Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The far port, which stayed up all night, ushered in a new hustle and bustle in the bright lights.

It was the longest day in the far port.

Everything happened in one day - first the Three Kingdoms Fleet came under the city, then rumors spread, and then the chaos broke out, the riots and riots in the city, the dragons at sea raided, the Three Kingdoms Fleet was attacked fiercely, and the brutal and tragic battle was not far away. It was staged at the place, and then the steel battleship broke through the sky, the blade of destruction crossed the sky, and the ship of His Royal Highness Kant pacified all the disasters.

But things are far from over.

In fact, when Kant's warship came out of the sky, the instigators of the Far Harbor riots already felt that something was wrong. The hundreds of thousands of Twilight troops killed and wounded in the Songyue War have proved one point, that is this Aurora. Long was by no means known for his generosity and kindness, and now he's really back.

People always regret when they lose a bet.

For example - I would have known that this order would not be available.

Those with a bright mind are ready to flee the city.

But their attempt failed.

Going by sea was like courting death, and fleeing on land would not work either, because they soon discovered that the survey corps from Danfeng Lucerne had blocked all land traffic in the far port.

More than a dozen magic heat-conducting balloons floated above the main road in all directions. The high-power life search light curtain unfolded, scanning the ground without interruption. There were also rangers and crossbow arrows set up below. Boom back and ask is "the order of His Royal Highness Stella".

So these turbulent instigators are even more flustered.

They connected with each other, inquired about news, changed their hiding places, and even lost their minds. They sent gifts to the dignitaries in the Far Harbor, tried to inquire about some inside information, or exchanged for shelter. When the real danger came, they no longer stirred the situation and promoted the conspiracy in the past. of composure and wisdom.

Because now, they are already in the game.

Nationality, promises, money and status can no longer protect them.

These so-called bigwigs and planners are no different from those rogue idlers who follow the troubles to get a bargain, and they are all shivering under the threat of Kant's imminent revenge.

No, they are even worse than the latter.

Because the latter can still comfort himself, maybe His Royal Highness Kant doesn't bother to pay attention to these garbage in the market, and will only settle accounts with those big men in high positions.

But all were wrong.

They soon learned that His Royal Highness Kant is the most important thing about equality for everyone.

"Don't let one go!"

Shack Street in the Far Harbor Dock Area, the dirty street is filled with the unpleasant smell of fish, the light of torches illuminates the darkness, and the dilapidated sheds on both sides are blinking with numb or fearful eyes.

The people here are one of the bottom layers of the far port, living on the dock area, such as day laborers who sell their labor to unload cargo, warblers who provide paid services to sailors ashore, and even sailor brokers, crappy cooks, thieves, beggars, gambling Fang thugs... blah blah blah.

Everyone has stopped working tonight, but that doesn't mean no one is disturbed. This is already the third group of uninvited guests. There are about a dozen people, all equipped with small shields, short swords and leather armor. They are patrols in the dock area. Under the watchful eyes of the residents of the housing estate, several soldiers dragged a struggling man out.

"I don't know anything! I didn't do anything! Please, my lord! Please let me go!"

The man fell into the filthy mud, with heart-wrenching cries coming from behind, a woman with a tattered, patched dress howling, and two crying children.

The captain of this patrol team showed an unbearable look on his face. He was also born here. Because his mother remarried, under her hard pleading, the little powerful stepfather finally gave him the opportunity to enter the patrol team, which made him realize the class He jumped up, but because of this past experience, he was still full of sympathy for the people here.

This is the problem.

Under the feudal system, the executive power of the grassroots has always been a problem. Even if the powerful and powerful people in the far port have fully understood Kant's attitude and threats, they are determined to fully meet his requirements, but this order is issued layer by layer. It's a big discount.

Because in the eyes of the bigwigs, those instigators and street hooligans are nothing more than a dog, and it is nothing if they are killed. They can always raise a new one. For these grassroots executives, those in charge of the Chamber of Commerce and The gang leader and even the tavern owner are the money bag, the good brother, and the brother-in-law. For various reasons, their strength in carrying out orders is slightly insufficient.

There may even be soft-hearted and indulgent situations.

