Chapter 1328： Overlooking the dark (2/2)

Borken fell into contemplation, the withered and twisted branches and leaves were silent in the night, and then he suddenly shook his branches, and a mental signal was transmitted to the root network along with his actions.

It swayed in the dark dense forest near the hill. In the next second, a rickety, withered figure pulled out its roots from the soil and walked out of the dense forest. This figure clung to the hill, and there was a filthy cloud over the waste soil. The magical glow inspired by the natural nature illuminates this figure-it is the Dark Master Bertram, who fled to the wasteland from the northern battlefield in embarrassment not long ago, and directly ruined half of the main force in the first battle.

"Master Master, are you looking for me?" Bertram hung down on his branches, completely devoid of the spirited spirit he had when he commanded the army to destroy the northern sentry tower and nearly breached the lines of Cecil and Typhon.

Although his failure in the northern defense line was not entirely his responsibility. The Cecil’s living forest lurking in the southern foothills of the mountains was completely accidental. However, at the beginning of the war, he was blindly advancing, losing the battle situation and losing his way, which eventually led to half It is also true that the main force is buried in the mouth of the living forest.

After rushing back to the wasteland, Bertram was deprived of the command of the Northern Legion and underwent harsh punishment. Now it is rooted in the corner of this twisted forest like a shame, becoming the Legion’s laughing stock—even those The lowest-level dark druids were secretly mocking the scene of him running hundreds of kilometers from the dark mountains, leaving all his subordinates and escaping back to the base camp.

He never thought that he would have the chance to be summoned again by the Grand Master.

"I will give you a chance to wash away your shame and make up for your mistakes," Borken stared at the rickety tree man in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Bertlem, you must accept this opportunity."

"Of course, I am waiting for your order at any time!" Bertram said immediately, and the snake-like roots of the vine squirmed under his feet, "I will definitely complete your task!"

"It's a good thing to have confidence, but don't boast about going to Haikou so early," Borken said lightly, "Do you still have the courage to face the northern battlefield?"

Bertram was stunned for a moment, and then he shook the dry branches vigorously: "Of course, these days I have been burned by flame-like hatred, that battlefield...I always long to return to the front..."

"Very well, then you will return to the northern line to support our'immune barrier'-our root network is facing the invasion of the living forest, and you have directly contacted the spiritual body of Bertila," Bo Elken stared at Bertram and said, "Look for the power that has pierced your soul, look for the extension of that power underground, look for the truth that Berthila can extend the body so far, and the power of her source…"

The cold night wind blows across the plain, and the Gondor wasteland in winter is shrouded in silence.

Bertram's body was even more rickety, and he hung down the branches respectfully, and the dry leaves shook in the wind: "Follow your orders, Grand Master."

Bertram stepped back, and the hill was silent for a while. Borken seemed to be thinking about something, while the elves just stood calmly not far away. No one knew what they were thinking, even Even Borken is not clear about this.

Of course he couldn't hear the spiritual whispers of Ferna and Lena.

"Things are starting to get interesting, don't they?" The voice of "one of them" rang abruptly in the connection that only the Elf Gemini could hear.

"Yes, floating fortresses, living forests... Those'Ceciles' have created a lot of interesting things. Based on this season's civilization, their development trajectory and current direction are infinitely close to that'ideal model'. '."

"The starting point of all this is the ‘visitor’."

"The changes brought by the visitor... will eventually change the mortal beings of this season, an extraterritorial soul that has fallen into the world, will it really become a variable on this planet... it is really worth looking forward to."

"But there is a greater possibility that this season's civilization will still disappear like the countless rounds of civilizations that looked promising before. An ambitious "fallen in the world" can only turn into a huge force in the face of destiny. Dust—civilization is meaningless. The activities brought about by'wisdom' are just a little meaningless note among the stars. Whether it is the sailor, the mortal, or the gods, they are just leaving some fleeting phantoms for the universe. ."

"Everything doesn't matter, we don't have to care about this process, no matter whether the outside visitor will change everything, it will be a...interesting enough thing."

Quiet in the heart connection, "Firna" and "Lierna" continued to stand quietly on the hill, looking at this dark and boundless wasteland with indifferent eyesight.

As the sentinel has done in the past 1.8 million years.

(End of this chapter)