Sword of Dawn

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Along the way, Solderin has learned a lot about Berna. This lively elf girl seems to be unable to control her mouth. Basically, if she asks a question, she will say something blah blah blah. There are a lot of things related to himself, and compared with her, Soldering seems to be more careful about words.

After all, his current identity is still disguised, and if he can say a few words less, he can reduce the risk of exposure.

Soldering did not remove his disguise just because he passed the human level, because constant vigilance is an essential quality of an excellent ranger—not to mention, he only brought women's clothing when he set off...

After all, he is the leader of Lipai.

After Berna showed a smirk for the third time, Solderling couldn't help but glanced at her: "You are very happy."

"Of course, we are going to the monitoring station!" Bernardo smiled happily, "This is the largest monitoring station in the north of the mainland, and there is a city around the station! After I settle down in the city, I will first find a tavern. Drink a large glass of fruit mead, and then eat dried fruit and sommini pies! Let me tell you, everything in the human world is good, but the food is really terrible. enough……"

Solderin silently listened to Berna's chanting, and before he knew it, the entrance of the city had appeared not far away.

As Bernard said, this is the largest monitoring station in the northern part of the mainland. The elves occupy the entire valley here, and have built a large-scale city centered on the communication tower deep in the valley.Seeing those spiers and city walls with elf style, and the compatriots in charge of guarding the city entrance, Soldering couldn't help showing a smile.

At the city entrance, guards stopped the two of them for routine identity checks and questioning.

Soldering took out the Silver Empire badge that could prove his identity, and asked casually, "Has there been any movement in the Sentinel Tower recently?"

"Everything is normal, so is the sentinel tower, so is the monitoring station, and so is this city," said the guard in charge of the inspection, who was wearing silver-white elf-style light armor and held a spear in his hand. He took Solderin's badge with one hand while He said casually, "How does it feel to travel in the human world?"

Solderling smiled slightly: "The novelty is still there, their society is always changing rapidly."

Of course, the changes are fast. The ancestors who have been hanging on the wall for 700 years suddenly climbed out by themselves. Who of you has seen this operation?

"Huh?" The guard checked the inscription on the back of the badge, and suddenly made a suspicious voice, he looked up at Solderin, "Solderin, male, Frostleaf family—are you sure this badge is yours? "

"Oh, I forgot about that." Soldering quickly slapped his head, and then released a small spell on the badge. The resonance of the spell proved that he was the bearer of the badge, "I am."

"Then you..." The guard looked up and down at Soldering's huntress outfit, "Did you cause trouble in human society? Are you wanted?"

It can be seen that this is also a well-informed guard.

Solderling didn't intend to explain too much. Although he was his compatriots in front of him, it was troublesome to explain some things, so he casually whispered: "Recently, I changed my dressing style."

The guard looked clear: "Oh, then there's no problem."

It can be seen that this is really a well-informed guard.

Chapter 0305 Contact

Due to the special tradition of the silver elves, about one-third of them will choose to travel outside their hometown to increase their knowledge and learn knowledge after they become adults. Most of the elves will not travel beyond the Gaoling Kingdom in the south , but for challenge-loving, curious (and desperately in need of hair restorer) elves, the only way to prove that life is worth living (or that hair loss really isn't) is by traveling across the continent.

And those monitoring stations set up around the magnificent wall are not only the maintenance and monitoring centers of the Sentinel Tower, but also an important base for the elves traveling on the mainland to contact their homeland.

Walking on the streets of the town, looking at the familiar buildings in his hometown around him, seeing the faces of compatriots coming and going, and hearing the friendly elf language that seems to have a certain rhythm, Soldering felt a little bit Feeling: This is the second hometown established in the northeast of the mainland by wanderers who have been away from home for many years. All the elves gathered here are people who have lived in human society for many years. As long as you listen carefully, you will be able to I can hear the vicissitudes of travel experience in the accents of these elves who are far away from their hometown - at least half of the elves have a northeast accent (Note)...

Note: Northeast refers to the northeast of the mainland.

"I've almost forgotten the tone of the pure elf language." Solderin shook his head with a smile, and said to Berna beside him.

"Your accent is still very pure now," Bernardo blinked, and then asked curiously, "What were you talking about with the guard just now? I think it took you a long time to pass the inspection..."

"It's nothing, just talking about the situation. After all, this place is very close to the border of Anzu and Typhon," Soldering replied casually, "It's you, what's wrong with your badge?"

"It seems that the activation structure is broken. It should be broken by the magic trap inside when I explored a ruin last time." Bernard scratched her hair. "But fortunately, the guards didn't make things difficult for me."

