Chapter 1338： Before returning home

The "door" made of leaves and vines retreated to the sides with a rustling sound. The petite blond elf stepped into this open chamber from the dim corridor, and she carefully stepped over the shimmering light. A plant catheter that resembles a blood vessel or nerve fiber, walking towards Bertila and whispering: "I...woke up and heard a lot of noise outside, so I came here to take a look..."

"Lots of sounds?" Bertila was startled, and quickly reacted, "Are you talking about the movement heard in the nerve resonance? Sorry, it woke you up-that was the nerve signal from the wasteland border."

While talking, she slowly walked out of the vines where she lived. The luxuriant vines and leaves detached from behind her like a robe and receded back, forming a throne-like structure, and her sight fell on On the petite elf in front of—

The young elf called "Berna" wore only a plain clothes, and the exposed skin on his arms, back and legs could be seen everywhere in light green with complex runes interspersed with golden threads and connected to The lines together, these runes and lines are complicated but orderly forming a tattoo-like "array", and where there is no rune coverage, her skin presents a white to almost transparent texture, and the texture under the skin The blood vessels are faintly visible, but there seems to be some kind of luminous..."solution" flowing inside.

These features, which are obviously different from normal humans or elves, are covered on Berna’s body, giving this young "elf" out of thin air an inhuman feeling like an alchemy doll. She stands in front of Bertila. , The runes on the body surface flowed a little light, and then glanced at the vines and nerve nodes that had shrunk into the "throne", and carefully asked: "The border...Is the border still hitting hard?"

"The battle is fierce, but you don't have to worry about this—the enemy is a group of reptiles that can only lie in the wasteland. They can't beat the Plains of the Holy Spirit," Bertila said casually, with unabashed contempt, and then she Looking at Berna, despite the lack of expression changes on her face, her tone still showed a little care, "It’s you, your body has just completed the last stage of growth. Now you need to take a good rest to allow the nervous system to adapt. Go back to the room. Go, or find friends in the neural network to play..."

"I can't sleep, I feel very energetic..." Berna said softly, seeming a little distressed, "And the neural network is full of news about the southern battlefield, and friends I know are talking about it. Thing..."

The young blond elf paused here, seeming to be hesitating, but in the end he couldn't help but said: "I heard that the situation in the Silver Empire is not so good? We seem to have broken contact with the South, the Silver Empire. I was isolated and helpless, and even... even the Temple of the Stars fell from the sky..."

"Some people just like to exaggerate in the neural network, the farther away the rumors are, the more exaggerated," Bertila immediately commented unceremoniously, and even the flower vines under her feet swayed, "The Temple of Stars is to block the barrier. The gap on the ground was forced to land on the surface. The Millennium Legion of the Silver Elves and the Ranger Legion of the Highmountain Kingdom had already stabilized the line of defense, and we were not completely disconnected from the south. It was just that the communication with the magic net was temporarily cut off. —We also have messengers that shuttle in the shadow world and an alternate communication channel for the Typhon Empire to contact the south. How could the situation be so serious..."

"Crash landing... When I left my hometown, the instructor said that as long as the Temple of the Stars lands on the ground, it will never be able to fly again," Berna recalled the memories that were already a little yellowish in her mind. The distant one seems to be another person’s life, but in these recent days of "waking up", they are constantly rising, a little bit in her body, which is "made" by relying on cutting-edge biochemical technology and magical rune technology. It becomes clear, "The messenger... Is the messenger you mentioned is the mysterious messenger code-named'Lu Yuqi'? I heard from friends on the Internet that the messenger is an ancient existence that the Emperor met..."

"...Almost," Bertila said casually, and then couldn't help asking, "You seem to be concerned about the south side recently?"

"I..." Berna hesitated, and subconsciously grasped the hem of her dress, "I want to go back and see... back to the Silver Empire... Since Mr. Messenger can pass, maybe..."

