Chapter 629 A distress signal in the wilderness

At night, several people sat around in the room in the cave, watching Sura pour black oil on the repaired generator and then start it.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang--"

The first few sounds were a bit unreliable, but they became more coherent after it started running. Waves of black smoke came out of the chimney, and then the connected light tube began to light up.

"Not bad, now let's try the radio." Sura patted the rust and oil on his hands, then picked up the radio and connected it.

A buzzing noise began to sound, but Sura skillfully turned the knob on the radio, gradually adjusting the frequency band, and slowly a regular sound began to appear.

"There is still some noise." Sura thought for a while, then looked up.

"Guy, you hold the radio, and I'll hold the generator, let's go to the open space outside the cave to try it."

"Okay." Guy and the other person picked it up and walked outside. At this time, Tilan and Ores followed behind with curiosity and novelty.

After arriving at the open space outside the cave, the sound was indeed much clearer, and it could even be heard as a piece of music.

[Night falls... holding up the black skirt... walking on the earth...]

As Sura slowly adjusted the radio, a clearer voice gradually appeared.

"Is this chanting?" Tilan felt that this speech was somewhat like the quotations of religious people.

"I guess it is the wolf-blooded group in the wilderness to the west who are promoting their beliefs again, but I didn't expect that they actually have a radio station." Sura said that the wolf-blooded base is about 200 miles away to the west, close to a big river, with sufficient food and of course fierce competition.

After that, Sura adjusted it for a while, but unfortunately there was no gain.

"This place is still too remote and poor, there is not even a radio wave." Sura was very disappointed.

"When I was a child, I lived in Ford City, where I could hear 20 to 30 radio stations every day."

After listening for a while, Sura was not interested in what was broadcast on the radio, so he went to do other things.

"If you are tired of listening, turn off the generator and save the oil."

Then Guy, Tilan and the other two were left at the entrance of the cave, guarding the radio that was still playing voices.

At first, Tilan didn't quite understand the strange quotes and allusions on the radio, but later, she felt something strange, that is, the other party used a more obscure way to talk about a secret method of practicing magic on the radio, but this method was very rough.

Tilan was a little interested at this time, and she listened patiently, but unfortunately it was only halfway through, and it ended. According to the words at the end, if you want to listen again, you have to wait until the night of three days later.

"It's over." Guy said, then turned off the generator and then picked it up. It seems that he has been guarding nearby because he is afraid that Tilan will run out of oil or break something.

After leaving, Guy put away the things temporarily, and then went to guard the night, while Tilan and Orles went back to sleep.

The night here is very boring. There are no bright lights, no entertainment facilities, and basically you can only sleep after dark.

In the following days, Tilan and Orles spent a quiet time in this settlement. They gradually became familiar with the environment here. Compared with the first few days, Orles could speak more clearly. Although she had lost many memories, she still had some basic common sense. Occasionally, she would use a few familiar skills, such as freezing water into large ice cubes and making ice mirrors to take pictures of herself.

"The dress is beautiful. I like Tilan~" Orles was very happy wearing the new dress Tilan made for her.

The gray linen was cut into a simple short-sleeved style with a slightly gathered waist, showing Orles's good figure. Compared with the overly gorgeous snow-white long dress when she first came, this one was much more simple and similar to the local style.

"Come here, so that you can tie up your hair." Tilan waved to Orles who was spinning on the grass, and then asked her to sit in front of her and tie up her hair with a new headband, the color and style of which were the same as the one Orles was wearing.

The gray linen cloth was slightly rough, but the skin exposed under the cloth was particularly white and greasy. When tying Orles' hair, Tilan couldn't help but shake her head slightly. Even if it was a very ordinary dress, it was still difficult to hide the other party's excellent foundation.

After all, she was a singer carefully cultivated by the elf family. She was loved by all parties since she was a child. It can be said that Orles had never suffered in the first half of her life. If it weren't for the impatience of the Federal Central Council and forced Orles to go to the battlefield, she would probably have lived a very happy life. Such a beautiful environment also made her character very simple. She was a little proud, but she didn't have much calculation, because whatever she wanted, she could get it directly without calculation.

