Sword of Daybreaker

A patriarch of the dominance army has died. This is the highest-level dark priest killed since the beginning of the war-the soul wailing of Marcellus at the moment his mind dissipated resounded like a gust of wind in the vast root network of the wasteland. It is sharp and sharp, mixed with strong hatred and anger, as well as unconcealed fear and unwillingness.

This scream entered the head of the Grand Master Borken, making him look suspiciously at the western plains in the dark night, and couldn't help but repeat again softly: "Marcellus is dead..."

The lower-level nodes also learned this amazing news. The dark forest surrounding the hills suddenly made a series of chaotic noises of the friction of branches and leaves. The dark and twisted "trees" were whispering on the plain, and the deformed body under their control. The army also inevitably produced some waves-but these waves did not last for a long time, and the idea from the grand master made the whole order quiet in a short period of time.

Two figures walked one after the other on the platform on the top of the hill. Borken looked at the twin sisters who appeared in his sight. His dark brown eyes rolled: "It seems that you have also received the news."

"We can hear the voice in the root network—Marcellus's wailing at the moment of his death is really loud," Ferna said, shaking her head, "Oh, it's terrible."

"That is our compatriot and your compatriot," Borken immediately shook the dry branches, his eyes fixed on the indifferent elf sister, "You should maintain the most basic respect."

"Of course, we deeply regret this, but regret does not make Master Marcellus come back to life," said Lena with a sincere expression. "The key is what was passed back by Master Marcellus before his martyrdom. Intelligence. How did he die? Wasn't the Western Front Legion the smoothest advancement among all the Legions before? Marcellus even sent back news that he could shoot the Ruby City within a week and destroy it within half a month. All the resistance forces in Ogure are leading the ancestral peak-how could he suddenly die?"

"A Cecil air force entered the Western Front," Borken paused again on the Elf Twins before he said in a deep voice, "Before that, the advance of the Western Front Legion was indeed very smooth. Marcellus had even hit the door of Ruby City, but then he ran into the Cecils who came to support..."

Borken was silent for two seconds, seeming to be carefully extracting the last thought signal from Marcellus, and then continued after a while: "He described a very exaggerated scene before. He said that the Cecilians' Let the city float in the sky and fight with flying fortresses and castles.' He said that it is a war machine similar to the Temple of the Stars, but more pure than the Temple of the Stars—and we are not those of flying fortresses in terms of air power. opponent."

The expression on Sister Ferna finally got a trace of solemnity, and they asked in unison: "The swelling polluter didn't play a role?"

"I can't get close—the aerial fortresses have a large number of escorts, and their firepower is far more fierce than the swollen polluters," Borken said in a very serious tone. "I don't know if Marcellus is exaggerating... in him According to the statement, our flying arms and anti-aircraft firepower have little effect on the Cecil’s fortresses..."

"Even so..." Leylna said thoughtfully, "Our legion command node is far from the front line, and Marcellus has always been a cautious man, he wouldn't charge into the battle himself-even if the main forward is really He was crushed by the Cecil’s flying fortress, and he should have had enough time to evacuate. Even Bertram had a chance to retreat when he encountered the living forest on the northern front, Marcellus How was it killed when the battlefield advantage had been built?"

"...This part of the information is very vague," Borken's tone became more serious. "The previous information was sent back when he had some leeway. The content was fairly clear and clear, but there seemed to be an extremely chaotic situation before his death. Circumstances, the information that came back was not only fragmented, but also seemed to have been severely disrupted... The only certainty was that the main force of the Cecils was still near the city of Hongyu when the incident happened, and then we soon joined forces with the Western Front Legion. The command unit lost contact, and within a few minutes, Marcellus’s final message before his death entered the root network..."

"A kind of ultra-long-range attack, fast and powerful, can break through the layers of defense around the command node, and this process is very likely to be accompanied by very strong communication interference," Ferna said immediately, "It's just not certain. Is this kind of interference a collateral effect of the attack or another technique of the Cecilians...it’s really bad."

