Sword of Daybreaker

Amone is about to leave—he has cleared the wandering distortion in the upper zone of the Temple of Stars, temporarily blocked the pollution that permeated the crash zone of the Temple, and healed some of the vigorous guardians in the forest-sea defense line. A "old god" who still needs to hide himself at this stage, he has done enough here.

No matter how much, it will cross that line and lead the matter to the realm of "miracles".

"I will still help you in the areas I can," Amone tilted his head slightly, and said to Belcetia and Elaine behind him, "The relationship between God and man is not only a way of miracles and beliefs. We have the possibility of'fighting together within a safe range'. Perhaps this is the biggest gain of my reckless move..."

While talking, he turned his head to look in the direction of the Gondor Wasteland. The dark earth shrouded in filthy clouds was reflected in his crystal clear eyes. It took him a long time to withdraw his gaze and let out a sigh: "Just take it. The main battlefield that comes down will still be your mortal stage... I can feel that the longer I am active in this world, the more an invisible force will restrain me here, even if I haven't crossed it from beginning to end.' That line' did not show up in front of the world, this power is still faintly emerging... It seems that although the chain on my body has disappeared, there is still a little connection between me and the mortal."

Bersetia frowned slightly, but she quickly understood it, and said softly with a complex expression: "The life of the silver elves is too long after all... The memories we leave in the forest are always hard to dissipate..."

"There is no way, after all, I was equivalent to a loophole back then-not as straightforward as the God of War and the Dragon God, at this point, Milmina is not much better than me," Amone smiled lightly. Then he leaned down, "Come down, you should go, I should go too, the monsters wandering in the forest defense line are gradually being wiped out, and maybe your soldiers will come here soon."

Belcetia and Elaine jumped to the ground with ease. They saw the holy giant deer standing next to them again, as if they were about to turn around and leave, but the next second he stopped again, looking far to the south. In the direction of the vast forest, the nostalgia and worry in his eyes are very obvious.

"Don't worry, we won't have any problems," Elaine on the side couldn't help but said, "The gap has been blocked, and we will definitely eliminate the army of deformities that invaded this forest-the pollution in the forest will never spread. ."

"I know..." Amone murmured. He moved his steps, but he looked back uneasy. "Be careful, too. These aberrations are coming fiercely, and there is probably still on the barrier. For other loopholes, don't be paralyzed just because you wiped out the enemy in the forest...not to mention that there is an unpredictable'sentinel' behind those distortions..."

"I understand, please rest assured," Belcetia nodded solemnly. "Recovering the defense line is only the first step. As long as the situation in the south is stable, we will immediately investigate loopholes in other areas and find ways to ally with other fronts. The army rebuilds its offensive..."

"Be careful of residual pollution. The trouble left by those monsters after death is not small. Pay attention to monitoring the toxicity in the environment at any time, thoroughly incinerate the contaminated remains, check all water sources, and check frequently..."

"We understand," Bersetia felt a little dumbfounded, but nodded seriously, "I will pay attention to remind people."

"By the way, you have to be careful about the pollution in the air. Sometimes the poisonous gases released by those monsters are difficult to detect. They have a variety of variant forms, and some are good at releasing poisons... The individual protection of the Cecils. The device is very useful, but unfortunately you don’t have it here. Then you have to ensure that each team has monitoring and early warning measures. If it is not, you can ask the soldiers to bring a yellow spot finch. They are very sensitive to changes in the air...

"When the Temple of the Stars crashed, the geological structure was greatly damaged. Pay attention to small-scale geological disasters. Even if you have regained the line of defense, don’t rush to get close to the remains of the temple. It’s such a large piece of stuff that is blocked in the wasteland. I can't get out for a while...

"You two will take a rest after meeting with the main force. The exhaustion on your journey is not small—I have healed all the hidden injuries on your body, but the mental exhaustion is better to recover slowly in a natural state..."

Amohn was babbling, but suddenly he seemed to react, and he stopped in embarrassment. He looked down at Belcetia and Elaine, who had strange expressions, and shook his head: "I seem to say It’s a bit too much... then I’m leaving, this time I’m really gone."

