Sword of Daybreaker

Solin area.

The warmth brought by the Moon of Recovery has spread throughout the entire Holy Spirit Plain. The vegetation that has been dormant for several months in the cold winter has begun to recover at an alarming rate. Outside the Thorin area, the originally bare plain is now full of greenery. At last, the sprawling vegetation was finally connected with the "Sorin", the land of eternal spring, and the once distinct boundary on the edge of the giant tree gradually blurred.

This is a suitable day to heal wounds.

Inside the giant tree, in Bertila’s private laboratory, fluorescent plants illuminate the room covered by wooden structures and vines and leaves. In the center of the room, there are entwined fine vines and wooden stakes forming a two-meter long The platform, a large number of conduits and nerve fibers used to transport biomass and conduct nerve signals hang down from the roof, connected to one end of the platform, and Andesa Wendell is lying quietly in the center of the platform with long gray hair. Did not wake up from a deep sleep.

Accompanied by the faint sound of friction, several biomass tubes and nerve fibers withdrew from the vicinity of Andesa's head and moved towards the edge of the platform.

Bud Wendell, wearing a white researcher uniform, stood beside the platform, looking at his daughter lying on it with some anxiety. He rubbed his hands from time to time, carefully observing every slight change in Andesa’s sleep, or lifting At the beginning, he looked at Bertila who was standing on the side in charge of controlling the whole situation.

"Which step is it now?" Bud couldn't help but ask for a few times, "How long can she wake up?"

"Be patient, Bud," Bertila looked up at Bud, and behind her stretched out many nerve fibers that looked like fine vines. The ends of the fibers were connected to several important nerve nodes in the room-they looked As if some kind of glowing fungus nodule grows seamlessly on the wooden structure surface of the walls and roof, "Her eyes have been regenerated, but it is a delicate work to reconnect the complex optic nerve to the brain. I'm guiding this meticulous growth process...This is not a simple technique of regenerating flesh and blood such as taking roots and healing muscles."

"I understand, I understand," Bud touched the tip of his nose with some embarrassment. He is also a druid himself. He actually knows how important these necessary procedures are, but as a father, it is difficult for him to control his own right now. Mindset—especially since he has been absent by Andesa for more than 20 years, “will she have any sequelae after this? Will she need to rest for a while after waking up?”

"If you control it, she will probably lie down for a few more days after waking up, but if I do it personally, she will only feel that she has a dream-relax, Mr. Budd, I will give you one. The alive daughter... well, considering Andesa’s character, she might not be alive either."

Bertila made a rare joke. Bud realized that this was the other party's calming his nervous mood, which made him grateful and couldn't help but sighed: "I didn't expect...you would also calm others. ."

"I've always been good at comforting," Bertila glanced at Bud lightly. "Do you have any questions about this?"

"Well... you are really good at comforting, but the methods you used to do are not so gentle," Bud shook his head with a weird expression. Part of..."

Bertila glanced at Bud silently. If she used to be her, she might have prepared a lethal amount of neurotoxin at this moment, but at this moment she just shook her head, and then her eyes returned to the sleeping peace. Desa: "It can be seen that you care about this child very much."

"I have been absent from her for more than twenty years," Bud looked at Andessa, his eyes softened, "Frankly...I don't know how to make up for it at all. I missed my daughter's life. Almost all the important moments in the movie, her growth, her frustrations, the way she thinks about the world, her preferences for all kinds of things, her every joy, anger, sorrow and joy... I know nothing about these. I am a one Strangers who have never been involved in her life are all connected by blood, but now I have nothing left besides this empty'care'."

"Really... Unfortunately, I have no children, and I have long forgotten the appearance of my father. I can't understand these complicated emotional entanglements anymore, so I can't substitute for either of you at this moment," Bertila said coldly. "But I am very curious, since you have missed a long period of your daughter's life, how do you plan for the future?"

"Future?" Bud smiled helplessly. "I only hope that your majesty's great idea can be realized. There will be no war between Typhon and Cecil, so that I may still have the opportunity to use the wolf to general Bud. I met with Andessa in his identity, and even had the opportunity to meet my father... As for the specific things I want to do, I..."

