Chapter 1336

When Wycliffe said these words, his expression was serious and solemn. It was obvious that he had made up his mind, and it was not impulsive—maybe even before Pittman arrived, after he had just heard from the white knight that day. By the time of Cecil's "medical technology", this determination had already taken root in the chest of the human king.

Even a cynical person like Pittman will put away his hippie smile and take it seriously when facing such a decisive king.

"Okay, since this is your decision—but I still want to remind you that this is my responsibility as the person in charge of this medical ship," the hunchbacked old druid stepped forward and talked with Wycliffe looked at each other, "The mechanical prosthesis is a new technology. It is a fusion product of Druid spells, magic machinery and Tarrond implant technology. We have already had some successful experience, but There are also immaturities. As one of the main developers of this technology, I am confident that this operation can be performed on you, but someday in the future, this arm may have problems, or worst case... ..."

The old druid stopped, seemed to be pondering over his vocabulary, and said tactfully after a while: "The prosthetic body may fail, and you may need another operation. Considering the issue of technology update and iteration, we may need to dig out the prosthetic body again." Your severed arm, replacing the artificial nerves and alloy bone joints inside—this process may not be so pleasant."

"For me, the most important thing is to recover in the shortest possible time - I heard a word from the doctor who took care of me, the alliance needs every ounce of strength now, right?" Wycliffe said calmly, "Get me a mechanical prosthetic, seriously... I'm even looking forward to it now."

"Okay, a mechanical prosthesis," Pittman sighed and waved his hand, then seemed to think of something, and asked suddenly, "By the way, is one enough?"

Wycliffe: "...Huh?"

Pittman laughed, and explained to Wycliffe while gesticulating; "Anyway, it's a toss, if you don't have enough, I can add two for you, anyway, things like mechanical prostheses are not original limbs, change them The interface is fairly simple…”

Wycliffe was dumbfounded. Just a second ago, he felt that his ability to accept was quite strong, and he could handle the incredible new technology of the Cecilians calmly, and was even a little proud of it. As a result, he immediately realized Until now, my understanding of this era is still too superficial—the things that the Cecil people have tinkered with may be too early for ordinary humans...

"Uh... this... I think it's better to forget it," the human king waved his hands in embarrassment, trying to make his expression look calmer, "Normal arms are fine, but if you have too many arms, you won't be able to use them... ..."

"That's fine, most people are really not used to this—after all, we haven't developed to the level that Tarrond was back then," Pittman was quite open-minded,

Hearing the other party's refusal, he said casually, "Anyway, I will save the connector for you. If you think it is not enough, I will add a few more for you..."

Seeing this topic getting weirder and weirder, Wycliffe gradually felt that he could not keep up with the rhythm of the other party, so he could only maintain an awkward but polite smile and tried to perfunctory, but luckily the old druid in front of him did not After entangled in this creepy topic for too long, after some brain-opening imagination, Pittman looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall of the ward, and then stood up: "Okay, I'm here You've been here for a long time, so I won't bother you—it happens that you still have a friend waiting outside, so I'll call her in."

"Friends?" Wycliffe was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to have friends visiting while he was recuperating in this fortress floating in the sky. "Who is it?"

"You'll know when she comes in," Pittman waved his hand, turned and walked towards the door, "Anyway, she's a fluffy-looking girl, she's been waiting outside for a long time..."

"Fuzzy?" Wycliffe was a little dazed, unable to react for a while, but his doubts were soon explained - not a moment after Pittman left, the door of the ward was pushed open, A tall and well-proportioned orc lady with a bandage on her head and a loose "patient gown" appeared in front of him.

In the bright sunlight pouring in from the window, the orc lady had a smile on her face, and her fur-covered face with three-part feline features and seven-part human female silhouette looked very friendly: "Hey! Wick Reeve! It's good to see your head growing on top of your body - I got ready two days ago to weed your grave every year..."

