mech warriors have no love

The atmosphere on the top of the cliff froze for a moment.

The round black bean eyes of the fur ball turned into a first-level alert red at some point, like a beast about to pounce on its prey, stretched its body, and its small claws tightly grabbed the clothes on César's shoulders.

Unexpectedly, César stops Micah.

He looked at Carl, who was backed by the light and had a gloomy expression, and took a step back. His clear green eyes were as deep as a pool at some point, reflecting countless darkness, as if his whole body was swallowed by the abyss.

One more step back, and you'll fall off the cliff.

Micah shuddered.

It has watched the children grow up little by little, from innocent babies who are babbling, to the present, and have to face an inevitable problem for all parents-the child has really grown up.

I don't know when, César has lost that youthful look, is tall and slender, and has changed towards a man.

Micah relaxed his paws, and a vague thought flashed across his mind.

How much it thinks that César is still the child who doesn't know anything.

It's a pity that when the child is grown up, it doesn't matter if they fall in love or do big things.

When Micah thought of the end, he was a little sad and angry. He glared at Karl viciously, jumped up and lay down on top of Cesar, muttering, "I'm just a weak little mech."

César stretched out a finger to poke it, which was barely comforting, and began to miss the touch of Lancelot's hair again.Thinking of Lancelot, most of the frost and snow that almost covered his heart had miraculously melted away, probably because the Union Marshal's firepower was too strong, and thinking of him warmed his heart.

The countless extreme thoughts that flashed through César's mind just stopped, and he reined in from the cliff. Under Karl's nervous gaze, he stood firmly on the edge of the cliff with both feet.The north wind and the snow, blowing from the end of the endless forest sea, whining, Carl's throat was dry, and just about to speak, César interrupted him: "What do you want me to do?"

Carl was taken aback by the unexpected answer.

The young man standing on the edge of the cliff still looks a little thin, but Karl no longer dares to underestimate this little nephew.

He smiled bitterly: "How do you ask me to answer..."

Let him accuse himself of being shameless?

César said slowly: "The council wants to arrest me and use me for cloning experiments. As for the life and death of me and other experimental subjects during the experiment, it doesn't matter. How many people will die if you want to carry out biological experiments?"

Karl shook his head: "There are too many dead people. Before we conduct the experiment, all except orphans will sign a voluntary treaty."

César asked, "Voluntary?"

Carl paused for a moment, but gave up on concealment: "...when I meet someone who is particularly suitable for the experiment, I will use other methods to get them to volunteer."

When he said these things, he always felt a little choked up in his throat. He originally thought that César would mock him, but he didn't expect César to still look at him indifferently, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to explain: "It's no longer needed now... we In other ways, the human body will no longer be used.”

César didn't care: "So, what do you want me to do?"

It has been more than a month since he came to the Beast Clan, but the Beast Clan didn't move, and he didn't know if he couldn't do it or if he could hold his breath.

Carl licked his dry lips: "We... need your cooperation to conduct some experiments. We won't do anything to you, and we respect your opinion."

"Because of Belling's tragedy?"

Karl froze for a moment, the little nephew spoke coldly, and when he was merciless, he would pick up a sharp knife and poke people's wounds.

He smiled wryly again: "Little nephew, let's be honest, the orc race is... at the end of its rope."

There are not many habitable planets in this star field, and the resources are not very rich.

Even if the Alliance didn't find it here, they wouldn't be able to hide here.

God seems to have no sympathy for this race. Because of their low mental strength, they were rejected by other races and degraded as inferior races in the mecha era. The bloody way they fought to the death was actually just to get a place. Be eliminated.

Unlike the ambition described by the alliance, they are only fighting to live, and there are countless orc warriors who died to live.

César looked calmly at Carl's slightly red eyes.

He didn't tell this cheap uncle who had never met before the first battle on Dar Star, that before he came to the Beast Race, he had little expectations for Bellin's relatives, or his relatives.

"Who is in charge of this experiment?" César asked after thinking for a long time.

Carl rubbed his stiff hands, and quickly understood what César meant, his eyes lit up: "He is the main researcher who presided over the biological experiment before."

César said: "I want Kagel to be the main person in charge of the experiment."

Carl was afraid that César would regret it: "Okay!"

"..." César gave him a strange look, "Why are you so unprincipled. I haven't finished my sentence yet."

Carl coughed lightly: "We... have been waiting since the day you were born."

It's just that he has never been able to get close to Delan Star to take away César, and has repeatedly rejected Lambert's request for communication, and Carl's teeth itch with hatred.

Later, the news that César died in the explosion and that the Leslie family took away the clones that César had cultivated since birth spread to the orcs. All the orc scientists thought that everything had come to an end.

It's a pity that there is no airtight wall in the world. On the day César returned from exile to Planet Delan, he used his mental power when he was attacked. Although the blame was all blamed on Lancelot, it still aroused suspicion.

The alliance's temptations were all dismissed lightly by Lancelot, but this suspicion spread to the orcs, causing another storm.

That's why Eugene appeared on Star Ruth.

