Ermu
Chapter 730: News from the Mountains
“This is… your ability?” Wendy took a while to react.
“She can’t hear you,” Annie said. “Once transformed into a weapon, the Broken Sword loses the ability to communicate with the outside world. Only when you hold her can she perceive the world through your senses.”
So that’s how it is? Wendy hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently grasping the hilt. In an instant, her mind felt like it had gained an extra consciousness. The blade became one with her, as if it were part of her body. Not only that, Wendy also felt that her sight and hearing had become much sharper, and she was filled with power.
“This is…”
“Symbiosis.” The Broken Sword’s voice echoed in her mind. “When you pick me up, everything I have will be added to you.” As she said this, her voice seemed to reveal a trace of regret, “Unfortunately, I haven’t been very strong since I was little, and my strength is limited. Even if I overlap with you, I won’t be able to help much.”
So, the reason she felt so full of power was because she had inherited the Broken Sword’s ability.
Wendy raised the weapon and examined it carefully. The hilt felt warm and soft, like a living thing. The shape of the blade was a bit strange. It was only about an arm’s length long, and as thin as a finger. It was flat in the front and round in the back. Instead of looking like a sword, it looked more like an enlarged needle. If you looked closely, you could see fine lines arranged on the sword body, as if it were tied together by countless silver threads.
Wendy couldn’t help but think of the Broken Sword’s striking silver hair.
“How long can you maintain this form?”
“If I don’t change repeatedly, I can continue indefinitely.”
It’s like Maggie, she thought. Only the moment of transformation consumes a lot of magic power.
“Maggie? Are you talking about that huge pigeon?”
Wendy was stunned for a moment before realizing that as long as she was close to the Broken Sword, the other party could see the thoughts in her mind. This made her a little flustered, because there were some things she didn’t want anyone to know.
“Your mood is fluctuating… what is this, a bandage?”
“It’s nothing,” Wendy quickly inserted the blade back into the ground and looked at Annie. “Ahem, can anyone be one with the Broken Sword?”
“Theoretically, as long as she is willing to accept, ordinary people can also get her power,” Annie nodded. “But in that state, she is just an extra hard weapon. Only when held by a witch can she exert her true strength.”
“A witch… hand?”
“Yes,” Annie seemed to see something and said calmly, “Also, having a telepathic connection is not the same as peeking into consciousness. As long as you don’t focus on the current thought, the Broken Sword won’t be able to detect your emotions.”
“I understand,” Wendy calmed down and grasped the hilt again.
“Did I say something wrong just now? I’m… sorry, I won’t ask such questions casually again,” the Broken Sword’s urgent voice immediately appeared in her mind.
“No, it’s nothing…” She suddenly thought of a question, “If I suddenly put you down, what kind of scene would you see?”
“It would become pitch black, with no sound or touch, like floating in nothingness.”
Sure enough, this kind of experience of instantly losing all senses must not be pleasant. Thinking of this, Wendy said as softly as possible, “I should be the one apologizing… Don’t worry, I won’t throw you down again.”
The Broken Sword seemed a little surprised, and after a while, she whispered, “Mm.”
“By the way, Annie said that only a witch can exert your true strength?”
“That’s right. If I fight in weapon form alone, I will be injured if I bump into things too much. But witches can inject magic power to increase the sharpness and attack range of the blade, and even injure enemies without touching them.”
Wendy followed her words and input magic power into the Broken Sword. The silver blade was immediately covered with a layer of hazy white light, like a constantly flowing mist. At the same time, she felt her magic power level was rapidly decreasing. Obviously, this state could not be maintained for too long.
At the urging of the Broken Sword, Wendy quickly swung the long sword at a branch of an olive tree. A sharp and unmatched stream of air poured in from the tip of the sword, instantly cutting the branch into two pieces.
“This is… wind?” she asked in surprise.
“The injected magic power will reflect the power of the wielder to a certain extent. So you are a combat witch,” the Broken Sword was slightly surprised. “If it were Annie, she wouldn’t be able to let her ability leave the blade.”
“So that’s how it is,” Wendy couldn’t help but think of Anna’s Blackfire. If she used her magic power for a full blow, what would the scene be like? Perhaps even the Divine Intent Imprint that triggered the thunder would not be much worse in terms of momentum. However, Anna is always one of the most critical witches in the alliance, and she is His Majesty’s beloved, so there is basically no possibility of her going to the battlefield in person.
As for the other combat witches… she thought for a long time but couldn’t come up with a suitable candidate, so she simply drew a circle behind the Broken Sword’s name. It was up to His Majesty to decide who should cooperate with the Broken Sword’s ability.
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When the high-pitched and melodious whistle came from the direction of the pier, Roland put down the quill pen in his hand and couldn’t help but stretch.
One long and two short, resonating throughout the shipyard, this was the signal for the army to prepare for departure.
After completing the combat preparations, the First Army expedition team took only an afternoon to board the ships. The first batch of cement ships carrying soldiers will officially set sail from Neverwinter, heading to Dragonfall Ridge, with this whistle.
After that, many more ships will take on the task of transporting ammunition and supplies, until the new and old soldiers complete their assembly at Dragonfall Ridge, and then the battle to recover the Southernmost Region will officially begin.
However, he had finally taken this step.
Roland glanced at the dense drawings on the table, which were the design drawings of the internal combustion engine. As the second-generation power machine that completely replaced the steam engine, its importance to industry was self-evident, and it even changed the course of world history to a certain extent. From the initial piston engine and gas turbine to the jet engine later, it almost carried most of the industrial power until the advent of the electric motor, which shook its invincible dominance.
There is no doubt that as one of the most important mechanical categories in history, it will shine new light in Neverwinter. The black water in the Southernmost Region is a crucial part of this plan. If fuel can be extracted from it, the subsequent development will naturally be a matter of course. If not, he can only consider using alcohol as fuel. Even if the technology works, the scale will definitely be limited.
At this moment, Agatha suddenly knocked on the door and entered the room.
“Your Majesty, there is news from the Taqila witches.”
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