron's hands were shaking.

This kind of big event is definitely not something that his little Marine Corps adjutant can handle, but His Excellency the Captain and Ser Taizer entered this terrible rift at the same time, and did not respond to his call.

How could this be?

He was at a loss, and felt a hint of irony. The elves are good at planning. As an adjutant, he could also see that the captain and the captain decided to enter this rift at the same time for the sake of competing for merit. Who knew such a thing would happen, the two The top commander of the fleet was actually caught in it at the same time.

So much so that there is no elves to make up their minds now.

It's so ironic.

Looking back now, the captain despised the Goethes too much. It was out of conceit that he brought so many people to the island. He felt that the Goethes were just undead under the sword who were hiding and waiting for death. The greed he discovered drove him to take more aggressive risks, even going deep into danger himself.

Who will taste the bitter fruit brewed now?

Adjutant Myron was sweating profusely, dazed and flustered in his heart.

All the elven soldiers who came to report were watching him.

He was already the elf with the highest military rank present.

That is to say, according to the Royal Navy's military code of conduct, when a higher-ranking officer cannot be contacted, he has automatically obtained the command of the battlefield.

Everyone was waiting for him to make up his mind.

Adjutant Myron felt that time passed so slowly.

Every second of thinking is infinitely prolonged.

This is not an easy choice... It is about the honor and life and death of the whole ship's elves. The commander is responsible for every order he makes, and he now understands this.

He closed his eyes, calmed down for a few seconds, and then opened it: "Evacuate all."

A trainee officer lost his voice: "Where are you going?"

Adjutant Myron's eyes were like electricity: "Go to support the Wing of Wayne!"

Another elf said, "What about the Captain and Ser Taizer!?"

"I have already said that there is no response from Canggi Horn, there are only two possibilities, the bad possibility and the worse possibility! The team led by the Captain and Sir Taizer is the most elite marine force on the ship, and it is possible to make such a situation possible. If our army is in a hard fight or even wiped out, what can we do? To die?"

Sir Myron said coldly: "There is no best of both worlds right now, not even good choices, only bad choices and not-so-bad choices!"

"Now go to the rift to rescue, the enemy is unknown, the risk is unknown, if we are also caught in it, then the Wing of Wayne will be completely finished! Step back 10,000 steps, if we successfully rescue the captain and the others, then during this period , what if the Wings of Wayne were captured by the Goths? We're done too!"

"So we can only do the less bad option."

He exhaled slowly.

Adjutant Myron does not have the prestige of Ser Taizer and the captain. Even if he has the highest command at this moment, he has to find a way to persuade these elves in exchange for their full cooperation.

He said softly: "It can only be like this, in this rift, we don't know what kind of enemy we will face, but if we go to rescue the Wayne Wing, then our enemy is definitely the Goethe we know. ."

"Although the defenses of the Wing of Wayne are empty, it is relatively speaking. The remaining half of the ballista crew also have a certain combat effectiveness. Even though the casters cannot cast spells, they also have a certain fighting ability. Under the circumstance of being completely suppressed, they at least still have the physique of elves."

"Now it's a situation of pure physical strength, and the elves will not lose to the Goethes."

"There is still Master Lacles on the boat, and there are also navigators and first mates. Even if they encounter a surprise attack from the Goethes, they will not be in a mess. They will definitely command a counterattack and wait for rescue."

"Besides, the internal structure of the Wing of Wayne is complicated. The Gothic people have never boarded the ship, and the terrain is unfamiliar. Our crew relies on favorable terrain to defend and block, and will never be defeated immediately."

"Maybe they are now waiting for our rescue."

"We can only make such a choice... The ship is more important." Sir Myron said solemnly, "I believe that even if Your Excellency the Captain and Sir Taizer are on my side, they will definitely make such a choice, I know this It's hard to make choices, but sometimes we have to take responsibility."

"I now order you in the name of the temporary supreme commander to follow me back."

He looked at the elves: "Who still has problems?"

Another midshipman asked: "But we don't have a boat..."

"Put a raft, use driftwood, and use potions to maintain physical strength. Although it is very tiring, the Goethes must be very tired after fighting for a long time on board. This is not a reason to hinder the Royal Navy."

Adjutant Myron said, "Let's go."

Wings of Wayne, chaotic battle.

As expected of a royal battleship, all the crew members are pure-blooded elves. They are extremely loyal and well-trained. When they encounter a surprise attack, they also spontaneously form a defensive force.

It's just that this defense seems to be fighting each other, and it is completely a mass of loose sand.

The elf's frantic shouts continued to be heard faintly.

Due to the power projection of elves on the mainland and the influence of the country, the outstanding people in the upper class of human beings basically have eight levels of Elvish language per capita. Well-known theaters are proud of performing Elvish dramas, and even communication between nobles sometimes uses Elvish language, and knights as One of Goethe's ten outstanding young people naturally understands this.

He turned to look at Kant: "They're saying, where is Master Lacles, where is the first mate, and so on, the senior officers on the ship don't seem to be there."

The parrot flapped its wings proudly and shouted, "How's your work, daddy?"