Carl's family insisted on conducting experiments from beginning to end to save the orcs from the root.

Some people think that this is a useless struggle. It is the right way to take refuge in other countries outside the alliance, rely on the shade to recuperate, and then borrow the power of other countries to form the alliance.

Nearly two years have passed. When the Orcs and other countries joined forces to form an alliance, Karl's control over the Orcs was at its weakest.

The so-called natural loyalty is just a faint power in the blood, and that kind of power is negligible. Whether it is an alliance or an orc, as long as there are enough interests, they can do anything.

"Kagel has been in the Orcs for so many years, so he doesn't know anything." César paused, "Let him explain to me what this experiment will do, and I will give you an accurate answer when the time comes .”

Karl faintly felt that Cesare hadn't finished talking.

Sure enough, César's next sentence was: "The parliament is blinded by interests. Even if it knows that the space technology you give is a trap, it will step into it without hesitation." Anyway, even if something goes wrong, you will have to pay a heavy price Not them either.

He didn't say the words that everyone knew well, his eyes were clear and bright like stars: "I want you to tell me the problems in the technology. You don't need to finish it all at once. The experiment is divided into several stages, and it is successful." Just tell me part of it once."

Carl was worried for a long time, for fear that César would say "give me the space technology". Hearing this, he relaxed and pondered for a while: "This, we need to call all the elders to discuss..."

"If I'm not mistaken, although there is indeed a problem, it is the correct space technology. After all, Cagle is from the Alliance." César interrupted him when he wanted to bargain, with a cold tone that could not be refused, "Even if you If you don’t hand it over, the alliance will discover the disease sooner or later, and in the near future, it will be able to master the real technology. And the mental power problem of the orcs can’t be solved in a short time. Am I right?”

Carl was speechless.

"I don't want you to hesitate about this kind of thing." César finally left the dangerous cliff and walked up to Karl step by step.He was not as tall as Carl, but he didn't look up at him, as if the only people worth looking up to were Lambert and Lancelot.

The young man took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to Karl, with a little cunning in his eyes: "After all, I am the one who controls the initiative. Karl, believe it or not, this planet can't trap me?"

The furball frowned at the right time, grabbed Cesare's hair, grinned, and glared at Carl fiercely.

Carl was dumbfounded, took the candy, and nodded.

I was still a little moved in my heart: Although the little nephew looks cold, he is actually very sympathetic, and he also cares about his uncle, and even gave him a piece of candy after talking about it...

César muttered: "I don't like the mint flavor, so I'll give it to you."

After finishing speaking, he shook the snow on his collar, passed by, and walked back.

Carl reached out his hand subconsciously, but didn't hold him back: "...Cesar, are you doing it for Belling?"

César lowered his eyes, and the black coat was flapping in the wind.His footsteps were only stagnant, and he continued to move forward.

No matter what the reason is, it seems that there is no need to tell this cheap uncle.

César thought, touching the diary in his arms.

It was Belling's last relic. He found it from the password box when he was cleaning the old house.Carl couldn't open it, and he didn't want to violently destroy Bei Lin's things, so he left it alone.

César held the cipher box and deciphered it for most of the day, and there was only a diary lying quietly inside.

In the diary is the little Bei Lin, who recorded from the beginning of consciousness until he left the beast clan.

The furball rubbed against his cold hair: "Cesar, have you made up your mind? Are you really going to help them?"

César raised his eyebrows: "If Carl didn't lie to me, it doesn't matter if you help me."

The hair ball slowly rubbed back on his shoulder: "But if this is the case, won't the orcs launch a crazy attack on the alliance when they really solve these problems?"

"Their experiment... has a high probability that it will not be successful. It is not a simple matter to change the gene." César thought for a while, "Don't tell Lancelot first, tell him after the first stage is over. "

Mao Qiu was stunned for a while before he understood what César meant—telling Lancelot, wouldn't that mean the Alliance would send troops to surround the orcs to death?

In that case, wouldn't the orc race speed up the pace of extermination?

César patted it: "Besides fluffy, do you have any other roles? Lancelot will change the situation of the alliance, and the negotiations will go smoothly. I believe him."

Hairball:"……"

Are you serious?

César was silent for a moment: "At present, this is the only way to go. Let's take a step and see."

Micah sighed slightly.

César grabbed it and rubbed it twice, then walked briskly back to Belling's former residence, took out the diary from his arms, and turned to the last page.

Peeking at the diary is very bad.

With a slight sense of guilt, César stared at the delicate handwriting on the last page of the diary.

Above are the three wishes that Beilin wrote down before leaving the beast clan.

"I hope my children can grow up safely and happily,

I hope that the orcs are all well, find out the secret of the gene, and no longer be trapped.

Hope the Lamb special stops me from eating the snack again, it's really annoying. "

César stared blankly for a while, took out a pen, and wrote the answer seriously on the back:

Sorry, Mom, I peeked on purpose.

I grew up.

Take it easy for now, I'll do my best.

Dad and I still want to continue to discipline you, it's really not good to eat too many snacks.