Chapter 306 Communication and Exposure

There were bursts of interfering noises from the magic device used for communication, but Berna didn't care about these interferences. She just waited patiently for a few seconds with a smile, and then heard a hoarse and low voice, like dry branches together. The sound of friction came from the device:

Today's wasteland is still as boring as every day in the past - Master Bertila, why did you suddenly contact through the dark bridge?

I want to confirm the situation of the outpost. Bertila, who goes by the pseudonym of Berna but is actually the middle-level leader of the cult organization, said indifferently, you should already know that those blind monsters attacked the border of Typhon and Ansu at the same time.

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

Bertila snorted, obviously not satisfied with the answer: mutant individuals with primary intelligence and powerful spellcasting abilities appeared in the aberrations, why were these changes not mentioned in the previous report?

The voice opposite the communication device was silent for a moment, then the rustling sounded again: We did not observe the variant you mentioned.

Bertila's beautiful brows frowned slightly, and she was obviously even more dissatisfied with this answer: Am I going to make up this question at will? Now even the humans outside the wall have witnessed brand new mutant monsters, do you really not know?

Don't question the loyalty of the 'Sacrifice', Bertila Those monsters are giving birth to completely new mutations that have never been observed before. Faced with this change, it is the wisest choice to wait patiently for the results of the investigation.

I'll wait, Bertila's expression is cold and stiff, but I don't have much patience.

Be patient, be patient, we've been patient for seven hundred years, nothing can affect our plans

The noise and human voices in the communication device gradually weakened. 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.

So before the communication was completely cut off, she took the time to say: The elves will soon notice the movement of the magnificent wall, and our channel will be reset and modified according to the second set of plans.

The sky is covered with filthy clouds like a swamp. The turbulent Chaos magic energy creates never-ending lightning in the clouds. The wind is whistling with poisonous gas and radioactive dust. Everything is deadly in this cloud. Withered and withered, or mutated and distorted in the environment, even the earth, which was regarded as the cornerstone of all things, was turned into a wasteland full of scorch marks in the corrosive magic energy-here, it was a place where life was cut off.

But there is still something going on in this lifeless land.

The Gondor Wastes, the magic scorch area, a forest is creeping slowly.

The dark twisted branches grow recklessly in the corruption, the sparse and messy gray-white leaves hang from the branches, or the pale or blood-red crystalline growths pierce the epidermis of these plants, growing like mosaics in the creepy. Between the twisted branches and leaves, no polymath in the world can identify the species or names of these trees, and even in the most absurd and bizarre picture scrolls dedicated to the description of the Black Forest, no one has drawn such strange trees-especially It is these trees that are still swaying their branches and walking on the ground with their dense roots, which is even more out of the poor imagination of human beings.

Countless trees like this were crawling on the wasteland, and their roots stretched, contracted and wriggled like tangled snakes. From time to time, some trees would slow down their creeping speed and pierce some of their roots briefly into the corruption. In the soil of the earth, take the time to absorb the remaining nutrients in the soil, but even so, their crawling pace will never stop, as if their mission is to constantly trudge through this wasteland.

In the center of the creeping forest, an extraordinarily huge and extraordinarily old strange tree is slowly moving forward surrounded by its partners. Its wrinkled and pitted bark folds together, forming a strange pattern like the face of an old man. , This face made of bark changed slightly, and from its dry and cracked mouth, a hoarse and low voice came out: Don't worry, Master Bertila, everything is under control

After a while, the old face closed its mouth, but around this giant tree, many smaller creeping trees swayed at the same time, and faces emerged from the wrinkled bark. Emerges and looks out of the forest with the twisting of the branches of the trees.

Outside the creeping forest, on the wasteland covered with filthy scorch marks, countless horrific flesh-and-blood giants are moving slowly, enough to make ordinary people madly muttering from the chest cavity of each giant, and filled with across the wilderness.

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

Every leaf in the creeping forest trembled, and in the clatter, came the ethereal words: Everything is under control

Bertila ended the communication and stared at the magic device that had dimmed in front of her.

