Unknown planet, Middle-earth continent, Iron Hills.

Like the blood sets, the towering rings of iron hills have drawn a long shadow.

In the backyard of Master Orn's home, a circle of people sat around Chang Hao and Jian Ling, with dullness and numbness on his face. Herbert leaned against the wall under the shade of the tree, and cigars were sucked one by one, as if only in this way could he relieve his shadow on the Tyron Zerg.

Chang Hao, Chang Ge and Emilia are modern people and they accept Zerg's settings relatively quickly, but their understanding of Zerg's image and strength is basically at the level of the movie "Galaxy Fleet". They can't even imagine what the galaxy scale of the Tyron Zerg would be like for a while.

"You mean the Tyron Zerg's nest fleet has more than one?" Chang Hao asked.

"If I remember correctly, the Tyran Zergs have at least seven fleets, each of which has different tactical characteristics. They often send fleets in a targeted manner according to the characteristics of the defensive power that is to invade the world." Jianling replied.

The sword spirit looked at everyone and said, "The truth is often very ugly. Now you are really not even a bug in the eyes of the Tyron Zerg. And it is useless to escapade, because the Tyron Zerg's purpose is to plunder the planetary resources to strengthen itself. Only those advanced civilizations have the ability to resist one or two on the front battlefield."

"If the Tyron Zerg arrives on Earth, can grandpa and the others stop it?" After knowing the power of the Zerg, grandpa's face suddenly appeared in Chang Hao's mind.

"It's a pity, it's not." Jian Ling really couldn't bear to tell Chang Hao the truth. Old Master Chang said that he wanted his grandson to grow up as soon as possible, and that it was true that he wanted to send him refuge. But looking at Chang Hao's anxious eyes, he really couldn't bear to continue to cheat.

"Old Master Chang is indeed powerful, but you also know that his spiritual power is getting worse and worse. After thousands of years of consumption, it is really not enough to save one ten. At that time, your father's strength was still far above the old man, and he had to spend a Zerg mothership at the cost of his life. The old man alone is powerless to make the world come true..."

Chang Hao clenched his fists, his face was gloomy and terrible. The ground under his feet began to crack and could not bear his anger. He kept taking a deep breath and tried his best to calm down.

Only he himself knows that this is not anger, it is fear, it comes from the fear of losing relatives, it is fear of losing everything.

Alien civilization invaded the earth. Before this "alien civilization" was clarified, everyone would face it with strong confidence, subconsciously thinking that humans could definitely win the war to defend their homeland, because there are countless such examples in history.

In World War II, facing the steel torrent of the *** army, the Allied Front staged miracles in the history of wars again and again, and the Battle of Stalingrad is a typical example.

Human beings generally have a common understanding: evil cannot defeat justice in the end. Even when facing alien civilizations, they still hold this attitude, but deliberately ignore the huge gap between civilizations.

But reality is cruel. There is no justice or evil in the universe. Even if there are, there are only more evil people who can defeat evil.

"I suggest that in your future practice, you should not be eager for quick success and instant benefits because of the Tyran Zerg. You should polish your realm more and ask Chang Ge for help." Jian Ling thought carefully for a while and said.

"I need my help? But I am far inferior to my brother in terms of cultivation? I only have advantages in modern scientific and technological research." Chang Ge said he was very puzzled.

"Because to be honest, for thousands of years, immortal cultivators have been practicing with spiritual power, but in the end no one can answer the question of "What is spiritual power?" "In this serious topic, the sword spirit rarely smiled: "But with the help of modern science, you may have the opportunity to figure out what spiritual power is. Once you figure out its essence, the immortal cultivation system may usher in a revolutionary evolution!"

"Your tone is like a psychological counselor, or you are just an intern." Chang Hao was a little amused and crying.

"Am I afraid that some people will be scared by the Tyron Zerg?" Jian Ling hummed twice: "The Tyron Zerg is not invulnerable to swords and guns. Bullets can penetrate their bodies, and immortal magic can still tear them into pieces, which is not invincible."

"You might as well tell you another good news. In fact, before you three left Earth, governments have already built space warships under the promotion of the old man and Gandalf. If those scientists give some force, they can expand the Earth's defense system to near-Earth orbit or even near the moon in the past few years."

Chang Ge was first happy when he heard this news, and then he was silent. She knew that the weight of the burden on her shoulders was that she must be smarter, stronger and more proactive than the scientists on earth, because she wanted to build a space fleet belonging to the bright field with her own strength.

As the sun was dusk, the night changed, and countless stars in the universe gradually became brighter. The secret meeting was disbanded, and Herbert was still moving against the wall. When he touched his pocket, he found that there was no cigar left by the boss who gave him.

"I have it." Panta's voice sounded, a cigar was stuffed to his mouth, matches were lit, and sparks were sparks, like inconspicuous fireflies under the night sky.

"What do you think after listening to Lord Jianling's words? Seeing you whip one by one, are you scared?" Panda, a panda man, winked and slighted.

"Fart, I'm just melancholy!" Herbert took a deep breath of cigarette butt.

"Melancholy? When will you dare to use such a vassal and elegant word?"

"I used to think that the most powerful enemy in the world should be there." Herbert pointed to the direction of the human empire, then looked up at the vast starry sky and sighed: "But who could have thought that the most powerful enemy actually came from the sky."

Panta nodded: "Yes, although the boss's hometown is going to be swallowed by the Tyron Zerg, if you leave it alone, the Tyron Zerg will sooner or later come to us."

Herbert stood up straight and walked to the fence of the backyard, where he could overlook the entire iron hills and vaguely see the border of the Orc Kingdom across the horizon.

"I used to think I was an ordinary bear man. After following the boss alone, I felt that my vision was getting higher and higher. Especially from today on, I had a feeling that I had left other orcs far behind."

Herbert's eyes were far-reaching, unlike a bear man: "The other orcs are still bent down and surrendering to the earth, and I have begun to look up at the stars."

Panta sneered: "We generally call this mentality awesomeness."

"Damn!" Herbert glanced at his poor brother: "In the future, we will all conquer the right-hand man of the universe with our boss. Can you be more elegant?"

"Okay, you rude, start pretending from the boss's eavesdropping words!" Panta mercilessly exposed Herbert, but he quickly returned to the topic: "Did the boss say when will you leave the Iron Hill?"

"It should be tomorrow."
Chapter completed!