"Berna," Bertila said before the other person was finished. She stared at this young elf who had just been "born" from a biological concept, and her tone was a bit complicated, "I did promise to give you away. Go home, but... we didn't expect this war to break out so early and fought like this. The situation is not suitable now, the war is burning across the continent, and your body..."

As she said, she couldn't help but glance at the exposed runes on Berna's body.

The complex structure of Druid runes and the divine power inverted array inscribed on the body maintain the stability of this body, and a fluid circulation system coexisting with blood vessels in its body is filled with a complex biological alchemy solution. Protected nervous system, spare organs and bones with internal armor... This frail-looking body actually embodies the most extreme biochemical technology of the Cecil Empire at present. It was bred by the giant tree of Thorin, A creation even more incredible than synthetic brain, and all of this is to allow an elf that has been dead for many years to return to this world, and to enable her to survive in the external environment steadily.

"Although I have used technology to allow you to move outside the culture capsule, and the results of several tests are still in line with expectations, your last growth stage has just been completed and more tests are needed," Bertila patiently He said, "In the Giant Tree of Thorin, I can deal with your problems in time, but once I go to the south, I won't be able to take care of you-in the Silver Empire, who can repair your body?"

Bernard fixedly looked at the former dark sam in front of her, and after a while, she suddenly laughed.

She is still the little elf Berna, but she doesn't know everything like she did in the past. She knows the past of Bertila, the dark end of all things, and what happened to her, but because of this, Looking at such a "Dark Master" at this moment made her feel extra...unbelievable.

It's just that the elf has made up his mind.

"I know my physical state-sister Bertila, don't forget that I also have the knowledge you shared in my mind. I know how my body works," the petite blond elf said calmly but firmly, "I I know that the south is dangerous, but because of this, I have to go back and see. I have been away from home for a long time. Maybe some people can’t see it this time and will never see it again... and you don’t have to worry about the physical condition of this picture. There are also many excellent druids in the Silver Empire, and I can deal with my own "trouble" urgently. Even if there is a problem, Mr. Courier will have time to send me back here."

"That messenger... well, maybe." Bertila said reluctantly, her mind (and many auxiliary minds) running fast, realizing that the silver elf, who had been away for many years, had made up her mind. After that, she began to think about the feasibility of this matter-if the other party's thoughts could not be dispelled, the only thing she could do might be to keep this matter out of control.

After thinking for a while, she finally raised her eyelids again and looked at Berna and exhaled: "Well, since you have made up your mind, I won't stop - but don't rush to get excited, we have to take care of this. Planning and planning, I can’t let you just run to the south with such recklessness. You have already paid the price for recklessness. And I have to discuss this matter with Brother Gao Wen, the messenger..."

She paused when she said that, even if it was a mimicry face that was difficult to express, she couldn't help but twitched her mouth at this moment: "That messenger is not an ordinary existence, I hope you will not be scared when you see him later."

...

The wind mixed with the smoke of war passed over the old line of defense that had been turned into a piece of scorched earth. The rough sand was picked up by the wind and slapped on the fragmented earth and the towering walls of the border fortresses. The flags hunted and fluttered in the wind. The edge of the flag scorched by flames and magic curled across Belcetia's pale golden hair, and the wind brought whispers from the distant forest.

Belsetia looked down on the earth, and did not say a word in the wind, except for a faint wave of magic power that occasionally came from her, showing that she was listening to the "sound" coming from afar.

A tall, middle-aged man with short black hair, armor and a dark red blindfold stood next to the ruler of the Silver Empire, overlooking the scorched earth in the distance and the end of the scorched earth. The "mountains" crawling on the ground, after a long silence, the middle-aged talent broke the silence: "Our attempt to retake the Blue Rock Hills failed. The soldiers have temporarily withdrawn their defenses—the monsters who have invested in the Blue Rock Hills. The force is much more than we imagined, and they seem to intend to use it as a long-term stronghold in'building'."

