Release that Witch

"This is... your ability?" Wendy reacted after a while.

"She can't hear," Annie said. "After turning into a weapon, the broken sword will lose the ability to communicate with the outside world. Only when you hold her can she perceive the world through your facial features."

Was it like this? Wendy hesitated, reaching forward and holding the hilt gently - in an instant, her mind seemed to have more consciousness, and the blade merged with her at this moment, as if it had become part of the body. Not only that, but Wendy also felt that her vision and hearing were sharper, and she was full of strength.

"this is……"

"Together." The voice of the broken sword sounded in my mind. "When you pick me up, everything I have will be attached to you." When it comes to this, her voice seems to show a trace of regret. "Unfortunately, I From a small body, it is not very good, and the strength is limited. Even if it is superimposed with you, it will not help much."

The reason why I felt that I was full of strength was because I had inherited the ability to break the sword.

Wendy raised her arms and looked at it carefully - the hilt was warm and soft, like a living thing. The shape of the blade is somewhat weird. The length is only about one arm. It is as thin as a finger, and the front is flat and round. It is more like a sword than a sword. If you look closely, you can also see the finely arranged stripes on the sword, as if it were bundled with countless silver filaments.

Wendy couldn't help but think of the striking silver hair of the broken sword.

"How long can you maintain this form?"

"If you don't change it, you can keep going."

It seems that like McMug, she thinks that only the moment of change will consume a lot of magic.

"Mc茜? Are you talking about that big pigeon?"

When Wendy squatted, she reacted. As long as she was stuck with the broken sword, the other party could see the thoughts she had in her mind. This made her slightly flustered. After all, there are some things she doesn't want anyone to know.

"Your mood is a little floating... What is this, tape?"

"Nothing," Wendy quickly inserted the blade back into the ground and looked at Annie. "Cough, can anyone be connected to the broken sword?"

"In theory, as long as she is willing to accept, ordinary people can also get her strength," Annie nodded. "But in that state, she is just a particularly hard weapon. Only in the hands of the witch, she can play. Real strength."

"Witch...in the hand?"

"Yes," Anne said as she saw something, calmly saying, "The other minds are not the same as the sneak peek. As long as you don't focus on the current idea, the sword is not aware of your mood."

"I understand," Wendy calmed down and regained the hilt.

"I just said something wrong, hold apologize, I will not ask such a question any more," the eager voice of the broken sword immediately appeared in her mind.

"No, nothing..." She suddenly thought of a question, "What if you suddenly let go of you, what do you see?"

"It will become dark, neither sound nor touch, just like floating in nothingness."

Sure enough, this experience of losing all senses in the moment is certainly not too good. When I think of it, Wendy said as soon as possible, "I apologize that I am relieved... I will not leave you anymore." ""

The short sword looked a little surprised, and it took a while to whisper, "Well."

"Right, Anne said, only the witch can play your true strength?"

"Yes, if you fight in the form of weapons, I will be injured if I touch more. But the witch can infuse the magic to increase the sharpness and attack range of the blade, and even stab it without touching the enemy. "

Wendy said that the magical force was input into the broken sword, and the silvery sword was covered with a layer of white light, as if the mist was constantly flowing. At the same time, she felt that the level of magic in the body is rapidly declining, and it is clear that this state cannot last long.

At the urging of the broken sword, Wendy quickly pointed the long sword at the branch of an olive tree, and saw a sharp air flowing in from the tip of the sword, cutting the branch into two segments.

"This is... the wind?" she asked in surprise.

"The magic of the injection will reflect the power of the sword-bearer to a certain extent. You are a fighting witch." The broken sword was a little unexpected. "If it is Annie, there is no way to let the ability leave the blade."

"It turned out to be the case," Wendy couldn't help but think of Anna's black fire. What would it be like if she tried her best with her magic? I am afraid that the momentum will not be worse than the illusion of the gods. However, Anna has always been one of the most important witches in the league, and is the beloved one. There is basically no possibility to go to the battlefield.

As for the rest of the fighting witches... She thought for a while that she couldn't get the right person, and she just made a circle behind the name of the broken sword. Specifically, who should cooperate with the ability to break the sword, or give it to the decision.

When the high-pitched melodic whistle came from the pier, Roland put down the quill in his hand and couldn't help but stretch out.

One long and two short, the whole dock resonates, this is the signal that the army is ready to go.

After completing the operational preparations, the First Army Expeditionary Team only used one morning to board the ship. The first batch of cement ships carrying soldiers will officially depart from the Winter City and go to the Dragon Ridge with this whistle.

After that, there are still many ships that will take on the task of transporting ammunition and grain. Until the new and old soldiers complete the assembly in the Longling Mountains, the battle to recover the extreme south will officially start.

However, he finally took this step.

Roland looked at the dense sketches on the table, which is the design of the internal combustion engine. As the second generation of the original power machine that completely replaced the steam engine, its importance to the industry is self-evident, and even changed the history of the world to some extent. process. From the initial piston machine and gas turbine to the later jet, it almost set off most of the industrial power of the sky, until the motor turned out, it swayed its invincible dominance.

Undoubtedly, as one of the most important mechanical categories in history, it will bloom in the absence of winter city. The black water in the extreme south is a very crucial part of this plan. If you can extract fuel from it, the next development will naturally come naturally. If not, he can only consider using alcohol as a fuel – even if the technology goes up, the scale will certainly be limited.

Just then, Ai Gesha suddenly knocked on the door and walked into the room.

"Your Majesty, there is news from the Takrawa witch."