“Sizi….”

A harsh electric current kept coming out, with a messy noise.

"Can you connect with the support force?"

In the ice-fenced fortress, in the room at the top of a tall clock tower, a tall man with heavy armor covered with claw marks and mottled blood asked in a deep voice, with indescribable impatience in his voice.

In front of him was a huge stone platform, with fine gold-plated magic patterns on the stone platform. Bright magic energy particles flowed in it like water, driving the operation of the magic array.

Several mages wearing mage robes were also busy and constantly casting various magical spells to detect stone platforms, hoping to find out the problem.

Their eyes were covered with bloodshot, and their bodies were stained with all kinds of stains and dim blood, and they were not as noble as the mage.

"Sorry, sir, we still cannot communicate with each other."

Hearing this, the man in heavy armor leaned weakly against the wall and sighed in a low voice.

They and the support forces have been missing for five days. After receiving the warning message from Gria City late at night on November 25, they never received any news.

But this cannot be blamed for the connecting magic circle of Flying Fortress, nor for the mage team in Flying Fortress.

The Frozen Fortress is one of the seven fortresses in the Empire. Whether it is legion configuration or material allocation, it is the top presence.

Because they have to face hundreds of years of natural disasters in the empire, a disaster that cannot be cut off from the root.

Even their communication array is the strongest fortress-level array, which can connect the entire empire.

When necessary, they could even connect organizations such as the Ring of Truth in the Eastern Plains, as well as the Principal Union in the South of the Empire.

But now, the world's top communication array cannot break through the thin layer of black mist outside the fortress.

The strange black mist that surged out of the Forest of Skeletons surrounded the frozen fortress as if endlessly.

The mist with a strange color turned the clear sky into a dark sky, and the air in sight became gloomy.

Once the communication information of the empire was sent from the bell tower, it would be swallowed up by the black fog outside the fortress, and they could not send any message at all.

For the people in the Frozen Fortress, they may not know what this actually means.

But for the silver-level heavy armored warriors, what this means is simply clear.

"Captain of the Legion, why don't you notify the reinforcements to return and let them build a second line of defense with the three cities in the far north as the fortress."

The spirit of the heavy armored man sinks into the Legion communication channel and directly uses advanced permissions to encrypt private chats with the Legion Commander.

"Oh, is that brave and resolute Baker missing? Why is he so decadent now?"

The calm and majestic voice of the Legion Commander came from the void and was transmitted to the ears of the heavy armored man along the spiritual network temporarily built by the communication device.

Although the communication array is blocked, fortunately the individual contact device can still be used, otherwise their command system would probably be half paralyzed.

"Legislative Commander, don't joke at this time. I believe you understand what I mean."

"Although the communication array in our fortress is no longer the grand occasion of its lost era, it is also the top array in the world today."

"In theory, even the golden level existence that sublimates the will and condenses the holy marks cannot block our magic circle."

"But now, this thin layer of black fog is so simple to block our communication signals. I believe you can understand what this means."

Baker chuckled helplessly, and then his tired mental fluctuations came out in reverse, revealing his low will.

He was not afraid of death or failure. All he was afraid of was the fortress being broken, the entire northern border was reduced to hell, and countless people in the northern border fell into famine and war.

What he feared was that the place where he grew up would become a wasteland, and that his relatives and comrades fell in front of him.

Baker grew up in Frozen Fortress since childhood, and his parents were once a member of the Frozen Fortress garrison.

Because of the special nature of the Ice Fortress, the legions here will not rotate regularly to the garrisoned legions near other cities.

Instead, guarding the frontier day after day, year after year, blocking all dangers from the high walls.

Therefore, for the physical and mental health of the soldiers in the legion, they were granted permission to bring their families to the Frozen Fortress to live without being separated from their families all year round.

Of course, because of the cold climate and harsh weather in the frozen fortress, it is not easy to cast a building for people to live in.

In other words, the military camp of the frozen fortress can withstand this kind of natural disaster weather. Although other buildings are not damaged in the storm and snow, if someone really lives in it, it is estimated that it will be frozen into popsicles in only three days.

Because of the high cost, the Frozen Fortress cannot build a large-scale city.

Countless temporary residents who make a living here and adventurers who repair transactions here will return to the south before the cold wave arrives, and wait until the cold wave in the north passes before returning.

But Baker is different. He has seen the sky light in the far north, the style of spring, summer and autumn, and has also experienced countless storms and snowstorms.

This fortress appears to others as a closed castle, an isolated island.

But for him, this is his only home and the last bond in this world.

"Baker, Baker."

The call of the Legion Commander came from the spiritual network, and Baker's free spirit began to wake up and began to receive information from the outside world.

"Baker, is something happening?"

Hearing the corps commander's anxious inquiry, Baker strongly cheered up and squeezed out a few smiles and replied: "Sorry, corps commander, I was distracted just now."

The spiritual network was silent for a moment, as if all the mental fluctuations were gone.

Distracted and mentally exhausted, these are almost very distant words for the strong men of the Silver Level.

Because the symbol of the silver rank is to awaken the soul and cast the second organ of thinking.

The essence of their lives was further purified and sublimated, and began to break free from the concept of "human", and officially embarked on the extraordinary path.

The body begins to evolve leap, hardware is further upgraded, and the brain is no exception.

Even the warriors' intelligence, perception and other aspects will grow rapidly in the process of condensing miracle power, reaching the level of a black iron-level spellcaster.

This is also natural. After all, if they only upgraded the hardware without upgrading the software, they would not be able to control the increasingly powerful body.

It may even hit the wall before it could react. How could this uncontrollable force be considered truly powerful?

The awakening of the soul means that their thinking has directly become dual-stop, which greatly enhances their endurance and combat capabilities.

In the event of a long battle, they can rest their brains and then control their bodies to fight.

However, because the silver-level soul is only a preliminary awakening, it cannot completely replace the role of the brain.

It's okay when the battle situation is simple and low, and it can be easily dealt with, but once the battle situation is fierce and the intensity of the war is escalating, they will inevitably need to awaken their brains to exert all their combat power.

Otherwise, if you hang up and fight, you may have to die suddenly on the battlefield.

Now, even a strong man of the silver level cannot get a chance to breathe. He is so mentally exhausted that he wants to be distracted, you can imagine how critical their current battle situation is.

"Baker, take a break, your mental state is very dangerous now."

The chief of the Legion sighed and comforted Baker, whose eyes were covered in blood, with a sense of comfort in his mental fluctuations.

"Thank you very much for your concern, but now is not the time for me to wait for a break."

"And, this black mist gave me an ominous premonition, and I felt that resting in this situation was not a suitable choice."

Hearing Baker's answer, the commander of the legion in the command post under the frozen fortress walls could not help but stagnate.

Because he knew that Baker's answer was right, this black fog really brought them a great sense of crisis.

Even elite troops who have not experienced the ritual of enlightenment can perceive this danger, and the higher the level of life, the more sensitive they are to the premonition of this danger.

Although the strange twisting feeling that seemed to be everywhere was indifferent, it always lingers around them, making them restless.

So even ordinary soldiers can fall asleep quickly under this situation and restore their exhausted energy.
Chapter completed!