Age of Adepts

Lance plane.

Inside the huge metal fortress, all the machines are roaring and running with the highest efficiency.

In the metal vein nearly a thousand meters underground, there are hundreds of construction machinery bodies busy in the dark tunnel. There are no human beings here at all, so there are no lamps for lighting. All the mechanical bodies are busy in and out in the deep darkness, transporting the mined ore into the elevator shaft.

Most of these newly mined ores are iron ores rich in metal components. They need to be transported to the crushing workshop to be broken into fine slag, and then sent to the smelting workshop for preliminary metal extraction, and then sent to the Refineries melt and cast metal ingots that are easier to transport and store...

The machines in the closely connected workshops are roaring, and the conveyor belts are running non-stop until the metal ingots with a square meter of one meter and a weight of one ton are transported to the storage workshop. This fully automated metal mining, smelting, casting The process is officially complete.

Ever since Brain Monster Gazlowe commanded the metal fortress to take root in the Stonetalon Mountains, the mining of resources and the creation of magical equipment here have never stopped. In just three to five years, a huge ore vein stretching hundreds of kilometers has been excavated in sevens and eighties. The base of the entire Stone Claw Mountain Range has been dug out, and serious ground subsidence and mountain collapses have occurred in many areas. .

And the brain monster Gazlowe obtained as many as 110,000 magical warriors.

It's a pity that they are just the original body of the magical warrior, not the combat body with the intelligent control center activated. It wasn't that Gazlowe didn't want to activate them all, but... the energy supply of the metal fortress couldn't keep up.

Each magic warrior wants to maintain normal activities throughout the day, and basically needs to consume 4-6 magic energy batteries. If faced with a tense battle, the energy consumption will be doubled. However, the magical energy produced by the magic melting furnace that the brain monster Gazlowe fully activated can only fill 800 magic batteries at most in one day.

Besides, besides the energy-consuming mana battery, Metal Fortress also has many magic machinery manufacturing and research workshops that require a lot of mana to maintain its operation. After seven deductions and eight deductions like this, the daily output of 500 magic energy batteries by the magic furnace is already a limit.

In order to save magic energy to the greatest extent, all the magic warriors who came off the assembly line remained in the original body state and were not activated, and then they were stuffed into the hollowed out mountainsides in batches. And the metal fortress only maintains a minimum of 150 magical warriors.

After these years of recuperation, the brain monster Gazlowe finally managed to accumulate nearly a million mana batteries. This also means that the brain monster Gazlowe, who has endured for many years, finally has a material basis for a strong outbreak.

While Gazlowe was silently considering which of the nearby dragon lords to strike, a rare visitor arrived at the metal fortress.

"Dear Ms. Alice, welcome to Metal Fortress. I wonder what I can do for you?" Although Gazlowe is one level higher than Alice in rank, the brain monster controlled by others is very Know where you stand. Therefore, facing this woman who is very likely to become his mistress, it is also extremely flattering and enthusiastic.

Wearing a robe of purple stars, Alice, who had become beautiful again, stood alone in the huge empty metal hall, and all she could see was the silver metal floor, nothing else. Since the magic furnace where Gazlowe lives has become the source of magic energy for the entire metal fortress, it is impossible to leave the power cabin easily, so he can only communicate with Alice in the form of spiritual messages.

Alice was holding a mysterious witch staff that was much taller than herself, and the lively and active magic elf Helen was floating on her shoulders. She squinted her eyes and looked around before asking softly, "Your Excellency Gazlowe?" , I wonder if you have received the warning message from the Flame Throne a while ago?"

A moment later, the empty metal hall immediately overflowed with Gazrovina's unique mental fluctuations.

"I have already received it, and in response to their call, I dispatched 200 magic warriors and 20,000 magic batteries."

"These are not enough to solve the crisis facing the Scarlet Throne!" Alice resolutely said.

"That's not my problem, beautiful lady!" Gazlowe said with a sneer, "The order my master left me before leaving is to guard this metal fortress and provide the Crimson family with a stable and safe plane stronghold." .As for everything that happens in the wizarding world, it is not within the scope of my management authority!"

"But the Scarlet Throne is of great significance to your master, it should not be thrown away in the hands of the enemy in this way!"

"I still have the same answer!" Gazlowe insisted, "This is not my problem. If you want me to pay more, please get the master's order."

