MTL - Xiling Empire-Chapter 1567 Elf ... lie down?

A slender woman in a black hooded robe fell under the bushes not far away and looked seriously injured. The intermittent cries for help came from that direction.

I did not expect that there were people who did not return in the forest, depending on the situation of the other party ... Is it when the ruins happened?

Celine immediately led the crowd, and then heard her exclaim: "Apprentice priest? What happened to you?"

I hurriedly held the Sandora ball and squeezed into the crowd, only to find that there was a person who fell on the ground: Aoba! It was the elf that I met in the tavern on the first day when I came to town. I still remember her and a muscle demon named Leon ... well, the strong adventurer is a teammate. I did not expect to see each other in this situation.

The elf priest named Aoba is now curled up in Celine's arms. Although she can't see any scars on her body, her pale complexion and twitching lips indicate that the other party is suffering great pain. The elf's ears were abnormally turquoise and white, and this strange color spread from her ears to the neck and lower half of her face, and it seemed to be poisoned. Celine shook Aoba's shoulders hard. She didn't seem to know the alien priestess, but recognized the other party's costume at a glance: "Wake up! Wake up! What happened?"

In Celine's continuous call, Aoba finally recovered her mind slightly. She squinted her eyes to see the surrounding scene, and suddenly grabbed Celine's arm: "Leon ... Leon is trapped in the ancient tower! Go to the rescue! He, he was trapped under the ancient tower! "

"We're going. But first, you need to keep you safe," Celine said quickly. While tearing the sleeves of Qingye hard, we saw how the elf was injured: her arms were red and swollen as if she had been scalded by boiling water, and some parts of her skin even had ulcers and pus, Oops ... it's a third type of curse ... this way you can't treat it, your body is starting to collapse. "

"You don't need to worry about me!" Aoba didn't know where the strength was, and almost pushed Celine away. "To rescue Leon, he is still alive! I know my situation ... I've been forbidden by crystals. Put I stay here, this is the forest ... the mother tree will take me away. "

Aoba's voice became louder, and her breathing became more and more rapid. The abnormal hot flush began to flow onto her cheeks. This was a phenomenon of retrospective reflection. Sandorla and I were ready to help, but the other person mentioned suddenly One word made me stumble. Then couldn't help shouting: "What did you just say? Mother tree !?"

Despite the urgency, Celine gave me a curious glance: "The tree spirit of the elf faith, do you not know Mr. Scholar?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just didn't hear it," I waved quickly. The mind may be just the same name. After all, not only tree elves have mother trees. Almost every world elves will have a similar symbiosis or even worship relationship with a huge plant. There are also many other world elves who call their own elven trees. As a mother tree, I then took a look at Aoba, whose breathing was gradually weakening. "Leave her to me."

"You?" Celine was a little puzzled. "She ... has not been rescued. And it may be contaminated with cursing dust and can't be cured."

"I just stay with her for the last trip," I motioned Sandora to release some mental interference, and said in a deep voice, "you can't stay and take care of one ... Let's take someone to the ruins, and I Follow up later. "

With Sandola's mental interference, Celine did not have too much suspicion about my ambiguous statement, but nodded lightly, and then waved to all the adventurers: "Let's follow! Don't fall behind!"

The squadron quickly disappeared deep into the jungle. I bent down and patted Aoba's face. The latter is now almost unconscious. When someone touches himself, he stumbles nonsense: "We stay in the ruins as required ... guard, to prevent anyone from accidentally breaking in after the gate of the ruins is opened ... A voice came from the ground, Leon entered to check the situation, and then the two buildings next to the tower exploded ... "

It may be that I am Celine, and it looks like she only has her own lover and reports of the ruins at this time.

"It was malignant radiation, and she was in direct contact with strong radioactive material. Fortunately, she was not covered with radioactive dust, otherwise Celine should almost have an attack now," Sandora said as she floated to the chest of green leaves, releasing a touch of gold. Glorious, first protected the other's soul, so that even if the body died immediately, we can easily resurrect this elf, "Send her for treatment first, and then quickly follow up with Celine ... I hope that guys who scratch their heads will know the source of the radiation harm."

A twisted light curtain shrouded, and the next moment we came from a leafy forest to a silver-white alloy cabin. In the cabin, a large number of neatly arranged coffin-like equipment can be seen: here is a certain general of the Empire Integrated medical cabin.

"Carrier-based host, are the medical facilities ready?" I placed Aoba in the air and kept her suspended using an anti-gravity field to prevent secondary injuries to her body, and asked loudly into the air.

The sound of the ship's main engine came from all directions: "The medical warehouse is ready and the auxiliary treatment equipment has arrived."

