The telegraph operator quickly leaned on the table to record the content, and said in a trembling voice: "The other party has received it and is now forwarding it."

The mage supervisor breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was that the lich would destroy the telegraph lines. In this way, Edin Island would really become an isolated island. The lich might be wreaking havoc for several days, or even completely occupy it, and no one outside would know.

Rutherford grabbed the supervisor, frowned and asked: "How long will it take for Rumancheng and Archduke Julius to receive the news?"

The supervisor said: "The red realm is the highest priority. All units will stop all work at hand to forward this telegram and ensure that the other party has received it, otherwise it will continue to be sent.

It will only take two hours at the fastest for the news to be delivered to His Majesty and Archduke Julius."

City Lord Rutherford breathed a sigh of relief. He had reported the news as soon as possible and fulfilled his responsibility. Now it was time to consider how to deal with this lich.

Rutherford turned around and ordered the attendants in front of him: "Go get my armor and weapons, gather all those who can still fight, and follow me to the port."

"Sir, the port is now shrouded in strange fog." the soldier reminded.

Rutherford sighed and said: "At this time, we can't worry about so much. Before all the people evacuate, we have to stop the lich."

The mage took out his staff and said with a smile: "Sir, wait, I will go with you."

"Your Excellency?" Rutherford showed an unexpected expression. The mage at the telegraph station was just an employee of the Flying Eagle Group and had nothing to do with the local government. He had no such obligation.

The mage said calmly: "There is no justice and evil in magic, but people do."

Then he turned to look at his telegraph operator and said, "You are moving the equipment to the basement. Do you all know the emergency destruction procedures?"

Several telegraph operators nodded nervously, and one of them picked up an iron bucket in the corner. It contained kerosene, which could be poured into the telegraph machine and ignited in an emergency. This would burn the entire telegraph machine and prevent it from falling into the enemy's hands.

in hand.

The mage nodded with satisfaction, pulled his robe, smiled flatly, and followed Rutherford and the others out. The thick smoke from the port had covered half of the island.

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Electric current travels across thousands of miles on expensive telegraph wires, traveling at an instantaneous speed.

The northern end of the entire telegraph network is the headquarters of the Ruman Empire's Northern Barbarian Crusade Army, and the southern end reaches the peacekeeping force headquarters in Haligard. It spans almost the entire continent and an ocean from north to south.

The signal sent from Edin Island passed through one communication node after another and quickly spread across the mainland.

At the peacekeeping force headquarters outside Haligad, more than 300,000 troops gathered, surrounding the entire city from all sides.

Outside the city, the camps are connected, with flags like a forest, and sentry towers densely packed. It can be said to be a real bird's-eye view.

At this moment, the battlefield is still filled with loud killings. Under the cover of the peacekeeping forces, the new army is working hard to transport earth and fill the trenches under Haligad City.

The Southern Army fired arrows desperately, and the peacekeepers fired back with artillery. The two sides fought fiercely, but the progress of the siege was still slow.

As the telegraph station of the peacekeeping force headquarters, there is no doubt that it is very busy, so much so that there are two machines as backup at all times, and the telegraph operators have to be replaced every two hours of work.

Three long and two short radio signals repeated three times

When the telegraph operator received it, everyone was stunned for the first time. However, they still instinctively wrote down the contents of the telegram.

When he drew the closing symbol, he lowered his head and looked at the three long and two short words at the beginning, and unconsciously translated them into the words "Red Alert". Then the telegraph operator shouted and jumped up from his chair: "My day~!

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At the same time, the people around me stared blankly at the suddenly crazy telegraph operator and asked: "What's wrong?"

The telegraph operator took a deep breath and trembled: "Red alert, it's red alert~!"

Everyone in the telegraph room took a breath of air-conditioning at the same time.

Everyone originally believed that the red alert, which was the highest priority, would only exist in theory.

Because he not only meant that the news should be delivered as soon as possible, but also that the news should be delivered to the highest local military and political officials as soon as possible.

Even if this old man is happily "having sex" right now.

This means something big has happened.

In order to illustrate the importance, the telegraph operators' regulations specifically cite several examples, such as super strong earthquakes and tsunamis, sudden large-scale enemy attacks, the sudden death of His Majesty the Emperor, and the destruction of Ruman City by a meteorite.

Telegraph operators on the battlefield were particularly sensitive to this, which may represent a sudden reversal of the war situation.

The supervisor's expression suddenly changed. He rushed to the telegraph operator, snatched the telegram from his hand, put it into the translator's hand, and ordered: "Translate, immediately!"

The translator translated the symbols into words as fast as he could in his life, and his face suddenly changed, showing a look of horror.

The supervisor grabbed the telegram in his hand, glanced at it quickly with a frown, cursed, raised his head and said to everyone in the telegraph room: "Temporarily block the message, prohibit entry and exit, and wait for my order."

He turned around and strode out of the telegraph room.

The people around looked at the pale translator and asked nervously: "What happened? What's written on it?"

"Did Hadu's reinforcements arrive?"

The translator was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses and said, "Edin Island was... attacked by a lich."

"Lich~!" Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"They are here for revenge..." someone whispered.

"What a good time to choose."

The mage in charge ran out of the tent with the telegram in his hand, waved his staff and flew up, passing over the many tents and heading straight for the Chinese army headquarters.

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Chapter completed!