Wycliffe's expression was serious and solemn when he said these words. It was obvious that his determination had been made, and it was not impulse, and it might have even taken root in the chest of the human king before Pitman's arrival, when he had just heard Cecil's "medical technology" from the white knight that day.

Even a cynical person like Pittman would put away his hippies and smile when facing such a king who made decisions and treat him seriously.

"Okay, since this is your decision, I still want to remind you that this is my responsibility as the head of this medical ship," the hunched old druid walked up and looked at Wycliffe by the hospital bed. "Mechanical prosthesis is a new technology, which is a fusion product of druid spells, magic machinery and Tallond implant technology. We have some successful experiences, but there are also immature points. As one of the main developers of this technology, I am confident that I can complete this surgery on you, but one day in the future, this arm may have problems, or even in the worst case..."

The old druid stopped, as if he was considering the words, and then said tactfully for a moment: "The prosthesis may fail, you may need to undergo another surgery. Considering the problem of technical updates and iterations, we may need to reopen your broken arm and replace the artificial nerves and alloy bone connections inside. This process may not be so pleasant."

"For me, it's more important to recover in the shortest time. I heard a word from the physician who cared for me. The alliance needs every point of strength now, right?" Wycliff said calmly, "Prepare a mechanical prosthesis for me, seriously... I'm even looking forward to it now."

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

Wycliffe: “…ah?”

Pitman laughed and gestured while explaining to Wycliffe; "Anyway, I'll make a lot of trouble anyway. If you don't have enough, I can add two to you. Anyway, mechanical body is not a native limb, so changing the interface is relatively simple..."

Wycliff was stunned. The previous second he felt that his acceptance was quite strong, and he could be calm when facing the incredible new technology of the Cecils, and even a little proud of it. As a result, he immediately realized that his understanding of this era was too shallow. The Cecils made things that might be a little too early for ordinary humans...

"Uh...this...I think I'll forget it," the human king waved his hand awkwardly, trying to make his expression calmer. "A normal arm is pretty good, and if you have too many, you can't use it..."

"Okay, most people are not very comfortable with this. After all, we have not yet reached the level of Tallond back then," Pittman was quite open-minded. Hearing the other party refuse, he said casually, "Anyway, I'll keep the interface for you. If you think it's not enough, I'll add a few more..."

The topic seemed to be getting weirder and stranger. Wycliff gradually felt that he could no longer keep up with the other person's rhythm, so he could only maintain an awkward and polite smile and try to perfunctorily. Fortunately, the old druid in front of him did not tangle on this creepy topic for too long. After a long imagination, Pittman looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall of the ward, and then stood up: "Okay, I've been with you for a long time, so I won't bother you. Just as you have a friend waiting outside, I'll call her in."

"Friend?" Wycliff was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that when he was recuperating in this fortress floating in the sky, there would be friends coming to visit. "Who?"

"You will know when she comes in," Pittman waved his hand and turned toward the door. "Anyway, it's a furry-looking girl, I've been waiting outside for a long time..."

"Furry?" Wycliff was a little stunned and could not react for a moment, but soon the doubt in his heart was explained. Just a moment after Pittman left, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside. A tall and well-proportioned orc lady with a bandage tied on her head and a loose "patient suit" and a tall and well-proportioned orc lady appeared in front of him.

In the bright sunshine that shone outside the window, the orc lady had a smile on her face. The face covered with fluff, with three-point feline characteristics and seven-point human female outline, looked particularly friendly: "Hey! Wycliffe! It's a good thing to see your head growing on your body. I was ready two days ago to help weed your grave every year in the future..."

Listening to the loud and pleasant voice of the orc lady, Wycliffe couldn't help but feel helpless on her face: "Camilla, you have this mouth... Forget it, you have been like this for so many years..."

"You still have such a gentle way of praising people," Kamira came to Wycliff's bed with a smile, picked up the fruit on the table next to her and stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it. While chewing, she said in a vague manner, "You can, I heard that you have been in Falm Fortress until the Holy Settling Sun War Chapter arrives, look at your injuries now... Tsk tsk, you are finally like a brave warrior. To be honest, I always thought you were sissy..."

The orc chief spoke casually while looking at Wycliffe's still empty arms, the latter just curled his lips helplessly, and his eyes also swept over Camilla.

The chief obviously had experienced a hellish battlefield. Under the careless and energetic appearance, he could not hide or was not covered at all. She was wrapped in bandages on her head. Now only one of her two very energetic ears stood on the top of her head, and the other was also carefully wrapped by bandages. In addition, the arms, collars and almost every inch of her body exposed with her carefree movements were exposed.

Even the end of the furry tail was wrapped in a bandage, which was obviously not very comfortable, and Camilla kept making the tail twist around.

"You look miserable," Wycliff thoughtfully, as if guessing why the other party was here, "so you live on this 'medical ship' now?"

"I live not far from you, but in fact, I don't want to come up to understand my body. This injury is not going to cost my life. Finding a place to recuperate the injury is a waste of time," Camilla curled her lips and muttered unhappyly, "It's a pity that the doctors of Cecil don't think so. They said that if I continue to struggle, I have to live at least ten years less. For the sake of my future life, it's best to be honest with the treatment..."

"I'm still quite surprised that you don't seem to be the one who honestly recovers from this kind of 'persuasion'," Wycliff shrugged. "Especially in this situation, you're more likely to beat the doctor who advises you to rest and apologize to them."

