Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

Maybe the machine is going bad, Orwell thought gloomily.At the beginning of the expedition, she could still be seen showing fatigue, but recently, she couldn't even see the fatigue.She became more ruthless and stubborn in order to maintain her uncanny optimism.Such a performance can't help but remind people of a certain image of a tyrant that often appears in history.Apparently, she was completely distorted because of too heavy a task and too lonely position.Maybe it's time to consider fighting without her support... Has she researched this herself? Alexander, who was also silent, raised his eyes and snapped his fingers in his ear.This is the signal of secret talk.Orwell nodded and opened the interface.

"A little less than five thousand pages." "What... oh yes, when I got to Natron, you must have written 2,500 pages." "Yes. The bugs make slime strips at the roots of big trees to prevent crabs from diving into the ground and cutting off the roots." "Excellent plot development. Although many leaves were cut and many friends were killed in battle, the bugs still vowed to save their homeland..." "It's also thanks to the brave bugs who have been chosen to fight their way from branch to branch, allowing me to write colorful episodes."

"Finally, we overcome many obstacles and reach the roots of the big tree, guard against the invasion of crabs, unite together, and block the crabs with mucus and silk threads-this is really a climax." "Is that so? Even I am very excited when I write this. I can't help but want to know the follow-up development since I wrote the story myself. Next, Xiao Chong visits the great Elder Wu Lu and digs out the Brilliant gems, summoning countless ants to repair the wounds of the big tree..." Stories that lasted for 100,000 years began to spread among messengers unknowingly.Alexander spoke enthusiastically, with a boyish gleam in his eyes.Orwell smiled as he listened.

"...Finally, we reached the place where the main trunk began to fork. Finally, there is hope that we can wipe out the crabs. If we win here, the tree will regain its vitality, and it will be able to swing the crabs down with its own strength. " "But the bear spoke." Orwell spoke quietly.Alexander stopped. "The bear, who hadn't spoken the first time, just stood and looked at the crab, did. 'You guys are so bad,' he said. You bugs are drying up the tree I sleep on, so I'm going to take your tree too. withered, so that you may know what has afflicted my tree."

Alexander sighed heavily.The excitement just now is gone. "...What, I'm just a children's literature that encourages good and punishes evil, I've said it a long time ago." "If you ask me, I think it is better not to stick to children's literature. This story can be modified a little bit, and it is a very good fantasy narrative poem. How about rewriting?" "Who am I writing for, have you forgotten?" Alexander looked up.Orwell saw painful longing in his face. "I remember..." "If you rewrite it, she won't be able to find it."

"Do you really think it can be delivered?" "certainly!" Alexander cried out, but there was no anger on his face. A long silence followed. Orwell looked up at the sky.The Nile River just ended the flood period, and the sky was dyed dull gold by the dust blown up by the wind, like a copper cover covering the earth.Looking down, there is a beautiful girl in a white toga robe by the water who is directing the pelican to fish.Feeling Orwell's gaze, she smiled and waved to him. "Why is Katie telling us this news now?" Withdrawing his gaze, Alexander stroked his chin and thought.Orwell replied casually, "It's because I just received the news."

"Is that so... I think she said it at the right time. That's when we started to get confused." "why?" "Give us a shot in the arm." Alexander closed his eyes and frowned. "The enemy's true identity, true purpose, and unmistakable victory conditions. She sees that these things are necessary for us." "Are you saying that she made up those things? Impossible, you'll find out as soon as you investigate. But then again, even if it's true..." "She wants us to completely destroy the enemy base twelve light-years away. Katie really thinks morale can be boosted by making up a story?"

Orwell smiled wryly, "As a reader, you can write the story in any way you want. In short, I hope there will be an ending." "Tell the bear about that." The pelican flapped its wings and sprinkled the girl with water.She laughed like a silver bell.A rainbow appeared nearby, like a spirit in a river.Alexander looked at her, a smile-like expression slowly appeared on his face. "Is that girl a slave?" Orwell asked. "Well, it's a gift. The incarnation of Horus and Pharaoh, the son of Ra, sent it together when he rewarded this house." "Are you literate?"

"No recognition at all. Everything I write is thrown around as snot wipes." The girl who ran to the balcony gave Orwell a salute with her hands crossed on her chest, then grabbed Alexander's arm and spoke quickly.Orwell could understand the spoken language of some Egyptian people and liked the canary-like voice, so there was no need for translation. She seemed to be begging for something, but Alexander shook his head frequently with an unhappy expression, and finally reprimanded her.The girl went back dejectedly. "What's wrong?" "I said I wanted to write more stories about worms for her. Not long after the worm was born, she almost drowned in a tree branch with stagnant water. She liked that plot very much and pestered me several times. She didn't know Nan How many people died in Tewasi Boulder City."

It was a beautiful half-water and half-land city floating in the South Pacific.Not long ago, Alexander and his comrades fought side by side there. ETs have never developed ship-like means of moving in liquid environments, which may have something to do with the planetary environments in which they were created.But in Nantwasi, primitive boat-shaped individuals with floating bags appeared for the first time.At the cost of huge sacrifices, Alexander and his comrades killed the danger of ET's ability to cross the sea in the bud. Orwell shook his head, pushing the memory of that time out of his mind.

