The 'door' made of leaves and vines opened with a rustling sound. The petite blonde elf stepped into the open chamber from the dim corridor. She carefully stepped over the shimmering plant conduits that looked like blood vessels or nerve fibers. As she walked toward Bertilla, she said in a low voice, "I … woke up. I heard a lot of noises outside, so I came here to have a look …"
"A lot of noises?" Bertilla was startled for a moment, but she soon realized what she was talking about. "You mean the noises you heard in the nerve resonance? Sorry to wake you up. Those are nerve signals from the border of the wasteland. "
As she spoke, she slowly walked out of the vines where she was resting. The lush vines and leaves behind her like a robe and retreated, forming a structure that looked like a throne. Her eyes fell on the petite elf in front of her.
The young elf named 'Bellna' was wearing a plain shirt. The exposed skin on her arms, back, and legs were covered with complex runes and lines that were intertwined with light green and golden threads. These runes and lines were complex but orderly formed a tattoo-like 'array.' Where there were no runes, her skin was so white that it was almost transparent. The blood vessels under her skin could be vaguely seen, but there seemed to be some kind of glowing … 'solution' flowing within.
These features that were obviously different from normal humans and elves covered Berna's body, giving the young 'elf' an inhuman feeling like an alchemy doll. She stood in front of Bertilla, the runes on her body glowing slightly. She then glanced at the vines and nerve nodes that had shrunk into a 'throne' and asked cautiously, "Is the war at the border still fierce?"
"The war is fierce, but you don't have to worry about it. The enemy is a group of reptiles that can only occupy the wasteland. They can't reach the Sacred Plains," Bertilla said casually, with undisguised contempt in her voice. Then she looked at Berna. Although her face was expressionless, there was a hint of concern in her voice. "You, on the other hand, have just completed the last stage of growth. Now you need a good rest to let your nervous system adapt. Go back to your room, or play with your friends on the neural network …"
"I can't sleep. I feel very energetic …" Berna said softly. She seemed to be a little distressed. "And the neural network is full of news about the battlefield in the south. My friends are talking about the same thing …"
The young blonde elf paused as if she was hesitating. But in the end, she could not help but say, "I heard that the situation at the Silver Empire is not good? We seem to have lost contact with the south. The Silver Empire is isolated and without help, and even … even the Stellaris Temple has fallen from the sky … "
"Some people just like to exaggerate in the neural network. The further away they are, the more exaggerated the rumors are." Bertilla immediately commented rudely. Even the vines under her feet were shaking. "The Stellaris Temple was forced to land on the surface to plug the gap in the barrier. The Millennial Legion of the Silver Elves and the Ranger Legion of the Kingdom of Kaolin have already stabilized the defensive line. And we are not completely cut off from the south, just temporarily. We still have messengers in the Realm of Shadows and the backup communication channel of the Typhon Empire to contact the south. The situation is not that serious …"
"Forced landing … When I left my hometown, my mentor said that once the Stellaris Temple lands on the ground, it will never fly again." Berna recalled the memories that were a little blurry and yellow in her mind. Those memories were so distant that they seemed to belong to another person. But in these recent days of 'awakening', they kept surging up, little by little in her body that was' created 'with cutting-edge biochemical technology and magic rune technology. "Messenger … Is the messenger you are talking about the mysterious messenger codenamed' Deer Mover '? I heard from my friends on the network that the messenger is an ancient being that His Majesty knows … "
"… Something like that." Bertilla said casually. Then she could not help but ask, "You seem to be very concerned about the south recently?"
"I …" Berna hesitated for a moment, subconsciously grabbing the hem of her clothes. "I want to go back and have a look … Go back to the Silver Empire … Since the messenger can go there, maybe …"
"Berna." Bertilla did not wait for the other party to finish. She looked at the young elf who had just been 'born' biologically. Her tone was a little complicated. "I did promise to send you home, but … We did not expect the war to break out so early and end up like this. The situation now is not suitable. The flames of war are burning all over the continent, and your body … "
As she spoke, she could not help but look at the exposed runes on Berna's body.
The complex Druil runes and the Divine Power Reversal Formation inscribed on the body maintained the stability of the body. A set of fluid circulation system coexisted with the blood vessels in the body, and the complex bioalchemical solution flowed in the body. The nervous system under multiple layers of protection, spare organs, and bones with internal armor … This seemingly weak body was actually the culmination of the most advanced biochemical technology in the Cecil Empire. It was a creation even more incredible than a synthetic brain bred by the Solin Giant Tree. And all of this was to bring an elf who had been dead for many years back to this world and allow her to survive stably in the external environment.
"Although I have used technical means to allow you to move outside the culture capsule, and the results of several tests are in line with expectations, your last stage of growth has just completed. More tests are needed," Bertilla said patiently. "In the Solin Giant Tree, I can deal with you in time if you have any problems. But once you go to the south, I can't take care of you. In the Silver Empire, who can repair your body?"
Berna stared at the former Dark Hierarch in front of her. After a moment, she suddenly laughed.
She was still the little elf Berna, but she was not as ignorant as she used to be. She knew about Bertilla's past, about the Dark Age, and what had happened to her. But it was because of this that looking at the 'Dark Hierarch' now made her feel particularly … incredible.
But the little elf had made up her mind.
"I know the state of my body. Sister Bertilla, don't forget that I have the knowledge you shared in my mind. I know how my body works," the petite blonde elf said calmly but firmly. "I know the south is dangerous, but it is because of this that I have to go back and have a look. I have been away from home for a long time. Maybe some people can't see me this time, but they will never see me again … And you don't have to worry about the condition of my body. There are also many excellent Druil in the Silver Empire. I can also deal with my 'malfunction' urgently. Even if there is a problem, Mr. Messenger can still send me back here in time."
