Sword of Daybreaker

Ka Ka... Boom!

Majestic ancient trees with a history of hundreds of years rose from the fertile forest soil, rushing to the aberrations that were pouring out of the intersection. Accompanied by a series of sound of xylem friction, the heavy branches of the ancient trees fell from the air. The deformed freaks were smashed into a pool of fleshy mud. Behind the old tree, the elite rangers have bent their bows and set up arrows. The surface of the specially-made enchanted longbow shines with the brilliance of runes, and the front end of the precision-processed arrow is rippling. Three cyan cyclones that lighted and dimmed, and the air resonated buzzing sound.

"All charge-aim and release!"

The commander’s voice sounded on the high ground, and dozens of arrows filled with arcane energy crossed the scorched canopy of the guardian’s ancient tree under the cyan wind blade, and fell to the end of the distant crossing in a parabola. The monster that escaped the heavy blow of the ancient tree just staggered up from the ground, and was pierced by arrows one after another. Then the energy in the arrows triggered a series of deflagrations in them, and the smoke and flames rose up. In, this wave of monsters rushing out of the jungle was finally wiped out.

"The first team rested on the spot, the second team recovered the arrows, and the medical soldiers came to rescue the wounded!" A human commander walked down from a small high ground nearby and gave orders among the soldiers. His head was wrapped in bandages. The white cloth strips have been soaked in black and red with blood and smoke. The enchanted sword in his hand is full of blood. The magical brilliance that was originally filled has dimmed at this moment. He is very tired and his eyes are bloodshot, but his voice is still loud— At this moment, only this loud voice can support the soldiers to continue to support here.

Not far away, the tall and majestic guardian ancient tree made a series of exhausting creaks. It took a heavy step to the edge of the battlefield, re-stitching its roots into the ground, while absorbing the limited nutrients in the soil for restoration. I was wounded, while trying to stretch the canopy toward the morning glow that had just diffused at the edge of the forest. The canopy of the ancient tree had been scorched and blackened by flames and thick smoke, and the only green leaves trembled in the wind. The rushing sound.

Several silver-haired elves got up from among the human soldiers and walked to the weary guarding the ancient tree. They seemed to be talking to the ancient tree. The human commander could not understand the special rhythm of the silver elves talking with plants. , But he could see that the faces of the elven rangers became more and more serious. Obviously, the situation of the ancient tree had reached its limit.

The sound of footsteps came from the nearby dense forest. The resting human rangers instantly subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands, but after seeing the source of the footsteps, the soldiers sighed again and continued to recover their strength. , Enjoy this rare respite.

The human commander of this small group of mixed forces looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a tall and tall silver elf wearing light gold alloy light armor, leading a dozen soldiers through the bushes to come here. , He immediately greeted him: "General Lomar."

"No need to be polite, I'm patrolling the defense line." The ranger general Lomar from the Silver Empire raised his hand and interrupted the words of the human commander in front of him. The **** and murderous aura revealed in one action is far stronger than everyone here. This ranger general seems to have slaughtered hundreds of enemies on the front line, but he did not allow the slightest filth to contaminate himself." What's the situation here."

"The soldiers' physical strength is almost at the limit, and our weapons are seriously damaged," the human commander said in a deep voice. He took an arrow that had just been recovered from the front from the soldier next to him, and pointed to the front of the arrow. The casting unit that began to melt said, "The consumption of spell-casting arrows is too serious, and they have become like this. I am afraid that they will be completely melted after two more rounds, while conventional bows and arrows have almost no damage to those monsters... "

Lomar's gaze fell on the magical arrow that was already on the verge of a limit, and his expression was serious and silent for a long time.

It’s too expensive. It’s not easy to produce and process this kind of sophisticated spell-casting device. Even with the combined efforts of the Silver Empire and the Gaoling Kingdom, the amount that can be collected from the treasury is very limited. In the usual "normal war", This kind of consumption may be acceptable, but the number of deformed bodies emerging from the wasteland is more than tens of millions? Those rough-skinned monsters almost all rely on this type of magic weapon to be completely killed, and the magic weapons in the hands of the soldiers on this line of defense...have almost been out of use.