Hearing the loud and cheerful voice of the orc lady, Wycliffe couldn't help showing a little helplessness on his face: "Camilla, your mouth... Forget it, anyway, you have been like this for so many years..."

"Your way of complimenting people is still so tactful," Camilla came to Wycliffe's hospital bed with a smile on her face, picked up the fruit on the small table next to her, stuffed it into her mouth, and gnawed He said vaguely, "You can, I heard that you persisted in Farm Fortress until the arrival of the Holy Setting Sun Squadron, look at your injuries now... tsk tsk, you finally look like a brave warrior now. To be honest, I always thought you were a bitch..."

The orc chieftain was talking casually while looking at Wycliffe's still empty arm, while the latter just curled his lips helplessly, and at the same time glanced at Camilla——

This great chief had obviously experienced hellish battlefields. Under that carefree and energetic appearance, there were various wounds that could not be concealed—or could not be concealed at all. Her head was wrapped in a bandage. Now there is only one energetic ear standing on top of the head, and the other is carefully wrapped with bandages. In addition, the arms, neckline and almost every inch of the body that can be seen with his carefree movements , What was exposed was also full of scars.

Even the end of the shaggy tail had been bandaged up—it was obviously uncomfortable, and Camilla had been writhing the tail subconsciously.

"You look miserable enough," Wycliffe thought thoughtfully, as if he had guessed why the other party appeared here. "So you are living on this 'medical ship' now?"

"I live not far from you, but in fact I don't want to come up - I know my body well, this injury is not fatal, and it is a waste of time to find a place to recuperate the injury," Camilla curled her lips, He muttered in an unhappy tone, "It's a pity that Cecil's doctors don't think so. They said that if I continue to struggle, I will lose at least ten years of life. For the sake of future life, it is best to receive treatment honestly..."

"Then I'm still quite surprised—you don't seem to be the type of person who would just go to recuperate because of this kind of 'persuasion'," Wycliffe shrugged, "especially in this situation, you are more likely to take Beat up the doctor who told you to rest - then give them an apology."

"...The main reason is that I haven't beaten up those doctors," Camilla said awkwardly for a moment, "Those white knights are better at 'reasoning' than I thought, and they beat me to the ground just now. Tell me about it later..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly opened her eyes again, and then she started to defend: "Of course, the main reason is that I was careless, and my condition is not good. How can I beat that kind of iron can with my bare hands! Besides, who can Thinking of a group of 'doctors' who can fight so well, next time I will definitely bring a chopping ax... Forget it, let's not talk about it."

The corners of Wycliffe's mouth twitched and he listened to the female chieftain's chanting for a long time, and finally couldn't help interrupting: "...the group of white knights claiming to be 'doctors', do you really believe it? "

"... I was careless," Camilla let out a long sigh, "I fell for the trick of the Cecil."

The corners of Wycliffe's mouth could not help but curl up. At least for this moment, he finally felt the long-lost relaxed and familiar atmosphere.

But he didn't immerse himself in this relaxation for too long. A few seconds later, the human king withdrew the smile on his face, looked into Camilla's eyes and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"Overall, it's good news. We are recovering the lost ground. The loopholes in the defense line from north to south are being repaired one by one by the air fortresses and the ground troops brought by the Cecils. They suffered a heavy blow that day, and they should not be able to organize a large-scale offensive like before in a short period of time-currently the main battlefield is shifting to the south, and Siduer's troops and some air fortresses are consolidating the southern defense line.

"Stella and her golem army are in the Holy Mountain, and the goblins are cooperating with the Cecils to build a new communication network. I don't know much about technology...

"Wenna is now in Ruby City, just below us—she is with Duke Baldwin, and is planning to take back the mountain barrier. There are still quite a few aberrations occupying the eastern mountain barrier. It is a "regular army" commanded by someone, which is different from the out-of-control monsters that are alone in the mountains and forests, and they have already "wastelanded" a large area. It may take a tough battle to regain that area, but as long as the Dawn of the World moves eastward , the problem will be solved..."