A small door in the corner of the cabin quietly opened, and an octopus-like self-discipline machine floated in. This little robot just off the production line and belonging to the comprehensive medical system orbited Aoba's "remains" ( The latter has entered a state of false death.) After two rounds, according to the rules, a thorn needle was first inserted into the target body. A dull sound came from the autonomic body: "Check the target life form and reset the medical system parameters ... Check the shipboard matching library first ... Find the matching list, patient race: tree elf, symptoms: severe radiation lesions, organ necrosis, and dying body. The medical warehouse is adjusted to g-r35 mode ... urgent patients! Send for treatment immediately! "

The self-discipline machine suddenly issued a sharp whistling, and then rushed to the nearest medical warehouse with Aoba, while Sandora and I were both on the spot: What did the "octopus" say just now?

The medical warehouse has begun to operate normally, and I reached out to say hello to the self-discipline machine that was preparing to return to Gernaku: "You said the patient was a tree elf?"

"Repeat report: patient race: tree elf. There are subtle genetic mutations, natural mutations suspected of mixed blood results or geographical isolation. This machine is equipped with a logic library and identification module designed by Master Bubble to ensure the correctness of the above conclusions."

Even a self-disciplined machine has the ability to detect and observe colors. This small octopus-like robot found that I had a weird expression and proactively announced my own system-but I certainly didn't doubt its judgment was wrong.

I waved my hand to let the self-discipline machine go back to standby, and I turned to look at the golden light ball beside me: "The situation is getting interesting ... Tree elf."

The tree elves, the last dependents of the old empire, the race that Haran saved by hand, was also the foreign ambassador of the new empire, with a gentle personality. Good at communication, like to travel, have tenacity and outstanding technological talent. In theory, the tree elves in the empire are all survivors of this race after the "day of disaster", but it seems that our information needs to be updated again.

"It seems that the surviving tree elves were not only the ones who ran away with the green star," Sandora is now expressionless as a ball, but I can still imagine that she must now show the signature style of usual days. Looks like. "As far as I know, the tree elves were a single-race civilization in the old empire, but the tree elves on this planet live with other races ... maybe from outsiders."

"Did you escape to this world after escaping from the Empire, then" I was thinking of something else. "In this case ... the universe we live in should not be too far away from the territory of the old empire. It has been discovered so far. Among the 'refugees', the farthest running fleet is the Fifth Fleet of the Exile Fleet. Nearly reaching the communication limit of the world garden, the tree elves should not run farther than the Fifth Fleet. That world ... "

Sandora ordered before I finished speaking, "The ship's host, try to call the deceased garden, and then report the results of the communication."

After a while, the ship's main engine came to report. The result is the same as two days ago: "Communication failed, the signal was severely distorted. The intensity was insufficient to resolve."

"Communication failed-but it didn't seem to be because of distance, at least not just because of distance." Sandora gave me a serious look-I guess her brightness now means dignity.

Aoba ’s condition is worse ... Well, it ’s actually dead, and she died officially one second before being sent to the medical warehouse, so we need some time to wait for her to be resurrected. Naturally, I ca n’t wait by my side during this period, so I should take some action Now: the play time is over.

The word "tree elf" made Sandora and I suddenly turn from the mentality of traveling in the mountains and mountains. We realized that the world may not be just a more remote bird that doesn't **** and communicates with The desolate universe that has nothing to do with the empire, oh, it may be true that birds do not shit, but it can no longer be said that it has nothing to do with the empire. At least we can be sure that a group of families of the old empire fled here. Everything is fine.

At that time, when the tree elves developed to the peak, they had explored almost their entire universe. Although no void technology has been involved, the empire has also made a leap in technology for so many years. Even if they escape to other universes, they also have It is the capital to open up a new world, but this world ... At least the tree elves on this planet obviously don't remember that they had such high-tech technology, or although they remembered that they had these technologies, they gave up on their own initiative, anyway now They live with a group of ancients, and live a pure natural life that basically relies on communication and roaring-where is their technology?

Tree elves have a long life. As long as they can keep up with nutrition and do not commit suicide halfway through, they can live for tens of thousands of years. At that time, the tree elves on Green Star slept all the way to today through collective slumber, but even if they did not sleep, seven Natural aging will not exceed two generations in 80,000 years. What does this mean? This means that the tree elves on the planet in front of us who have fallen down for up to two generations have experienced the old empire! It means that Aoba is likely to know Harlan! It means that if Aoba is a little grandfather, her dad may have experienced the era of great starship in his childhood! Experienced the glorious era of science and technology in the solar system in the solar system!

The older tree elves on this planet must know the reason for the decline of technology. They should have witnessed how the Lost Deity rises ... wait, it is likely that the Lost Deity was founded by them!

