Chapter 1066: Return of the Shadow of the Dragon

Solin area.

The warmth brought by the Moon of Recovery has spread throughout the Holy Spirit Plains. The vegetation that has been dormant for several months in the cold winter has begun to recover at an alarming rate. Outside the Sorin area, the originally bare plains are now covered with greenery. , the sprawling vegetation finally connected with the "Shorin", the land of eternal spring, and the once clear boundary at the edge of the giant tree gradually blurred.

This is a day suitable for healing wounds.

Inside the giant tree, in Bertila's private laboratory, fluorescent plants illuminate the room covered by wooden structures, vines, and leaves. On the platform, a large number of conduits and nerve fibers used to transport biomass and conduct nerve signals hang down from the roof and connect to one end of the platform. Andersa Wendell, with long gray hair, is lying quietly in the center of the platform at this moment, still Did not wake up from a deep sleep.

Accompanied by a slight friction sound, several biomass conduits and nerve fibers receded from near Andersa's head, moving towards the edge of the platform.

Bud Wendell, who was wearing a white researcher's uniform, stood by the platform, looking at his daughter lying on it with some anxiety. He rubbed his hands from time to time, carefully observing every slight change of Andersa's expression in her sleep, or raising her head. To start, look at Beltira who is standing aside and in charge of controlling the overall situation.

"Which step is it now?" Bud couldn't help asking for the first time, "How long will it take for her to wake up?"

"Be patient, Bud," Bertila looked up at Bud, and behind her stretched out many nerve fibers like vines, the ends of which were connected to several important nerve nodes in the room—they looked like As if some kind of glowing fungal nodules, growing in one piece on the surface of the wooden structure of the walls and roof, "Her eyes have completed regeneration, but it is a delicate job to reconnect the complex optic nerves to the brain, I am guiding this meticulous growth process... This is not a simple blood regeneration technique such as taking bones and healing muscles."

"I understand, I understand," Bud touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. He is also a Druid himself, and he actually knows how important these necessary procedures are, but as a father, it is difficult for him to control his emotions at the moment. Mentality—especially since he has been absent from Andesa's side for more than 20 years, "Will she have any sequelae after this? Will she need to rest for a while after waking up?"

"If you were to manipulate it, then she would probably lie down for a few days after waking up, but if I do it myself, she will only feel that she has had a dream--relax, Mr. Bard, I will pay you back Daughter alive and kicking... Well, considering Andersa's character, she might not jump up and down alive either."

Bertila made a very rare joke. Bud realized that it was the other party trying to appease his nervous mood, which made him grateful and couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect...you will also appease others .”

"I've always been good at appeasing." Bertila glanced at Bud lightly, "Do you have any questions about this?"

"Well...you are really good at pacifying, but the methods you used were not so gentle," Bud shook his head with a strange expression, "after all, injecting neurotoxins into the blood vessels after putting people down with poison ivy is also 'pacifying' part of the..."

Bertila glanced at Bud silently. If it was her before, she might have prepared a lethal dose of neurotoxin at this moment, but at this moment she just shook her head, and then her eyes returned to the sleeping Anne On Desha: "It can be seen that you care about this child very much."

"I have been absent from her for more than twenty years," Bud looked at Andersa, his eyes softened, "Frankly... I don't know how to make up for it. I missed my daughter's life." Almost all the important moments in the movie, her growth, her setbacks, her way of thinking about the world, her preferences for various things, her every emotion... I don't know anything about these.

I am a stranger who has never participated in her life, and I am connected by blood, but now I have nothing left except for this empty 'concern'. "

"That's right... Unfortunately, I have no children, and I have long forgotten what my father looks like. I can't quite understand these complicated emotional entanglements, so I can't be a substitute for any of you at this moment," Bertila said coldly , "But I'm curious, since you have missed a large part of your daughter's life, how do you plan for the future?"

"The future?" Bud showed a helpless smile, "I just hope that His Majesty's great idea can be realized, and there will be no more war between Typhon and Cecil, so that I may still have the opportunity to be able to fight against Wolf General Bud. I can meet Andersa with my identity, and even have the opportunity to meet my father... As for what I want to do specifically, I..."