After combing her hair, Tilan let go and let Orles go to play by herself. She liked to look around and touch the stones and plants here. Everything felt new.

"Heshia." At this time, Sura came out of the cave.

"What's up?"

"Can you come over here? The boss is awake."

"Okay."

Tilan simply packed up and stood up, following Sura to the depths of the cave, where there was a large tunnel leading underground, and then there was a very high room on one side, with several pieces of fluorite inserted in it as a weak light source.

After Sura went in, he first lit the brazier on the side, moved it to the bed, and then waved to Tilan to come over.

On the four-meter-long bed, a figure that looked like a moose and a human was lying on a pile of straw. He was still emitting a strange smell, after all, he hadn't taken a bath for several days, and there was also the smell of herbs and wounds.

"You...you are Heshia, right." The 'person' on the bed opened his deer-like eyes, saw the girl standing next to him, and spoke weakly.

"Yes." The girl agreed briefly, and her eyes swept over the other person to observe the general situation.

The wounds are still coated with herbs. Some have scarred, but some are still festering and swollen. It doesn't look too good.

"Thank you for saving me." When he said this, he wanted to raise one hand. With those thick fingers, Tilan felt that he could hold her waist in his palm.

However, this hand was only raised halfway, and it fell down a little weakly.

"Sorry, I can only say thank you now."

"It's okay, you should rest and recover first." Tilan comforted the other party.

The moose didn't listen, still opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling, as if thinking about something, and then waved for Sura to come to his side.

"Su, go get the sword at the bottom of the pit."

"That sword? Are you sure?" Sura was a little slow to react.

"Yes, no matter what, he saved my life and yours. Now the settlement has no fighting power, and it's useless to keep the sword."

"Okay, but I'll remind you that the sword is a little damaged. Although it can still be used, the effect may not be as good as expected." She said, jumped off the bed and walked out of the room.

About 20 minutes later, Sura, who was still covered with dirt and stains, brought an iron box over.

Tilan made way with a puzzled look, letting Sura place the iron box on the table beside the bed. Then she pried open the lid of the box with a tool with some effort, revealing a red broken sword tied inside the box.

One-third of the tip of the blade was broken, leaving only the lower half and the hilt. Although it didn't look wide or thick, Sura's slightly strenuous look showed that the sword was not light at all.

"This sword is a treasure that the boss and I have collected. Not many people in the settlement know about it. Now it seems that the boss wants to give it to you for self-defense."

Sura handed the broken sword to Tilan. The blade was a dull red with an interlaced grid engraved on it, like stone, and the hilt felt a little cold.

"Be careful, this sword is not an ordinary item, but a sharp weapon that can only be used by high-level new races." Sura told Tilan.

"It has a special resonance device built in. When you input magic power, it is like having an extra small extraordinary core, and it is connected with your mind."

"When it remembers your magic power fluctuations, it will convert the magic power and become consistent with you. At the same time, it can stimulate the built-in branding patterns and use the spells in it effortlessly, even if you have never learned such formulas before."

"And in order to prevent it from being robbed and used by others on the battlefield, after the previous owner inputs magic power, it has to wait for nearly ten years for the magic power inside to dissipate before the next owner can input magic power."

"Unfortunately, for the boss, this sword is too small, not big enough for his fingers, and for me, such a weapon cannot be used to its full potential, otherwise I would definitely not leave it to you." Sura muttered in a broken voice, and seemed reluctant to give it up.

"Such a treasure?" Tilan took it a little carefully. It was indeed very heavy, as if the whole sword was made of stone.

"Should I input magic power into it now?" She felt that the principle of such a weapon was similar to that of a mecha, but the size and structure of the two were very different.

"Well, it should be possible, but be careful. After all, it's a broken sword. If you feel something is wrong, stop inputting magic power immediately."

"Okay."

The girl thought about it, held the hilt of the sword, and slowly injected magic power.

At first, there was no reaction, but as more and more magic power was injected, the blade began to emit a very subtle fluorescence, and the blade became lighter, as if it was thawing inside.

When it reached a critical point, as if a switch was turned on, a stone-cold and strange feeling came from the sword, as if calling itself.