"I have heard the news from the wind that the guardians of the ancient tree and the soldiers of the Millennium Legion are going to support, Your Majesty Odris," Bersetia said in a deep voice, "Now our front is deadlocked in Blue Rock. From the hills to the forest barrier...As more and more millennium fighters cross the long bridge of returnees, the monsters that have emerged from the wasteland are also increasing their troops."

"...Although the most critical moment has passed, we are still far from the real dawn, Her Majesty," Odris, the king of the Highmountain Kingdom narrowed his only remaining eye in the wind. "Now that several areas in the northern occupied area of ​​the forest barrier have been converted into wasteland, we have to allocate a considerable amount of troops to solve the aberrations that continue to'grow out' from the air, and we must also find ways to purify the forest. The pollution spreading here, the whole battle line is stretched too long, our soldiers are exhausted-those monsters are not afraid of death. If the situation continues to be so stalemate, we will fall into the wind again."

Bersetia did not speak for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, she said in a low tone: "But we can't retreat a step... You know the news from the north that the real purpose of those monsters attacking the civilized world is very likely. It is to cast some kind of "control node" that can control the entire planet's magic system at a specific location. The current stalemate is very difficult, but it is a stage where we have no choice. We must survive this stage."

"... On the day when the Temple of the Stars fell, you did not give up the Gaoling Kingdom, so the Gaoling Kingdom will never abandon the'Alliance', but I still have to say... If there is no way to break the game, this battle will be really bad. Hit it," Odris sighed, "Recently, our reconnaissance troops have also found traces of aberrant operations on the northwest border. Obviously some monsters that had attacked the western front are now advancing toward us, although the current number is still Not a lot, but it’s not a good sign."

Halfway through his words, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from the nearby city wall. Bersetia turned her head and saw a man with short black hair, a long sword at his waist, and a military uniform. The young man from is walking towards this side quickly. It is the only son of King Odris of Highmountain, Lorraine who has just grown up not long ago.

"Why are you so flustered?" Seeing Lorraine's hurried appearance, Odris frowned immediately, and asked slightly sternly.

"The Greta Fortress is under attack," Lorraine said quickly, "The enemy is coming from the direction of the dark intersection..."

"Here again? That bunch of **** stuff is endless, right?!" The rugged Aldriston yelled, and the hair on his head stood up. Then he quickly walked to the other side of the wall and turned his head back. Belcetia said hurriedly, "I have to go and meet the generals. The situation in Greta Fortress is not so good recently-Her Majesty, as I said, if there is no way to break the game, this It's really hard to fight a battle!"

The tall king and his young heir quickly disappeared from the wall, and Bersetia's eyes quickly returned to the direction of the forest barrier. In the unique perception of the silver elf, she could not only see the devastated area. You can see other things that are filled between the forest and the soil even more-the struggling life breath, the spreading chaotic power, the "memory" left by mortals on the earth is being swallowed by darkness, civilization is fading, and it has faded to the end At the edge of the fortress at the foot, it stopped tenaciously here again. Supported by the strong will of countless mortals, this boundary line stood in stalemate with the dark force from the direction of the wasteland, and continued to swallow each other. The tug-of-war.

...

At the same time, on the northern front line of the Gondor Wasteland, Fendier Wilde, dressed in military uniform, was driving a magic armored vehicle through the vast wasteland between the advancing camps.

The cold wind slapped the door of the magic car with frozen crushed ice and snow. The howling noise in the wind kept the nerves tight at all times, and the distant mountains became hazy in the bad weather. It became hazy, but a beam of light emitting bright blue light lit up in the wind and snow in the distance—that was the brilliance released by the purification device when it was in operation. In this bad weather, it could just point the way forward.

A soldier’s voice came from behind: "Sir, do I need to change shifts? You have been driving for a long time."

"No need-we are passing through the gap in the purification zone, it is best not to stop." Fendier said to the subordinate sitting behind without looking back, and then lowered his head slightly and glanced at the task summary on hand:

Task: Go to the newly established front-line laboratory and assist the person in charge of the laboratory to set up the Monet communication system.

Task Note: Keep a calm and polite attitude.