Chapter 343 Inquisitor Battleship

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The sound of pickaxes hitting stones echoed in the mine.

Under the dim light, people lined up in a long queue, swinging their pickaxes in a chaotic rhythm, and then hitting the stone wall with all their strength.

The mine is deep underground, and the surrounding environment is cold and humid.

To make matters worse, the height of the entire mine is very low, barely enough for an adult man to stand up straight inside.

Long-term labor coupled with the harsh environment outside.

You can imagine.

Staying here for a long time is simply a prison-like torture.

"It's time for dinner!" A voice came from outside the mine.

After hearing the order.

The miners who had worked hard all day dared to put down the pickaxes in their hands and wiped the sweat from their foreheads with the back of their hands.

Lined up outside the mine, there was still a mine with no end in sight.

However.

The environment here is always a lot wider, the strangely shaped incandescent lamps above the head emit dazzling light, the temperature has risen slightly, but the ground is still muddy and makes people feel uncomfortable.

The human miners obediently lined up and sat in a relatively dry place at the edge of the mine.

Soon, humanoid creatures came out of the shadows of the mine, pushing creaking carts.

When they walked in.

The light dispelled the darkness, and then they found that the creatures pushing the food carts from the depths of the mine were not humans but aliens.

They also had limbs and facial features similar to humans.

But the difference was that these guys were extremely large, with thick limbs and high bulges in their bellies, enough to easily fit an adult. In addition, their pupils always flashed with chilling brutality and murderous intent, and sharp teeth like files protruded from the thick lips of these aliens.

Orcs.

Unlike the orcs in epic stories who were only violent.

The orcs that appeared in the world of Terraria not only had strong bodies, but also had innate psychic powers and technological heritage flowing in their blood.

Strength, psychic power, technology...

The orc army has almost no obvious shortcomings.

It is precisely because of this that they can drive away the swarms of insects entrenched in the Santorinia Islands in the Storm Sea.

At this time, the orcs pushing the dining cart were distributing food to the miners around.

"Remember, only pigs who have finished their work are qualified to eat. Pigs who have not finished their work can only be thrown to animals as food."

The almost three-meter-tall orc shook his head and said in a muffled voice.

On the dining cart.

Two orc fart spirits with baby-like bodies were responsible for throwing the food in the cart to the miners.

It was called food, but in fact it was just some mud mixed with plant roots and stems.

Especially the two fart spirits responsible for distributing food, they deliberately threw the food in clumps to the ground. When they saw the exhausted miners had to lie on the ground like dogs and lick the food with their tongues.

The orc fart spirits burst into sharp and piercing laughter.

The cart swayed with a clang, and with the orcs' powerful roar, it gradually disappeared from the miners' sight.

Artes was lucky today, and he grabbed a ball of clean food.

At this moment, he was curled up in the corner of the mine, closing his eyes, pinching a small piece of it with his rough, cracked and dirty fingers, stuffing it into his mouth, chewing it carefully and swallowing it with difficulty.

To be honest...

This kind of dough doesn't taste good.

It's like eating mud, without any taste.

But Artes still eats very seriously. As long as you work hard all day, any food in front of you will be extremely delicious.

"Uncle Artes."

A slightly childish voice sounded in front of Artes.

The bearded middle-aged miner opened his eyes and saw a group of fourteen or fifteen-year-old kids gathered in front of him.

Because of malnutrition, their bodies looked a little deformed, and their heights were no different from those of children in their teens.

The only thing that made people feel relieved was.

The eyes of those children were still bright, and they seemed to have some hope for the future.

"Can we continue to tell stories today? I want to hear the story of the Athas Iron Legion. Where did those iron men who roamed the starry sea finally go?"

"Yes, yes, Uncle Athas, you can't keep us in suspense."

The children gathered around Athas, raised their heads, and said eagerly.

"Okay, I really can't stand you."

Although he said so, the smile on Athas's face still betrayed his true thoughts.

In the cold and damp mine.

It is really a happy thing to be accompanied by these little angels.

"...Those Athas warriors defeated the master of the swarm in the last war, but the legion itself suffered a devastating blow. The original thirteen legion commanders were all killed, and even the original body was seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep."

Athis showed a nostalgic expression on his face and said, "Finally, they entered the mysterious subspace and waited for the time of revival."

The story is over.

But the children still refused to leave.

"Uncle Artes, will those warriors come back? Can they defeat those fat-headed orcs?"

"Of course."

Ates lowered his head and reached out to touch the child's head, "They are galloping across the starry sky and are invincible. All human enemies are no match for them."

"Ding ding ding!"

The sound of electric bells came from deep in the mine.

This meant that it was time to go to work again, and the children left in a hurry.

The wild beasts have no mercy or mercy at all, and these children also need to work hard in exchange for a little pitiful food.

Ates slowly got up from the ground.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a black tattoo on his arm stopped beside him, patted his shoulder and said, "We are telling stories to those children again. It is obvious that we have no hope."

"I can't say for sure..." Ates picked up the pickaxe beside him and sighed, "We have to give those children some light."

"maybe."

The tattooed middle-aged man stopped talking.

Ates followed him, lined up with the other miners, and entered the dark mine.

They were once the masters of this land, but now, they face only endless difficulties, and even staying alive has become a matter of courage.

…

at the same time.

Westeros in the sentient world.

Garen also woke up from a long sleep that lasted for an entire month.

After devouring Queldos, Garleon's vitality increased but not significantly. This shows that the growth of the fourth life level is not just a large amount of pure vitality, but more importantly, the growth of spiritual power.

"Do I still need to resort to faith in the end? But I always feel that doing so will be troublesome."

Garen opened his eyes from the throne.

Restore draconian form.

The difficulties encountered in the process of improving his life level made him feel a little distressed, but the setbacks Garen encountered were not just one or two.

