My players are so fierce

Chapter 1038 1036. Because it is Dungeons and Dragons, there must be dungeons, which makes sense!

The short-handed marshal thought that his visit would be a show-off, for example, by arranging a group of Xiko City warriors to stand at the door and insult him, or even start a fight.

But no.

When he boarded the deck of the Murphy's Hammer, there was only a lady Transian intelligence officer waiting there. There was no big pomp and no angry sufferers. It seemed that Governor Murphy did not intend to publicize it in a big way. Transia's enemies have arrived.

In other words, it was a private conversation.

This attitude made Marshal Loren feel relieved. He and General Soros who came with him also breathed a sigh of relief. They stepped forward to greet Adele for a few words and then followed her into the airship.

But when he discovered that the direction they were heading was towards the medical cabin, the short-handed marshal started to murmur again.

Does this mean that he should clean himself up in the medical cabin and then give first aid on the spot?

Although the Transians are barbaric, they wouldn't do this in diplomatic situations, right?

This kind of thinking continued until they entered the medical cabin. General Soros, who was following the marshal, immediately saw his son standing outside the glass of the medical room, looking at it with a nervous and worried look.

Colonel Ron came in a hurry. After finishing the battlefield affairs, he ran to see his good brother as soon as possible.

He didn't even change his protective gear or do any personal cleaning. He just wore a tattered armor stained with blood. There was a loaded Hammer Guard at his feet, the most notable thing was his left leg.

The legs of the military trousers were burned by the flames, and they were full of holes, as if they were wearing a very cool non-mainstream gadget. However, what was exposed under the tattered trouser legs was a black machine.

Just this scene made General Soros's expression darken.

He was forced to expel his youngest son from the family. His original intention was to protect his reputation and that of the family. However, due to this incident, his relationship with his wife was on the verge of breaking up. Even his eldest son, who had always supported him, expressed strong opposition to this. dissatisfied.

Didn't we say that the eldest son and the younger son were in a competitive relationship? Zhuo, why did they suddenly unite at this time?

You all feel sorry for your son and your brother, but no one in the whole family feels sorry for me. Alas, my family is unfortunate.

"You stay here, I'll go in and take a look."

Marshal Loren said something to his adjutant, leaving time for the father and son to talk.

Then he followed Adele into the treatment room in front of him. Before entering, a psionicist wearing protective clothing disinfected himself and handed him a dwarf-style protective clothing for him to put on. Marshal Loren felt that his sensitive and proud dwarf heart had been provoked again.

However, seeing that Murphy in the treatment room was also wearing protective clothing, the marshal finally did not have an attack but put on the full-covering clothes and walked in.

He finally clearly saw the person lying on the hospital bed. The thin side face of Brigadier General Fraser shocked the short-handed marshal, and then he quickly stepped forward.

"Don't touch him!"

Mosina, currently serving as the “attending physician” scolded:

"Brigadier General Frazier is in the symbiotic strengthening stage. Any external pressure may cause stress in the symbiotic organism that is adapting to the host's condition. If you don't want to see that thing break open the Brigadier's chest and jump out, just stand there. Outside the safety line.”

"What is 'symbiont'?"

The short man marshal scolded:

"Is this another evil experiment? What happened to Fraser? This is my soldier! Damn it, why is he like this?"

"Calm down, Marshal."

Murphy finally spoke.

His gentle voice came from the protective suit and said:

"You don't think that Brigadier General Frazier, who led a thousand men to cut off the rear of your army, can escape safely under the siege of several times the evil creatures of chaos, right? What you see in front of you is a warrior experiencing his destiny. At the turn of events, while we were trying to save him.

Helu!

Let me introduce the current situation of Brigadier General Fraser to the marshal. "

"Okay, Governor."

The vampire Heru who served as Mosna's assistant also wore protective clothing, but he wore a unique pair of red goggles on his eyes, which filled this guy with a strange sense of mystery. He handed a physical examination report to the station The short marshal who was checking Frazier's condition on the stool explained in a gentle academic tone:

"The disease infection suffered by the Brigadier General is not simply a deterioration of the wound. Its essence is that the power of chaos catalyzes the evil mutation of his flesh and blood. This process is very rapid and irreversible. Those filthy evil things you see on the battlefield are the Brigadier General's future. attitude.

Without external intervention, he will quickly transform into that form within 48 hours.

He would lose his dignity and his own consciousness and become a puppet of the Warp.

Fortunately, Colonel Ron sent the message in time and sent him to us before things were irreversible. When the Brigadier was sent, his heart had shrunk by one-third, his entire spleen had completely disappeared, and his endocrine system was completely disrupted. His immune system tried its best to fight the transformation of contamination, causing his body temperature to exceed the safe threshold.

We can only use radical methods to save him.

As for ‘symbionts’.”

Helu, who has become a professional researcher in the field of bioengineering at the R-9 base, glanced at Murphy, who nodded slightly, so Helu explained to the marshal:

"You can understand it as a special 'Relic of the Creator', which was implanted into the Brigadier's body to strengthen his life form and relieve the further raging Chaos infection. In the past seven hours, the Brigadier's vital signs were approaching normal.