"This is not the attitude a storyteller should have. The source and material of the story are only related to the author." "That's what it says..." Alexander covered his face.Orwell vaguely sensed his hesitation.He is afraid that he will lose his original goal.Miumira, who can deeply understand Alexander's nature and mission, is hidden in the distance of the intricate branches of time, and even her face is gradually blurred. It's dangerous, but Orwell just said, "Anyone who wants a story, just give them a story . . . just let that girl ask for it. What's her name?" "I don't know yet." "Then go ahead and ask." "But if you do that..." Alexander hesitated to speak, but eventually a weak smile emerged slowly. "I say, Orwell." "Ok." "We've worked really hard, don't you think?" "I admit that the task is too heavy." This is what Orwell said.To this day, he has never thought of giving up. Alexander nodded vigorously. "Maybe we can make a lot of people happy. Instead of making up a story that has no end, let more people..." Orwell didn't say anything, just watched the girl sweeping the flagstone floor. Six months later a court-martial was called to try Alexander.He delayed his own freezing and lived a nomadic life, wandering around like a bard, telling stories to humans.This—behavior was reported. It was Katie Sack who arrested him.The charge was avoiding a fight.The reason why the most serious charge of crimes against humanity was not applied may be a strategy to avoid the antipathy of the majority of the messengers.Still, most of the couriers voted guilty. Alexander was sentenced to a temporary freeze, and he had to sleep until the courier was victorious. In a secret ballot, Orwell also voted guilty.However, this was not for the purpose of serious military discipline like other messengers, nor was it because Alexander gave up Mimira. Orwell wanted his asceticism to end. In Alexander's heart, the human element is probably more pure than Orwell's.It is the maiden whom he loves as an individual, who has not extended her affections to the whole of humanity.This is more natural.Orwell understood that most messengers were like this.On the contrary, I am one of the very few examples, extremely special. Then, in the bottom of Orwell's heart, he also held a trace of envy for Alexander-just like the envy of the cursed for the free. Orwell could never forget Saga.Because what he loved was not only her personally, but also her ideal. Orwell leaves Egypt to travel far away.Walked tens of thousands of kilometers on foot, crossed the stormy sea with a simple boat, drifted to a small island in the far east, built a site here, and entered a frozen state. One thousand two hundred and thirty years later, after four hundred and forty-seven battles, he was awakened by ET who accidentally entered Shiki Mountain. Branches flew horizontally, snow and smoke drifted away, and giant trees fell down with a roar.The remains of the monkeys were scattered all over the place.Shards of iron, red rust, and sterling silver flew high. Monkeys lined up in three rows and carrying torches filled the road under the cliff, firing artillery fire at the king of "Envoy" who was fighting in the front row.Wang Dan pointed out fine gravel, and the two collided together, blooming a flower of flame.Gray smoke rose up, and then was blown away by the sword wind, revealing the figure of the king again. Daqunmao jumped up.This is a variant that can jump three times as far at a time and is known as long-legged.Speaking of which, most Maos have evolved long legs now.They have agility that is difficult for ordinary people to match. They jump around and will kill when they see the right opportunity. The great sword with light draws dazzling silver arcs.Among the fragments of Uo's head and legs were streaks of red blood.Mao has no blood, it is the king's.Yayo, who was overlooking the battle situation on the cliff, asked behind him in a low voice: "Are you ready?" "Just a little while longer." "yes?" Yayo's voice didn't change at all.She just stood there with a calm expression on her face as if she didn't care about anything.The soldiers were already working their limbs off, and not a single one complained.At this time, there is no point in worrying. But she screamed heart-piercingly thousands of times in her heart. Finally, the captain, who was out of breath, reported that he was ready.Mi Yugao raised his spear and ordered: "Smash!" The big rock, hoisted up from the swamp behind, fell with a loud rumble.Until the stone rolled behind him, Wang was still beheading the monster, and then he jumped far behind.The boulder brushed against his body and rolled like an avalanche, crushing more than twenty monsters. The soldiers slid down the cliff to meet the king.While running, Yayu stroked the countless wounds on Wang's arm.The soldiers guarding around called out to their comrades in front. Wang asked in a low voice: "Katie, the distance of the enemy's main force? Kati!" "About eight kilometers...Sorry, this is the data from 70 minutes ago. The base by Lake Victoria is in fierce battle. The support over there is inseparable." "Does it mean that we will catch up in half a day?" Then, Wang turned his head and patted Miyu's back lightly. "Don't cry, I'll be back in the morning." Zhezhi Pass fell, and the army retreated from Iga to Yamatai.In order to try his best to stop those monsters who could not be dealt with with sword and spear, the king sent most of his soldiers back to build the fortress.There are only a few dozen people in the back of the palace, including the king of "Envoy".Although it is said that relying on the natural danger of the valley to defend, but relying on this to block the enemy troops rushing up is tantamount to fantasy.In the past few days, a group of people have fought and walked, stopping every few hours to fight back. After crossing the valley, the Yamatai field is not far away. You can see the wooden building in the center of the mountain top, which is the fortress that blocks the passage of the entire valley.The momentum of the building is quite magnificent.Wang said while running: "This fortress is very good. If the dog slave country comes to attack, it will not be able to take it down in two or three years." "If the monster fires the cannon, it will only take three days." "That's not enough. Look at the sky, it's rain clouds. The monsters don't have rubber, and the electrical system is very fragile. When it rains, you can rest for a while." Wang pointed to the low-hanging black clouds and said loudly.There was a rumbling sound of winter thunder in the distance.