He exhaled, and the surrounding trees swayed unanimously. He turned and walked into the distance. The smoke and mist covering the edge of the line of defense retreated to the sides in awe. He drifted away from the end of the horizon, looking back from time to time To the two elves who were left in place by him, to the vast forest sea still rising in the distance, seemed to be a little uneasy. A giant sun has gradually risen from the edge of the forest sea, and the brilliant sun corona emits endlessly. The brilliance of his figure blurs the boundary between his figure and the surrounding sky.

After a few minutes, the glorious figure of Julu, like a light cast, finally gradually merged with the nascent brilliance, and disappeared in front of Bersetia and Elaine.

After a moment of silence, Elaine finally couldn't help but murmured to break the silence: "The same is true for my grandfather..."

Bersetia's mouth was slightly tilted, she turned and looked in the direction of the forest defense line. In the complex atmosphere wafting from the forest, she could already perceive the existence of her compatriots—they were searching in the forest, tenacious and high-spirited. The will is as dazzling as a candle in the dark.

She stepped toward the forest, and then reached out to the maid Elaine, the sun draped behind her like flowing gold: "Let's go, everything has just begun."

…

The fight filled with blood and darkness lasted for an unknown period of time, and now, this ancient ridge has finally quieted down for a while.

There is still a period of time before sunrise. The cold wind from the northern mountains and forests engulfed the surviving defense line with blood. The light from the torches and magic spar illuminates the tired eyes of the soldiers in the darkness. The ridge line of defense was connected into an intermittent bright edge. A tall figure stood behind a barrier wall temporarily built with wood and iron thorns, and the pale golden eyes of cats watched vigilantly at the muddy darkness in the distance.

He saw the mountains and forests that continued to burn in the dark, the thick smoke rising in the night that had been mixed with the clouds, and the ruins of the towns and abandoned fortresses and camps at the foot of the mountains, the dazzling dark red The fire was still burning in the ruins, and the disgusting smell of rancidity was picked up by the mountain wind and pervaded the ravaged land.

Those deformed freaks have temporarily retreated, but the chaotic roars and whistling that filled the bottom of the forest and valleys, as well as the muffled whispers that can directly penetrate into the human brain, seem to be still entrenched in this blood-soaked land. Mixed with the shouts of tribal warriors and even mountain warriors when they died bravely, the tall figure standing under the night shook his head vigorously, throwing these auditory hallucinations out of his mind, and then he turned and passed through one after another. The barrier wall, which will play a big role, crossed the soldiers resting between the stones and stakes, came to the camp area behind the defensive line, and walked straight to the tallest tent.

Two mountain warriors armed with cutting axes were standing in front of the camp. They bowed and saluted the visitors: "General Morakot."

The tall tiger, known as General Morakot, raised his hand to interrupt the guard's etiquette. His voice was slightly hoarse: "How is the situation with the Chief?"

One of the guards thought for a while and replied seriously: "I have woken up, and I feel that I should be able to fight three to five Mountain Warriors."

Before he finished his words, an angry female shout suddenly came out of the tent. The penetrating voice made Morak’s ears hum: "Shit! You are called three champion warriors." I can still fight when I come here!"

The guard showed a somewhat bewildered expression, and General Morak just waved his hand, went straight to lift the heavy curtain at the entrance of the tent, and stepped into it.

A strong medicinal smell mixed with blood rushed towards his face. This breath made Morakot frown. He looked in the direction of the blood and saw a camp bed placed in the middle of the tent. In the clearing, the brilliance of the magic spar lamp illuminates the figure on the bed that is half leaning against the tent pillar. Camilla, the ruler of the orcs and the lord of the forest, is watching the approaching General Morak. The feline-like pale golden pupils seemed to have a killing aura that had not completely dissipated.

Morak took a look at Camilla and saw that the opponent had temporarily taken off her armor, with thick bandages wrapped around her arms and shoulders, and there were many small wounds all over her upper body-that tonic body. Nowadays, there are many scars, and the beautiful hair in many places has been scorched by magic, showing a mixed gray and black posture.

For Chief Camilla, who has always attached great importance to his own hair, these burnt hairs are probably more intolerable than that wound — but for Morakot, it is better for the Chieftain to withdraw from the front alive. Everything is important.

"It's really embarrassing, I have never fought such a terrible defeat in my life." Noting the general's sight, Camilla twitched the corner of her mouth, her hairy pointed ears folded inward, and she spoke with a very uncomfortable tone. , "Those monsters whose brains are rotten out... They dare to scorch my favorite piece of hair... They even burned my tail!"

