Sword of Daybreaker

The destructive power of this war outside the battlefield is becoming more and more obvious day by day. Savile lying between the wine bottles is just one of the small microcosms that’s all.

“She” shook the head, as if talking to herself: “I hope this war will end soon.”

“If this is the case, then I have to thank the gods,” Simpson couldn’t help but said. He pointed a few times on his chest with his fingers that had just wiped the brass pipe, making a gesture of prayer, “This is bad I really don’t know when the days will end…”

Solder “Lin” did not respond to the hotel boss’s words, “she” pulled up the hood of the cloak, tightened the tie, and turned to the direction of the lobby exit.

The door of the tavern opened and closed, and a cold wind blowing from outside swept across the interior space. Simpson felt the cold wind blowing in his neck, and couldn’t help but shrink his neck, while taking a subconsciously look out of the window—he I wiped the window glass and tried to find the silhouette of the Elf Huntress from the street, but only saw the empty street, the foggy sky and the distant mountains outside the town, and between the light and the shadow of the mountain, an iron gray , As if a giant covered in armor is wandering in the sky.

Simpson felt that his heart suddenly felt as if he was hit hard by something. The hazy shadow made the blood in his whole body stagnate for a moment. After a few seconds, he was sucked in. A breath of cold air, regaining the ability to think. In panic, he hurriedly looked towards the window again, trying to find the silhouette of the giant, but in the background of the mountains, there was no iron-grey armored giant wandering…

It seemed just an illusion just now.

“Saville, Saville!” Simpson knocked on the table with a brass pipe, trying to greet the person closest to him, “You just saw… forget it, I’ll ask you what to do.”

……

Throldin bypassed a few streets and got into the alley. His breath was completely reduced. Even the passing patrol mage never noticed that there was a silhouette of a huntress in his sight.

After confirming that the surroundings were completely safe, he stopped and looked thoughtfully at the direction of the mountains outside the town.

He thought of the “illusion” occasionally mentioned in the town most recently, and his face became a little serious, but soon he converged the change of expression and returned to his indifferent state.

After observing the surrounding environment again, he quickly found a hidden place and began to change his dress: Elf race’s clothing is complicated and difficult to distinguish in the eyes of humans. The special clothing changed its form with a slight modification, and he changed The original cloak turned over and turned the gray side out, completely changing his slightly neutral appearance, and finally he stretched his hand over his head again-at this step, this Senior Ranger finally couldn’t help it. He hesitated for a moment, but a sentence from my friend many years ago came to mind: true powerhouse, will face the bleakness of life…

He tore off the wig and quickly put it away—the winter wind is so cold.

On the small intersection on the other side of the street, a carriage was already waiting here. Throldin walked out of the alley and confirmed the situation around the carriage in less than a second, with a The calm and composed expression came to the coachman.

“Master Delin,” the driver saw the employer and immediately jumped out of the car, with a respectful smile on his face: Elf monk is a professional full of mysterious colors, such an excellent and knowledgeable traveler It is said that there are no more than a thousand people on the entire continent, not to mention that the other party has paid twice the car price, which is worthy of him to take out all the manners and gestures he has accumulated from his mother’s womb, “Shall we start?” /p>

“Have been waiting,” Throldin slightly nodded, said solemnly, “Let’s go, go directly out of the city from the west.”

……

A piece of order from Cecil City made Solinburg’s technicians and Belterra himself completely busy, busy with them, and those who came from Cecil in a flying vehicle and were responsible for the Psionic Singer project Technical staff.

In the central area of ​​the giant tree of Thorin, on a square on the west side of the trunk, Wendy and several other technical experts who rushed from Cecil city are standing with the technicians of Solinburg, and in front of these people, Selena Geerfen, who carries the lantern, gradually emerges like a Spirit Physique who has entered reality from a dream world.

The “lantern Saintess” raised his head and looked at the weird thing floating in the middle of the open space in front, and finally couldn’t help but looked towards Wendy on the side: “You think this thing is on the battlefield…really Wouldn’t it cause a huge psychological impact on our own soldiers in the first place?”

Wendy opened her mouth and just wanted to talk, a voice with a slightly wooden friction-like hoarse texture came from the bushes nearby: “This sentence comes from the Repose of Eternity Priest who is good at Spirit Attack and professional nightmares. It’s weird to say it in your mouth.”

“We are just creating some illusions from the Spiritual Plane–you are something that can be scary in the real world,” Selena shook her head helplessly, and pointed to the things floating in the square–that was absolutely one A huge artificial brain with a diameter of more than two meters. The ash-gray pink fleshy tissue floats on several meters high in an anti-gravity manner, and its uneven surface covered with gullies is even slightly creeping. , Swelling and shrinking, and a large number of tentacled nerve cords extending from its bottom, wriggling and curling unconsciously along with the floating of the body, “When it comes to the abilities of disgusting people, you are better at biochemistry.” /p>

“…is it really so serious?” Belterra thought for a while, and said helplessly, “but I think it’s a bit cute…”

The technicians behind Selena suddenly appeared almost horrified, and Wendy couldn’t help but hold his forehead——

The vegetative aesthetic…seems to be completely rotten.