While Roland was still enthusiastically preparing his new spell, the temporary team was already ready to go in the extension of the ruins, and Barton, who led the team, finally revealed the goal and reason for the trip.
At this time, in the temporary camp, Patton talked freely, both to boost morale and to assign tasks, and the mercenaries and companions who were forming a group seemed to be looking forward to the upcoming battle.
"Our mission this time is very heavy, but the risks are high and the benefits are high. Once successful, it means that the back road of the undead natural disaster will be cut off, and we will definitely be able to obtain the hero title you dream of, so that you will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life."
Mercenaries are not volunteers. Talking to them about ideals and justice is just gossip. Real interests are the most real, but this is not enough. No matter how high the rewards of mortal tasks are, no one will do them. money to spend.
But now, if you only look at the surface, breaking into the undead's lair is such a mortal task. These mercenaries are willing to follow, half of it is to see the promised rich rewards, and the other is to believe that old Barton, who is also a mercenary, is not like this. Silly to die.
"... According to that person, we don't need to fight with the undead, our main opponent will be those metal cuties in the ruins, and our goal is to send my daughter to the ruins. A specific position. So you don't need to know what to do, because you can't understand what I told you, what you have to do is only what you are best at, use your sword to open a path!"
"Yes, as long as we find the link point, we can try to regain control of the Tower of Babel. Just bring me and this little girl there. I'll take care of the rest."
Timurette added on the side that Roland originally wanted to stay with the big engineer to help defend the city, but considering that the task here is probably impossible to complete without Timoret, and finally let him follow here. coming.
"Don't worry, I won't be a burden."
Talking and laughing, Timurett also made a bodybuilding move, ushered in a burst of deliberately suppressed laughter.
Of course, no one takes it seriously and really thinks that Timoret will be a burden. After all, he is a famous epic hero and even other people's trust and dependence on his character and strength are obviously terrifying in that real body, and the human form is strange. The indescribable dracolich.
And it was his arrival that saved Barton a lot of effort. After all, a big man tried his own life, which at least proved that the road ahead was not a dead end, and his good reputation in the past also greatly inspired ordinary servants. The morale of the soldiers even gave them the illusion that they were saving the world.
"Then, let me just say, first of all our goal is to go to the top of the tower. According to the special design of this tower, it is the deepest layer, but even if there are no high-level undead in the tower, those mechanical guards are very good. Damn, but this is also our chance, I have a plan, first of all, we need to find a large mechanical guard who is alone..."
The plan is very old-fashioned. It is nothing more than taking advantage of the frontal battlefield to attract the attention of the opponent, and the team will raid the opponent's key points, but the tactical plan is not afraid of old-fashioned, practical. As long as Roland can attract the attention of the opponent from the front, it is best to use the undead. If the emperor calls for support, then the loopholes in the nest behind the enemy will naturally be bigger.
Moreover, with Timilet, an expert of the sage civilization, in the team, the difficulty of exploring the relics of the sage civilization is greatly reduced.
When Timurett explained the plan to everyone, his eyes were always watching the bald man who was cautiously facing his daughter. In addition to supporting the operation as an expert, his second task was to give the bald man Test scoring.
"Let me see if you can be worthy of that person's attention and want to be the core of that person's new plan. You can't do it like this now. A commander who pays too much attention to personal relationships is completely unqualified... Strange, why does he You can always find someone who is very capable, and you have never misunderstood someone. Is the world of heroes already so flooded? Or is it true that someone can know it, or is it true that he is a prophet with the ability to predict?"
Even if Roland took out those peculiar prophecy photos back then, Timurett did not believe in the so-called prophecies. After all, photo portraits can be faked, and as a pure engineering researcher and a former spirituality expert, the more he studies The more profound it is, the less he believes that under the involvement of many causal factors, there is still existence that can see through the future.
Thinking of the illusory fate and foreknowledge, even Timurette, who has experienced the inheritance of reincarnation, is also very at a loss, but the fact that a rookie can become a hero by throwing one can be explained by his own eyes, but inexplicably gave him back then. With all the trust and unremitting support of myself and Olivia, it is difficult to explain.
Back then, Roland was a scumbag for two rookie researchers to do research, but the results were delayed. Part of it, luck is more important. Compared to his usual cunning, Roland's trust really doesn't make sense.
"This time, too, tell me directly that this person has the talent of commander-in-chief and has the possibility of becoming a super-powerful person, and the other party was obviously an old mercenary who couldn't make a difference not long ago. I'm afraid, there is no explanation at all except for the power of prophecy."
Even though he was muttering in his heart, Timirett had no intention of throwing it on the table to discuss. Although the prophets and gods were incomprehensible, and the existence of control of fate made people feel weak in the heart, they always stood on the winning side. It is reassuring to have the Prophet on his side, and, most importantly, it is...
