Through the counterattack of cannon fodder

In the evening, Ling Wei took the initiative to call César after he left for the first time, but as expected, the call was not connected.

Ling Wei didn't dial again, but sat in front of the bed with her knees wrapped around her knees, staring intently at the communicator in front of her, not even 0001 daring to say anything for a moment, just said: "Host, sleep first, if the male god calls I will definitely let you know!"

Ling Wei shook her head and said, "It's okay, I'm not sleepy."

He knew that César's side should be the busiest time at this time, but he still couldn't help calling. He wanted to hear César's voice, even if it was just a word.

After all, César was a very special existence to him.

It was not until late at night that Ling Wei received a call back from César.

"What happened, Ling?" César's voice came from the communicator, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue, but it sounded as gentle as ever.

Ling Wei has been with César for so long, how could he not have heard the difference in César's tone, subconsciously asked: "Is César tired?"

"It's okay." César smiled softly when he heard the words, he leaned back on the back of the chair, with a soft look in his azure eyes, and said, "What's the matter, Ling?"

Ling Wei paused, and then asked softly: "Cesar, what should we do if there is a mistake that shouldn't have happened?"

Ling Wei's question was thoughtless, César waited for a while, only to find that Ling Wei had no intention of continuing.

At this time, there was a slightly rapid breathing sound from the communicator. It was obvious that Ling Wei was waiting for his answer. César thought for a while and said, "Then try to prevent it from happening."

"If it has already happened, why can't it be stopped?" Ling Wei asked again.

César replied quickly: "Then try your best to deal with the consequences of your mistakes."

"What if this error is caused by..." me?Ling Wei wanted to ask this question, but in the middle of the sentence, she couldn't say the second half of the sentence no matter what.

But just when Ling Wei clenched the communicator in his hand and made up his mind to speak out, César over there suddenly said: "No matter what the mistake is, I am there, so don't be afraid..."

Ling Wei was startled, and suddenly remembered the words of Du Jia——

"Even if the sky falls, there will be boys from Li An's family to help you. What are you afraid of?"

But now, César really explained this matter to Ling Wei in his own way.

Ling Wei suddenly felt that his chest was full of something, and the tip of his nose was sore. He bit his lower lip and nodded. After nodding, he realized that César could not see what he was doing, so he smiled softly. She smiled and replied, "Well, I'm not afraid."

With you here, I am not afraid of anything.

Because of Cesare's words, Ling Wei seemed to have lost a lot of burden, and his mood eased a lot. He thought of the situation at Cesare's side again, so he asked, "By the way, Cesare, are you not injured?"

"No." César replied, as if to reassure Ling Wei, he added: "I will pay attention, don't worry."

Ling Wei responded, "Yes."

Ling Wei didn't take too long, he told César something else, and then ended the call.

Putting the communicator in his hand aside, Ling Wei looked at his open palm, and through the gap between his fingers, he seemed to see the familiar faces.

Ling Wei slowly closed her eyes, and lay down on the place where César usually slept, and she seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of green grass that belonged to César.

It took him two lifetimes to find Cizer, Durga, and his few friends in this world. He didn't want to lose these...

He can do everything he can to minimize the damage caused by this war, but for the one that 0002 said at the end...

Sorry, there's really no way he can do it.

After Ling Wei hung up, César looked down at the dimmed screen of the communicator, and whispered softly: "It shouldn't have happened...wrong?"

After a while, there was a knock on the door outside the house. César put down the communicator in his hand and said, "Come in."

"Boss, all the wounded have been settled, and the corpses of the beasts outside the city have been cleaned up. They should be cleaned up before dawn."

Green quickly reported the matter.

"Okay, you go to rest first!" César nodded, then stood up and prepared to go out.

Green stepped behind César and asked, "What about you, Boss?"

César glanced at him casually, and said, "I'll go to the gate of the city to see how the night watch is going."

"I haven't rested for three days in a row, aren't you tired, boss?" Green asked with a very tangled expression.

"It's fine." César replied lightly.