—But that was two hours ago.

The unbearableness in the team leader's heart just rose, and a rude force rushed from the side, pushing him to a stagger, he turned back in anger, and the man in the black cloak gave him a mocking sneer.

"Goethes, you are wasting your time."

There were three people in black robes, and the boss said that they were allies who "guided and participated in the investigation." They claimed to be members of the Tribunal under the command of Lord Kant, and they were a bunch of mad dogs.

The persecutor went straight forward, grabbed the suspect's hair, and lifted him up.

The squad leader yelled, "Please don't do this, he..."

The other party turned his head sullenly: "Six criminals have identified him, so his arrest priority has been raised to the level of a small boss. I will say it for the last time, Goethe, don't question the judgment of Lord Horus."

Horus.

This is the fifth time the squad leader has heard the name tonight.

I only know that this Horus is a capable general under the command of Lord Kant, but I don't know anything about the others, but the arresters of the Far Harbor who have heard this name have already made up its image as a judge with a cloak and a fierce temperament. He's cold-blooded, he's efficient, he's giving his minions all kinds of advice, torture, interrogation, arrest, and never make a mistake.

Amid the man's screams, the traitor grabbed his hair and dragged him into the house.

Lord Horus said that where the criminals are caught, there is the torture chamber. If there are criminals everywhere in the far port, then this city is the execution ground.

"Nin-Toka, nicknamed Swordfish, at least six criminals identified you today, Lord Horus said, according to the cross-model inference, you should have a certain prestige and appeal locally, so ugly, Goethe , you betrayed the only guardian who reached out to you and saved you."

Cries rang out, and Nian, who was pressed against the wall, struggled desperately. He watched in despair as his wife was dragged in, and there were two children, and they were violently thrown into the corner of the wall, the two wearing black robes. The man pulled out the sea battle machete around his waist, and with a cold light, he aimed at the innocent women and children.

"No! Please! Have mercy, my lord! It's none of their business!"

The black-robed man in front of him was like a demon's messenger.

"Betrayal has a price."

The self-proclaimed traitor showed bloodthirsty eyes: "His Royal Highness Kant issued a Dag killing order to all the betrayers, and the Inquisition obeys its order. We will execute you and your family here."

Nien let out a desperate scream. He struggled desperately, but a terrible light of fighting qi appeared on the other side's body. His hands were like iron pincers. That was not the strength he could resist.

He could only wailed and watched the two demon messengers approaching his family with knives.

The man let out a dying whimper.

"-but."

The rain of long drought, the voice of heaven.

The last ray of hope in despair is like a log floating after falling into the water.

The person in front of him said coldly: "But the merciful His Royal Highness Kant is willing to give you one last chance, Swordfish Nien, you and your family face the death penalty, but if you can provide five accomplices, pay attention, it is the same as you. The leader of the prestige incitement can exempt your wife and daughter from the death penalty, and if you confess five more, you can be exempted from the death penalty, and you only need to perform hard labor to atone for the remaining sins."

"If you can provide more important information, that is, the intelligence and identity of the specific person who bought and instigated you, and even the specific whereabouts and clues, one piece of information can be worth five people."

"The premise is that your confession is correct."

He looked back at Nin's wife and daughter: "I think you'd better know that deception is more abhorrent than silence, and it also leads to more cruel punishment."

The interrogator's eyes flicker, he is hesitating, he is weighing, he is contemplating, friendship, favor, and family. Sometimes the answer is obvious, but it takes time and process to deduce.

But the perpetrators were clearly impatient.

"If you don't want to say it, then I'll ask your wife and children." He pulled out a long knife and held it, "I bet they know who you went out with during the day."

He took two steps, and there was an eager shout from behind: "I said!"

The persecutor turned back with satisfaction.

Nin lowered his head and murmured, "I said... I said..."

After a few minutes.

In the dark night, a group of people in black robes dashed in the dark night.

They didn't use torches, the group's low-light dark vision spell gave the group cat vision, the Azure Fleet belonged, one mid-level wizard, five low-level wizards, twelve apprentices, and thirty-six carry Tasio Sword and Shield Guardian of several small magic devices.