The priestess, the priestess, closed her eyes, and her cold and indifferent expression carried a trace of nostalgia and bitterness. It has been seven hundred years.

But after just a few seconds, the headmistress restrained all unwanted emotional changes. She opened her eyes, and her eyes became cold and alienated again. After confirming that the dark bridge had been closed, there was nothing left on the magic device. After anything unusual, she straightened the folds on her clothes and turned to leave the place.

However, her feet seemed to be rooted in place, and even though she had turned around, she could not lift her pace.

She glanced down in surprise, but found that her roots did not appear - it was not those vines and roots that held her in place, but her own legs and her own feet.

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

The matriarch exclaimed in a low voice: Berna? what are you doing? !

Bertila's body stiffened, and there was no longer any movement. However, a deep confrontation unfolded inside this body. Her face, the innocent and beautiful face that belonged to a certain elf, was at this moment. It is constantly changing with different expressions, sometimes angry, sometimes painful, sometimes determined, sometimes desperate

In the end, all expressions ended in indifference, and Bertila regained control of the body.

However, a sigh came out of her mouth.

Berna, this is your last headstrong.

Go ahead, before I change my mind.

The elf girl staggered for a while, and then slowly walked towards the magic terminal in the room. She gently rubbed the smooth alloy surface of the magic terminal, and then put her hand on the top of it a little rusty.

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

Windtalker 1o15, hello, sisters who are far away.

The elf girl hesitated, but she still spoke slowly and broke the silence: I am Berna Breeze, from White Rock City.

Okay, Miss Berna, how does it feel to travel abroad? Are you trying to contact your family in the Empire? Or report what you saw outside? Or is there a special situation that needs to be transferred to the confidential line?

I don't, I don't need to contact my family, I only have a few words that I want to pass on to Master Heart of Thorns in Moon Valley.

Okay, let's talk, it'll be recorded here for you.

Tutor, I am very good outside. It is really interesting to travel. The world is so big, it is much bigger than the forest I have seen in my hometown.

I have met a lot of people, including humans, elves who also traveled around, dwarves who are very common in the north of the Great 6, and even a goblin - goblins are really interesting, small, but they talk full

Mentor, I don't regret coming out to see the world, but I also want to see the forest in my hometown again

But I am not going back.

I want to stay in the outside world because of a promise I have to fulfill.

One last thing, mentor, don't gamble anymore. Really, it's really embarrassing to tell others.

That's all, Miss Windtalker.

Okay, it has been recorded. The silver elf on the magic light screen smiled and recorded all Bella's words, and then asked, is there any other message to give to someone else?

The elf girl Berna was silent for a moment, then shook her head slightly: No more.

Okay, far-flung sisters - nice to have this short chat, hope to see you again next time. May the stars and the earth always bless you.

May the stars and the earth always bless you. thanks.

The runes on the surface of the communication device gradually dimmed, and Berna repeated it as if she was talking to herself: Thank you.

This is obviously not intended for Windwhisperers who are offline.

The elf girl's body swayed slightly, and an indifferent voice came from her mouth: You don't need to say thank you to me, you and I both know that this is part of the transaction contract.

You give your flesh and life, and I make up for your regrets.

I just want to better stabilize the flesh and blood state after the 'fusion', and on the other hand, I have been monitoring your actions, your words and deeds can't get rid of my shackles - so you really have nothing to do Thanks mine.

There was a long silence in the room, and after a few minutes, Bertila suddenly chuckled: Oh, I am actually influenced by you

She shook her head, all the expressions on her face quickly subsided, and then she opened the door of the compartment and left the place without hesitation.

She deftly passed the checkpoint in the messenger's hall, crossed the streets, and left the town founded by the elves through another entrance.

Before long, she was walking in the taiga outside the valley.

Bertila, who still maintains the form of Berna, was walking in the forest. Although she was surrounded by uninhabited frontier mountains and forests, she seemed to be strolling in the garden at home. She walked unhurriedly and arrived at a forest. After Zhongkuodi, he stopped.

She raised her head with a smile, and looked at Solderin, who had drawn a short bow not far ahead.

Sister 'Sol', we meet again.

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