Soldering nodded, and raised his finger to a certain building ahead: "I'm going to the 'Messenger Hall' first, to contact my friends in my hometown, how about you?"

"I'm going too!" Berna nodded immediately, "I haven't been in touch with my friends for a long time, especially my mentor—I don't know if she has paid off her gambling debt."

The corner of Solderin's mouth twitched—that druid sage in the Moon Valley really didn't want to keep him at the end of the year. It seems that Master Xinxin's early festival has not been kept...

The Messenger Hall is located in the center of the town. It is a beautiful white building with a typical silver elf style: the hall is oval in shape as a whole, with layers of white roofs like petals and three light veins. The light alloy outer beams extend along the curved roof and converge at one end of the hall - where the light alloy outer beams converge to form a long bridge, which leads to the communication tower not far from the hall The two buildings are thus connected as one.

The Messenger Hall is an auxiliary building of the Communication Tower. Its function is to allow the traveling elves to contact their hometowns and report what they have seen and heard in other places. The elves send messages here, and the information is amplified and broadcast by the Communication Tower. It was sent to the Sentinel Tower, and finally sent back to the Silver Empire, where it was received and processed by the giant sky fortress "Temple of Stars" floating above the Silver Empire.

In the Silver Empire, there is a special department responsible for handling magical communication from all over the continent. This department called "Windtalker" is located in the center of the Temple of Stars. The information is transmitted to the royal court, and ordinary communications are forwarded to the broadcasting device of the Temple of Stars. Through the powerful antenna that comes with the Temple of Stars, all the elves in the entire Silver Empire can receive greetings from relatives and friends from far away in the mainland at any time. .

Solderin and Berna entered the messenger hall together.

The cold northern air is blocked by the invisible curtain at the entrance of the hall, and the whole hall is warm and pleasant.

In the center of the hall, you can see more than a dozen pillars that look like thick tree trunks. There are rune metal devices extending around each pillar. Those are "terminals" for conventional communication, and the circle around the hall can There are many small doors neatly lined up, and those are "private rooms" for an additional fee--elves who want to maintain privacy or pass sensitive information can choose to pay an additional fee to rent those rooms, but the price is not cheap.

In the northern region where elves are rarely seen, people have a wrong impression of the silver elves. They always think that this race that lives in the forest, is close to nature, and has a long life and elegance is non-human. They think that they eat wind and drink dew. I don't know business and don't understand human relationships, but that's not the case.

Silver elves still need to trade and do business, and they still understand the power of economy and money, but they have a long lifespan, which leads to some misunderstandings about their views and behaviors on money-someone borrows money from silver elves, and they will not live forever. They haven't been called yet, so others think that the silver elves don't understand the value of money, but they don't know that the silver elves who come to ask for debts will blow the heads of the debtor's children and grandchildren a hundred years later-if the latter intends to repay the debt.

Instead of going to the free communication terminals, Solderin went directly to the reception desk in the lobby, took out a few silver coins and put them in front of the manager: "I need a room."

These silver coins are not the new currency minted by the Cecil Territory, but the coins of the Typhon Empire. In order to avoid trouble, Soldering changed all the coins when he set off.

"I want a room too!" Berna's voice came from the side.

Soldering looked back, and saw that lively elf girl showing a smirk at him.

Solderin frowned: He opened the room because the matter involved confidentiality. Did this carefree-looking girl also come to report confidentiality?

But he didn't ask any more questions, but after getting the magic badge to activate the room, he said goodbye to Berna and left the counter.

Solderin entered the private room that he had rented for money, and confirmed that the magic mechanism on the door was automatically locked, and the magic barrier that blocked the sound was also functioning normally, then turned around and went to the magic device at the end of the small room, and pressed his hand In the groove at the top of the silver-white metal pillar.

The ancient and mysterious elven runes emerged from the surface of the magic metal, and Solderin heard a slight noise from the bottom of the device. After a while, the communication was connected, and a dense mist of light appeared on the top of the magic device. The blurry figure gradually became clear in the light and mist.

A silver elf with a sweet smile waved to Solderin: "Windtalker 0287, hello, sister who is traveling far away."

"Hey, I'm a man," Soldrin coughed lightly, "High Ranger Soldrin Frostleaf."

The image in the fog seemed to freeze for a moment.

Probably a network card.

"Hello, brother traveling far away," the Windtalker in the light mist moved again, but this time her smile seemed a little stiff, "Do you need to contact your family? Or do you want to report what you have seen outside? "

"Report some situation first," Soldering said with a serious expression. As a high-level ranger, he must be different from ordinary elves traveling abroad. The duty of conveying important information, "It is urgent, important, and needs to be transferred to the royal court."