A heavy-armed magic raid team under the classic council military system.

They were ordered to carry out a covert manhunt.

At this moment, a low and cold voice sounded in the silent night.

"I am Horus."

The leading middle-level mage stopped immediately, he made a gesture, the sword and shield guard spread out his crossbow, raised his shield, and paid attention to the surroundings, and then the caster raised the wrist guard on his right arm.

The red light above flickered.

He said, "Lord Horus, Firestorm Squad is on standby."

A cold and awe-inspiring voice sounded: "The mission has been changed, and the interrogation has made a major breakthrough. We have locked the location of the cunning fox Delisa, hidden in the blackwater lake log warehouse in the southwest corner of you."

"You are the closest team, I order you to lead a raid immediately, be sure to catch this big fish alive, the spear team and the dragon tooth grass team in the C-14 and B-5 areas will arrive later, they will Is there any problem with joint attacks from different directions?"

The captain of the Firestorm Squad said without hesitation: "Follow the order, my lord, I need specific directions."

"Wait a minute, I'm re-planning the route for you, turn right 300 meters from the road ahead..."

"You hear me, gentlemen," said the caster. "Don't be compared by elves and imperials."

Using group acceleration, according to the navigation, they merged into the night wind and hurried to the target location. The flying objects dropped silently in the sky, and a drone with an engraved noise barrier flew silently, and the night vision camera paid attention to the current situation of the battlefield. , and real-time transmission back to the LCD screen of the Afo's bridge.

The sharp caster looked up to the sky, but the voice of Horus sounded from the bracelet.

"Go on, soldier," it said. "Father is watching your performance."

The log warehouse is already on the edge of the outer city, there is no city wall, and the law enforcement is relatively low. The owners of this area have built walls and even towers here to prevent theft and some shady transactions that are not enough for outsiders. Posted in light and dark outposts.

The Firestorm team approached silently. The low-light vision and life detection spells discovered the hidden whistle in advance. After determining the location, the caster replaced the sniper core and guided the shadow arcane arrows to kill silently, one after another. Then, they arrived near the wall of the log warehouse.

"It's almost a small fortress."

The squad leader used the eagle eye technique to conduct reconnaissance: "The reinforced arrow towers and shooting holes are condescending, the city wall hides the casting opening, the three-meter-high wooden wall is smeared with fireproof mud, I heard the barking of the mutant hounds, and whether Normal elemental fluctuations, there are spellcasters stationed here... infiltration is impossible."

He pondered for a moment.

According to the military manual of the council, this area needs to be bombarded with magic tools, or the mages of the Earth School should be suppressed. The Firestorm team does not have the above conditions, but they are now prisoners and are still fighting for His Royal Highness Kant, which is more important The thing is, this middle-level mage, who passed away early and has not been able to make any progress in ten years, has his own calculations and ideas.

So the captain gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Gross, I will lead the mage troops to launch a feint attack on the city wall here. During this period, I need you to lead the elite manpower and use the directional blasting magic disk to blow up the gate. Lord Horus said that this is an important operation, if you Successfully blasting the gate will be remembered by His Royal Highness Kant."

The leader of the Sword and Shield Guards was stunned when he heard the words, hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, Your Excellency."

What you want, you have to fight for yourself.

"—Wait a minute, everyone."

The voice of Horus sounded again: "I found that the log factory has a relatively dense defense. Is your squad strength not up to the attack?"

The caster said: "Sir, nothing, we will..."

"Mage, seek truth from facts." The cold and decisive voice carried an unquestionable majesty. "In my father's army, there can be no situation where blood bravery trumps reason."

The captain hesitated for a while, and said a little dejectedly: "Yes, my lord, we don't have a magic tool for attacking fortifications, and the defense of this place needs the bombardment spell of the Earth School to be destroyed. I am not good at..."

He said this, paused, and then said: "But we are eager to make merit, my lord, the warship we served has sunk, and sank as a warship corrupted by mutation and attacking friendly forces. As survivors, we are in There is no future in the Council's naval system, so..."

