Chapter 993： Double stage (1/2)

Andesa returned to the bed, her father was sitting aside.

Everything seemed to be a dream-even the pain caused by pulling the wound just now couldn't convince Andesa of the truth of all this. She felt her head dizzy again, that kind of debilitating and unbalanced dizziness came in waves. Is this a sign of awakening from the dream?

She raised her head and looked at her father's face, confirming all the details again and again, as if to thoroughly engrave every wrinkle, every hair, every subtle expression change of the other party into her mind, and then take it. Comparing seriously with what she remembered more than ten years ago, she didn't know the meaning of doing this-but she had to find something for herself to calm her mood a little bit.

The father is completely different from the memory. Except for those eyes, Andesa hardly finds many details in the face of the other party that match the memory... This is only because more than a decade of time has caused her to forget her childhood. detail? Or is it because these years of life experience can really make a person such a huge change?

"You are completely different from what I remembered," she couldn't help but said, "I remember you had a very high forehead... and a wider nose bridge..."

Bud reached out his hand and touched his face.

Yes, this face should indeed have changed a lot. It is a change that is difficult to explain with the passage of time-embracing darkness and depravity is a price. He can't remember how many forbidden and dangerous forces he has come into contact with. I don’t know how much I have done for those powers... Flesh and flesh transformation, evil factor testing, mutations, toxins, this face has changed between human and non-human again and again, and has been reshaped again and again, even though I have been Try to maintain the original human appearance as much as possible, but after all, this face has become completely unrecognizable.

There are probably not many people in this world who can recognize themselves.

"It's the price of living to this day," Bud twitched his mouth, and said with some self-deprecating. "Fortunately, everything is over. I'm doing well here."

Andesa was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask the question she wanted to ask since just now: "So you have been in Cecil...Anzu? You didn't die at all, you were just caught by Anzu And then became their people?"

There was a questioning tone in her words, but she was somewhat lacking in confidence-because now she was just a prisoner of war who chose to surrender, and it seemed that she did not have much qualifications to question her father.

However, she was obviously still a little angry, even almost irritated-it was the emotion that she had long insisted on being impacted on the outlook on life. She stared at her father as if not only seeking an answer, but also hoping that the other person would be able to There is a complete set of rhetoric that can convince oneself so that this "betrayal" will not be so shameful.

Bud had long expected that this question would be waiting for him, and he had prepared for it for a long time, but after this moment really came, he was still silent for a long time before accumulating the courage to speak: "An Tesa, I... have experienced a lot of things. In the past few years, I have done some... things that are more terrifying than you think."

...

Margarita came to a tower on the western wall of Solinburg. Although the "outside" world was already cold in winter, the wind blowing from the tower was still as warm and suitable as spring. She moved her forehead away. A strand of broken hair that was blown by the wind, looked up at the direction of the trunk of the giant tree, and let out a gentle breath.

This is the highest place in the entire Solinburg, but even here, the magnificent canopy of the giant Solin tree is still a long way from Margarita. She looked up at the layered green "dome". The countless luminous vines dotted between the domes and the hyphae hanging down like a veil glowing fascinatingly like the starry sky at night-if you didn't know the secret behind this, who would have thought that such a fantastic spectacle was actually rooted in one Above the abyss of flesh and blood of the Dark Order?

There was a rustling noise nearby. Some flower vines that had originally clung to the outside of the tower squirmed behind Margarita, and Bertila walked out from the flower vines: "Good day, General Margarita."

Margarita did not look back: "Is the reunion of the'eldest lady' and her father going well?"

"The atmosphere is not bad...Although it is a little bit worse now, I think they will go well in the end," Bertila said, and then she paused. "Actually I don't think Bud will put himself over a dozen or so now. His experience at the End of All Things Society in 2016 told his daughter that it was a good choice—especially when the latter’s injuries were not healed, but he didn’t seem to think so."

"...They haven't seen each other for too long, maybe Mr. Bud can't find a better topic than this, and it seems to me that Miss Andesa Wendell doesn't seem to be on this kind of thing. People whose impulses are out of control."

"Perhaps," Bertila was silent for a moment before whispering, "I haven't had relatives and friends for too long, and I don't quite understand this aspect... The experience and memory of hundreds of years ago, It probably doesn't apply to this generation."

Margarita took a deep look at this ancient druid who could no longer be regarded as a human, and said casually: "You should have also received the news-Thorin will send a team that includes combat, construction and The mixed support force including medical personnel went to the front line of Winter Wolfsburg to deal with the increasingly powerful counterattack of Typhon."

"Ah, of course I received it. After all, I am undertaking a lot of work here," Bertila said calmly. "This is normal. A considerable part of the production and construction corps in the Solin area was recruited from the east last year. They understand Changfeng-Winter Wolf confrontation area."

"...Don't you feel anything personally?" Margarita couldn't help asking.

Bertila asked her back: "What do you want to say?"

"You used to be a Typhon, although that was a long time ago," Margarita looked at each other seriously, "Strictly speaking...you are even one of the ancestors of Rosetta Augustus. Feng royal family. Now Typhon is suffering from a divine disaster, and Cecil is at war with them, I think you will pay extra attention to this."

"You also said that it was a long time ago," Bertila suddenly smiled, although the smile was a bit rigid, "I left Typhon far longer than the time when Bud and his daughter separated. It was as long as I was. I have forgotten what the faces of the Augustus family looked like. Now there are no people I know, no cities and streets I know, and even the Orlander in my memory has sunk into the ground two hundred years ago Deep... Now that is a strange place to me, I don't think I have much to sigh."

Margarita was taken aback, and then slowly smiled: "That's true."

A gust of wind blows from the far north, and the canopy of the giant Thorin tree makes a large area of ​​long-term rustling in the wind. These branches stretched in kilometers, and Berthila's gaze stretches between the branches, looking towards Far East-But outside of the giant tree perception area, all she can see as a plant is endless darkness.

...

Fog, the boundless fog, enveloped the entire Aldernan.

In this month of each year, the long-lasting fog will always cover this city standing on the plain. The people of Aldernan have become accustomed to this dense fog-covered season and are accustomed to the months-long , Living under the chaotic sky, in the eyes of poets, the fog floating between the buildings and the roofs and towers shadowed in the fog are even a fascinating beauty-about the imperial capital in the mist The poems can be seen everywhere and at any time during the two centuries of time.

However, in the foggy moon of Cecil 2 years (Typhon 739), the citizens of Aldernan felt most nervous and uneasy from this familiar fog.

An atmosphere of panic was spreading in the city along with all kinds of rumors, the churches of the God of War, which are said to have been occupied by evil spirits, the frequently mobilized troops, and the news from the front. Everyone stirred the nervous nerves of the Tifeng people, and on the last day of the first week of Wuyue, another real big event happened.