The "door" made of leaves and vines retreated to the sides with the rustling sound. The petite blonde elves stepped into the open chamber from the dim corridor. She carefully stepped over the veins that were flashing, like blood vessels or nerve fibers, and said quietly as she walked towards Belltila: "I... woke up and heard a lot of sounds outside, so I came here to take a look..."

"Many voices?" Belltila was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted, "Are you talking about the movements you heard in the nerve resonance? Sorry, I woke you up - it was a nerve signal from the wasteland border."

While speaking, she slowly walked out of the vines where she lived. The lush flower vines and leaves broke away from behind like a robe and retreated, forming a throne-shaped structure, and her eyes fell on the petite elf in front of her-

The young elf called "Berna" was only wearing a simple dress. The exposed skin on her arms, spine and legs were everywhere, complex runes with golden thin lines mixed with thin golden lines and connected lines. These runes and lines formed a tattoo-like "array". In the place without the cover of runes, her skin showed a white to almost transparent texture. The blood vessels under the skin were vaguely visible, but there seemed to be some kind of glowing... "solution" flowing inside.

These characteristics that are obviously different from normal humans or elves cover Berna's body surface, causing this young "elves" to give birth to an inhuman feeling like an alchemy doll out of thin air. She stood in front of Berniela, and the runes on her body surface flowed through some glimmer of light. Then she glanced at the vines and nerve nodes that had already contracted into "thrones", and asked carefully: "Border... Is the border still fighting very well now?"

"The war is fierce, but you don't have to worry about these - the enemy is a group of reptiles who can only entrench on the wasteland. They can't beat the Holy Spirit Plain," Belltila said casually, with unconcealed contempt in her tone. Then she looked at Bellna, and despite the lack of expression changes on her face, she still had a little concern in her tone. "But you, your body has just completed the last stage of growth. Now you need to have a good rest to get the nervous system adapted. Go back to the room, or go to the neural network to play with friends..."

"I can't sleep anymore, I feel energetic..." Berna said softly, as if she was a little distressed, "and there are also news about the southern battlefield everywhere on the neural network, and friends I know are talking about similar things..."

The young blonde elves paused when they said this, as if they were hesitating, but in the end they couldn't help saying: "I heard that the situation in the Silver Empire is not very good? We seemed to have broken off contact with the South. The Silver Empire was isolated and helpless, and even... even the Temple of Stars fell from the sky..."

"Some people just like to exaggerate in neural networks. The farther they are, the more rumors are exaggerated," Belltila immediately commented bluntly, even the flower vines under her feet shaking. "The Temple of Stars forced landing on the surface to block the gap in the barrier. The Millennium Legion of the Silver Elves and the Rangers Legion of the Kaoling Kingdom have long stabilized the defense line, and we have not completely cut off contact with the South, but the communication between the Magic Net has been temporarily cut off - we also have messengers who are traveling through the shadow world and the alternate communication channels of the Tifeng Empire can contact the South. The situation is not that serious..."

"Is it a forced landing... When I left my hometown, the mentor said that as long as the Temple of Stars landed on the ground, it would never fly again." Berna recalled the memories that were already a little blurred and yellow in her mind. Those memories were far away as if they were another person's life, but in recent days of "waking up", they were constantly surging, and they became clear little by little in her body "made" by her cutting-edge biochemical technology and magic rune technology. "Messenger... Are you talking about the mysterious messenger code-named "Deer Utensil"? I heard from friends on the Internet that the messenger was an ancient existence known to His Majesty the Emperor..."

"...It's almost the same," Belltila said casually, and then couldn't help asking, "You seem to be very concerned about the things in the south recently?"

"I..." Berna hesitated for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed the hem of her clothes, "I want to go back and see... back to the Silver Empire... Since Mr. Messenger can go over, maybe..."