However, it will take time for the symbiotic organism to adapt to its host, so he cannot yet wake up.

But what is certain is that Brigadier General Fraser has adapted well to the symbiotic creature. He has escaped the most dangerous moment and will no longer transform into a miserable chaotic creature. "

Marshal Loren couldn't quite understand those professional terms, but he could understand the physical examination report in his hand.

After a few minutes of silence, the proud dwarf turned around, bowed his head to Murphy sincerely and said:

"Thank you for saving Fraser. Although I still don't understand the principle of this symbiosis, I can tell from the 'Creator's Relic' that it is definitely a precious and rare treasure. You use such a precious thing to Rescuing a Plantagenet soldier made me feel ashamed of the slander I had slandered along the way.

especially.

Fraser also participated in the Battle of Sequoia. "

"Of course, he is not a friend of the Transians, but Brigadier General Frazier's series of outstanding performances in the Black Disaster incident, and the selfless support he and his soldiers gave to the Transians make us willing to use him. This thing came to his rescue.

Transians have never been stingy with our admiration for heroes. If Fraser had not been unwilling to give up his loyalty to the country, I would have even given him the title of 'Honorary Transian'. "

Murphy waved his hands and said:

“I invite you here just to ask you to confirm Fraser’s situation and explain the problem to Count Lyon after returning to the Cato area, so as to prevent the Capet family’s position on certain issues from deviating.

The Commodore will not be able to leave the ship for some time until his condition is completely stabilized.

This is not detention, just careful protection.

You can send some soldiers to keep him safe. Now let's get out of here. I have other things to discuss with you. "

"Shouldn't we talk about Xiko City?"

The short man marshal directly pointed out the topic, he said:

"Isn't that the biggest conflict between us? As the governor of the Transians, you should at least scold me twice to show your attitude."

"No need."

Murphy glanced at Loren. This was the first time he had truly seen the half-dwarf marshal. He looked Loren up and down, but because the dwarf's appearance really did not meet the aesthetics of a vampire, Murphy did not look at it either. Come up with some features worthy of attention.

He shook his head and said in a gentle tone:

"You will definitely die at the hands of the Transians because of the things you did in the past! That is a destined future. Since death is a foregone conclusion, then wasting time on verbal humiliation before it happens will only make us Transians look bad. West Asians are pompous and rude.

The current situation is no longer suitable to waste time on this kind of thing. I think both of us should be more pragmatic. "

He led the way, with the marshal following behind. The two of them changed into sterile protective clothing and left the treatment room, heading to the conference room through another corridor.

On the way, Murphy explained to Marshal Loren with his hands behind his back:

"I think Lord Paying has revealed the topic of the conversation to you. Regarding the disposal of the ruins of the Brass Fortress after the war, I have discussed this issue with Lord Ofge and Lord Badrdai. Silver Dwarf The frost dwarves are willing to support their brass dwarf brothers, even if they have been excommunicated by the Earth Mother.

But whether it is Silver Castle or Frost Castle, they are too far away from the Brass Fortress. Both sides have their own responsibilities and cannot send a large number of soldiers to assist the Brass Dwarves in regaining their ruined city.

So the matter ultimately falls on you.

You are one of the highest-status representatives of the dwarf clan in human civilization, and the resources at your disposal are also abundant. Therefore, there is a high probability that you will come forward to clean up their mess for the brass dwarves.

Whether you send troops to intervene directly or use diplomacy, you have to solve a very real problem.

If you want to regain the ruins, you have to fight, but the several groups entrenched there are not fuel-efficient lamps, and now they have to join the Chaos camp. This makes the ruins of the Brass Fortress a powder keg that can explode at any time. "

"Well, your analysis is quite accurate. I can't fault it. In fact, I did receive Silver Castle's proposal on this matter."

Perhaps it was because of Murphy's honesty. In short, Marshal Short Man did not hide the problems he was currently encountering. He said:

“Originally in my plan, after clearing the war in the northern part of the peninsula, the pioneers of the Pioneer Legion would enter the ruins of the Brass Fortress through the Gorgon Wounds and cooperate with the shield dwarves to solve the problems there in a short time.

But my vanguard suffered heavy losses.

We must withdraw to Dorod Fortress to rest and defend, but the troubles caused by the fishmen in the Old World, especially the possible risks in the East Prussia and Anjou areas with dense water networks, make it impossible for me to distinguish them for a long time. energy.

So, if you have any suggestions, just say so.

This matter involves the dignity of dwarves, and my personal attitude cannot play a decisive factor in it.

I mean, if the Transians want to be involved in recovering the Brass Ruins, I'd welcome it. "

"Okay! That's what I'm going to say next."

Murphy smiled, and he stretched out his hand to open the door of the conference room and invited the marshal to enter, where Adele and her subordinates had already prepared a set of brass ruins ground sand table.

The two walked to the sand table. Murphy pointed at the current situation of the ruins represented by various flags, and said to the short man marshal who was standing on a chair observing the sand table:

"We have an advance base in a mountain col 30 kilometers away from the Brass Ruins. I plan to develop the Brass Fortress Ruins as the next war area for my adventurers. Make plans, make schedules, and dispatch The commander supervises the battle.

