Discussions had already begun at the meeting when the dead man entered the tent, but the decision-maker currently sitting in the chair seemed completely indifferent to this.
The current realm cannot be conquered casually, and the two uncontrolled realms on the way are also reasons for having no choice but to compromise.
For example, the Thunder God in [13-7 Realm] was just a ball of lightning at the beginning, flowing in the clouds. Because the difficulty coefficient of the strategy and refining was relatively high, and the position was not important, it was not included in the formation. Refining and controlling the realm.
But as the difficulty level of the secret realm increases, the ball of lightning has now transformed into a thunder giant, and the consciousness generated can even communicate with the cultivator unimpeded.
So what cultivators can do now is to control these formation eyes, thereby indirectly controlling the environmental conditions of the realm. If the formation eyes are refined again, it is very likely that [11-7 Camp] will transfer all the formation eyes. Survivors have been 'eaten' before.
The seven B-level cultivators explained all the problems faced by their departments, and then turned their attention to the chief chair, who was looking sad.
Through the pained expression on the other side...it seems that it is indeed very difficult.
"Look..." The short-haired man hesitated for too long before seeing the chairman, and couldn't help but ask: "How should we proceed with the follow-up work?"
"Me?" Uncle Shizhai was stunned for a moment, and then he finally came to his senses. Then he blinked and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
"..."
The seven B-level cultivators on the bamboo table fell into silence. They were not surprised.
The uncle of the dead house also realized this embarrassing atmosphere and felt that something was slightly inappropriate. He immediately clapped his hands and changed the topic directly: "How are you discussing the full transfer of survivors?"
"..."
In this suffocating tent, the man who sent the text message sighed helplessly, and then re-explained what happened just now.
Uncle Shizhai pretended to think deeply for a moment, then nodded in realization and said: "That is to say, we now have to capture one more formation, but the process of capturing it will affect the migration of the camp, right?"
The seven B-level cultivators looked at each other. They always felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.
After a moment, the short-haired man added: "The 12-9 realm is currently the optimal solution. We have mentioned this a long time ago, but after the Chess Master chaos, we always felt that something was wrong."
"For example, we put all our attention on the realm of 12-9... What about the chess master?"
"Normally speaking, the chess saint, the spiritual consciousness of the secret realm, will definitely not make a move between 12 and 9 in a game of Go."
"But the recent disorderly behavior... makes us all feel that something is not right."
"After all, even if there is a ghost hand, we still have ways to deal with it, but if the chess master directly places the chess piece in the 12-9 realm, the consequences will be disastrous."
[11-7 Camp] is conquered by practitioners, so there is no need to worry about this problem, but [12-9 Sword Tomb] may be killed by white chess out of thin air.
The difficulty of protecting [Camp 11-7] is extremely high, and it requires hard work to conquer four unexplored areas. In this process, even if all seventeen B-level cultivators in the secret area risk their lives to fight, other I am afraid that more than half of the cultivators will be sacrificed.
"In that case, wouldn't it be great if we just attack [12-9 Sword Tomb]?" Uncle Shizhai looked a little curious.
The short-haired man shook his head, "The process of conquering the formations in the realm will lead to the 'stress' phenomenon in the realm environment. The current environment of 12-9 can still allow ordinary survivors to survive, but after the stress, We can't know for sure."
"It's mainly due to the Chess Master's chaos, otherwise [12-9 Sword Tomb] was not originally part of the strategy plan..."
"That's it..." Uncle Shizhai turned his attention to the chessboard on the bamboo table in front of him. This was the first time he had looked at it seriously since he entered the tent. The traces of blood on it were still scarlet, and it seemed that no matter when he looked at it, In the past, it looked like it had just been splashed on.
Then he said with a somewhat silent expression: "It's normal to think more about things, but if you look forward and backward in everything, how can you still look like a leader?"
"It is unrealistic to protect [Camp 11-7]. If there are too many casualties among cultivators, foreign forces may take advantage of this opportunity to sneak in, and the future of Huainan and Huaibei provinces will also be severely damaged."
"Survivors are of course the highest priority to be protected, but can the lives of cultivators be wasted at will? If you risk your own life just to avoid breaking a layer of skin on the survivors, that is purely sick."
"The situation in the camp is obviously dangerous, and the cost of defending it is unbearable for us."
"In this case, do we have to desperately choose another path that no one can accept because of the danger that no one can predict in [12-9 Sword Tomb]?"
Uncle Shizhai stood up, causing all the B-level cultivators present to clearly see the anime girl on his clothes. However, he did not care about these strange looks. Then he slowly lowered his body and poked with his finger. At the point where the scarlet blood is thickest.
【12-9 Sword Tomb】
“Just dry it on, and if there’s any problem, I’ll take care of it.”
"Now, the camp's comprehensive relocation plan begins."
…
"Honey, wake up."
The boy who had put his glasses aside was hugging the girl's slender waist tightly and resting his head on her soft and elastic thigh, unwilling to let go.
The girl shook him hard, and the other person held him a little tighter, and even rubbed him a few times, while making an unexplained nasal sound.
Because there was a notice to gather, many casual cultivators passing by looked at the two of them for their extremely sweet behavior, which made the girl blush.
"husband--!"
"Um?!"
Yin Hang was so frightened that he woke up from the dream that An Tong was angry and wanted to hit him, but the soft waist wrapped by his arms had no intention of letting go.
"Are you awake?" An Tong poked Yin Hang's nose. Seeing that he was still a little sleepy, she rubbed the side of his pillowed face.
Speaking of which, Jiang Shiyun rubbed herself like this when doing recess exercises to prevent her class teacher from finding out that she was sleeping in class... If you count the time now, it's probably the college entrance examination soon, right?
When An Tong took Yin Hang's hand and rushed to the meeting place, the president of the "For a Better World Society" whom she hated a little took the initiative to come over again.
An Tong couldn't bear the fact that the girl was not very beautiful, but she always deliberately talked to her husband.
(End of chapter)