"Yes, it's very bad," Lena nodded on the side, and then looked at Borken, "What is the situation on the Western Front now? Who is controlling the Aberrant Corps after Marcellus's death."

"Not only Marcellus was killed, but also a dozen priests around him-it was a large-scale blow." At this point, Borken's mood was obviously worse. "The Western Front Army disappeared at the command node. After that, I fell into chaos. Although I transferred the command to the nearest Banor the moment I received the news, a large number of'soldiers' far away from the command node were permanently out of control after that... out of control and discrete aberrations. They are not opponents of the big army. They will probably be wiped out soon. The western army has now shrunk to the front line of the wind erosion valley under the control of Banor and has begun to move south."

"...It's really embarrassing, it's really embarrassing," Ferna sighed. "It seems that our magnificent plan will not be easy to realize, Grand Master."

"Put away this meaningless sigh, unless you are just watching the excitement at this time," Borken snorted, "Tell me your thoughts-the situation is a bit beyond what we planned at the beginning, we I am afraid that the follow-up actions will need to be adjusted.

"Don't worry too much, Your Excellency," Lena laughed, her voice very calm, "The army in the wasteland has not yet been dispatched, and we have not done our best. As for the Cecilians... they are indeed somewhat unexpected. , But they can’t take care of all the borders. We don’t need to completely flatten every inch of land outside of the wasteland. We only need to complete the runestones. Let those mortals enjoy false victory on the local battlefield. Luo The Lun Continent is so vast that they will choose to abandon some land in order to maintain the situation in the later stage-until we have completed the'domestication' of the entire planet, is the time to truly decide the winner."

Lerna’s calm and powerful speech seemed to make Borken's mood a little better. The branches on the edge of the canopy of the dark master stretched a bit, but his tone was still very serious: "But it must be admitted that the Cecilians continue If this trouble continues, the "window" through which we can put rune stones will become more and more limited. Now the mortal defenders on the eastern and southern battlefields have also united and confronted us with the power of the nation, especially those elves. …The crash of the Temple of the Stars did not destroy their morale, but instead allowed their Millennium Legion to come out. Every time we put in a runestone, we have to pay two or three times higher than before. This is not a good tendency. "

"It's true, things can't go on like this," Ferna nodded and said, "We need to look again for weaknesses in the mortal line of defense, and the most important thing is intelligence—especially that of the Cecilians. From the beginning of the war to the present, They have come up with too many things that surprise us. This kind of "accident" is not a good thing on the battlefield. Their living forest is still trying to spread into the wasteland, and their flying war fortresses are definitely not. We will stay honestly near Hongyu City. We have to find out the details of these things."

As soon as Ferna finished speaking, Lena on the side followed up and said: "Speaking of the Cecil’s living forest, as far as I know, the'Ms. Bertila' has been trying to drill through our setting. The'immune barrier' in the north?"

"Yes... that woman!" Mentioning the former "comrade" of "Bertila", Borken clearly gritted his teeth more than talking about the Cecil flying fortress. "She inherited all that Franken left behind. Legacy, inherited the knowledge and mystery of that underground palace, and now she has used that knowledge against us—

"That living forest is attacking our northern immune barrier every day. To this end, our root network must devote nearly one-third of its power to resist her invasion. If this is not the case, our control over the various legions It should have been stronger than it is now, and it would not happen that a large number of edge nodes would lose control immediately after Marcellus's death!"

"The fortress flying in the sky is not easy to deal with for the time being. The tentacles of the forest creeping under the ground are at least something we can reach-and the threat she poses to us will obviously increase day by day," Lerna said. "Master, we should First find a way to stop the spread of the forest, at least to understand her...survival mechanism. A creature rooted in the Holy Spirit Plain has spread her limbs to the southern foot of the Dark Mountain. This is not a simple matter."

Borken fell into contemplation, the withered and twisted branches and leaves were silent in the night, and then he suddenly shook his branches, and a mental signal was transmitted to the root network along with his actions.