He seemed a little hesitant and embarrassed when he said this, as if he didn't know whether his thoughts were suitable for speaking on this occasion, Bertila noticed this, and asked casually: "What specifically do you want to do?"

"...I don't know if I'm qualified to say that," Bud smiled, looking at his sleeping daughter, "I still dreamed that I would have the opportunity to see Andersa step into the wedding...she has arrived Appropriate age, but it doesn't look like you have thought about it at all... Please don't laugh, I know it's a bit strange to say this at this time, but it's just a normal father's thinking, Ms. Bertila, you know , I am actually a person with more traditional thinking..."

"No, I didn't laugh, I was just a little surprised," Bertila looked at Bud, "and I thought you would have a different attitude on this issue—because as far as I know, many fathers are actually not very good. I hope to see my daughter suddenly taken away by some strange and lucky bastard..."

Bard's expression became more and more weird: "This...it's true, I don't think any lucky young man is worthy of my Andersa, but...if it is a young man as good as General Philip, he would be eligible. Conditional. Of course, the hope of the two of them is really slim, even if you don’t consider the relationship between Cecil and Typhon...Ms. Bertila, you really laughed this time? Please be considerate of a father..."

"No, I'm not laughing at you," Bertila's face became more and more obvious, she raised her finger and pointed to the platform beside her, "I just want to tell you that Andersa is awake."

Bud was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at his daughter lying on the platform with surprise, and the latter also opened his eyes almost at the same time - with a tangled and annoyed expression.

Bard noticed the change in Andersa's expression in an instant, and then realized something, and suddenly looked up at Bertila: "Wait, when did she wake up?!"

"When you mentioned 'neurotoxin'," Bertila suppressed her smile and said expressionlessly, "But in order to let her adapt better, I temporarily suppressed some of her nerve signals...except Hearing."

Bud: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly missed the neurotoxin that Bertila was good at using when he was a dark priest.

"Wait a minute, Andersa, don't get excited, I'm just talking about my own thoughts," Bud said incoherently in great embarrassment, "You have to understand that people can't be tense forever..."

"Okay, I don't intend to interrupt the touching emotional communication between father and daughter, but at this time we should first pay attention to the physical condition of the 'patient'," Bertila suddenly spoke from the side at this time, and his voice was heard by Bard. It was like a sound of heaven, "Andersa, blink and look in front of you—how do you feel?"

Andersa actually had a lot of things to say to her father, but at this time she responded to Bertila's order immediately. She first lowered her head to look at her body, and then raised her head to look around this incredible " Tree House", after the initial feeling of incompatibility improved a little, she finally confirmed one thing: she had two eyes again.

Bud also turned his attention back to Andersa's eyes. He looked up at his daughter. After the latter lifted the hair on one side of the eye from his forehead, he immediately noticed the abnormality of that eye. ——The newborn eye was bright red, although it was still beautiful overall, it formed a stark contrast with the other light gray eye pupil, which surprised him: "Wait a minute, this one The color of the eyes..."

"As I said, the new flesh and blood regeneration technology still has limitations, that is," Bertila said aside, and at the same time handed a mirror to Andersa, "but don't worry, apart from the difference in appearance, There's nothing wrong with using the new eye, it works just as well as your original eye—or even better, since it's brand new after all."

Andersa took the mirror and finally saw what she looked like at the moment - under the gray and white hair, the two eyes of different colors looked particularly eye-catching, even a little weird and horrifying, but she finally nodded lightly : "There's nothing wrong with that...it helps me remember what happened more clearly."

"Since the patient himself has no objection, I can declare that this treatment is a complete success," Bertila showed a smile, "But I still want to remind, Miss Andersa, such eyes may improve your married life a little bit." It's difficult...but you don't have to worry too much, your good father will definitely work hard for your marriage."

The expressions of Andesa and Bud changed at the same time, but Bertila's figure had gradually melted into a squirming vine, and only a voice came from the depths of the branches: "Then, I won't disturb the relationship between father and daughter." Precious get along—good luck, Mr. Bud Wendell."

...