He seemed a little hesitant and embarrassed when he said that, as if he didn't know whether his thoughts were suitable to be spoken on this occasion, Bertila noticed this and asked casually: "What do you want to do?"

"...I don't know if I still have the right to say that," Bud smiled and looked at his sleeping daughter. "I still dream of the opportunity to see Andesa enter the wedding... She has arrived. Appropriate age, but it seems that you have not considered this aspect at all... Please don’t laugh, I know it’s a bit weird to say this at this time, but this is just a normal idea of ​​a father, Ms. Bertila, you know , I am actually a more traditional thinking person..."

"No, I didn't laugh, I was just a little surprised," Bertila looked at Bud, "and I thought you would have a different attitude on this issue-because as far as I know, many fathers are actually not very good. I hope to see my daughter suddenly taken away by a strange and lucky bastard..."

Bud's expression became more and more weird: "This...it is true, I don't think any lucky young man can be worthy of my Andesa, but... if it is a good young man like General Philip, it is suitable. Conditional. Of course, the hope of the two of them is really slim, even if you don’t consider the relationship between Cecil and Typhon...Ms. Bertila, did you laugh this time? Please be considerate of a father..."

"No, I'm not laughing at you," Bertila's smile became more pronounced, and she raised her finger to the platform next to her. "I just want to tell you that Andesa is awake."

Bud was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked at his daughter lying on the platform with surprise, and the latter opened his eyes almost at the same moment—with a tangled and annoyed expression.

Bud noticed the change in Andesa's expression in an instant, and then realized something, suddenly raised his head to look at Bertila: "Wait, when did she wake up?!"

"When you mentioned'neurotoxins'," Bertila narrowed his smile and said blankly, "but to make her adapt better, I temporarily suppressed part of her nerve signals...except Hearing."

Bud: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly missed the neurotoxin that Bertila was good at when he was a dark master.

"Wait, Andesa, don't get excited, I'm just talking about your own thoughts," Bud said incoherently in the great embarrassment, "you have to understand, people can't be tight forever..."

"Well, I don't intend to disturb the touching emotional communication between father and daughter, but at this time we should still care about the physical condition of the'patient' first," Bertila suddenly spoke next to him, his voice listening to Bud. It was like a natural sound, "Andersa, blink and look in front of you-how does it feel?"

Andersha actually had a lot of things to say to her father, but at this time she responded to Bertila's instructions for the first time. She lowered her head to look at her body, and then raised her head to look around this incredible room." "Tree house", after the initial feeling of discomfort improved a little, she finally determined one thing: she had two eyes again.

Bud also turned his attention back to Andesa's eyes. He looked up at his daughter. After the latter pulled the hair that blocked one eye on his forehead, he immediately noticed the abnormality of that eye. ——The newborn eye actually showed a bright red color. Although the whole is still very beautiful, it formed a sharp contrast with the other light gray eye pupil. This surprised him: "Wait a minute, this one The color of the eyes..."

"I said that the new flesh regeneration technology has its limitations. This is," Bertila said while passing a mirror into Andesa's hands. "But don't worry, except for the difference in appearance, There is nothing wrong with the use of this new eye. It is as easy to use as your original eye-even better. After all, it is brand new."

Andesa took the mirror, and finally saw what she looked like at the moment-under the gray and white hair, the two eyes of different colors looked very eye-catching, even a little strange and horrified, but she finally nodded gently. : "It's nothing bad...it allows me to remember everything that has happened more clearly."

"Since the patient himself has no opinion, then I can declare that this treatment is a complete success," Bertila smiled, "but I still have to remind, Miss Andesa, this kind of eyes may slightly improve your marriage. The difficulty of...but you don’t have to worry too much, your good father will definitely work hard for your marriage."

The expressions of Andesa and Bud changed at the same time, but Bertila's figure had gradually melted into a squirming flower vine, and only the voice came from the depths of the branches and leaves: "Then, I will not disturb the relationship between father and daughter. It’s precious to get along-good luck, Mr. Bud Wendell."

...

The crown of the giant tree swayed gently in the wind, and the layers of green leaves surging gently like waves. In the warm and warm wind, Bertila emerged from the top of the canopy, facing the bright afternoon sun, she He raised his head, showing a satisfied and slightly happy expression.

