Sword of Daybreaker

There was a burst of murmur in the magical device for communication. Berna did not care about these disturbances. She just waited for a few seconds with a smile and heard a hoarse, low, like dry branches. The sound of friction together came from the device:

“Today's wasteland is still as boring as it used to be in the past – Captain Bertila, why did you suddenly contact through the dark bridge?”

"I want to confirm the situation of the post," said Bellina, who is the middle leader of the cult organization. "You should already know that the blind monsters attacked the borders of Tifeng and Ansu at the same time. ""

"...the ‘this side’ of the wall is under control, and the accident that occurred outside the wall has nothing to do with us, Master.”

Bertila snorted and apparently was not satisfied with this response: "There are variants in the distortions that have primary intelligence and strong ability to cast spells. Why didn't they mention these changes in previous reports?"

The sound opposite the communication device was silent for a moment, then the rustling sounded again: "...we did not observe the variant you said."

Bertila's good-looking brow wrinkled slightly. Apparently she was even more dissatisfied with this answer: "Can I make it freely on this issue? Now even the humans outside the wall have witnessed the new mutant monster, you really do not know?"

"Bettila, do not question the loyalty of the 'salker', we don't know what the variant you are talking about, but we will investigate it - if everything is true, then only Explain that the monsters are undergoing a new mutation that has never been observed before. In the face of this change, waiting patiently for the results is the most sensible choice."

"I will wait," Bellilla's expression was cold and stiff. "But I don't have much patience."

"Patience, patience, we have been patient for seven hundred years, and nothing has affected our plans..."

The noise and the human voice in the communication device gradually weakened together. Bertila knew that the effect of the "dark bridge" was reaching the limit, and the illegal signal coverage in the channel would soon be noticed by the magicians of the silver empire, so Before the news was completely interrupted, she said in a hurry: "The elves will soon notice the movement of the magnificent wall, our channel will be reset, and the second set of plans will be modified..."

The sky is covered with muddy clouds like mud, and the turbulent chaos can create a never-ending lightning in the clouds. The whistling wind carries poisonous gas and radiation dust, and everything is deadly. The environment is withered or falsified, or the distortion is distorted. Even the earth, which is regarded as the cornerstone of all things, is transformed into the waste soil that is covered with scorch in the corrosive magical energy. Here, it is the place where the vitality is cut off.

But there are still some "things" that are active in this life-threatening place.

Just after the wasteland, the magical area of ​​the scars, a "forest" is slowly creeping.

The dark, twisted branches grow freely in the decaying magical energy. The sparsely messy gray leaves hang on the branches, or the pale or blood-red crystals smash the epidermis of these plants, just like the mosaics grow in the creepy Between twisted branches and leaves, no scholar in the world can identify the varieties or names of these "trees". Even in the most absurd and bizarre paintings that specifically describe the Black Forest, no one will draw such a strange pattern. Trees"--especially these trees are still shaking their own branches, walking on the ground with the dense roots, which is beyond the imagination of human beings.

Numerous such "trees" are creeping on the waste soil. Their roots are like the tangled snakes, which are constantly dilating, contracting, and squirming. From time to time, there will be "trees" to slow down the creeping speed. Plunge into the corrupted soil for a short time, and seize the time to extract the only nutrients left in the soil, but even so, their creeping pace will never stop, as if their mission is to continue to waste land. The trek is general.

In the middle of the creeping forest, an extraordinarily large and extraordinarily ancient strange tree slowly marches under the support of its partners. Its wrinkled and barked bark shrinks together, forming a strange look like the old man's face. The pattern, the face formed by the bark, changed slightly. From the dry cracked mouth of "it", there was a hoarse and low voice: "No need to worry, Master Bertila, everything is in control..."

After a while, this old face closed his mouth, but around this giant tree, many smaller creeping trees swayed in unison, and a face was on the creased bark. It emerged and looked out of the forest with the distortion of the branches of the trees.

On the outside of the creeping forest, on the waste soil that is scattered on the scorched scorch, countless horrible flesh-and-blood giants are slowly moving, enough to make ordinary people maddening and whispering from the chest of every giant, and flooding The whole wilderness.

And between those blind and foolish flesh-and-blood giants, one or two extraordinarily large individuals can be seen from time to time. They are two or three times taller than the average giant. They are slowly marching in the ranks and moving closer to the creeping forest. Direction...

Every leaf of the creeping forest is shaking, and in the sound of the slap, there is an ethereal saying: "Everything is under control..."