"...The reinforcements organized by Lord Valentian have crossed the returnees' long bridge and will soon arrive at the front line," the ranger general sighed softly and told the news he had just received from the rear to encourage him. These warriors who killed the enemy in the blood on the front line, "including three columns of astrology divisions and at least six ranger regiments, your king is also mobilizing the frontier regiments on the west and east, and the pressure here will soon be relieved."

"...This is indeed good news. As long as we are sure that there are reinforcements, I think we can hold on until then," the human commander nodded vigorously and said in a higher tone, but then he lowered his voice again. While quickly looking back at the still billowing smoke and dust at the end of the forest, he asked hurriedly, "General Lomar, the situation at the Temple of the Stars..."

"The gap from the wasteland to the line of defense has been roughly blocked. Now only a few enemy troops can enter the forest barrier through the small gap next to it. The large-scale'tide' like before will not appear again," Lomar He said with a serious expression, his tone at the moment has calmed down, but the calm voice carries another kind of sharpness and coldness like a hidden edge, "We are now going to block the monsters who have entered the forest defense line. Let them have the opportunity to gather and form and enter the civilized world to spread pollution..."

The human commander took his orders in a deep voice, and Lomar passed him and walked towards the guardian ancient tree not far away.

The elven rangers who were caring for the giant tree immediately saluted their supreme commander. One of the rangers said in a low voice: "General, it's in a very bad condition..."

Lomar nodded and came to the foot of the ancient guardian tree. He saw that the guardian of the forest seemed to be falling into a short sleep. Its canopy twitched and shook in the wind, mottled on the ancient bark. Shocking scars are all over, the sap flowing from the tree trunk has condensed and dried up in the fire and smoke, and the filthy power of the deformed body has left unhealable corrosion marks on those wounds.

How many deadly attacks did this venerable guardian help the humans and elves on the line of defense resist?

Guardian Ancient Tree, this is the main force of the Gaoling Kingdom located in the south of the Gondor Wasteland to resist the erosion of the wasteland. These permanent tree guardians made by druid spells were originally created by silver elves from the remote southern islands. They were brought to the continent of Loren and planted on the northern border of the Gaoling Kingdom. After seven centuries of growth, they have grown into forests along this long border—but they have suffered a heavy blow today.

Facing the vast wasteland of Gondor, every border country has its own defense against the wasteland. Old Anzu has natural dark mountains and the Cecil line of defense. Typhon has a border swamp water system and a powerful magician group and national government. The Knights, the Ogure tribe has a unique mountain barrier and brave orc mountain warriors, and the Gaoling Kingdom... There was originally only an open plain and gentle hills between this country and the Gondor Wasteland. Under the circumstances of natural danger, their reliance against the wasteland is only these ancient guardian trees planted by the elves, and the flesh and blood of generations of frontier warriors.

Kala... Kala...

The sound of the friction of the wooden structure suddenly came. The guardian ancient tree that fell into a short sleep seemed to perceive the approach of Lomar's breath. The ancient and respectable magic guardian came back to life. Its crown was about to sway, and its bark was about to sway. Half of the ravine turned like an old wrinkled face to the side of the general ranger, and a tremor that only elves could understand came into Lomar's ears from the scorched branches: "Need me to fight? General. ?"

"You need to rest," Lomar said slowly, "We have temporarily eliminated the enemies here."

"Enemies... there are many..." the ancient trees creaked, "They are spreading in the forest... They have lost their minds, but spread more widely like a plague, my brothers and sisters... many of them are gone. Make a sound, General, I can smell the forest burning, and those plagues have ignited poisonous fel flames, scorching my brothers and feet..."

Lomar's tone was flat and cold: "We will'purify' these plagues, and those monsters will turn into mud and become the nourishment for your brothers and sisters in the coming year."

"Purification... very good, but they are not good nutrients..." the old tree murmured, his voice getting deeper and deeper, "they... taste disgusting, not as good as mud..."

The ancient tree spoke slowly. The guardian, who has been rooted on the border for hundreds of years, seemed to have accumulated considerable wisdom in his long life. It seemed to want to laugh at the general next to him with his own humor, but Lomar did. Without showing the slightest smile, he just silently watched the old tree hang down its branches, watching its bark and roots as rigid and static as real plants, and the magic power flowing in it finally dissipated. It quieted down completely, and no longer made any sounds belonging to "spiritual wisdom".

