Chapter 568: This is impossible

When Falai thought of this, he felt more and more that the strength of Ailan Hill really made people fear that in the most powerful era, facing thousands of demon forces, it was impossible for the elves to lose only a few people. , To wipe out such things as opponents.

However, since you are here to help, you must have a helping attitude. He pinched his unicorn's abdomen with his feet, and rushed out of the phalanx first, leaving a light words: "Call back to the commander of Ailan Hill, General Durando, and tell him there will be no casualties!"

If, facing these thousands of lingering demons, the elves are killed or injured again, then they are not worthy of being looked up to by humans for thousands of years.

Falai, who took the lead, was a magician more powerful than Lon Sadler. The unicorn under his hip was also placed elsewhere, a high-level monster capable of frightening countless people.

I saw a few magic circles suddenly appear next to Falai, and high-level magic such as energy pouring began to harvest the lives of the demon forces that were chaotically on the beach.

The demon general who had been on his way to the end was unlikely to be Falai's opponent even in his heyday, and now he was like a bereaved dog, and he was not even Falai's enemy.

He had just barely received Falai's head-on blow, when he was hit by the magical energy that followed, screaming and turning into fly ash.

Those who followed Falai were also the great magisters of the elves. Although they were not as tyrannical as Falai, they were more than enough to deal with a demon general.

The magical energy of the remaining demon generals has long been consumed by human artillery, and now they can't handle the magical attack they are familiar with.

They were exhausted under the fierce attack of the elves, and finally fell one by one on the corpses of the same kind, becoming the ghosts under the hooves of unicorns.

The situation on the battlefield is really one-sided. Of course, the remaining ordinary demon troops cannot be opponents of the dwarven warriors.

The battle on the beach soon ended, everything was silent, only the black water was constantly beating against piles of broken bodies on the beach.

...

"Teacher!" Pushing open the heavy iron door, William carrying his briefcase, smiled and walked into the room where Frenzberg was held.

Frenzberg, who had lost his freedom and couldn't even move, was lying on the bed, watching the TV screen, but he didn't even speak.

In the news report, it was the scenes of the Battle of Ferry City that were broadcast. The war reporters on the front line, almost in real time, transmitted the battle situation back to the rear.

"The Eye of Magic erupted, and hundreds of thousands of demon army counterattacks were won so easily..." I didn't know whether he was feeling emotional or asking rhetorically, Frenzberg said in a slow tone.

He can't express his emotions with facial expressions now, so that even the tone of his speech is unpredictable.

It can be said that he has lost all the fun that a human should have. He does not need to eat, nor can he enjoy any sense of touch. Even he has no basic abilities of a man.

"There may be more news from my side. We have shot down the devil's floating city, and now there is a huge ‘artificial island’ outside of Dukou City..." William smiled and mentioned a daytime battle.

In the Academy of Sciences, many researchers have stopped their work. I heard that the front line has captured a lot of demon's technical materials, and their Academy of Sciences will mobilize people to sort out these materials from beginning to end.

At least, it is necessary to distinguish that the research of those demons is backward and outdated. Use this to implement more targeted attacks on the demons.

On the other hand, we must also master the advanced technological research directions of the devil, strive to surpass the devil in these directions, or learn the advanced technological achievements of the devil to make up for our own deficiencies.

It is foreseeable that in the next tens of days, their Academy of Sciences has many things to do, and William, as the dean, will also be very busy.

"Really strong... shot down the devil's floating city, defeated hundreds of thousands or even millions of demon army...really strong." Frenzberg said again.

He was actually smiling bitterly in his heart, smiling bitterly that he had betrayed such a powerful empire. He had never imagined before that those demons with so many desperate numbers would lose so thoroughly and so naturally.

For him, such irony can no longer make him depressed. Because he has gone through too many things, has lost too many things, and has long been numb to these facial issues.

"Teacher, you asked me to bring a notebook, I brought it." William sat on the desk next to the bed with a smile, and drew a slim notebook out of his briefcase, flipped out the screen, and opened it. switch.

