Wycliffe's expression was serious and solemn when he said these words. Obviously, he had made up his mind, and it was not an impulsive decision. Perhaps even before the arrival of the Pitman, when he first heard about Cecil's' medical technology 'from the White Knight, this decision had already taken root in the human king's chest.
Even a cynical person like the Pitman would put away his playful smile and treat a decisive king with a serious attitude.
"Well, since this is your decision, I still want to remind you that this is my responsibility as the person in charge of this medical ship." The stooped old Druil came forward and looked at Wycliffe beside the bed. "The mechanical prosthesis is a new technology. It is the product of the fusion of Druil's spells, arcanotech devices, and Tarlonde implant technology. We have some successful experience, but there are still some imperfections. As one of the main developers of this technology, I am confident that I can complete this surgery on you. But one day in the future, this arm may have problems, and even in the worst case … "
The old Druil paused as if he was thinking about his words. After a moment, he said tactfully, "The prosthesis may fail, and you may need another surgery. Considering the problem of technological update, we may need to reopen your broken arm and replace the connection points of the artificial nerves and the alloy bone inside. This process may not be so pleasant."
"For me, it is more important to recover in the shortest time possible. I heard from the doctor who took care of me that the Alliance needs every bit of strength now, right?" Wycliffe said calmly. "Prepare a mechanical prosthesis for me. To be honest … I am looking forward to it now."
"Well, a mechanical prosthesis." The Pitman sighed and waved his hand. Then, as if he remembered something, he suddenly asked, "By the way, is one enough?"
"… Huh?" Wycliffe was dumbfounded.
The Pitman was amused. As he gestured, he explained to Wycliffe, "Anyway, it's just a matter of time. If you don't have enough, I can add two more for you. After all, the mechanical prosthesis is not a natural limb, it's easier to change the connection points …"
Wycliffe was stunned. Just a second ago, he felt that his ability to accept the incredible new technology of the Cecil people was quite strong. He was even a little proud of it. But now, he immediately realized that his understanding of this era was still too shallow. The things that Cecil people came up with might be a little too early for ordinary humans …
"Err … This … I think I'll pass." The human king waved his hand awkwardly, trying to make his expression look calm. "A normal arm is good enough. I feel like I can't use more …"
"Okay then. Most people are not used to this. After all, we have not developed to the height of Tarlonde." The Pitman was quite open-minded. When he heard the king's refusal, he casually said, "Anyway, I'll leave the connection points for you. If you feel that it's not enough, I'll add a few more for you …"
The topic was getting weirder and weirder. Wycliffe gradually felt that he could not keep up with the other party's pace. He could only maintain an awkward but polite smile and try to brush it off. Fortunately, the old Druil in front of him did not dwell on this creepy topic for too long. After some imagination, the Pitman looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall of the ward. He then stood up and said, "Okay, I've been here for quite some time. I won't disturb you. You have a friend waiting outside. I'll call her in."
"Friend?" Wycliffe was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he did not expect a friend to visit him while he was recuperating in the floating fortress in the sky. "Who is it?"
"You'll know when she comes in." The Pitman waved his hand and turned to the door. "Anyway, it's a furry girl. She's been waiting outside for a long time …"
"Furry?" Wycliffe was a little stunned and could not react for a moment. But soon his doubts in his heart were explained. Not long after the Pitman left, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside. A tall and well-proportioned orc lady with a bandage on her head and a loose "hospital gown" appeared in front of him.
The orc lady smiled in the bright sunlight that shone in through the window. Her furry face that was 30% feline features and 70% human female features looked particularly friendly. "Hey! Wycliffe! It's a good thing to see that your head is still on your body. Two days ago, I was ready to go to your grave every year from now on … "
Listening to the loud and cheerful voice of the orc lady, Wycliffe could not help but feel a little helpless. "Camilla, your mouth … Forget it, you've been like this for so many years anyway …"
"Your way of praising people is still so tactful." Camilla came to Wycliffe's bed with a smile on her face. She picked up a fruit on the small table next to her and stuffed it into her mouth. As she chewed, she mumbled, "You're good. I heard that you've been holding on in Falm Fortress until the arrival of the Holy Setting Sun Legion. Look at your injuries now … Tsk tsk, you finally look like a brave warrior now. To be honest, I used to think that you were a sissy … "
The orc chief said casually as she looked at Wycliffe's still empty arm. The latter just twitched his mouth helplessly as he glanced at Camilla.
The Great Chieftain had obviously experienced a hellish battlefield. Under her carefree and energetic appearance, she couldn't hide the various wounds — or rather, she didn't hide them at all. Her head was wrapped in bandages. Of the two originally very energetic ears, only one was standing on top of her head, while the other was carefully wrapped in bandages. In addition, as far as the eye could see, her arms, collar, and almost every inch of her body that was exposed due to her carefree movements were also full of scars and scars.
Even the end of her furry tail was wrapped in bandages. It was obviously not very comfortable as Camilla had been subconsciously twisting her tail around.
"You look miserable," Wycliffe said thoughtfully. He seemed to have guessed why Camilla was here. "So you are now living on this' medical ship '?"
"I'm not far from you, but I didn't want to come up here. I know my body. These wounds are not life-threatening. It's a waste of time to find a place to recuperate," Camilla pouted and said in a displeased tone. "Unfortunately, Cecil's doctors don't think so. They said that if I continue to struggle, I will lose at least ten years of my life. For the sake of my future life, it's better to accept treatment …"
"Well, I'm still surprised. You don't look like a person who would be persuaded to recuperate." Wycliffe shrugged. "Especially in this situation, you're more likely to beat up the doctor who advised you to rest and apologize to them."