It is not easy to make this expression change with a woody body, but she feels that the happy things that happened today are worthy of making herself smile.

The sunlight is very good, and photosynthesis is equally pleasant. Berthila squinted her eyes. At the boundary of her perception, the roots and branches of the giant Thorin tree touched the vigorous breath of life on the plain of the Holy Spirit, and in her other perception system In, the "Narrator Neural Network" is full of excitement, and a huge amount of information is exchanged quickly with the hubs on the Holy Spirit Plains as nodes, and finally converges to the top of the giant tree of Thorin. Those are symbiotic with the magical obelisk. 'S nerve fibers are constantly telling Bertila what is happening far away-this even gives her an illusion, as if the entire human world has been integrated into that increasingly complex network.

In this way, you can bask in the sun every day, carry out photosynthesis, bear some fruits, feed the small animals on the plain, soak the Internet in the sun, read the news from far away, or publish some "interesting records about the giant tree of Thorin" anonymously. "... After becoming a plant, life seems pretty good?

Bertila felt her thoughts gradually disperse and melted in the warm sunshine, but a high-privilege notification that suddenly entered the neural network woke her up and opened her eyes suddenly.

"Air Defense Identification Notice?"

Bertila muttered, and subconsciously raised her head to look towards the sky. The magic net hub tower in the north of Red Maple City is sending back signals, and the monitoring devices distributed throughout the plain are also sending more accurate tracking records. He moved his eyes slowly under the guidance, and finally caught the small black shadows that appeared from the edge of the tree canopy.

Those shadows grew bigger quickly-even though they might still look small and indistinguishable from the ground, Berthila could clearly see what they were when they passed the giant Thorin tree.

It was a small group of giant dragons, forming a line to walk through the clouds.

Bertila looked at the huge creatures in amazement, but did not forget to forward the identification marks on the network. She watched the dragons forming a queue continue to fly toward the south, and at the top of the giant Thorin tree on the several air defense platforms and the surface. On several positions in, the tree guards put down the Gorgon cannons pointed at the sky, and large missile launchers and rainbow light devices have also lifted their locks on those foreign aerial targets.

"It's really a dragon... and there's more than one?" It wasn't until those dragon shadows disappeared within the sensing range of the giant tree of Thorin that Bertila retracted his gaze towards the sky, "This is really a rare situation... it looks like' Brother Gao Wen' is going to make a terrible move again?"

...

The vast land of the Holy Spirit Plain recedes slowly in the field of vision. The green mountains and rivers gleaming silver in the sun are as sharp as the lines on the canvas. Melita feels the surging of magic in the air. , There was a low roar from his throat.

After losing the auxiliary interface provided by the Omega system, it took her a long time to finally adapt to the long-distance flight relying solely on her own visual vision and body perception. It was not easy at the beginning, but now she has discovered ... Without those complicated auxiliary interfaces, the world could be more vivid in my eyes.

At this moment, the sea monster Cassandra's voice suddenly came from behind her: "I have always been curious-why did your dragon scream okay suddenly while flying?"

Melita converged her feelings, and turned her head slightly and said, "Is it weird? When you travel in the sea, don't you sea monsters suddenly rise up and sing?"

Cassandra's voice became very surprised: "Ah-that's your singing? To be honest, it doesn't sound very nice..."

Melita: "..."

"Hey, why are you not talking anymore?"

"Nothing, just a little envious of you."

"Envy? Is it envy that we sing well?"

Listening to the voice coming from her back, Melita showed a somewhat helpless expression. She didn't know how to explain her sudden sentimentality to this sea monster, so she nodded vaguely: "Almost."

Cassandra, who was riding a downwind dragon on Merita's back, immediately became happy: "Okay, I'll sing a song for you. Anyway, I am idle, I should thank you for taking me this way..."

"Uh, actually not..."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, Siren always likes to sing," Cassandra said without allowing Merita to refuse. "What style do you like to listen to? I'm better at death heavy metal..."

Melita: "?"

"Wait a moment, I will rub my tail and change it into an instrument first..."

Melita: "?"