"..." the knight asked, "I don't know Aurora, what is it saying?"

Kant thought for a while, and said sincerely: "It said that these people were killed by it, remember to leave all the spoils to it, otherwise it will get angry."

The knight didn't care about the trophies, he was shocked, but...

He glanced at the kangaroo with its legs raised and bowed, and at the orangutan who was wielding a heavy steel rod and swept away arrows and arrows, and then he was not surprised.

...What is the origin of these animals?

"The good news is that I don't seem to have to worry about your personal safety."

The knight said: "The enemy cannot form an organized resistance, and they are all fighting on their own. They seem to have good strength, but they lack tactical adaptability. I will cooperate with the captain to carry out tactical attacks. As for Kant, you..."

Kant blinked his shining eyes: "I'll always stay in a safe place!"

...so unconvincing.

The knight thought for a while: "You still act with me..."

Kant shouted: "Don't! It's dangerous! People are afraid!"

Cleveland felt a chill, this kind of coquettish way, even his sister, did not use it after the age of fourteen... Is this the childlike interest of the Aurora people?

"Okay, don't worry about me, the battle situation is changing rapidly, do you want to waste your time with me, or save another comrade who is about to die?" Kant said, "Do you think I need your protection?"

Of course not.

This is the most important reason for Cleveland's hesitation.

Because Kant never shot from the beginning to the end, and his several animal companions broke out with amazing fighting power. The kangaroo stood on the open deck, and with only one bow, the elves of the whole ship did not dare to rise in this area. , and the orangutan who grabbed a large piece of ship board as a shield blocked all the cold arrows.

Clearly Kant does not need his own protection.

He looks even tougher than the druids who make animals fight...

So the knight hesitated for a while, and then made a decision: "Then I'll go! You must protect yourself, unless you have to, don't take the initiative to fight, remember..."

"Okay, so long-winded!"

Kant took out a few cans of Molotov cocktails and the like from his backpack and threw them to the knight: "Use it, pay attention to safety!"

After sending this long-winded guy away, Kant looked at the parrot.

The parrot flew up excitedly, and said, "Master, please!"

Kangaroo took the lead, Aang was in charge of the rear of the hall, and guarded Kant in the center. The long and narrow aisle, with cabins on both sides, may hide malicious enemies, but this narrow space is no longer the home of elves.

Kant and his party moved forward quickly. Wolverine and pigeons and these small animals were guarding him. After passing a certain cabin, an animal rushed in. After a scream, it quickly ran out to keep up with the team, leaving only a **** animal. The elf corpse is inside, or a few.

Even the most profound hiders cannot escape the eyes and ears of animals.

Kant said: "Listen to what kind of magister is on this ship, the most powerful spellcaster, he must have a lot of good things! Let's go there first!"

It's not because of greed, the main reason is that there are still many elves left on the island, and the battle is not completely over. Furthermore, the problem of the black beast has not been solved. To be prudent, he will find the fastest speed to increase his strength. Stuff... Being a magician of a spellcaster must have great benefits.

The parrot shouted, "Bullshit! Bullshit!"

They zip through the complex interior of the ship.

The terrain is very complicated, at least Kant is a little dizzy, but the parrots lead the way as fast as they are scattered in the garden. When encountering elves on the road, or encountering enemies at the corner, the kangaroo will shoot a few arrows, and the rest will be other The evil animal makes up for the knife, and the wind blows the clouds along the way.

There is no chance of Kant's shot at all.

Kant looked at it and was speechless.

He saw that the elves were killed quickly. As before, he didn't feel sick to his stomach or other physical disgust, but he couldn't bear it mentally. Other emotions were surprises.

He has been with these magical animals for almost a year, and it can be said that the relationship has become very good. These guys are very spiritual. In terms of temperament, more or less, they are all sand sculptures. Pleasant memories and past...but Kant never saw this side of them.

Kill efficiently without hesitation.

It's definitely not the first time they've done this kind of thing...

Kant even felt that there was no need for Goethes, and they could sweep away all the elves on this ship.

And there are many spiritual sand sculpture animals like the gorilla kangaroo on the island...

This... I really traveled to a good place.

After a short and quick raid, Kant came to the room of Master Lacris.

When the door opened, there were three corpses on the ground. One corpse was facing down with the word "Dangerous" written on the back. The other two corpses fell to the ground, their faces turned purple, and their hands were tightly tied to their necks.

The parrot excitedly said: "Big! Success! Success!"

Kant understood everything when he saw that dangerous word.

After confirming that nothing happened, Kant bypassed the corpses and entered the magister's room, which was full of bookshelves, cabinets, and magic desks. , all kinds of magic items are everywhere.

so many elements...

Kant took a few glances and realized the technical barriers. He didn't know any of these books, materials, items, etc., and he didn't know the effect. How to use them?

Only the dozen or so spar of pure color in the box reveal pure elemental power, so that the power attribute can be sensed by touching it with a finger, which can be used immediately.

Kant opened the backpack and wanted to scavenge for some useful things first, and then he heard the Goethes shouting from outside: "The raft! The raft! There are elves on the island!"

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PS1: Four thousand words...the cold is better, go to sleep.