Among all the templates, Galleon has the most serious injuries.

Even came close to death a few times.

He stood up from the throne and strode forward. The old brass door opened automatically in front of Garen, and bright sunlight fell on the half-dragon.

Even if he shrinks in size and appears in human form.

Garen, who is nearly six meters tall, still naturally exudes majesty as thick as a mountain.

"Great Emperor!"

The girl with a wreath on her head seemed to have been waiting outside the door for some time.

After seeing Garen, she curtsied.

There was a look of joy on his face.

"I remember you." Garen lowered his head and rubbed the spikes on his chin with his fingernails. After thinking for a while, he said, "You are the leader of the Cylons, Garan Nord."

"What do you want from me?"

"I'm extremely honored."

There was an expression of surprise on the girl's face, and she hurriedly said, "The gift given to you by the Holy City has been delivered to Westeros. Do you want to see it in person?"

On the eve of the decisive battle with the gods.

Garen, who had just entered the fourth life level, personally took action and forcibly occupied the Jose Barrier.

And after the war.

After a series of complex negotiations, the City of Barriers once again returned to the embrace of the Holy City. But at the same time, Garonne also obtained a large amount of equipment and supplies from the Holy City.

And now.

After more than a month of preparation.

Among this batch of supplies, the big stuff at the bottom of the box was finally transferred to Garen.

"Really? I'm not satisfied with Valkyrie's actions."

Garen's eyes shone and he clapped his hands in admiration. He was obviously in a good mood.

"In that case, take me to see it."

"As you command!" Gallanold leaned over and said.

…

Surrounded by flying dragons and dragon tooth soldiers.

The Great Emperor of Westeros came to Folin Docks on the south side of the island.

This is a city with beautiful scenery, blue water, seagulls flying in the sky and fine sandy beaches.

On the dock.

A large, dark crowd of people gathered together.

They were raising their heads, looking at the strange scene in front of them, with astonishment on their faces, and couldn't help but talk about it.

What appeared in front of them was an unparalleled huge steel ship, but if it was just huge, it wouldn't be enough to shock the residents here.

after all.

Westeros itself is a city with very advanced shipbuilding technology.

In the past, they once built steel ships as huge as islands, which could sail smoothly through rough waters no matter how rough they were.

But what happened today was different.

Very different from usual.

That giant ship... was actually floating in mid-air.

The entire dark gold shape resembles a strange ship, and the mechanical warship with its deck covered with steeples and cathedrals is currently floating quietly in the sky above Fulin Pier.

The length of the entire battleship was more than three kilometers, and the shadow it cast shrouded half of the city.

"The great emperor is here."

in the crowd.

I don't know who shouted secretly, and the originally chaotic dock suddenly became quiet.

People looked in the direction of the flashing light, and sure enough, the great emperor's majestic figure appeared in everyone's eyes, surrounded by the golden-armored and dragon-toothed soldiers.

Instant time.

The feeling of shock rolled through the hearts of these people like a rolling torrent.

Westeros is the center of the pirate world.

In other words, the people here have either been pirates themselves, or their family members are pirates.

At the end of the war, the Great Emperor came to Westeros as a victor. For a long time after that, the residents of the entire island lived in fear.

They were afraid that the alien emperor would settle old scores and tear them into pieces and feed them to the wild beasts.

But then…

As time goes by.

Only then did people gradually realize that the emperor was not bloodthirsty.

On the contrary, he was quite principled and more powerful and wiser than any previous Sea Emperor in Westeros.

Under Garonne's rule, Westeros has become more stable, more vibrant and energetic than before. People do not hate this kind of life, and gradually the islanders no longer fear and reject radiation as they did at the beginning. Legion.

The residents on the pier parted to both sides to make way for a passage.

Two figures appeared from the battleship overhead and landed smoothly on the dock.

One of them was the tall prince Kadoze. The one next to him was also quite tall and had gray hair, but his face didn't look that good-looking.

"Father, this is Quinn, the engineer from the Holy City."

Kadoze came to Garen and pointed at the white-haired old man next to him.

"Storm-class battleship Inquisitor."

Even when facing the monster-like emperor, Old Quinn still looked angry, without the slightest fear on his face.

He pointed to the ancient battleship hovering in the sky and said to Garen, "I don't know what kind of rhetoric you used to trick His Highness Brynhildr, but the Inquisitor battleship is one of the few remaining treasures in Terraria. , I hope you can take good care of her and don’t let her get dusty.”

"Of course."

Garen looked solemn and nodded seriously.

"Well, my mission has just begun. According to His Highness Brunhil's order, in the next three years, I will be responsible for training a group of experts in battleship maintenance and operation for you."

"I will do my best to keep my secrets to myself...but I hope those soldiers in your legion are not just muscleheads."

The old man's words can be said to be a bit harsh.

But Garen, who had just gotten a new toy, was in a great mood, and even looked at this old guy much more pleasantly.

He has been coveting Adam's Hall of Valor for a long time.

Now, you can finally have a battleship of your own.

Among the three types of battleships: Opal Dragon, Storm, and Apocalypse, the Inquisitor belongs to the second level and is the main battleship of the Human Federation in the Golden Age.

After more than three hundred years, it is rare that it can still be preserved so completely.

No fuss with Quinn.

Garen waved his hand and ordered to Gallanold beside him, "Take Master Quinn to find a place to rest, and at the same time start training the first batch of battleship maintenance and operation talents. I will leave this matter to you."

"As you command!"

Gloria Nord's political skills are quite weak, so it is appropriate for her to do this.

Take Quinn and leave.

However, before Garen could go to the battleship to observe carefully, a flying dragon fell from the sky and brought him unexpected news, "Adam, he actually came to see me. This is a rare situation."

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