"This is... your ability?" It took a while for Vendy to react.
"She can't hear you," Annie said. "After turning into a weapon, Broken Sword will lose the ability to communicate with the outside world. Only when you hold her will she be able to perceive the world through your five senses. "
"So that's how it is?" Wendy hesitated for a moment before she stepped forward and gently grasped the hilt of the sword. In an instant, her mind seemed to have gained an additional consciousness. The blade of the sword fused with her at this moment, as if it had become a part of her body. Not only that, Vendy also felt that her vision and hearing had become much sharper, and her whole body was full of strength.
"This is..."
Symbiosis. Broken Sword's voice rang in his mind. When you pick me up, everything I have will be attached to you. Speaking of this, her voice seemed to reveal a trace of regret. Unfortunately, my body is not very good since childhood, and my strength is limited. Even if I am with you, I can't help much.
So the reason why I feel full of strength is because I inherited Broken Sword's ability.
Vendy raised the weapon and carefully looked at it. The hilt felt warm and soft, like a living thing. The shape of the blade was a bit strange. It was only about an arm's length, but it was thin like a finger, flat at the front and round at the back. Rather than saying it was like a sword, it was more like a magnified needle. If one looked closely, they could also see the fine stripes on the blade, as if it was tied up by countless silver filaments.
Vendy could not help but think of Broken Sword's striking silver hair.
"How long can you maintain this form?"
If you don't change repeatedly, it can last forever.
It seems like it's the same as Maggie, she thought. Only the moment of change will consume a lot of magic power.
Maggie? Do you mean that huge pigeon?
Vendy was stunned for a moment before she realized that as long as she was close to Broken Sword, she could see her thoughts. This made her a little flustered. After all, there were some things that she did not want anyone to know.
Your mood is a little unstable... What is this, a cloth belt?
"Nothing," Wendy hurriedly stuck the blade back into the ground and looked at Annie. "Ahem, can anyone become one with the broken sword?"
"In theory, as long as she is willing to accept it, ordinary people can also get her power." Annie nodded. "But in that state, she is just an extraordinarily hard weapon. Only in the hands of witches can she exert her true strength."
"In the hands of witches?"
"Yes." Annie seemed to have noticed something and said calmly, "In addition, telepathy doesn't mean spying on your mind. As long as you don't focus on your current thoughts, Broken Sword won't be able to detect your mood."
"I see." Vendy calmed down and grasped the hilt again.
Did I say something wrong just now? I … I'm sorry. I won't casually ask such a question again. Broken Sword's eager voice immediately appeared in her mind.
"No, nothing …" She suddenly thought of a question. "If I suddenly put you down, what would you see?"
They would become pitch-black, without any sound or touch, as if they were floating in the void.
Sure enough, the experience of losing all senses in an instant will not be good. Thinking of this, Vendy said as slowly as possible, "I should be the one to apologize... Don't worry, I won't casually leave you behind again."
Dagger looked a little surprised and replied softly after a while. "Yes."
"By the way, Annie said that only witches can exert your true strength?"
"That's right. If I fight in the form of a weapon, I will also get hurt if I bump too much. However, witches can increase the sharpness and attack range of the blade by injecting magic power. Even without touching the enemy, they can still stab him. "
Wendy followed his instructions and injected magic into the broken sword. The silver sword was suddenly covered with a layer of hazy white light, like a constantly flowing mist. At the same time, she felt the level of magic power in her body was rapidly declining. Obviously, this state could not be maintained for long.
Under the urging of Broken Sword, Vendy aimed at an olive tree branch and quickly waved the long sword. She saw a sharp air flow from the tip of the sword and instantly cut the branch in half.
"This is... wind?" She asked in surprise.
"The magic power injected will reflect the power of the sword holder to a certain extent. It turns out that you are a combat witch." Broken Sword was a little surprised. "If it's Annie, she can't let her power leave the blade."
"So that's how it is." Vendy could not help thinking of Anna's Blackfire. If she attacked with all her magic power, what would the scene be like? It would probably be no less powerful than the Sigil of God's Will that could trigger the Sky Thunder. However, Anna was one of the most important witches in the Alliance and His Majesty's beloved. It was basically impossible for her to go to the battlefield in person.
As for the other combat witches... She thought for a long time but could not find a suitable candidate, so she simply circled Broken Sword's name. It was better to let His Majesty decide who should cooperate with Broken Sword's ability.
When the loud and melodious whistle came from the direction of the dock, Roland put down the quill in his hand and could not help but stretch.
One long and two short, the whole dock resonated. This was the signal for the army to set off.
After completing the battle preparations, the expedition team of the First Army spent only one morning boarding the ships. The first batch of cement ships carrying soldiers would officially leave Neverwinter for Fallen Dragon Ridge with the sound of the steam whistle.
After that, many ships would take on the task of transporting ammunition and provisions. Until the new and old soldiers finished gathering at Fallen Dragon Ridge, the battle to recover the Southernmost Region would officially begin.
However, he had finally taken this step.
Roland glanced at the densely packed sketches on the table. They were the design drawings of the internal combustion engine. As the second-generation prime power machine that completely replaced the steam engine, it was self-evident that the internal combustion engine was of great importance to the industry and even changed the course of world history to a certain extent. From the first piston engine and gas turbine to the later jet engine, the internal combustion engine almost carried half of the sky of industrial power. It was not until the appearance of the electric motor that the insufferably arrogant dominant position was shaken.
There was no doubt that as one of the most important machinery in history, the internal combustion engine would blossom in a new era in Neverwinter. The Blackwater in the Southernmost Region was an extremely important part of this plan. If he could extract fuel from it, the following development would naturally be a matter of course. If not, he could only consider using alcohol as fuel. Even if it was technically feasible, the scale would definitely be greatly limited.
At this moment, Agatha suddenly knocked on the door and walked into the room.
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