Berna paid no attention to the noise of interference coming from the communication device, she just waited patiently for a few seconds with a smile on her face, and then heard a hoarse, low, as if the dry branches rubbing against each other came from the device:

"The wasteland today is still as boring as every day used to be—why did you suddenly make contact through the Dark Bridge, Patriarch Bertila?"

"I'd like to check on the outpost," Bertila said lightly under the pseudonym Berna, who is actually the leader of the cult, "You should already know that those blind monsters attacked the border of Typhon and Ansu at the same time. ”

“…… This side of the wall is under control, and the accident outside the wall has nothing to do with us, Your Excellency. ”

Bertila snorted, obviously not satisfied with this reply: "There are mutants with rudimentary intelligence and powerful spell-casting abilities in the aberrations, why didn't these changes be mentioned in the previous report?" ”

The voice on the other side of the communication device was silent for a moment, and then the rustle sounded again: "...... We have not observed the variant you are talking about. ”

Bertilla's brow furrowed slightly, apparently she was even more dissatisfied with this answer: "Am I going to make this up at will?" Now even the humans outside the walls have witnessed a new mutated monster, you really don't know? ”

"Imam Berthira, don't question the loyalty of the 'Sacrificer', we don't know what you're talking about mutations, but we'll investigate - if it's true, it only means that the monsters are undergoing new mutations that have never been observed before, and it's wise to wait patiently for the results of the investigation."

"I'll wait," Bertilla's expression was cold and stiff, "but I don't have much patience. ”

"Be patient, be patient, we've been patient for seven hundred years, and there's nothing left to influence our plans......"

The noise in the teleportation device gradually subsided with the human voices, and 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 hurried and said: "The elves will soon notice the movement of the Great Wall, and our channel will be reset and modified according to the second plan......"

The sky is covered in filthy clouds like a swamp, the turbulent chaos creates never-ending lightning in the clouds, the wind whistling with toxic gases and radioactive dust, and everything withers and withers, mutates and twists in this deadly environment, and even the earth, which is considered the cornerstone of all things, is reduced to a scorched wasteland in the corrosive magical energy of the scorched wasteland, a place where life is cut off.

But there are still some "things" at work in this land of life.

In the Gondor wasteland, in the Scorched Magical Realm, a "forest" is creeping slowly.

No polymath in the world could identify the species or names of these "trees" as the black, twisted branches grew wildly in the corrupt magic, sparse and messy gray-white leaves hung from the branches, or pale or blood-red crystalline growths pierced the epidermis of these plants, growing like a mosaic among the creepy twisted branches and leaves, and no polymath in the world could identify the species or names of these "trees", not even in the most bizarre of the most bizarre descriptions of the Black Forest. In particular, these trees are still shaking their branches and walking on the ground with their dense roots, which is even more beyond the imagination of human poverty.

Countless of these "trees" wrirm on the wasteland, their roots stretching, contracting, and wriggling like tangled snakes, and every now and then the "trees" slow down their creeping, briefly piercing some of their roots into the corrupted soil, seizing the time to absorb the only nutrients left in the soil, but even so, they will never stop creeping, as if their mission is to keep trekking through the wasteland.

In the middle of the Creeping Forest, an extraordinarily large, extraordinarily ancient strange tree slowly moved forward under the cluster of its companions, its surface folded and pitted bark crumpled together, forming a strange pattern like an old man's face, this face formed by the bark changed slightly, and from the dry and cracked mouth of "it", a hoarse and low voice came out: "Don't worry, Imam Bertila, everything is under control......

After a moment, the old face closed its mouth, but around the giant tree, many smaller creeping trees swayed in unison, faces emerging from the wrinkled bark, and looked out of the forest with the twisting of the branches.

Outside the Creeping Forest, in the filthy scorched wasteland, countless abominable and horrible flesh giants were moving slowly, a low murmur enough to drive ordinary people mad from the chests of each giant, and filled the wilderness.

And among the blind and foolish flesh giants, one or two extraordinarily large individuals could be seen from time to time, two or three times the height of ordinary giants, moving slowly in the procession, and constantly approaching the direction of the Creeping Forest......

Every leaf in the Creeping Forest trembled, and in the midst of a clattering sound, an ethereal voice rang: "Everything is under control......

Bertila ended the communication and stared intently at the dimming magic device in front of her.