The receptionist lady on the opposite side has verified Soldering's identity, and immediately became serious: "It has been transferred to a confidential line-please tell me, respected high-ranking ranger."

"First of all, it is about the Great Wall-recently, there have been at least three incidents of aberrations breaking through the blockade in the northern part of the Great Wall, two of which hit the border of Ansu, and one hit the border of Typhon. I personally experienced one of them...

"I suspect that there is a malfunction in the northern Sentinel Tower, but the monitoring station doesn't seem to find any abnormalities...

"I hope the royal court can start an investigation."

Solderin first reported the abnormality of the Great Wall. He could see that the receptionist of the Windtalker on the opposite side was very nervous and attached great importance to the information, and the other party's reaction confirmed one of his previous conjectures:

Sure enough, the Silver Empire did not find any problems with the barrier.

"The second thing I want to say is also very important," Soldering continued after finishing his report on the Great Wall, "One of the leaders of the human northern pioneers 700 years ago, Gawain Sethi Er, you should know, right?"

"Yes, there are many people who know him."

"He was resurrected a while ago." Soldering said seriously.

The image in the fog seemed to freeze again.

Probably the network is stuck again.

"There is indeed a precedent of resurrection from the dead in the world." After a while, the image of Windtalker 0287 became active again, "However, I have never heard of a case of death and resurrection after 700 years. Is this information true? Or... ...is related to the resurrection of the undead?"

"I have personally contacted him, and he was indeed resurrected," Soldering said seriously, "and the reason for the resurrection has nothing to do with the undead spell. It was awakened by a half-breed elf with silver elf blood."

"Half-blood elf? Is it a hidden druid sage?"

"No, it was a thief—he pried Gawain's coffin while digging the Cecil family's ancestral grave, and awakened the latter," Soldering sighed, "I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. "

The image in the fog of light seemed to freeze again.

Soldering thought about it carefully, and thought... probably the receptionist lady was stuck.

At the same time, in another room, Berna had already placed her hand on the console of the communication device.

It's just that she didn't activate the device directly, but took out a small magic item from her bosom with her other hand, and placed it on the surface of the communication device.

It was an exquisite golden disc, shaped like a pocket watch. After Berna injected magic power into it, the disc bounced open a gap with a "snap", and several slender tentacles with metallic luster came out of the gap. Drilled out, deftly looking for his target.

Two of the metal tentacles wrapped around Berna's fingers, and the other metal tentacles penetrated into the seams of the magic device.

The elf runes on the surface of the magic device began to flicker violently, but after a few seconds, everything returned to calm.

Berna smiled, the innocent and lively expression had long since disappeared from her face, replaced by a strange charm and laziness, she poured magic power into the magic device, and called out with a deep and hoarse voice :

"How is the scenery of the imperial wasteland?"

Chapter 0306 Communication and Exposure

There were bursts of disturbing noises from the magic device for communication, but Berna didn't care about these disturbances. She just waited patiently for a few seconds with a smile, and then heard a hoarse, low-pitched voice, like a dry branch The sound of rubbing together came from the device:

"Today's wasteland is still as boring as every day in the past—Master Bertila, why did you suddenly communicate through the hidden bridge?"

"I want to confirm the situation at the outpost," Bertera, whose alias is Berna, is actually the middle-level leader of the cult organization, said lightly, "You should already know that those blind monsters attacked the borders of Typhon and Anzu at the same time. .”

"...the 'side' of the wall is under control, and accidents that happen outside the wall have nothing to do with us, Your Excellency."

Bertila snorted softly, obviously not satisfied with the answer: "Mutated individuals with elementary intelligence and powerful spellcasting ability appeared among the mutants. Why didn't these changes be mentioned in the previous report?"

The voice on the other side of the communication device was silent for a moment, and then the rustling sounded again: "...we have not observed the mutant you mentioned."

Bertila frowned slightly, obviously she was even more dissatisfied with this answer: "Will I make up this question at will? Now even the humans outside the wall have witnessed brand new mutant monsters, are you really do not know?"

"Master Beltira, don't question the loyalty of the 'sacrifice', we don't know what's going on with the mutant you mentioned, but we will investigate it - if everything is true, it can only be It shows that those monsters are undergoing brand-new mutations that have never been observed before, and in the face of such changes, it is the wisest choice to wait patiently for the results of the investigation."

"I will wait," Beltira said with a cold and stiff expression, "but I don't have much patience."

"Be patient, be patient, we have been patient for 700 years, nothing can affect our plans..."

The noise in the communication device and the human voice gradually weakened together. Bertila knew that the effect of the "dark bridge" was reaching its limit, and the illegal signal coverage in the channel would soon be noticed by the magicians of the Silver Empire. Before the communication was completely interrupted, she took the time to say: "The elves will soon notice the movement of the magnificent wall, our channel will be reset, and we will modify it according to the second plan..."