The canopy of the giant tree swayed gently in the wind, and the layers of green leaves surged gently like waves. In the warm wind, Bertila’s figure emerged from the top of the canopy. Facing the bright afternoon sun, she He raised his head, showing a satisfied and slightly joyful expression.

It was not easy to make such a change of expression with a wooden body, but she felt that the happy things that happened today deserved to make her smile.

The sunshine is very good, and the photosynthesis is equally pleasant. Beltira squinted her eyes. At the boundary of her perception, the roots and branches of the giant tree of Sorin touched the vigorous breath of life on the Holy Spirit Plain, while in her other set of perception system Among them, the "narrator's neural network" is full of excitement, and a huge amount of information is rapidly exchanged with the hubs on the Holy Spirit Plain as nodes, and finally converges on the top of the giant tree of Sorin. The nerve fibers in her body were constantly telling Bertera what was happening in the distance—this even gave her an illusion, as if the entire human world had been integrated into the increasingly large and complex network.

Just bask in the sun every day, carry out photosynthesis, bear some fruits, feed the small animals on the plain, dip into the Internet in the sun, read news from far away, or post some "interesting records" about the giant tree of Sorin anonymously "...Life after becoming a plant seems to be good?

Bertila felt that her thoughts were gradually diverging and melting in the warm sunshine, but a high-level notification that suddenly entered the neural network woke her up, causing her eyes to widen suddenly.

"Air Defense Identification Notice?"

Bertila muttered, looking up at the sky subconsciously, the magic web hub tower in the north of Red Maple City was sending back signals, and the monitoring devices distributed all over the plain were also sending more accurate tracking records. Under the guidance, he slowly moved his sight, and finally caught the small black shadows appearing from the edge of the tree canopy.

Those shadows quickly became bigger—although they might still be too small to distinguish clearly from the ground, but when they passed by the giant tree of Thorin, Bertila could still clearly see what they were.

It was a small group of dragons, forming a procession through the clouds.

Beltira looked at the huge creatures in astonishment, but she did not forget to forward the identification marks on the network. She watched the giant dragons forming a formation and continued to fly towards the south. On several positions, the tree guards put down the Gorgon cannons pointing at the sky, and the large missile launchers and rainbow light devices also released the lock on those foreign air targets.

"It's indeed a dragon... and there's more than one?" Bertila didn't look back at the sky until those dragon shadows disappeared within the sensing range of the giant tree of Thorin, "This is really a rare situation... It seems' "Brother Gao Wen' is going to make some big noise again?"

...

The vast land of the Holy Spirit Plain receded slowly in the field of vision, the green mountains and rivers and the silver rivers shining in the sun were as clear as the lines on the canvas, and Melita felt the surge of magic in the air , There was a low growl from his throat.

After losing the auxiliary interface provided by the Omega system, it took her a long time to finally adapt to relying entirely on her own naked eyesight and body perception to fly long distances. It was not easy at the beginning, but now she finds that ...Without those complicated auxiliary interfaces, this world can be more vivid in my eyes.

At this moment, the voice of the siren Cassandra suddenly came from behind her: "I've always been curious—why do you dragons suddenly growl when you're flying?"

Melita restrained her emotions, turned her head slightly and said, "Is this strange? Don't you sea monsters also sing when you suddenly wake up when you travel in the sea?"

Cassandra's voice became very surprised: "Ah—so that's your singing voice? To be honest, it's really not very pleasant..."

Melita: "..."

"Hey, why don't you talk again?"

"It's nothing, I'm just a little envious of you."

"Envy? Are you envious that we sing well?"

Melita showed a somewhat helpless expression when she heard the voice from her back. She didn't know how to explain her sudden sentimentality to the sea monster, so she could only nod vaguely: "Almost."

Cassandra, who was riding the wind dragon on Melita's back, suddenly became happy: "Okay, let me sing you a song. Anyway, I'm idle, so I just thank you for taking me this way..."

"Uh, actually no..."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, Siren always likes to sing," Cassandra said without letting Melita refuse, "What style do you like to listen to? I'm good at death metal..."

Melita: "?"

"Wait a minute, I'll rub my tail and change into a musical instrument first..."

Melita: "?"