"I understand, sir, but please remember that you are fighting for your father now, even if you are a temporary hired member, you must follow the rules set by your father, at least before you return the bracelet, you must remember that you Your life is a gold coin in your father's hands, and it must be used with care."

People who heard this were all startled, and they couldn't understand the meaning of the words for a while.

But then, Horus' voice sounded: "A fire strike application is being submitted."

After a while, the eternal calm and extremely reliable words came from the bracelet: "His Royal Highness Kant has approved the bombing application, the fire control system is online, the weapon system has been authorized, and the air fire platform is cruising..."

Between the dark clouds over the Far Harbor, a golden dragon broke out of the clouds, fluttered and deflected, and the two large drones mounted on their abdomens broke away and swooped toward the brightly lit city.

Kant promises a lot of money, and his words are counted. If he has said that he will not let the dragons drop soldiers to participate in the battle, then he will do what he says, but it will not delay them to send a courier.

"Be careful to avoid the strike range, five, four, three, two, one..."

The dark night suddenly lit up, and fire waves blazed in the air. Everyone looked up, only to see arrows of flames falling from the sky, rolling up the reverberation of whistling in the air, and crashing to the ground with rolling heat waves.

The violent explosion raised a scorching sun-like fireball. The towers, high platforms, and city gates were bombarded with precision by heavy rockets. This precise and furious bombardment lit up every surprised face.

"Border defenses and fixed fortifications have been destroyed, Firestorm team, happy hunting, pay attention to safety."

The calm voice of Horus brought them back to reality.

The caster raised the staff and pulled out the lightning bolt from the core: "Attack!"

The sword and shield guards raised their protective shields and rushed in through the blasted door.

The bow and crossbow in front broke through the air, the continuous crossbow roared, and the surging fire elements gathered and rolled, and the flaming fireball shot across the sky. The water vapor evaporated, the middle-level mage raised his staff, supported the shield, and said sternly: "Joint casting, a 30-degree fan in front, a distance of 65 to 70 meters, covered by arc bullets..."

The next moment, there was a whistling sound from the rear, and another large flying device lowered its height. This was even a green-skinned aircraft that used a part of the Grewind locusts for auxiliary functions and lifting. Kant thought it was cool to build this thing. It lowered its height and held steady against the outrageous output of the Silver Locust.

The hanging m134 Minigang began to turn.

After that, the red tracer bullets slid across the sky, shooting at full speed and throwing dense bullets on the ground, relying on the hydraulic shock absorber and the high-speed rotating barrel to dissolve the recoil, the blade of death cut across, slag, flesh and blood, broken limbs, miserable Cries and cracks were heard incessantly. After the resistance force in front of them was resolved, the aircraft lifted off and headed in the other direction. The dragon tooth grass team from the elves had arrived.

The sword and shield leader was stunned, turned his head and asked the caster: "Are those Valentines who fought for His Royal Highness Kant so cool all the time?"

"Do you want to be so cool all the time!?" the mage said sharply, "then come up with some real skills!"

The Cavalier Alfred, the bridge has been changed into a mess, and twenty or thirty LCD TVs are hung around, projecting the battlefields around the far port. Kant leaned on the swivel chair, took a bottle of ice and took a sip. , asked: "Do you think these guys are good?"

Horus asked rhetorically, "Isn't it your idea to specially organize the sailors who have sunk their ships, lost their officers, and carried the black cauldron of attacking friendly forces into a group to act alone?"

Kant said proudly: "That is my kindness and consideration, giving them a chance."

A pdf image appeared on the LCD screen in front of him.

"The commander of the Firestorm Squad, the middle-level mage Alsett, mainly focuses on the atmosphere school, and shows extraordinary interest and talent in spiritual spells, so he is feared by his colleagues. Not weak, with a certain impulsiveness, ruthlessness, and ambition."

"I have already asked others. His mentor has passed away, so that he has no background and guidance, and can only survive in the Azure Fleet. In this battle, the battleship he served in was destroyed. His spell attainments have also stagnated, so more experience is placed on the aspect he is most interested in, that is, the expansion and research of spiritual spells. Five of the eight patents he owns are about the use of spiritual spells for torture. and use in judicial trials…”

Horus introduced: "But he is very smart. He has successfully carried out three search operations, and dispelled a group of people from the Far Harbor. He is decisive, reckless, without hesitation, and does not mind or even actively uses cruel means to achieve his goals, and He is very spiritual, he can give me a hint, and my evaluation of him is 83 points, and his tendency to take refuge in us is also very high."

