Sword of Daybreaker

Regarding the "Blocking Wall Project" brought by Amorn, Bersetia is not yet sure whether it will really have the effect of ending the wasteland, but since this project was created by Gawain Cecil and the former goddess of magic Personally, it must have sufficient theoretical support and implementation necessity. She has no doubts about this, but on the other hand, she also knows the difficulties of realizing this plan better than anyone.

It is true that the Silver Empire is capable of producing enough purification devices, but now the situation on the southern front has begun to deteriorate. The original silver-kaolin coalition forces can barely maintain the situation, but as the deformed body army retreating from the western front begins to move south, The battle situation on the southern front is bound to be precarious. Although Amorn mentioned that allied forces on the western front can also go south to support, Bersetia knew in his heart that the Ogure tribal nation has a large area of ​​land that needs to be recovered and the mountain barrier needs to be recovered. There are a large number of legions garrisoned to guard against the counterattack of the wasteland forces. Coupled with the long battle line, supply and communication considerations, how many expeditionary forces from the Cecil Empire can come to the Gaoling Defense Line? This is an unavoidable question.

   "At least until the situation on the southern route improves, it will be difficult for us to start the ‘blocking wall’ plan," Bersetia said in a deep voice, "but we can start preparing and producing purification devices and protective devices from now on."

"I understand your difficulties, and the north side also understands that I will take the situation back here truthfully," Amone lowered his head slightly, touched the top of the Silver Queen's head with the tip of his nose, and then continued gently, "Also, …Although I don’t know if this can help you, I brought a special guest today."

  "Special guest?" Bersetia looked around in surprise. This was the first time she heard that this "messenger" brought someone over, "Who is it?"

   "Come out, little guy," Amone raised his head and greeted the shadow of the forest not far away, "Be bold, don't be so nervous that your silver queen won't eat you."

The bushes in the woods shook, and Bersetia and Elaine subconsciously opened their eyes and looked in the direction of the sound. In the next second, they saw a petite figure emerging from the shadow of the bushes and flowers. The figure is an elf.

  But it is not any kind of elves that Belsetia is familiar with.

She has the same golden hair as the silver elf, but the elongated ears under the long hair seem to be shorter than those of the silver elf. Her skin is extremely light, even to the degree of faint transparency, under the thin skin. Fluorescent, blood vessel-like lines are faintly visible. She is wearing a jungle hunter-style light hunting outfit. The exposed arms, neck, and legs can be seen everywhere with mysterious symbols and lines. Those patterns that do not know whether they are war patterns or magic patterns are also visible. It is definitely not something that exists in the silver elves culture.

Much like the silver elf, but a real silver elf can tell the difference between the girl and the race at a glance. Bersetia admits to be knowledgeable. She has seen all the subspecies of the elf in the world, but she has never seen it. After passing such a peculiar "branch", she looked at each other curiously, and saw the elven girl walking out with a timid expression, glanced at herself nervously, and then she seemed to have made a lot of determination before moving towards this. While walking.

   "...Hello," After noticing the other party's excessive nervousness, Bersetia decided to take the initiative to break the silence, "Excuse me, are you?"

The petite elven girl suddenly awakened, and immediately said: "I...My name is Berna Breeze! I live at No.17, Huihui District, White Rock City. My tutor is a master of Thorns Heart, his profession is a ranger and a mage... It used to be, these Nian has been traveling outside, and recently returned from the north. The last registration place was at Sentry Monitoring Station No. 112. It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty the Queen!"

A series of self-introductions popped out like this. The elf who claimed to be Berna Breeze stuttered a bit at the beginning, but then the words became very smooth, and the reflexive string of words seemed to be memorized countless times. It was the same, so that until her voice fell, Bersetia didn't react at all for two seconds before the Silver Queen blinked and glanced at the elf girl in front of her in amazement.

   Elaine, who was on the side, couldn't help but say: "You mean... you are a silver elf? Are you a silver elf traveling outside?"