The sky is covered with filthy clouds like a swamp, and the turbulent Chaos Demon can create never-ending lightning in the clouds, and the howling wind carries poisonous gas and radiation dust. Withered and withered, or mutated and distorted in the environment, even the earth, which is regarded as the cornerstone of all things, has been turned into scorched wasteland in the corrosive magical energy-here is a place where life is cut off.

But there's still "something" going on in this lifeless place.

In the wasteland of Gondor, a "forest" is slowly creeping in the area of ​​the scorched mana.

The dark twisted branches grow wantonly in the corrupted mana, sparse and messy gray-white leaves hang on the branches, or pale or blood-red crystal growths pierce the skin of these plants, growing like mosaics on the creepy Among the twisted branches and leaves, no polymath in the world can recognize the species or names of these "trees". Trees"—especially these trees are still swaying their branches and walking on the ground with their dense roots, which is even more beyond the poor imagination of human beings.

Countless such "trees" are crawling on the wasteland, and their roots are constantly expanding, shrinking, and wriggling like tangled snakes. From time to time, "trees" slow down the crawling speed, and part of the roots Pierce briefly into the rotting soil, and seize the time to absorb the only nutrients left in the soil, but even so, their crawling pace will never stop, as if their mission is to keep crawling in this wasteland. The trek is average.

In the center of the creeping forest, an extremely huge and ancient strange tree is slowly moving forward surrounded by its partners. Its wrinkled and pitted bark is shrunk together, forming a strange shape like the face of an old man. The pattern, the face formed of bark, changed slightly, and from the withered and cracked mouth of "it", a hoarse and deep voice came out: "Don't worry, Master Bertera, everything is under control..."

After a while, this old face closed its mouth, but around this giant tree, many smaller creeping trees shook in unison, and one by one faces emerged from the wrinkled bark. It emerged, and looked out of the forest with the twisting of the branches of the trees.

Outside the creeping forest, on the filthy and scorched wasteland, countless hideous and terrifying flesh and blood giants are slowly moving, and low-pitched whispers enough to drive ordinary people mad come from every giant's chest, filling the air. Over the whole wilderness.

And among those blind and foolish flesh and blood giants, one or two extra-large individuals can be seen from time to time. They are two or three times the height of ordinary giants, and they are slowly advancing in the team, and they are constantly approaching the creeping forest. the direction of...

Every leaf in the creeping forest trembled, and amidst the rattling sound, came the misty words: "Everything is under control..."

Bertila ended the communication and stared fixedly at the dimmed magic device in front of him.

"Sacrifice..." The headmistress closed her eyes, her cold and indifferent expression showed a hint of nostalgia and bitterness, "700 years..."

But only a few seconds later, the headmistress restrained all unnecessary emotional changes. She opened her eyes, which became cold and distant again. After leaving any abnormalities, she tidied up the folds on her clothes, turned around and prepared to leave this place.

However, her feet were firmly fixed in place as if they had taken root. Even though her upper body had turned around, she couldn't lift her steps.

She looked down in surprise, but found that her roots hadn't appeared—it wasn't those vines and roots that held her in place, but her own legs, her own feet.

Bertila frowned, and tried to raise her footsteps again, but this time she was not only unsuccessful, she even put her hand on the extinguished magic device again!

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

Bertila's body stiffened, and she no longer made the slightest movement. However, a deep confrontation unfolded inside this body. On her face—the pure and beautiful face that belonged to an elf, At this moment, different expressions are constantly changing, sometimes angry, sometimes painful, sometimes determined, sometimes desperate...

In the end, all expressions stopped at a layer of indifference, and Beltera regained control of the body.

However, a sigh came from her mouth.

"Berna... this is the last time you will be willful.

"Go ahead, before I change my mind."

The elf girl's body staggered, and then slowly walked towards the magic terminal in the room. She lightly stroked the smooth alloy surface of the magic terminal, and then put her hand on its top with a slightly rusty hand.

After a while, the elf rune brightened up again, and the projection of light and mist appeared together with the sound, and a silver elf with a friendly smile waved his hand in front of Berna.

"Windtalker 1015, hello, my sister who is traveling far away."

The elf girl hesitated, but still slowly broke the silence: "I am... Berna Qingfeng, from... Baishi City."

"Okay, Miss Bernardo, how does it feel to travel abroad? Do you want to contact your family in the empire? Or do you want to report what you saw and heard outside? Or do you need to switch to a confidential line for special circumstances?"

"I... No, I don't need to contact my family. I only have a few words, which I want to pass on to Master Heart of Thorns in Moon Valley."