"This is the latest laptop launched by Royal Technology. The market price is more than 300,000 gold coins. It is quite expensive. That is, I like electronic products, and the salary is high, so I can afford it." Speaking of this laptop, William said There is obviously joy in it.

This laptop is indeed very expensive, much more expensive than ordinary brand cars. But it's really good value for money, it's powerful, and it looks great.

"..." Frenzberg turned his face and saw the "notebook" that William had opened. I really wanted to scold the notebook he was talking about. It's not this kind of notebook! In other words, this thing...what is it?

Frenzberg had never seen a laptop computer. When he defected from Ailanhill, Ailanhill's computer was still a top-secret project.

As it is now, many people can see computers in their homes, and the Internet has entered the thousands of homes in Ailan Hill.

Back then, computers were the size of a house, and they used huge ancient-century parts such as transistors and tubes.

But now, large-scale integrated circuits have become standard equipment, and human computer chips can be as small as a fingernail. Not only laptops, but Allanhill’s mobile phones are now smart!

"This thing can record what I want to tell you?" Frenzberg asked timidly, but his words had no tone, hoarse and full of mechanical feeling, much worse than **** puppets.

In fact, whether it is the Puppet Empire or the Ailan Hill Empire, they have long had the technology to make the puppets speak into a tone. But the body of the **** puppet that Travis had prepared for Frenzberg was an incomplete scrap, so it had so many flaws.

As for Elan Hill after he captured Frenzberg, of course, no one would take the time to change the parts and configurations of a traitor's puppet body, so Frenzberg has been crippled like this, and crippled to the present.

"Of course, it's very simple." William connected a small microphone to the audio input jack of the laptop, and opened another software: "It can record, and it can also translate the recorded words into standard format records, which is very convenient."

"Aren't there any omissions?" Frenzberg looked at the small microphone and asked with some worry.

"Don't worry, I will check again, teacher." William hit the Enter key, and started recording and converting text.

"You are always so meticulous... William, you are a real scholar, much better than me." Frenzberg praised again, and his words appeared in the document like this, a short sentence And the words are exactly the same.

"It's already started, teacher." William pointed to the computer screen with some embarrassment, and reminded Frentzberg: "What you say now has been recorded in the file."

"Really? It's convenient." Frenzberg said again, and then officially started his own statement: "I came into contact with some techniques for making puppets in the Puppet Empire. These techniques are actually nothing special. Everyone knows the mystery."

"However, I later heard some taboo magic techniques from some crazy scholars... For example, the puppet empire has been trying to eliminate the magic eye and its influence on low-level puppets!"

"They got some inspiration from the **** puppets. Since the infusion of human spiritual power, or a part of the thought, can offset the influence or control of the magic eye on the puppets, then use technology to find a way to give each puppet. It's enough to instill spiritual power."

"This is impossible! Magicians themselves are very scarce resources. There are even fewer advanced magicians, and there can be too many **** puppets..." William shook his head and said, "This is determined by the number of advanced magicians!"

"Yes, this is common sense!" Frentzberg agreed with William, but he went on to say: "But the puppet empire did not give up! Their research on human spiritual power is full of evil, and it is more sinister than Ellen Hill's. The dark side is ten thousand times darker!"

"Countless corpses can always pile up something that looks extremely beautiful." Frenzberg said to himself, completely ignoring the wonderful expression on William's face.

In fact, in William’s position, of course, I also know that many of the secret researches of Ailan Hill, many of which are items that normal people will be afraid or even nauseous to vomit after hearing them.

Including the forbidden development of soldiers' physical strengthening technology, the hybrid hybrid technology of Warcraft and human genes, etc.

"When my soul was tortured, I realized something by accident." Frenzberg said again: "If the soul of a mortal, or mental power, can also be extracted? Guess what will happen. thing?"

"It's impossible!" William looked at Frenzberg in horror, with a nervous voice that changed his tone, loudly surprised: "They will die! Their mental power is not enough to support a complete puppet. !"——

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