While talking, she subconsciously looked at the other person's eyes again, but at such a close distance, she was more and more sure that the girl in front of her was not a silver elf, whether it was from the physical characteristics or the "breath of life" exuding. , The other party made her feel very strange, it was not even like the "texture" of any race she knew, and after careful examination, Elaine discovered another thing:

  The "magic patterns" on the surface of the fairy girl's body are not painted decorations, they are simply part of her skin! Those runes even continued to operate like a real magic circle, constructing a complex flow of magic power that she couldn't understand.

"Yes...Yes, I'm really a silver elf, I..." Berna noticed Elaine's gaze, and immediately shrank back subconsciously, as if to hide somewhere, whispered, "These things on my body It’s because...because of some special experiences...but I'm really a silver elf..."

   Elaine blinked, as if she wanted to say something more, but suddenly she felt the subtle movement hints of the silver queen next to her, and immediately stopped silently.

"...It seems that you have gone through a lot. It should be an adventure that no one can imagine." Belsetia smiled and looked at the petite elf in front of you. "Although it seems that your body has undergone a lot of changes, silver The elves are always happy to accept brothers and sisters who have returned home from a long journey. In short, welcome back."

Berna listened to the Empress Silver talking to herself in a daze. It seemed that she could not react a little bit. She was stunned for two seconds before nodding her head quickly: "Ah, yes, it's really hard to imagine... I didn't even think that I would be …Um, I was sent back by Mr. Amoen himself, and we also passed through the shadow world. Oh, yes, I also brought some helpers. I heard that you need help here, but I don’t know how much they can help. …"

While talking, the elf turned his head and looked into the depths of the jungle. Bersetia and Elaine were surprised to see that the runes on the elf girl suddenly sparkled one by one, and they began to radiate. The glow that was far brighter than before, shone like a breathing star on the surface of Berna’s skin. The dazzlingly complex "casting process" was completed in an instant, and Bersetia felt that there was a huge scale. The "signal" spread out from the elf girl, and in the next second, she heard countless heavy footsteps ringing from the dense forest not far away, accompanied by the sound of grass and trees breaking and branches rubbing.

  After a while, she saw the tall treants, a huge number of treants like a legion, but they were completely different from the "guardian ancient trees" that Bersetia was familiar with.

Those “plants” with wisdom strode out from the dense forest, lined up in a neat, obviously rigorously trained queue, exuding the aura of a professional soldier, alloy-cast armor and various auxiliary equipment Hanging on their trunks and branches, arming them into a majestic and weird appearance, and the ends of the arms of these treants that have been obviously modified are equipped with rails that don’t look like soldiers can hold them in their hands. Speed ​​up the gun.

  The thing looks like a main gun directly unloaded from a heavy tank, and every section of rails and rivets are filled with the brilliance of "abundant military virtues".

Bersetia watched in astonishment as these "tree men" wearing alloy armor and holding main tank guns came out of the forest, forming a legion behind Berna like a silent guard. After a short moment, All the swaying of the branches and the sound of friction stopped at the same time, and Berna, a petite figure, stood at the forefront of the legion. She showed a bright smile, and the complex runes on the surface of her body were radiant.

   "This is..." Elaine looked at this scene in astonishment, before finally speaking for a long time, "What are these?"

"It was the'bodyguard' that Sister Bertila asked me to take when I set off... She said that the south is not safe, and girls must bring some helpers to protect themselves when they go out alone," Berna smiled a little smugly, but she was embarrassed when she said it. Rubbing her hands, "But I think her reaction is a bit exaggerated... She sent me almost all of the Thorin guards, and also asked me to bring a set of magic crystal shell production line. The production line has been taken apart. The guards who came out last carried them on their backs."

"Bodyguard..." The corners of Bersetia's mouth twitched. She didn't even notice that the other party finally mentioned that she had brought a production line. "As a bodyguard, this is really exaggerated... But I have to say that we do now. These are urgently needed!"

   "It would be great if you can help," Berna laughed. "These guards are all commanded by me, but I don't know much about fighting, so you can tell me what to do when that happens..."

"Okay," Bersetia nodded and said, but then she showed a slightly worried look, "but then again, Guardian of Thorin... As far as I know, this should be the garrison of the giant tree of Thorin? You take it all at once. With so many guards, is there really no problem with Thorin's giant tree?"