"It began to seek spiritual resonance. Heshia closed her eyes to sense and adjust her own consciousness, adapt to it, and then assimilate it." Sura instructed from the side.

"I know." The girl closed her eyes and carefully and cautiously touched it step by step. Although the frequency fluctuation was not strong, it was extremely stable.

Gradually, the girl and the sword in her hand emitted the same faint light. Slowly, the perception connection between people and swords extended, as if the sword had become a part of the body. If she scratched the stone with the blade, she could also feel the potholes and roughness on the stone surface.

This feeling became more and more familiar, and Tilan found that it was exactly the same as driving a mecha, except that the latter was more difficult, and the magic furnace core attached to it was more advanced and powerful.

After a while, when Tilan slowly adapted to the state, Sura asked her to take the sword and chop the stone beside her.

Holding the sword, the girl chopped it up. Although it was very difficult at the beginning, as the blade glowed with a faint red light, it was like cutting rubber, and then slowly cut the whole stone.

"Wow~" Seeing this scene, Sura couldn't help but whistled in surprise.

"I didn't expect you to really do it." It turned out that she thought Tilan couldn't do it before, but she could take the sword back.

"Such 'personality weapons', that is, weapons that require consciousness resonance to activate, are very powerful. It is said that the establishment of the Ford Alliance was the gathering of the leaders of the thirteen strongholds. Each of them held a 'personality weapon' and united to eliminate the local war machinery, thus building a stable situation."

"Where did these weapons come from in the first place? It seems that modern technology cannot make them." Tilan slowly faded away her magic power, and then the sword became dim and heavy again.

"I don't know who created it specifically. It should be created by a certain holy sun for his followers, because such weapons require strong spiritual resonance perception to use, and only the new races can do this. As for the old humans who were eliminated, they can only watch."

"Is that so..." Tilan recalled the mecha piloting of the Federation. It seems that the minimum sequence is 5 to resonate with the magic furnace and then connect with the spirit. But looking at this, it seems that the new race has a unique advantage. Even at a low sequence, it can manipulate and exert the power of the weapon.

Or perhaps, this technology originally came from the new race, but at the end of the fifth era, the native humans absorbed and improved it.

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Three days later, when Tilan and others turned on the radio as usual, ready to listen to any news nearby, a special frequency band kept ringing repeatedly.

"This is a distress signal." Sura immediately identified it.

"I have to translate the signal code." She found the tools and began to draw on the ground.

"Direction, 12° east, 36° north..." She muttered, then stood up.

"The other party encountered war machinery, we have to rush over." She suddenly read out the situation.

"At this time, should we go to rescue?" Guy was a little resistant, and Marula, who was leaning against the mountain wall, half asleep and half awake, just opened his eyes after listening, but did not speak.

"Of course we have to go. The location he said is only a few kilometers away from us. It's so close. If we don't go to see it, it will be at our doorstep tomorrow. If it is a large-scale war machinery, we will even have to prepare to move immediately." Sura answered quickly.

"Well, okay, then I'll go, you all stay here." Guy picked up the bow beside him.

"Can your bow shoot through steel?" Sura expressed doubt.

"It's better to have something than nothing. If nothing works, we can just shoot the detectors and make those guys blind."

"I don't believe you can shoot so accurately. After all, you are not one of those forest elves who never miss a shot."

"Heshia, take your weapons, we will go together." Sura called the girl. In her opinion, Heshia's strength was no less than hers, and she would definitely not be a drag. She also had a 'personality weapon' that could deal with steel machines, so she naturally had to take it with her.

"Okay."

"Her? Are you sure you want to take Heshia with you." Guy couldn't believe it. In his opinion, Heshia was a very good doctor and the new tailor in the settlement. It was a waste to send such a precious person to the battlefield.

"That's not necessarily true." Sura smiled maliciously.

"Anyway, she is lighter and runs faster than me. She will never be a drag. Just wait and see." Sura didn't explain at this time, preparing to give Guy a surprise later.

Marula was asked to seal the cave door, and Tilan also instructed Ores to stay quietly in the room and lock the door. If anyone came in, they should freeze him. Then the three of them prepared some light supplies, and then under Sura's guidance, they set off quickly in the night and headed towards the wilderness.

(End of this chapter)