Bertila ended the newsletter and fixedly looked at the magical device that had dimmed.

"The sacrificer..." The female teacher closed her eyes, and the cold and indifferent expression brought a trace of memory and bitterness. "Seven hundred years..."

But only a few seconds later, the female superintendent converges all the unwanted emotional changes. She opens her eyes and her eyes become cold and alienated. After confirming that the "dark bridge" has been collected, there is no magic device. After leaving anything strange, she sorted out the folds on her clothes and turned to leave the place.

However, her feet seemed to have been rooted in the same place, and even though she had turned around, she failed to lift her pace.

She looked down at her strangely, but found that her roots did not appear - it was not the vines and roots that set her in place, but her own legs, her own feet.

Bertila frowned and tried to lift her foot again, but this time she was not successful, and even her hands were placed on the magical device that had been extinguished!

The female singer exclaimed in a low voice: "Berna? What are you doing?!"

Bertila’s body stiffened and there was no longer any movement. However, a deep confrontation was unfolding inside the body, her face—the innocent and beautiful face of an elf. At this moment, different expressions are constantly changing, sometimes angry, sometimes painful, sometimes determined, sometimes desperate...

In the end, all the expressions ended in a layer of indifference, and Bertila regained control of the body.

However, there was a sigh in her mouth.

"Berner... This is your last wayward.

"Go ahead, before I change my mind."

The elf girl's body slammed, then slowly walked toward the magical terminal in the room, she gently rubbed the smooth alloy surface of the magic guide terminal, and then placed her hand on the top of it slightly.

After a while, the elf rune re-brightened, the haze projection and the sound appeared together, and a smiling silver elf waved in front of Berna.

"Windtalker 1015, hello, sisters who are far away."

The elf girl hesitated, but still slowly broke the silence: "I am... Berna · Breeze, from... White Rock City."

"Okay, Miss Berna, how do you feel when you are traveling? Are you going to contact the family of the empire? Or do you want to report what you see and hear outside? Or do you have special circumstances that need to be transferred to a confidential line?"

"I... No, I don't need to contact my family. I only have a few words, I want to give the master of the thorns of the Moon Valley."

"Okay, please let me know, it will be recorded for you."

"...Instructor, I am very good outside. Traveling is really a very interesting thing. The world is big, it is much better than the forest I have seen in my hometown...

"I know a lot of people, humans, elves who are also traveling, and dwarves that are common in the north of the mainland, and even a goblin - the goblins are really interesting, small, but they talk. Full of...

"Teacher, I don't regret coming out to see the world, but I also want to see the forests of my hometown...

"But... I don't go back.

"I want to stay outside the world, because of a promise, I have to finish.

"There is one more thing, the mentor, you don't want to gamble again... Really, it's really hard to say when you say it to others...

"That's all, Miss Windtalker."

"Okay, it has been recorded," the silver elf on the magic light curtain smiled and recorded Bernard's words, and then asked, "Is there any other message to be handed over to someone else?"

Elf girl Bella was silent for a moment, shaking her head slightly: "No."

"Okay, distant sisters - I am very happy to have this short conversation. I hope I will see you again next time. May the stars and the earth always care for you."

"I hope the stars and the earth will always care for you. Thank you."

The runes on the surface of the communication device gradually dimmed, and Bellina’s mouth repeated as if she said to herself: “Thank you.”

This is obviously not to say to the windtalkers who are already offline.

The body of the "Elf Girl" shook a little, and there was an indifferent voice from her mouth: "You don't have to say thank you to me. You and I know very well that this is part of the transaction contract.

"You pay for your flesh and blood, and I make up for your regret.

"I am just to better stabilize the flesh and blood after the 'fusion', and on the other hand, I have been monitoring your actions, your words and deeds can not surpass my **** - so you really have nothing Thanks me."

There was a long silence in the room. After a few minutes, Bertila suddenly chuckled: "Oh... I will be affected by you..."

She shook her head, and all the expression on her face quickly converges. Then she opened the door of the compartment and left the place without hesitation.

She skillfully passed the checkpoint in the messenger hall, crossed the street, and left the town built by the elves from another entrance.

Soon after, she had already walked in the coniferous forest outside the valley.

Bertila, who still maintains the "Berna" form, walks in the forest. Although she is surrounded by the uninhabited Bentham forest, she seems to be walking in the garden at home. She walks slowly and arrives at one. After stopping in the middle of the forest, he stopped.

She smiled and looked up and looked at Solderin, who had opened a short bow not far ahead.

"Sor's sister, we met again."