"… It's mainly because I didn't beat those doctors." Camilla's expression turned awkward for a moment. "Those white knights' ability to 'reason' is better than I thought. The reasoning just now was only explained to me after they beat me to the ground …"
Speaking of this, she suddenly widened her eyes and defended herself. "Of course, the main reason is that I was careless and not in a good condition. How can I beat those iron cans with my bare hands? Besides, who would have thought that a group of 'doctors' would be so good at fighting. Next time, I'll bring my axe and definitely … Forget it, I won't say anymore. "
Wycliffe's mouth twitched as he listened to the female chief's nagging for a long time. At this time, he finally could not help but interrupt. "… That group of White Knight claimed to be 'doctors'. You really believed them?"
"… I was careless." Camilla sighed. "I fell into Cecil's trap."
Wycliffe could not help but smile. At least at this moment, he finally felt the relaxed and familiar atmosphere that he had not felt for a long time.
But he did not immerse himself in this relaxation for too long. A few seconds later, the human king put away the smile on his face and looked into Camilla's eyes. "What's the situation now?"
"On the whole, it's good news. We are recovering the lost ground. The loopholes in the defense line from north to south are being repaired by the air fortresses and the ground troops brought by Cecil's people. The enemy's main force suffered a heavy blow on the day Dawn entered the battle. They should not be able to organize a large-scale attack like before in a short time. Currently, the main battlefield is shifting to the south. Stirl's troops and some air fortresses are consolidating the southern defense line.
"Stella and her army of golems are in the Sacred Mountain. The sprites are cooperating with Cecil's people to build a new communication network. I don't know much about the technology …"
"Wenna is now in Red Jade City, right below us. She is with Duke Bodwin, planning to take back the mountain barrier. Now there are still a lot of mutants occupying the mountain barrier in the east. Those are the 'regular army' under the command of someone. They are different from the monsters in the forest. And they have turned a large area into a wasteland. It may be a tough battle to take back that area. But as long as Dawn moves to the east, the problem will be solved … "Camilla's expression was complicated.
Her expression was a little complicated, and her voice was low. "… Until today, many of us have died. Cities and villages have been razed to the ground. Fertile fields and water sources have been polluted. Forests have been turned into charcoal. But many of us have survived. Wycliffe, you are an optimistic person. This time, you don't need me to persuade you, right?"
"Yes, many of us have survived," Wycliffe said softly. He slowly looked out of the window. The towering giant shadow of Dawn was rising from the depths of the clouds, reflecting the pale golden sunlight. "It's good to be alive."
"… Indeed, it's good to be alive. Only by being alive can we do what the dead could not do."
The ward was quiet for a moment. The two tribal leaders were deep in thought. Until a voice suddenly came from a communication device on the table not far away, breaking the silence in the room. A young female commander with a single golden ponytail appeared in the holographic projection above the device. She looked at Wycliffe with a serious expression. "I'm sorry to interrupt you and your friend, Your Majesty Wycliffe. I am Gina Prince, the supreme commander of Cecil's air force. I have something to ask you. It's about some details of the battle of Farm …"
…
Two hours later, north of Wolfridge Mountain, in front of the ruins of Farm Fortress, which was once razed to the ground by the mutant army, the towering steel church stood on the scorched earth. The energy barrier formed by the holy light covered the original fortress walls. The steel chariot formed crisscrossing firepower points within the energy coverage of the cathedral. A hastily built fortification blocked the mountain pass that was previously breached. The cannons extended from the fortification vigilantly pointed at the large area on the east side of the mountain range.
Large patches of molten material like obsidian crystals flowed down from the nearby mountains, forming layers of undulating obstacles in the mountain pass area. The flames of the Inferno Bomb had long been extinguished, but the terrible traces it left behind still deterred all the creatures who dared to challenge this battlefield.
In the sky above Falm Fortress, another steel church was still floating in the air, maintaining the air superiority of this region together with the entire aerial combat formation.
Inside the Church of the Flying Church, Sister Marian was standing in front of a pulpit made of steel. A holographic projection appeared above the prayer book-shaped platform. The projection clearly showed the scene of a certain ruin in Fort Farm. Judging from the angle of the projection, the scene was clearly coming from a communication terminal installed on the ground.
A priest in heavy white Knight armor appeared before the projection. He saluted the nun on the pulpit and said, "Sister Marian, we have arrived at the ruins of the north tower. This should be the place that King Wycliffe described to Commander Gina."
Marian frowned. "Have you found anything?"
"Not yet. All traces here have been destroyed. Even if there are any clues, they are probably buried in the deepest part of the ruins. But there are still some residual magic waves here. We are collecting readings of magic interference in the environment."
"Do a thorough search. Something wrong must have happened here," Marian said in a deep voice. "The Mutants had attacked the North Tower of Farm with an abnormal number of troops and stayed here for a long time after destroying the North Tower. This is not in line with their usual pattern of action. Those monsters may have erased many clues, but under the thunderous attack of Commander Amar, they should not have had time to erase all traces."
"Yes, Sister Marian!"
White Knight replied in a low voice. But after two seconds, the young priest could not help but ask, "Sister, what are we looking for?"
"… Our frontline scholars have found clues to the true purpose of the wasteland army on Wolfridge Mountain. What we are looking for may be a black cube with a side length of one to two meters. It is called a runestone. Those dark priests are trying to use this device to achieve some unspeakable sinister purpose …"
The blonde Sister Marian said with a serious expression. She glanced at the aerial view shown by another set of holographic projections nearby. She looked at the devastated land of Augoray and the warriors guarding the mountain pass and took a deep breath.
Perhaps, the warriors of the Battle Group hadn't achieved true victory on this land. Behind the monsters' apparent retreat was the truth behind their terrible scheme.
But … those monsters finally gave themselves away.
(End of Chapter)
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