Camilla spoke slowly, with a complicated expression and a deep voice: "...to this day, we have lost many lives, cities and villages have been razed to the ground, fertile fields and water sources have been polluted, and forests have been turned into charcoal. Many of us survived... Wycliffe, you are an optimistic person, you don't need me to persuade you at this time, right?"

"Yes, many of us survived too," Wycliffe said softly, his gaze slowly turned out of the window, and the majestic shadow of the Dawn of the World was floating up from the depths of the clouds, reflecting the pale golden sunlight, "to live very nice."

"...Indeed, it's good to be alive, to be able to do for the dead what they failed to achieve."

The ward fell silent for a while, and the two tribal leaders were lost in thought, until a voice suddenly came from a communication device on the table not far away, breaking the silence in the room—a resident A young female commander with a golden single ponytail appeared in the holographic projection above the device, looking at Wycliffe with a serious expression: "I am sorry to interrupt your conversation with your friends, Your Majesty Wycliffe, I am Cecil Supreme Air Force Commander Gina Prince, I have something to ask you about some details about the previous Battle of Farm..."

...

Two hours later, in the north of Wolfridge Mountain, in front of the ruins of Farm Fortress, which was once breached and razed to the ground by the Aberration Corps, a majestic steel church stood on the scorched earth, and the energy barrier formed by the Holy Light covered the original fortress. The city wall and the energy coverage of the cathedral of steel chariots formed staggered firepower strongholds, and an urgently built fortification blocked the mountain pass area that had been opened before, and the muzzle extending from the fortification pointed vigilantly at A large occupied area on the east side of the mountain range.

Large swaths of obsidian crystal-like molten material flowed down from the nearby mountain, forming layers of undulating obstacles in the mountain pass area—the flame of the purgatory incendiary bomb has long been extinguished, but the horror left by it is still in shock All creatures who dare to challenge this battlefield.

In the sky above Farm Fortress, another steel church is still floating in the sky, maintaining the air supremacy in this area together with the entire air combat formation.

Inside the Flying Church, nun Marianne is standing in front of the steel-cast podium. A holographic projection floats above the iron-cast platform in the shape of a prayer book. It clearly shows the ruins of the Farm Fortress. Judging from the shooting angle, This scene obviously came from a communication terminal installed on the ground.

A priest wearing thick white knight armor appeared in front of the projection. He saluted the nuns on the pulpit and said, "Sister Marianne, we have arrived at the ruins of the north tower. This should be the place where King Wycliffe Xiang Jinna The place the commander described."

Marianne frowned: "Did you find anything?"

"Not yet, all the traces here have been destroyed, even if there are any clues, I'm afraid they have been buried in the deepest part of the ruins—but there are still some magic fluctuations here, and we are collecting the magic interference readings in the environment. "

"Seriously search, something wrong must have happened here," Marianne said in a deep voice, "Aberrants once used a large number of abnormal forces to attack the strongest defense of the North Tower of Farm, and came here again after completely destroying the North Tower." It has been entrenched for a long time, which is not in line with their general law of action...Those monsters may have wiped out many clues, but under the thunderous attack of Chapter Chief Amer, they should not have time to wipe out all the traces.”

"Yes, Sister Marianne!"

The white knight replied in a deep voice, but after two seconds, the young priest still couldn't help asking: "Sister, what are we looking for?"

"...Our front-line scholars found clues to the real purpose of the Wasteland Legion on the Wolf Ridge Mountain. What we are looking for may be a black cube with a side length of one to two meters, called a rune stone. Trying to use this device to achieve some ulterior and sinister purposes..."

The blond-haired Sister Marianne said with a serious expression. She glanced at the aerial bird's-eye view presented by another group of holographic projections nearby, looking at the devastated land of Augure and the warriors guarding the main road of the mountain pass. Take a deep breath.

Perhaps the actions of the Chapter's warriors in this land have not been truly victorious, and behind the apparent retreat of the monsters is the truth of their terrible plots.

But... Those monsters showed their feet after all.