"The giant tree has Commander Margarita's regiment guard, and it's inland in Cecil, far away from the front line. The enemy doesn't fly very much, so there shouldn't be any danger," Berna Nodded, and said honestly, "And Sister Bertila said, Guardian Thorin grows from her canopy, as long as there is enough time to regenerate, she also said..."

   Berna scratched her hair at this point, seeming to remember something, and after a few seconds, she continued: “She also said it’s like a lice in the hair, it will grow back after a while...”

  Listening to the frank and honest statement of the elf, Elaine's expression could not help but froze, and then with a dull gaze, she looked up at the treants with heavy armor and heavy firepower.

  This is definitely the biggest "lice" she has ever seen in her life. But considering the size of the Thorin tree, this seems reasonable?

  No way, or it’s too weird... look up again?

Bersetia didn’t seem to care about Elaine’s sudden weird behavior. She just looked thoughtfully at the "bodyguards" behind Berna, and then looked back at the "wooden door" she had just opened. With a weird expression, he looked at Ammon, who had been standing next to him quietly since just now: "I have a question, how can such a team... how to take it out? You can't let them go through the door and go directly into the law. Buti Fortress, right?"

"I will take them to the forest near the Fabuti fortress, and then you will send someone to pick up the Cecil Expeditionary Force, which was supported from the Western Front via a secret route," Ammon had obviously considered it a long time ago. In this matter, "I believe no one will doubt the words of the Silver Queen at this time, especially... many people have probably already adapted to the unexpected'surprise' of the Cecil Empire."

"Well, this is indeed a surprise," Bersetia said with a complicated expression, and then let out a soft breath, her expression relaxed, "Anyway... if there is such a support army, at least the Gaoling Line of Defense The situation will not continue to deteriorate due to the aberrant regiments going south, and we can even consider regaining several strategic locations in the northern part of the forest barrier. Although I still doubt whether the strength of the southern line is enough to start the'blocking wall' plan , But at least now I have the confidence to come up with this plan."

"I only hope everything goes well," Amone lowered his head gently again, touched the tops of Belcetia and Elaine with the tip of his nose, and then slowly got up, "Well, I have been here for long enough, even if there is one The layer of "Foreign Land" has already begun to be affected by this land. Let's see you next time."

   "See you next time." Bersetia nodded gently and said, then pulled Elaine next to her and took two steps back, watching Amoen slowly turn around and walk towards the depths of the dense forest.

"I'll see you, Your Majesty, I will go to the forest east of Fabuti and wait!" Berna also waved to the silver queen, master and servant, and said with a bright smile, and then she ran briskly towards The tree guard who was closest to him, with the help of the railgun hanging down from the opponent and the armor connection points around the trunk, climbed neatly and swiftly to the tree's "shoulders".

The heavy "Guardian of Thorin" made a series of low grunts, the wooden structure twisted and turned, turning back with the whole army, and then carrying Berna, who was the command center, to keep up with the fading away Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Moen's footsteps.

  ...

  At the same time, the neural network encrypts the leveling of consciousness.

"So you assigned all your'guards' to that elf as a'bodyguard'?" In a garden surrounded by pure white flowers, Gawain was sitting at a small round table decorated with lavender, with With a helpless expression, she looked at the woman in the green dress sitting opposite her, "Even packed an arms production line?"

"The body of the Thorin giant tree actually does not need so many guards to guard the Margarita Corps. Even the Margarita Corps does not have much influence. I am very confident in my self-defense ability." The woman in the green dress opposite the round table said casually with an indifferent expression, a cup of steaming tea appeared in her hands out of thin air, and she continued to speak while stirring, "Anyway, those guards are just growing out of my canopy. Creatures' are like lice in the hair, they can grow a lot after a while..."

   "...your wonderful metaphor is getting more and more weird," Gawain's mouth trembles, "but...well, you have good reasons, and it is really good for the situation today.

   "Let’s talk about business next, you say... You have re-perceived the life signal of the dark priest named ‘Bertlem’? And he is actively approaching your distal roots?"