"We follow him, not because he is a prophet or a promising future, even though I always feel that he was bluffing when he said that he could predict the end of the world, and cultists did it..."
Shaking his head, he left many thoughts behind. The wild words of the year have been turned into reality, the doomsday prophecy of the day has turned into a real threat, and the illusory ideals of the year have become the goals and tasks to be completed. Some of the people who came together on the common ideal left, and some died, but more of them turned the ideal into reality step by step. Since Roland has fulfilled the promise of the year, then these promises are concealed, and then What does it count.
"... At least we'll trust him and follow him along the way."
The decision engraved in the heart does not need to be spoken, but turned into an unreliable oath. The little Timmy back then is now a big man whom everyone looks up to, but he still hopes that he and his family can have a decent future, and now the entire Pan North ( Hades) forces do, but they only hope to make the world a little more presentable, and let mortals live a little better.
At this time, someone who was regarded as a prophet by Timurette was a little distressed.
"After all, it's the goddess of creation, a proper system GM, prophecy or something, can't you do it again? The world is too far behind the prediction, and the original things can't be used as a reference."
[This shows that you did a good job, but second-degree predictions are impossible. In fact, my predictions are only deduction simulations. Borrowing the authority of the creator, using the rules of time and space, to deduce what is about to happen. This kind of ability costs a lot. And restricting the conditions of use, it is absolutely impossible now. And you can infer from the principle that even if I was in my prime, I still couldn't do it.]
Sure enough, she was rejected by the system, but when she thought about it carefully, she had no need to lie, and what she said was completely logical.
"A person who is good at occupying can't occupy himself, then, the limit is that as long as he does something, the true prophecy is equivalent to nonsense..."
I suddenly realized that I didn’t understand the illusory prophecy you talked to me, but I did understand that the prophecy was interpreted as a logical reasoning based on the existing reality, but the reasoning was 100% correct because of the blessing of the rules of time and space.
Since the prophecy is only a deduction of the future in principle, then it is completely understandable that there is no existence of me and Cavens in the strategy she gave me back then, thinking that the prophecy was made by the goddess of creation, and she saw the prophecy. In an instant, the original prophecy had been changed.
So it is logically inferred that a completely true prophecy is impossible from the beginning. As long as the prophecy is made, and as long as someone sees it, the future will definitely change, because the prophecy cannot include the prophecy itself.
And since the prediction is to borrow the rules of time and space, such as computer-like simulation deduction, then the system that makes the prediction is the first variable, and I who know the prediction and make changes becomes the second variable, and I am changed by me The existence of a new variable becomes a new variable, and the variables accumulate one by one. The computing power required for deduction will skyrocket like a geometric number, and the consumption of making predictions will naturally skyrocket. This is also the reason why the system says that second-degree predictions are absolutely impossible.
Then, this prophecy can only be reused every few thousand years after the last prophecy that all the relevant people have died, which is just tasteless.
"Tsk, this golden finger is still a one-time use. It's gone now. It's really useless."
[Be content, or, do you think Cynthia is better on Cavens? That is indeed a Long Aotian-style plug-in, do you want to try it?]
Thinking about it like this, dead parents, dead brothers, destroying the country, dead women, all the way to stop killing gods and Buddhas, blocking and killing Buddhas, the more bitter the hatred is, the faster the strength progresses, it is really the treatment of the protagonist of Aotian, but I personally think it is Well, it doesn't match my style.
Shaking his head, he gave up the plan to find the system for a strategy. In fact, he didn't have much expectations at first. After all, I didn't rely on a prophet to get to this point.
But in my heart, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that I didn't trust the system, but that my ability to predict, destiny, and other instincts made me uncomfortable.
Everything is doomed, it's like denying the efforts of ordinary people, or the real version of the super deduction is more real.
But at this time, it is not the time to think too much.
The second wave of spell casting was very successful. Even though there wasn't a Snow Queen singing "let it go!" while dancing, there was enough magic to support it, with the help of the Ice Master and the help of the Ice Elf, as well as an Elf The princess's meticulous design, and soon, a beautiful fantasy ice castle appeared in the world.
The icy castle is a typical elf style, with gorgeous decoration to luxury, but the main facilities in it seem to be used by giants, at least the super-giant slings on the city wall, even if the power is amazing, but even the snow bombs used as matching ammunition. The number of people is high, which is obviously beyond the ability of ordinary human beings.
Its area is just right to wrap the expanded Starwood City, but the city wall, which is the focus of the defense facilities, is more than 70 meters high. Except for the Titan giant, other giants don't even think about stepping over it.
And even if I didn't add the ability to freeze the air on the city wall in a frenzy, this icy city is not friendly to ordinary people.
At this time, I also took off the fake beard as a disguise. I have already achieved this point, and there is no need to hide many things. Facing the vague gaze from the south, it is obviously too rude to cover my face.
"It's been a long time, how are you?"