It swayed in the dark dense forest near the hill. In the next second, a rickety, withered figure pulled out its roots from the soil and walked out of the dense forest. This figure clung to the hill, and there was a filthy cloud over the waste soil. The magical glow inspired by the natural nature illuminates this figure-it is the Dark Master Bertram, who fled to the wasteland from the northern battlefield in embarrassment not long ago, and directly ruined half of the main force in the first battle.

"Master Master, are you looking for me?" Bertram hung down on his branches, completely devoid of the spirited spirit he had when he commanded the army to destroy the northern sentry tower and nearly breached the lines of Cecil and Typhon.

Although his failure in the northern defense line was not entirely his responsibility. The Cecil’s living forest lurking in the southern foothills of the mountains was completely accidental. However, at the beginning of the war, he was blindly advancing, losing the battle situation and losing his way, which eventually led to half It is also true that the main force is buried in the mouth of the living forest.

After rushing back to the wasteland, Bertram was deprived of the command of the Northern Legion and underwent harsh punishment. Now it is rooted in the corner of this twisted forest like a shame, becoming the Legion’s laughing stock—even those The lowest-level dark druids were secretly mocking the scene of him running hundreds of kilometers from the dark mountains, leaving all his subordinates and escaping back to the base camp.

He never thought that he would have the chance to be summoned again by the Grand Master.

"I will give you a chance to wash away your shame and make up for your mistakes," Borken stared at the rickety tree man in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Bertlem, you must accept this opportunity."

"Of course, I am waiting for your order at any time!" Bertram said immediately, and the snake-like roots of the vine squirmed under his feet, "I will definitely complete your task!"

"It's a good thing to have confidence, but don't boast about going to Haikou so early," Borken said lightly, "Do you still have the courage to face the northern battlefield?"

Bertram was stunned for a moment, and then he shook the dry branches vigorously: "Of course, these days I have been burned by flame-like hatred, that battlefield...I always long to return to the front..."

"Very well, then you will return to the northern line to support our'immune barrier'-our root network is facing the invasion of the living forest, and you have directly contacted the spiritual body of Bertila," Bo Elken stared at Bertram and said, "Look for the power that has pierced your soul, look for the extension of that power underground, look for the truth that Berthila can extend the body so far, and the power of her source…"

The cold night wind blows across the plain, and the Gondor wasteland in winter is shrouded in silence.

Bertram's body was even more rickety, and he hung down the branches respectfully, and the dry leaves shook in the wind: "Follow your orders, Grand Master."

Bertram stepped back, and the hill was silent for a while. Borken seemed to be thinking about something, while the elves just stood calmly not far away. No one knew what they were thinking, even Even Borken is not clear about this.

Of course he couldn't hear the spiritual whispers of Ferna and Lena.

"Things are starting to get interesting, don't they?" The voice of "one of them" rang abruptly in the connection that only the Elf Gemini could hear.

"Yes, floating fortresses, living forests... Those'Ceciles' have created a lot of interesting things. Based on this season's civilization, their development trajectory and current direction are infinitely close to that'ideal model'. '."

"The starting point of all this is the ‘visitor’."

"The changes brought by the visitor... will eventually change the mortal beings of this season, an extraterritorial soul that has fallen into the world, will it really become a variable on this planet... it is really worth looking forward to."

"But there is a greater possibility that this season's civilization will still disappear like the countless rounds of civilizations that looked promising before. An ambitious "fallen in the world" can only turn into a huge force in the face of destiny. Dust—civilization is meaningless. The activities brought about by'wisdom' are just a little meaningless note among the stars. Whether it is the sailor, the mortal, or the gods, they are just leaving some fleeting phantoms for the universe. ."

"Everything doesn't matter, we don't have to care about this process, no matter whether the outside visitor will change everything, it will be a...interesting enough thing."

Quiet in the heart connection, "Firna" and "Lierna" continued to stand quietly on the hill, looking at this dark and boundless wasteland with indifferent eyesight.

As the sentinel has done in the past 1.8 million years.

(End of this chapter)