Green walked up to César in three steps and two at a time, raised his hand to stop César's advance, "Boss, I'm under a lot of pressure as your deputy team!"

César stopped, looked at Green, raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Huh?"

Green sighed exaggeratedly, and said with a bitter expression: "Forget it, because we have shared weal and woe for so many years, I will reluctantly help you to take a look." He waved his hand: "Let's talk about this Why do things require you to go there yourself, boss?"

César looked at Green's indifferent expression, but the expression in his eyes was extremely serious, and he couldn't help but curled his lips and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Green."

"As ordered!"

Since then, Xerath has somehow slowed down his offensive.

However, everyone in the Sith Empire knew in their hearts that he was just playing psychological tactics. Once Xerath launched an offensive, the two sides were bound to fight more fiercely than before, and even—

Never die.

On this day, Olivia was discussing the previous battle situation with César, but suddenly received an order.

The two looked at each other, then walked to the optical brain one after another, and logged on to the virtual network.

The fidelity of the virtual network has been adjusted to the extreme over the years. If it was not known in advance, who would have thought that the building in front of him was actually a virtual product simulated by technology and spiritual power?

The two arrived at the area where the military headquarters was located in the virtual network as required. When they saw the familiar figure, César took the lead and called out: "Father."

Olivia also called out "Father".

Lachlan glanced over the two of them, paused for a moment while looking at César, and then said softly: "I have something to tell you." After speaking, he took out two copies from the table next to him. The document was handed to the two of them.

Unexpectedly, after reading the content written on the document, it was Olivia, who always cherishes words like gold, who spoke first: "I don't agree." He paused, and then said: "I Come."

Lachlan took a deep look at the eldest son who rarely spoke out, shook his head silently, and said, "You can't come this time, Olivia."

Olivia frowned. He took a step forward and was about to say more, but César stopped him at this moment, looked at Lachlan and asked, "Father, can you tell me the reason for this choice?"

Lachlan looked at his two sons at the same time, and slowly revealed a slightly bitter smile: "If possible, I don't want that candidate more than anyone else, it is either of you, but no ..."

"Cesar, the only one in the empire who has the ability to activate the inheritance stone is you."

When Lachlan said this, there was a trace of imperceptible sadness in Lachlan's eyes, which was the pain and helplessness of being a father under all the responsibilities.

At this time, he was no longer the marshal of the empire who ruled the world, nor was he the master of the Lachesis family, but just an ordinary father.

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Since knowing the real cause of the war that day, Ling Wei's enthusiasm for making potions has become even more frenzied than before. The piles of potions are simply jaw-dropping. I have the same idea——

If this goes on, can he bear it?

Ling Wei didn't think so much, he just wanted to do his best to do what he could do.

The momentum didn't last long, because Ling Wei had other things to do.

In addition to making potions, Ling Wei took out all his points, bought clothes and food, and sent them to the front line along with the supplies sent by the guild.

He still wants to follow Du Jia and the others to study the tenth-level potion, but Ling Wei's thinking direction is how to make this potion calm the energy to the maximum.

He was very busy, so busy that he had no time to think about what 0002 told him at the beginning, and 0002 and the others didn't take the initiative to mention it, but told Ling Wei some other useful things.

Xerath's offensive has been suspended, and the research on the tenth-level potion is about to be completed, and everything seems to be developing in a positive direction.

But God always seems to like to play a big joke with Ling Wei at such a time.

On the day the tenth-level potion was finished, Li An called Ling Wei over.

When he said that sentence, Ling Wei finally understood the reason why he could watch the preparation of the tenth-level potion, but never thought of exchanging energy stones with 0002.

"Ling Wei, do you know who is using this tenth-level potion?"

"who is it?"

"Yes - Cesar."

When those three words came out of Li An's mouth, a chill rose from the soles of his feet and gradually permeated his whole body. The whole body seemed to have fallen into a bottomless cold pool. Ling Wei even felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing. Frozen because of such a low temperature, even breathing has become a luxury.

"0002, I'll change."

Ling Wei smiled softly and said this in her heart.