"Belna," Belltila said before she finished speaking. She stared at the young elf in front of her who had just been "born" from a biological concept. Her tone seemed a little complicated, "I did promise to send you home, but... we didn't expect that this war would break out so early and fight like this. The situation is not suitable now. The war is burning throughout the continent, and your body..."

She said, unable to help but look at the exposed runes on Berna's body again.

The complex structure of the druid runes and the divine power inverter array engraved on the body maintain the stability of this body. A liquid circulation system in which coexists with blood vessels flows with complex components of biological alchemy solutions, multiple protections of nervous systems, spare organs and bones with internal armor... This seemingly weak body actually condenses the most extreme biochemical technology of the Cecil Empire at present. It was a creation that was nurtured by the Thorin tree and is even more incredible than the synthetic brain. All of this is to allow an elf who has been dead for many years to return to this world and allow her to survive stably in the external environment.

"Although I have used technical means to allow you to move outside the cultivation sac, and the results of several tests are quite in line with expectations, your last growth stage has just been completed and more testing is still needed," Belltila said patiently. "In the Thorin Giant Tree, I can still deal with your problems in time, but once I go to the south, I will not be able to take care of you - in the Silver Empire, who can repair your body?"

Berna looked at the former dark minister in front of her, and after a moment, she suddenly laughed.

She was still the elf Bernard, but she was no longer as ignorant as she used to be. She knew that Bernard Lara's past, that all things in the dark will eventually perish, and that what happened to her was also known. But it was precisely because of this that she felt particularly...unbelievable when she looked at such a "Dark Master".

But the elf has made up his mind.

"I know my physical condition - Sister Belltila, don't forget that I have the knowledge you shared in my mind. I know how my body works," said the petite blond elf calmly but firmly. "I know that the south is dangerous, but it is precisely because of this that I have to go back and see. I have been away from home for a long time. Maybe some people can't see this time, and they will never see it again... And you don't have to worry about the physical condition. The Silver Empire also has many excellent druids. I can also urgently deal with my 'break'. Even if there is a problem, Mr. Messenger has time to send me back here."

"That messenger...well, maybe." Belltila said helplessly, her mind (and many auxiliary minds) was running rapidly. After realizing that the silver elf who had been away from home for many years had made up her mind, she began to think about the feasibility of this matter - if she could not dispel the other party's thoughts, the only thing she could do was to prevent this matter from being out of control.

After some thought, she finally raised her eyelids again and looked at Berna and exhaled: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, I won't stop you - but don't be excited for now. We must plan this matter well. I can't let you run to the south so recklessly. You have already paid the price for recklessness. And I have to discuss this matter with Brother Gao Wen, the messenger..."

She paused when she said this, even if it was a mimetic face that was difficult to express her expression, she couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth: "That messenger is not an ordinary existence. I hope you won't be scared when you see him later."

...

The wind mixed with the smoke of war passed through the old defense line that had turned into a scorched earth. The thick sand and dust were swept up by the wind and slapped on the broken earth and the towering walls of the border fortress. The flags were flying in the wind, and the edges of the flags burned by flames and magic brushed past the golden hair of Belsetia in curling, and the wind brought whispers from the forests in the distance.

Belsetia looked down at the earth and said nothing in the wind. Only a faint wave of magic came from her occasionally, showing her listening to the "voice" coming from afar.

A tall, short black hair, armored, and a dark red eye masked man stood next to the ruler of the Silver Empire, looking down at the scorched earth in the distance and the "mountain range" crawling on the ground at the end of the scorched earth. After a long period of silence, the middle-aged man broke the silence: "Our attempt to retake the Blue Rock Hills failed, and the soldiers have temporarily withdrawn the defense line - the monsters invested more troops in the Blue Rock Hills than we imagined, and they seemed to intend to use it as a long-term stronghold for 'construction'."