The wind blows from afar, and the dry branches and leaves of the guardian ancient tree trembles in the air, making a series of rustling noises. It is dead, rooted in the land it has guarded for seven hundred years, standing upright and dead. At this dawn when the sun is fading.

Lomar stared at the dead guardian for a long time, and an elf ranger next to him said softly: "It was planted by the queen and Master Verania..."

Lomar did not speak, he just took a breath and put his hand on the dry and scarred trunk of the ancient tree. He wanted to say goodbye to this comrade in a brief, and then he went to organize the soldiers to throw in. There was a battle, but at this moment, an indescribable feeling of "throbbing" suddenly came to my heart, causing his actions to subconsciously pause for a second.

The invisible wind blew through the entire forest in one second, and the invisible force blew through every inch of land in the forest defense line.

The rangers nearby seemed to have sensed something. They raised their heads in astonishment, trying to find the source of the wind, but only saw that all the tree canopies around were rustling in the wind, and all the plants in the forest were catering to the force of the wind. , This forest that was slowly entering death seemed to have recovered in an instant, and even the filthy pungent smell in the air seemed to be gradually dissipating.

With a move in his heart, Lomar subconsciously looked at the old guardian tree that had just died, and saw that the latter's epidermis quietly grew some buds, and the branches that had been completely dead and stiff were also reappearing in the wind. Softening up, he looked in the direction of the distant forest sea again in astonishment, and saw the green waves pulsing layer upon layer—the next second, a sound he knew very well, but sounded so majestic at the moment, sounded in countless ancient trees. The resonance of's resounded throughout the forest:

"People of the Silver Empire, allies of the Highmountain Kingdom, I am the Queen of Silver, Belcetia Morningstar.

"I have returned here, and now I speak to you through this forest.

"The enemy’s backup has been cut off, the gap in the wasteland has been sealed, the pollution pervading this land has begun to dissipate, and the most difficult stage has passed-our line of defense is still there, and the homeland behind us is also restored. in.

"Across the border of the Wasteland, all fronts of the Alliance are still fighting fiercely. The entire civilized world has not been defeated by those monsters. I have received news from the north of the mainland, and I am sure that the reinforcements sent from the south will be soon Will arrive at the front line.

"But before that, the aberrations wandering in the forest barrier are still threatening our homes and blood relatives. These blindly and ignorant monsters will continue to spread in the direction of civilized lights under instinct, and we... The frontier of civilization itself.

"Here, as the Queen of Silver and as a fellow mortal, I implore everyone in the forest barrier to continue fighting bravely, guarding the land under your feet, guarding the robes of your comrades around you, and guarding this forest-no matter what. , We have no further step back.

"My fellow citizens, persevere until the reinforcements arrive. After today, no matter where the history goes, our descendants will always remember this day—

"Today, mortals live forever!"

The wind roared over the forest, and all the leaves and branches banged loudly at this moment. The entire forest barrier seemed to recover from the twilight in an instant. In the morning light gradually spreading on the horizon, Lomar seemed to listen. At the mountain whistling a tsunami emitted by the forest itself.

"General..." a ranger said beside him, with a complex expression of confusion and excitement on the young soldier's face, "Just now it was..."

"It's our queen," Lomar took a breath and raised the long sword in his hand. He looked at his soldier, and a fiery flame ignited again in the depths of his eyes. "Have you heard the order, soldier? !"

"Yes, General!"

…

"Is that all right?"

On the southern side of the crash zone of the Temple of the Stars, on the edge of the forest defense line, the figure of Amoen, the giant deer, is hidden between a piece of collapsed boulders and the remains of dead and burnt woods. Bersetia is standing on the shoulders of the giant deer and she looks Looking at the forest barrier that was still shrouded in war in the distance, he lowered his head and said to Amone.

"That's it," Amone nodded slightly, "This forest has begun to regenerate, but more important than this is the regeneration of'hope'-not many people have the energy and ability to pay attention to the forest. The overall change, but everyone here has heard your voice."

"...I'm going back between them." Belcetia said softly.

Amone didn't speak for a while. He just looked at the forest for a long time, looking at the silver people fighting in the forest. After a long time, he squeezed some low voice from his throat:

"Then... I'm going back to where I should be."