Morak lowered his head, and said in a deep voice: "You have one enemy and one hundred. These injuries are only honorable compared to the enemies that were torn apart by you."

"Put away the flattery-I'm not interested," Camilla interrupted the general. "How's the civilians evacuated?"

"They have all been moved to the rear, and the spirit witches of the spirit race will be responsible for escorting them to the Red Jade City-this evacuation route is still safe now, and those deformed bodies will not be able to climb this mountain range for the time being."

"Red Jade City... I hope this city can continue to protect the people of the mountains and forests," Camilla said, seeming to have pulled the wound and made her take a breath. "Are those spirit witches gone? ?"

"Half of the people stayed," Morakot said. "We persuaded them to leave, but they said...to advance and retreat with the tribal warriors."

"X's! A bunch of idiots," Camilla suddenly yelled. This time she really got the wound, causing her face to become deformed, "I X hurts me so much... What are those spirit witches staying for?! Can their magic stand up to a round of squeezing? The soul crystals and mana essential oils in the camp have been used up early, are they going to burn their own blood to cast spells next?! Go tell their boss, before dawn All the spirit witches must retreat. After the tribal warriors broke them, let them retreat to the Red Jade City to rebuild the line of defense-if anyone doesn't listen, take out the tokens left by Stour, the spirit people..."

"The pale hills are lost. Almost no survivors in Sacred Stone Town and Yaoguang City ran out," Morak interrupted Camilla. The tall and strong orc general lowered his head, his voice was low, "garrison on this line of defense. Most of the Spirit Race people on the road came from there...They can't retreat anymore."

Camilla was stunned, before blinking for a long time, cursing in a low voice: "...do it."

Then she shook her head and raised her eyes to look at her general: "Okay, let me tell you any bad news at once. What happened when I was in a coma?"

"...The Dark Stone Crossing and Wind Erosion Valley have also been lost. Our main force has been damaged by one-third. The line of defense has now shrunk to the line from Wolfridge Mountain to Echo Valley. After the transfer of General Santibek led the team to break, the current whereabouts are unknown, I am afraid There is no good luck, we have also lost contact with the human forces-there is an abnormal energy field permeating the entire battlefield, suppressing all the effective distance of all communication spells and communication equipment only one-third or even one-sixth of the original. One, the warriors of all ethnic groups in the tribal country are now like islands in the river, and they have lost contact with each other. Even us, now we can barely contact Hongyu City..."

Camilla listened quietly to the report under her hand, and did not speak for a long time. She stared at Morakot's eyes until the other party stopped, and slowly said with a very complex expression: "...any more?"

"No," Morak spread his hands, "but I'm afraid there will be more later."

"Fuck..." Camilla twitched his lips. "What about the good news? Even a little bit of good news, is there?"

"Yes, after we ignited and detonated the abandoned camp on the hillside, those deformed monsters temporarily retreated," Morakot said in a deep voice, "Those monsters are not afraid of arcane attacks, and they are very resistant to physical attacks, but flames It has some effect on them. Now we have some breathing time for the time being-we just don't know when those monsters will launch the next wave of attacks."

Camilla did not respond.

The scarred orc warchief just leaned on the pillar of the tent, and seemed to be lost in thought for a while.

After a long time, she murmured softly: "From the wasteland post to the mountain barrier, from the mountain barrier to the dark stone crossing and wind erosion valley, now we have retreated from the dark stone crossing to the Langji Mountain. Only a few days have passed? What's next? Red Jade City, Holy Helm City...Are we going to retreat to the ancestor's peak?"

"The situation is not that bad," Morakot said immediately, "Warchief, we are just not prepared. Our mountain warriors and champion warriors are gathering everywhere, and the troops of other tribes should have responded, as long as we can Red Jade City rebuilds the defense line, those monsters..."

"There is also a whole wasteland behind those monsters as a backing, and their troops are also gathering," Camilla interrupted the old orc. "We are not prepared for this war at all, and our enemies have prepared a few. A hundred years... we made a fatal mistake, Morakot."

She said, shook her head and let out a long sigh.

"Pianan... they are all in the corner, how can there be any safety?"