"That Mr. Messenger … Well, maybe." Bertilla said helplessly. Her mind (and many auxiliary minds) were working quickly. After realizing that the Silver Elf who had left home for many years had made up her mind, she began to think about the feasibility of this matter. If she could not get rid of the Silver Elf's idea, perhaps the only thing she could do was to prevent this matter from spiraling out of control.
After thinking for a while, she finally raised her eyes again. She looked at Bellona and sighed. "Alright, since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you. But don't get too excited yet. We have to plan this carefully. I can't let you run to the south so recklessly. You've already paid the price for your recklessness. And I have to discuss this matter with Brother Gwen. That Mr. Messenger … "
She paused for a moment. Even though it was difficult for her to show any expression on her face, she still couldn't help but twitch her lips. "That messenger is no ordinary person. I hope you won't be scared when you see him."
…
The wind mixed with the smell of gunpowder swept across the old defense line, which had been reduced to a scorched earth. The coarse sand was swept up by the wind, hitting the broken earth and the towering walls of the border fortress. The flag fluttered in the wind. The edges of the flag, charred by fire and magic, curled up and brushed against Bersetia's pale blonde hair. The wind also brought the whispers of the distant forest.
Bersetia looked down at the earth, not saying a word in the wind. Only a faint wave of magic occasionally came from her, indicating that she was listening to the 'voice' from afar.
A tall, middle-aged man with short black hair, armor, and a dark red eye patch over one eye stood beside the ruler of the Silver Empire. They looked down at the scorched earth and the creeping 'mountain range' at the end of the scorched earth. After a long silence, the middle-aged man broke the silence. "Our attempt to recapture the Blue Rocky Hills has failed. The soldiers have temporarily withdrawn from the defense line. The monsters have invested more troops in the Blue Rocky Hills than we thought, and they seem to intend to use it as a long-term stronghold to 'build'."
"I have heard the news in the wind. The Guardian Tree and the Millennial Legion are on their way to support, Your Majesty Aldris," Bersetia said in a low voice. "Now our battle line is in a deadlock between the Blue Rocky Hills and the forest barrier. As more and more Millennial Legion soldiers cross the Homecoming Bridge, the monsters from the wasteland are also increasing their numbers."
"The most critical moment is over, but we are still far from the real dawn, Your Majesty." Aldris, the king of the Kingdom of Kaolin, squinted his remaining eye slightly in the wind. "Now several areas in the northern forest barrier have been turned into wasteland. We have to divert a considerable number of troops to deal with the mutants that are constantly 'growing' out of the air. We also have to find a way to purify the pollution spreading in the forest. The whole battle line is too long, and our soldiers are exhausted. Those monsters are not afraid of death. If the situation continues to be this stalemate, we will fall again. "
Bersetia did not speak for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, she said in a low voice, "But we can't take a step back. You know the news from the north, the real purpose of the monsters attacking the civilized world is very likely to be to place some kind of 'control node' in a specific location that can control the entire planet's magic system. The stalemate is very difficult now, but we have no choice. We have to survive this stage."
"On the day of the fall of the Stellar Temple, you did not give up on the Kingdom of Kaolin, so the Kingdom of Kaolin will never betray the Alliance. But I have to say … if there is no way to break out of this stalemate, this war is really going to be tough." Aldris sighed. "Recently, our reconnaissance team has found traces of the mutants at the northwest border. Apparently, some of the monsters that were attacking the western front are now moving towards us. Although there are not many of them now, this is not a good sign."
Just as he spoke, a sudden rush of footsteps suddenly came from the nearby wall. Bersetia turned her head and saw a young man with short black hair, a long sword at his waist, and dressed in a military uniform walking towards them. It was the only son of King Aldris of Kaolin, Lorraine, who had just come of age not long ago.
"Why are you so flustered?" Seeing Lorraine in a hurry, Aldris immediately frowned and asked in a slightly stern tone.
"Greta Fortress is under attack," Lorraine said quickly. "The enemy came from the direction of the Dark Intersection."
"Again? Those bastards are not done yet, are they? " Aldris, who was boorish, immediately cursed. He then quickly walked to the other side of the wall and turned back to Bersetia. "I have to meet with the generals. The situation in Greta Fortress is not good recently. Your Majesty, as I said, if we can't find a way to break out of this stalemate, this battle is really going to be tough!"
The tall king and his young heir quickly disappeared from the wall, and Bersetia's sight quickly returned to the direction of the forest barrier. With the unique perception of the Silver Elves, she could not only see the devastated land, but also other things in the forest and soil. The struggling breath of life, the spreading chaotic power, the 'memories' that the mortals left on the land were being devoured by the darkness. Civilization was fading, and it had already faded to the edge of the fortress, but it stubbornly stopped here. With the support of countless mortals' strong will, the border line and the dark power from the wasteland were in a stalemate, continuing to devour each other, and the tug of war between the two sides.
…
At the same time, at the northern frontline of the Gondor wasteland, Fendil Werde, in full military uniform, was driving an arcanotech vehicle through the vast wasteland between the advance camps.
The cold wind blew hard ice and snow on the door of the arcanotech vehicle, and the whistling of the wind kept people in a tense state. The mountains in the distance were hazy due to the bad weather, but there was a bright blue light column in the distance. That was the light released by the purification device. In this bad weather, it was just right to guide the way forward.
A soldier's voice came from behind. "Sir, do you need me to change shifts? You have been driving for a long time. "
"No need. We are passing through the gap of the purification zone. It's better not to stop." Fendil said to the soldier in the back without looking back. He then looked down slightly and glanced at the mission summary in his hand.
Mission: Go to the newly established frontline laboratory and assist the laboratory director to set up the magic network communication system.
Note: Maintain a calm and polite attitude.
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