"Sacrificer......" The female patriarch closed her eyes, and there was a hint of remembrance and bitterness in her cold and indifferent expression, "Seven hundred years......

But after only a few seconds, the female imam reined in all the unwanted emotional changes, she opened her eyes, which became cold and alienated again, and after confirming that the "dark bridge" had been put away and that nothing unusual had been left on the magic device, she straightened the folds in her clothes and turned to leave the place.

Yet her feet were frozen in place as if they had taken root, and she could not lift her steps, even though the upper part had reversed itself.

She looked down in surprise, only to find that her roots were not there—it wasn't the vines and the roots that held her there, but her own legs, her own feet.

Bertila frowned and tried to lift her feet again, but this time instead of succeeding, she even put her hand back on the extinguished magic device!

The imam exclaimed in a low voice, "Bella? What are you doing?! ”

Bertilla's body stiffened, no longer moving, but a deep confrontation unfolded within the body, and her face, the innocent and beautiful face that belonged to some elf, was constantly changing expressions, sometimes angry, sometimes painful, sometimes resolute, sometimes desperate......

Eventually, all expressions stopped at a layer of indifference, and Bertila regained control of the body.

However, a soft sigh came from her mouth.

"Berna...... This is the last time you will be willful.

"Go ahead, before I change my mind."

The elven girl's body staggered, then slowly walked to the magic terminal in the room, she gently rubbed the smooth alloy surface of the magic terminal, and then placed her hand on the top of it in a slightly rusty way.

After a few moments, the elven runes brightened again, light mist projections and voices appeared, and a silver elf with a friendly smile waved in front of Bernard.

"Windtalker 1015, hello, sister who has traveled far away."

The elven girl hesitated, but still slowly broke the silence: "I am...... Bernard Breeze, from ...... White Rock City. ”

"Yes, Miss Bella, how does it feel to be out and about? Do you want to contact your family in the Empire? Or do you want to report what you see and hear outside? Or is there a special circumstance that needs to be transferred to the confidential line? ”

"I ...... No, I don't need to contact my family, I only have a few words that I want to give to the Master of the Heart of Thorns in Moon Valley. ”

"Okay, please speak, it will be recorded for you here."

“…… Mentor, I'm very good outside, it's really interesting to travel, this world is so big, much bigger than the forest I've seen in my hometown......

"I've met a lot of people, there are humans, there are also elves who have also traveled, there are dwarves who are very common in the north of the continent, and there is even a fairy - the elf is really funny, small, but full of spirit when it comes to talking......

"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'm not going back.

"I'm going to stay out of the world because of a promise that I have to fulfill.

"One last thing, mentor, don't gamble anymore...... Really, it's actually embarrassing to tell someone about it......

"That's it, Miss Windtalker."

"Okay, that's been recorded," the silver elf on the magic light curtain smiled as he recorded Berna's words, and then asked, "Is there anything else you want to give to anyone else?" ”

The elf girl Berna was silent for a moment, and shook her head slightly: "No." ”

"Okay, sisters who traveled far away - it's nice to have this short conversation, and I hope to see you again next time. May the stars and the earth always favor you. ”

"May the stars and the earth always favor you. Thank you. ”

The runes on the surface of the teleportation device dimmed, and Bernard repeated as if to herself, "Thank you." ”

This is obviously not for the wind talkers who are already offline.

The "Elf Girl's" body shook slightly, and an indifferent voice came from her mouth: "You don't need to say thank you to me, you and I both know very well that this is part of the trade contract."

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

"I'm just trying to better stabilize my flesh and blood after 'fusion', and on the other hand, I've been monitoring your movements, and you can't get out of my hands with every word or deed - so you really have nothing to thank me."

There was a long silence in the room, and after a few minutes, Bertila suddenly chuckled: "Huh...... I would have been influenced by you......"

She shook her head, all the expressions on her face quickly retracted, and then she opened the door to the cubicle and left the place without hesitation.

She expertly navigated through the checkpoints in the Courier Hall, through the alleys, and through another entrance and exit from the town founded by the elves.

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

Still in her "Bernard" form, Berthira strolled through the woods, and despite the uninhabited frontier forests, she walked as if she were strolling in her garden, and stopped when she reached a wooded area.

She smiled and looked up at Thorderlin, who had opened her bow not far ahead.

"Sister Thor, we're meeting again."