Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

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

“Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang—”

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

"Not bad, now let's try the radio." Sula patted the rust and oil on his hands, then lifted the radio over and connected it to the line.

A sizzling noise began to sound, but Sula skillfully turned the knob on the radio and gradually adjusted the frequency band, and a regular sound slowly began to appear.

"There is still some noise." Sura thought for a moment, then raised his head.

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

"Okay." Guy said and the two of them mentioned it and walked outside. At this moment, Tilan and Olesi also followed behind full of curiosity and freshness.

After arriving in the open space outside the cave, the sound was indeed much clearer, and one could even tell it was a piece of music.

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

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

"Is this what you are reading?" Tilan felt that these words were a bit like the sayings of religious people.

"I guess the group of wolfbloods in the wilderness to the west are promoting their beliefs again, but I didn't expect that they actually have a radio station." Sula said that the wolfbloods' stronghold is about 200 miles to the west, close to a big river, where food is available There are plenty of them, but of course the competition is fierce.

Afterwards, Sulla debugged it for a while, but unfortunately there was no gain.

"It's still too remote and poor here, and there's not even a radio wave." Sura was very regretful and disappointed.

"In Ford City, where I lived when I was a child, you could hear twenty or thirty radio stations every day."

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

"If you get tired of hearing this, turn off the generator and save some oil."

After that, Guy and Tilan were left at the entrance of the cave, guarding the radio that was still playing the voice.

At first, Tilan didn't quite understand the strange quotations and allusions on the radio, but after hearing it, she vaguely felt something strange, that is, the other party was talking about a secret practice method in a relatively obscure way on the radio. , but this method is very rough.

At this moment, Tilan became slightly interested and listened patiently. Unfortunately, it was only halfway through and ended. Judging from the final words, if she still wanted to listen, she would have to wait until three nights later.

"It's over." Guy said, then turned off the generator, and then lifted it up. It seemed that he had been staying nearby because he was afraid that Tilan would run out of oil or damage the thing.

After leaving, Guy put away his things temporarily, and then went to watch the night, while Tilan and Oles went back to sleep.

The nights here are very boring. There are no bright lights and no entertainment facilities. When it gets dark, you can basically just sleep.

In the next few days, Tilan and Olesi spent an ordinary time in this settlement. The two gradually became familiar with the environment here. Compared with the first few days, Olesi gradually became able to express herself more clearly. Although she was no longer A lot of memories, but some basic common sense is still there, and occasionally I use a few familiar skills, such as freezing water into large ice cubes, making ice mirrors to take pictures of myself, and so on.

"The clothes are beautiful, I like Tilan~" Orelai was very happy wearing the new dress Tilan made for her.

The gray linen is cut into a simple short-sleeved style, and the waist is slightly gathered, revealing Ores' already good figure. Compared to the overly gorgeous snow-white dress when she first came here, this one is much more simple and similar to the local style.

"Come here, your hair can be tied up." Tilan waved to Olesi who was spinning in circles on the grass, then asked her to sit in front of her, and tied her hair up with a newly made hair tie. The color and style were the same as those of Olesi. Dress consistently.

The gray linen was slightly rough, but the skin exposed under the fabric was particularly white and greasy. When tying Ores's hair, Tilan couldn't help but shake her head slightly. Even with very ordinary clothes, it was still difficult to cover up the other's excellent beauty. foundation.

After all, she is a singer carefully cultivated by a wealthy elf family. She has been favored by all parties since she was a child. It can be said that Orlaise has never suffered hardship in the first half of her life. If the Federal Central Council had not been anxious and forced Orlaix to go to the battlefield, she would probably have spent a lot of time. A happy life, and such a beautiful environment also makes her character very simple, a little proud, but not very calculating, because whatever she wants, she can get it directly without any calculation.

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

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

"What's up?"

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

"OK."

Tilan simply tidied up and stood up, and followed Sura to the depths of the cave. There was a large tunnel leading underground, and then there was a very high room on one side, with several pieces of fluorite inserted into it. A weak light source.

After Sula went in, she lit the brazier on the side and moved it to the bed, 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 party to observe the general situation.

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

"Thank you for saving me." When he said this, he wanted to raise a hand. With those thick fingers, Tilan felt that he could hold his 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 heal your injuries first." Tilan comforted the other party.

The moose didn't listen, still opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, seemed to be thinking about something, and then waved to let Sura 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 little confusion and let Sura put the iron box on the table beside the bed. Then she pried open the lid of the box with a little effort, revealing a red broken sword tied in 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, judging from Sura's slightly strenuous appearance, 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 one, 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 in tune 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 will take 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 very reluctant.

"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 commanded 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 showed the same faint light. Slowly, the perception connection between people and swords extended, as if the sword became a part of the body. If she scratched the stone with the blade, she could also feel the pits and roughness on the surface of the stone.

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 attached magic furnace core 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 back the sword.

"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 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 the 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 its followers, because such weapons require strong spiritual resonance perception to use, and only the new race can do this. As for the old humans who were eliminated, they can only watch."

"Is that so..." Tilan recalled the Federation's mecha driving. 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 weapons.

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

———

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 tool 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, while 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 it than not. If it doesn't work, we can destroy the detector 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 can hit the target every time."

"Heshia, take your weapons, let's go together." Sura called the girl. In her opinion, Heshia's strength is no less than hers, and she will definitely not be a drag. Now there is also a "personality weapon" that can deal with steel machinery, so she should take it.

"Okay."

"Her? Are you sure you want to take Heshia with you." Guy was unbelievable. In his opinion, Heshia was a very good doctor and a 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 gave instructions to Ores, asking her to stay quietly in the room and lock the door. If anyone came in, he should be frozen. 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.