"In a multi-ethnic, mixed civilization system that has undergone generations. The longer-lived races are more likely to occupy intellectual heritage, and they can easily establish 'technical control organizations' like Lost Theology. And reach the world "I looked at the medical warehouse that was whispering softly. Sandora thought of going with me." They have an innate advantage: building a religion, even if there are so many people who don't listen to them, it doesn't matter. They just have to wait. Opponents will die from generation to generation. They have thousands of years to slowly reform other races. If there are no longer-lived races on the planet than the tree elves, it is almost certain that the lost deities are these gentle and long Ears are established. But ... this is not the same as the tree elves we remember? They don't seem to be races that do this kind of selfish thing. "

I certainly think so. The tree elves of the empire ... don't say they have such an inexplicable technology to block the organization to rule the world, and the freedom factor in their bones is destined that they will not use the power of the entire family to do such troublesome things, they Likes change, likes to travel, likes everything that can make their lives change quickly and will not be boring. Establishing a global organization like this now to block technology, so that the entire planet ca n’t move forward in the middle of farming society. Even being stuck on a stone planet with a diameter of only six or seven thousand kilometers? They haven't struck themselves alive!

At that time, the group of tree elves on Green Star was because there was no way to travel far and wide, and life was too boring. The whole family went crazy, and finally had to sleep collectively to pass the time by dreaming.

"Assuming the Lost Deities are built by tree spirits, then they certainly are not to satisfy their own expectations, and to be local emperors among a group of primitive people," I said with certainty. "At the same time, it will not be as we guessed, because a high-tech war almost destroyed the world and was frightened from then on, and technology was fearlessly sealed up. Those tree spirits who had experienced the glorious era at that time are likely to still have To this day, they have seen a higher level of the world. Awareness of 'technology' is very high, and they will not take the conservative line of sealing all technology to prevent world war. "

"So they sealed the technology to guard against something more serious ..." Sandola landed gently on a data terminal in the corner. A large amount of golden light extended from her body and connected to the data terminal, "I am releasing more probes and engineering ships, and constructing research stations in the depths of the universe. It will allow the races like the tree elves to decline into this kind of family. It seems that the 'threat' is extremely large, most likely from outside the planet, and we'd better find something in the deep space ... or something outside the universe. But in the end, the success rate is not high. The whole world is shrouded in weird interference. Ordinary Void Detectors have almost blinked after leaving the world barrier. Do you think this interference is related to the Tree Elf Storage Technology? "

I raised an eyebrow: "You mean this interference is not a natural phenomenon, but is left by a hostile race? They killed the Tree Elves' exile fleet that year, and the latter did not dare to develop technology until today, for fear of being killed. Find yourself dead? "

"It's very possible, but I can't explain the significance of this interference. If it is caused by war ... a race capable of isolating the entire universe, it is easy to completely destroy the tree elves," Sandora set up the probe, and fluttered gently. Fly over, "But anyway, our eyes should be broader. The tree elves also came across the void, they should have left more marks."

Thirty minutes ago, we didn't raise the broken thing on this planet to the height of the entire universe, but now the appearance of the "Tree Elf", even Her Majesty, such a thoughtful Queen, has to do it. I made a bold guess, and the reason is nothing more than that: the tree elves, the last family members of the old empire, had almost independently developed the high-tech species of the Void Engine by themselves. The pyramid of mortal civilization has come to the upper level. A handful of people-have seen them before!

Such a group of "experienced" highly intelligent races chose to archive all technologies, and even willingly lived a medieval life with a group of primitive people (this group of primitive people should be the real indigenous people of this planet). The nature of the storage technology is totally different from a group of guys who have been frightened (see our breath) after experiencing a global nuclear war. For example, you also encountered a hometown beer stall on the street beer stall. Fat man, even if the fat man was the richest man at the city level, even if his story twists and turns, it can only be the leisure of a small citizen, but if the fat man wears the same as the Arabs, and it will expire in his pocket Saudi visa comes ... Is there two million words of grievance behind it? Do you dare to believe it?

To us, the tree elf is such a fat man who once used to scold Fang in the Saudi area, but now lives on the streets of Tongxian, borrowing and pouring sorrow ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Sandora and I are eager to know the ups and downs. What happened to the ears-it turned out to be so miserable.

"Before the deep space probe has more information, we had better talk to the tree elf's survivors," Sandora seemed to be looking at Aoba's medical barn. "This little girl is too young, but The elders in her family or in the clan may still be. With the life of the tree elves, even if they do n’t accept the empire's transformation, they can live from the end of the old empire to today. Well, if there is no major problem with the timeline of this world. "

So I left Aoba, who was slowly resurrecting in the medical warehouse, and Sandora and I teleported back to the surface again.

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