"...The main reason is that I haven't beaten those doctors," Camilla's expression was awkward for a moment. "Those white knights are more capable than I thought. They just told me the truth after they knocked me down..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly glared at her eyes again, and then she defended her: "Of course the main reason is that I was careless and in a bad state, how could I beat the iron can with naked hands? Besides, who would have thought that a group of 'doctors' would be so capable of fighting? Next time I brought the axe with me... Forget it, I won't say it."

Wycliffe's mouth twitched and heard the female chief muttering for a long time, then he finally couldn't help but interrupt: "...These white knights claim to be 'doctors', how dare you believe it?"

"...I'm careless," Camilla sighed, "I've been fooled by the Cecils."

Wycliffe's mouth couldn't help but curl up. At least for this moment, he finally felt the long-lost relaxed and familiar atmosphere.

But he did not immerse himself in this relaxation for too long. After a few seconds, the human king restrained the smile on his face, looked at Camilla's eyes and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"Overall, it's good news. We are recovering lost ground. The gaps in the defense line from north to south are being repaired one by one by the air fortresses and the ground forces brought by the Cecils. The enemy's main force encountered a heavy blow on the day when the World Dawn was put into battle. They should not be able to organize a large-scale offensive like before. At present, the main battlefield is moving to the south. Stuhl's troops and some air fortresses are consolidating the southern defense line.

"Stella and her golem 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 Hongyu City, just below us, she is with Duke Berdevin, planning to regain the mountain barrier. There are still quite a lot of distortions occupying the mountain barrier in the east. Those are 'regular troops' commanded by people, unlike the out-of-control monsters currently left alone in the forest. And they have made a large area 'wastelander'. 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 said slowly, her expression was a little complicated and her voice seemed low: "...Today, many people died, cities and villages were razed to the ground, fertile fields and water sources were polluted, and the forests turned into coke, but many people survived...Wycliffe, you are an optimistic person, and I don't need to persuade you at this time, right?"

"Yes, many of us survived," Wycliffe said softly, his eyes slowly turning to the window, and the towering shadow of the Dawn of the Earth was floating from the depths of the clouds, reflecting the light golden sunshine. "It's great to live."

“…Indeed, it’s great to live, and only by living can you do what they fail to achieve for the dead.”

The ward was quiet for a moment, and the two tribal leaders were each thinking. It was not until a voice suddenly came from a communication device on the desktop not far away that it broke the silence in the room. A young female commander with a golden single ponytail appeared in the holographic projection above the device, looking at Wycliff with a serious expression: "I'm sorry to interrupt you and my friends. Your Majesty Wycliff, I am Jinna Prince, the highest commander of the Cecil Air Force. I have some situations that need to be learned from you, about some details in the previous Battle of Falm..."

...

Two hours later, in the north of Wolf Ridge Mountain, in front of the ruins of Falm Fortress, which was once broken by the distorted legion and razed to the ground, the towering steel church stood on the ground that had been scorched earth. The energy barrier formed by the holy light covered the original fortress walls. The energy coverage of the Iron Chariot Cathedral formed an interlaced fire stronghold. An urgently built fortification blocked the mountain pass area that had been washed away before. The muzzle extending from the fortifications vigilantly pointed to the large area on the east side of the mountain.

Large pieces of molten substance like crystalline obsidian flow down from the nearby mountains, forming layers of undulating obstacles in the mountain pass area. The flames of the Purgatory Molotov cocktail have long been extinguished, but the terrifying traces it left behind are still shocking all creatures who dare to challenge this battlefield.

Over the Falm Fortress, another steel church is still floating in the sky, maintaining the air control in this area with the entire air combat formation.

Inside the Flying Church, Nun Marian was standing in front of the steel casting pulpit, and a holographic projection appeared above the iron casting platform in the form of a prayer book. It clearly presented the scene of a ruin at the Falm Fortress. Judging from the shooting perspective, this scene obviously came from a communication terminal set on the ground.

A priest in thick white knight armor appeared before the projection, saluting to the nun on the pulpit, "Miss Marian, we have arrived at the ruins of the North Tower, which should be the place that King Wycliff described to Commander Jinna."

Marian frowned: "Have you discovered anything?"

"Not yet, all the traces here have been destroyed. Even if there are any clues, they may have been buried in the deepest part of the ruins. There are still some magic fluctuations left here. We are collecting the readings of magic energy in the environment."

"A careful search, something wrong must have happened here," Marian said in a deep voice. "The distorted bodies used many abnormal forces to attack and defend the strongest Falm North Tower, and after completely destroying the North Tower, they occupied it for a long time. This is not in line with their general laws of action... Those monsters may have erased many clues, but under the thunder attack of the commander of Amher, they should not have time to erase all traces."

"Yes, Sister Marian!"

The White Knight answered in a deep voice, but after two seconds, the young priest couldn't help asking more: "Nun, what are we looking for?"

"...Our frontline scholars found clues to the real purpose of the Wasteland Legion on Wolf Ridge Mountain. What we are looking for may be a black cube with a side length of one to two meters, called rune stones. The dark priests are trying to use this device to achieve some ulterior motives..."

The blonde nun Marian said with a serious expression. She glanced at the aerial view presented on another set of holographic projections nearby, looked at the devastated land of Agure and the warriors guarding the main roads of the Yamagus, and took a breath.

Perhaps, the warriors of the warriors did not achieve real victory in their actions on this land, and behind the seeming retreat of those monsters was the truth about their terrible conspiracy.
Chapter completed!