Alice smiled slightly.

Although Greem still maintains a weak line of contact with her, but he is in a dangerous place, and it is impossible to contact her at any time, so Gazlowe's insistence in front of him is actually just an excuse.

Apparently, Gazlowe had already regarded the entire metal fortress and its appendages as his own private property, and was unwilling to dedicate more to 'others' other than his master. Although it doesn't mind cooperating with other wizards of the Crimson Family, it is wishful thinking to use its troops and resources.

Alice was obviously prepared for such a situation.

"Your Excellency Gazlowe, you are planning to take the route of spiritual alienation! I wonder what you think about the future direction of advancement?"

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

After another moment, Gazlowe's mental fluctuations reappeared.

"I heard that you are a great witch of fate! I don't know what suggestions and guidance you have for my current development?" Surprisingly, the third-level brain monster who was a little arrogant just now is particularly humble at this moment, and his figure is also very special. the softness.

"I can't talk about any advice or guidance, but I'm just curious and interested in your current situation. A proud and smart person like you naturally has long-term plans and adjustments for his life, but I need to remind you of a problem... …Never, ever, never underestimate the development of the source!"

There was another moment of silence in the hall.

"You mean to say that I've strayed a little from my roots now?"

Alice smiled calmly again.

"What do you say?"

"...I was originally a goblin duke in the goblin empire. In order to get rid of the shackles of life, I tried every means to alienate my brain into the current form. For this reason, I even completely abandoned my previous goblin identity and completely regarded myself as a Brain monster. So... the source of my soul should be... mental power!"

"It's good that you understand!" Alice gently grabbed Helen flying in front of her eyes with her hands, and put her on her shoulders again, and then said: "The origin of your soul follows the route of spiritual alienation. The characteristic that came out is that it can assimilate heterogeneous metals infused with magical energy. This powerful ability has become your most powerful tool, helping you build such a magnificent metal fortress. If there are no energy and resource constraints, you can build one alone The City of Steel is more than enough..."

Hearing Alice's flattering words, Gazlowe didn't feel half happy, but waited quietly for the turning point in the other party's words.

Sure enough, as soon as Alice changed her tone, she said the words she didn't want to hear the most in her heart.

"It's a pity that such a powerful ability has confused you and made you forget the origin of your soul. Your origin is spiritual power, not the forging of heterogeneous magic weapons. Creating so many magic warriors may bring you I have a false illusion that I am getting stronger, but... I want to ask you one more question, has your own strength really strengthened since you chose to fuse with the magic furnace?"

The metal hall fell silent again.

This time it was really dead silent, even the continuous rumbling noise in the distance and the faint vibration under the feet stopped suddenly. This metal city made purely of exotic metal suddenly fell into a true dead silence.

It's been a long time...

Only after Gazlowe's mental fluctuations did he connect to Alice again.

"It seems that I have wasted all these years, and spent all my energy on the meaningless creation of the magic weapon army. If I can't find a development path that really suits me, maybe my evolution The road will always stay at level 3. This... this... is something I... absolutely cannot bear..."

"Don't always go to extremes in your thinking. Your current behavior is not completely wrong. At least on the premise that you can absolutely guarantee your own safety, you have the opportunity to consider the future development route. You have not really Waste, at least, the magic weapon corps you created protects your safety, and becomes the body and cornerstone to carry out and execute your will in the future. As long as you find the right direction, with the help of these magic weapon corps, your progress will be faster. Much faster..."

"But I'm very confused... I really don't know how a real brain monster should advance? Make my brain split and proliferate, or find a way to devour the brains of some other intelligent life? I'm very confused and very confused ..."

"Maybe I can provide you with a suitable way to obtain the knowledge of brain monster advancement..."

"real……"

Gazlowe's mental fluctuations turned sharply violent, and his roaring spiritual 'secret language' echoed rumblingly throughout the metal fortress. Fortunately, Alice cut off the spiritual channel between the two of them in advance, otherwise she would definitely be stunned by the "mental shock wave" of a third-level brain monster.

"But my messages are never free, now it depends on how much you are willing to pay for it!"

Then, the whispers of Alice and Gazlowe sounded in this metal hall, and the voices of the two became smaller and smaller.

Finally, the daily 'calm' was restored in the hall again!