Kant waved his hand and said: "Continue to pay attention, include the options, and test it after the completion of the matter."

Don't expect UR cards with all attributes and skills like Hong San to be all over the place.

R-class cards would do just fine, wouldn't they?

"clear."

The large and small layers of files appeared on the screen, and Horus said: "Now five hundred and seventy-three files have been created. By observing their behavior, combat skills and experience, I have completed the preliminary evaluation. Details are continuing to be revised...but I have to say, Father..."

Having said this, the Transformers sighed: "I'm obviously not suitable for this kind of thing. It's more exhausting to deal with them. After all, compared to my father, they are really boring."

Kant nodded, took a sip of Coke, and immediately frowned: "What do you mean?"

Horus said in a normal tone: "Of course, my father, as a loving elder, often inspires me, sets an example, and informs me of the light of humanity with a pure soul..."

Kant squinted at him and said, "Hey, I got it."

On the screen, the menacing Firestorm team was madly chasing the target like a chicken blood.

When the other party fled into another warehouse, the super sturdy Alsett swung his staff into a violent hurricane, blowing the entire roof flying, and the mage fell from the sky.

The landing is a mental shock, and then he pulls out his pair of short sticks, props up the shield, supports the blast of the gust of wind, and rushes towards the seven or eight people fleeing like a gust of thunder, clicking grass all the way, lightning rushing, and finally using the shield to unload the slash that came over. The sword, the short wand in the right hand hit the opponent's side rib.

Through the screen, you can see that the guy was so badly charged that he couldn't draw.

Alsett's report sounded from the bridge: "Lord Horus, we have caught the cunning fox."

Kant beckoned.

The microphone on the side stretched out, and he said, "Good job, Mr. Alsett."

In the picture taken by the drone, the mage's back suddenly shook, and then he straightened up subconsciously.

"I am honored! Lord Kant!"

His suppressed excitement echoed across the bridge.

"Then, Mr. Alsett, who is good at spiritual spells and qualified as a judge, can you give me a better answer in the field you are better at?"

The figure trembled even more.

There is a louder sound.

"Definitely, Your Highness!"

"Okay, then I look forward to it."

After the communication was terminated, Kant was thoughtful.

Horus said, "Father, is the taste of power wonderful?"

Kant shook his head and said, "A man can't be without power for a day, and the old man will not deceive me."

In the log warehouse, the smell of a piece of dry wood, Alsett took a few deep breaths to calm down his excitement, and the subordinate next to him said: "Sir, the elves and the imperial people have arrived one after another."

"Go and thank them for their diversionary attacks and reinforcements as friendly forces, and invite them. If you are interested in participating in the trial, you may wish to observe the judicial skills of the council."

Alsett threw the staff aside, his eyes were fiery, looking at the step of his own body.

The leader of the gang named Cunning Fox, Theresa.

He has given the other party a meticulous massage with electric current to ensure that the other party can't even move a finger at this time. The coke can also make the other party just unable to move. The old guys in the council always like to separate the life sciences, but Alsett always feels that electricity is a key to the mystery of life.

"I hope you can speak for yourself and tell me what I want to know. This will allow me to complete the task as quickly as possible to gain the greater appreciation of His Royal Highness Kant."

The other party's electric shock state slowed down a little, and he spit out **** phlegm: "Dream, I will never give in!"

"Oh, friend, don't be so sure."

Alsett rolled up his sleeves and revealed the bracelet completely: "Alright, it's not a bad thing to show the new owner his skills and literacy..."

The magic power was injected into the bracelet, and then flowed out. The affinity of the elements was instantly enhanced, and the light of the soul lit up in the eyes of the caster. He stretched out his hand to the recalcitrant tough guy, and his voice concealed the sound of thunder, like a god.

"Now, let's see what your worst fears are."

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PS1: Seven thousand words...split failed again...