"I have heard the news from the wind, and the warriors of the Guardian Ancient Tree and the Millennium Legion are heading for support, His Majesty Odris," said Bellsetia in a deep voice, "Now our front line is stalemate between the Blue Rock Hills and the Forest Barrier... As more and more Millennium Warriors cross the Long Bridge of Homecoming, the monsters that surge out of the wasteland are also increasing their troops."

"... Although the most critical moment has passed, we are still far from the real dawn, Her Majesty," Odris, the king of the Gaoling Kingdom, narrowed his only remaining eye in the wind. "Now, several areas in the northern fallen area of ​​the forest barrier have been transformed into wasteland. We have to divide a lot of troops to solve the aberrations that continue to grow out of the air, and find ways to purify the pollution that spreads in the forest. The whole front is too long, and our soldiers are exhausted-those monsters are not afraid of death. If the situation continues to be so stalemate, we will fall into a disadvantage again."

Belsetia didn't speak for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, she spoke in a low tone: "But we can't retreat at all... You know the news from the north that the real purpose of those monsters attacking the civilized world is most likely to be to cast some kind of "control node" that can control the entire planet's magic system at a specific location. The stalemate is very difficult, but it is a stage with no choice. We must survive this stage."

"... On the day when the Temple of Stars fell, you did not give up on the Gaoling Kingdom, so the Gaoling Kingdom would never betray the 'Alliance', but I still have to say... If there is no way to break the deadlock, this battle will be really hard to fight," Odris sighed. "Recently, our reconnaissance forces have also discovered traces of distorted operations on the northwest border. Obviously, some of the monsters that originally attacked the Western Front are now moving towards us. Although the number is not large, this is not a good sign."

As soon as he was halfway through his words, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the nearby city wall. Belsetia turned her head and saw a young man with short black hair, a long sword around her waist, and a military uniform walking quickly towards this side. He was the only son of King Audres of Gaoling, and Lorraine, who had just grown up not long ago.

"Why are you so panicked?" Seeing Lorraine's hurried appearance, Odris immediately frowned and asked in a slightly stern tone.

"Greta Fortress was attacked," Lorraine said quickly, "the enemy came from the direction of the dark intersection..."

"Come again? Those bastards are endless, right?" Audrist, with a rough style, cursed, his hair on his head stood up. Then he quickly walked to the other side of the city wall and said hurriedly to Belsetia, "I have to meet the generals. The recent situation in Greta Fortress is not very good - Her Majesty the Queen, as I said, if you can't find a way to break the deadlock, this battle will be really hard to fight!"

The tall king and his young heir quickly disappeared on the city wall, and Belsetia's vision quickly returned to the direction of the forest barrier. In the unique perception of the silver elves, she could not only see the devastated land, but also see other things filled with the forest and the soil - the breath of life in struggle, the spreading power of chaos, the "memory" left by mortals on the earth is being swallowed by darkness, civilization is fading, and has disappeared to the edge of the fortress under her feet, but it stopped tenaciously here. Under the support of the strong will of countless mortals, this boundary line is stalemate with the dark force from the direction of the wasteland, and continues to swallow each other, a tug-of-war of one's rise and the other.

...

At the same time, on the northern front of Gondor's wasteland, Fendir Wilder, dressed in military uniform, was driving a magic armored vehicle through the vast wasteland between the propulsion camps.

The cold wind slapped the door of the magic car with frozen and hard broken ice and snow chips. The whistling sound mixed in the wind makes people's nerves always remain tense. The mountains in the distance become hazy in the bad weather, but a column of light emitted bright blue light lit up in the wind and snow in the distance - that is the brilliance released by the purification device when it is running. In this bad weather, it can guide the direction of the way forward.

A soldier's voice came from behind: "Sir, do you need me to change shifts? You have been driving for a long time."

"No need - we are passing through the cleaning interval, it's best not to stop." Fendil said to his subordinates sitting behind without looking back, then lowered his head slightly and glanced at the task summary at hand:

Task: Go to the newly established frontline laboratory and assist the laboratory leader in setting up the Magic Network communication system.
Chapter completed!