According to the estimates given by my adjutant, if everything goes well, half of the Brass Ruins will be recovered by us in three months at most. "

"So optimistic?"

When it came to military issues, Loren immediately became serious.

He shook his head and said:

"The time is too short, and the situation we face is extremely complicated. Just sorting out the interlocking forces in the ruined dungeon is a bottomless pit at the intelligence level. In this case, we have to solve the problem roughly within three months. This It will consume a lot of manpower, unless you plan to send out those legendary immortal heroes!"

The marshal looked at Murphy and said:

“That’s exactly what you planned, right?

Based on a series of observation reports on the foreigners sent back by Fraser, I think that this special group of them also needs to be trained. Their immortality can only be used to its best effect in fierce and high-frequency battles. Their high growth in strength can be better discovered when experiencing war.

Therefore, you plan to train your troops through the bastards of all races entrenched in the Brass Ruins.

What a good idea! "

"Just tell me if you want it or not?"

Murphy crossed his arms and shrugged, saying:

"Do you still dislike the help you got for free?

My warriors bring their own dry food to help you dwarves regain their lost territory. We don't even need you to pay extra. As long as you nod and give us a formal 'supporter' status, my warriors can set off there in a few days. .

I even sorted out the relationship between the shield dwarves.

The Polut Pass is very difficult now, so the shield dwarf lords are very willing to accept our assistance. With the shield dwarves and their limited supplies, the time it takes to gnaw through the dungeon of the brass ruins will definitely take ten seconds. It is calculated in units of years.

The question is, can the drastic changes in the continental environment give you dwarves ten more years to regain the lost ground?

This is a very serious question.

In addition, I must tell you something that you didn't realize. While we were discussing, the Sin Dwarves of Sin Castle have already taken action. According to the information I got, it is certain that the Sin Dwarves occupy a part of the dungeon. .

They seem to be planning to extend their power from the gray desert back to the center of the continent. "

"Sin Dwarf?"

Upon hearing the news, Loren's expression immediately became serious. He thought for a moment and said:

"Okay! I will officially send a message to the compatriots at Polut Pass in a few days to give the Transians the status of supporters, but I also know the deeper meaning of your so-called bringing your own dry food and not being paid.

Buried in that ruin is the wealth accumulated by the Brass Dwarves for hundreds of years. It is also the birthplace of the God of Wealth. It is simply an endless pocket of gold.

I can allow you to take some of it.

But you can't take them all away. The brass dwarves also need funds to rebuild their hometown. "

"I'll leave you a third."

Murphy held out a finger and said:

"It's all blood money anyway. If the Brass Dwarves want to rebuild the population, they have to rely on their own hands. Don't make the same mistakes again. Once this matter is over, I will talk to you about the next thing. It’s important”

Marshal Loren was not satisfied with this share ratio, but he did not make a rebuttal at the moment.

Murphy has grasped the weakness of the dwarves. If the sin dwarves are allowed to grow in the ruins dungeon, it will not be a good thing for all dwarves. Therefore, time is everything now. The Transian heroic spirits who are not afraid of death will be stationed there. The miraculous effects it brought were enough to give the dwarves an advantage in this competition.

While the marshal was thinking, he suddenly saw Murphy taking a very festively decorated red gift box from Adele next to him, and handed it to him with both hands in a gift-giving gesture.

The short-handed marshal looked at the box that was delivered to him with a dull face and had weird foreign words on it. He looked at Murphy with strange eyes and asked:

"What does it mean?"

"A wedding gift, Your Excellency."

Murphy said with a weird smile:

"I am very sorry that the silver dwarves will not invite foreigners to attend the wedding, but as a person of status, I must send blessings. Among them are the breeding treasures blessed by the God of Avalon and the Pharaoh of the Songhai Empire. Exclusive entertainment items.

This will definitely help you and your wife have a baby soon.

I personally really hope that you can complete the inheritance of your family as soon as possible, so that the grievances between you and the Transians can be resolved as soon as possible. "

"asshole!"

Loren finally couldn't stand it anymore.

The dwarf cow lost his temper and wanted to throw away the gift, but Murphy dexterously shook it past him and stuffed the gift box into his arms. Then he clapped his hands, like "a cup as a sign" and "five hundred axes" In the evil disguise of "Hand", in the next second, six tall and thick silver dwarf earth priests rushed into the conference room and tied up Loren as he watched in panic.

"By order of Lord Ofger! Loren, your war is over! Silver Castle is preparing for the wedding ceremony. Now return with us to the Bourbon Mountains immediately."

A Golden Priest with earth runes tattooed on his face loudly announced:

"Your wedding can't be postponed any longer!"

"The war is not over yet! Bastard, let me go! My soldiers still need me! They are bleeding on the front line, and I still want to enjoy life in the rear? Let me go! Damn it! Murphy, you bastard!"

You deliberately tricked me into coming here and I misjudged you, you cunning Transian."