Chapter 1,567 Elf... Damn It?

A slender woman wearing a black hooded robe fell under a bush not far away. She seemed to be seriously injured. The intermittent calls for help came from that direction.

I didn't expect that there was someone who hadn't come back in the forest. Judging from the other person's condition...could he have been there when something happened to the ruins?

Celine immediately led everyone over, and then she heard her exclaim: "Trainee priest? What happened to you?"

I quickly squeezed into the crowd with the sandora ball in my arms, only to find that the person lying on the ground was someone I had met once before: Qingye! It was the elf I met in the tavern on the first day I came to town. I still remember that she was teammates with a muscular demon named Leon...well, a muscular adventurer. I didn't expect to see each other again under such circumstances.

The elf priest named Qingye is curled up in Celine's arms at the moment. Although there are no scars on her body, her pale face and twitching lips indicate that she is suffering from great pain. Those long pointed fingers The elf's ears were an abnormal bluish-white color. This strange color spread from her ears to her neck and the lower half of her face, making it look like she was poisoned. Celine shook Qingye's shoulders vigorously. She didn't seem to recognize this foreign priestess, but she recognized her dress at a glance: "Wake up! Wake up! What happened?"

Amid Celine's continuous calls, Qingye finally regained her consciousness. She squinted her eyes to see the surrounding scene, and suddenly grabbed Celine's arm: "Leon...Leon is trapped in the ancient tower! Go and save him." He, he is trapped underground in the ancient tower!"

"We're going. But first we need to keep you safe," Celine said quickly. While tearing open Qingye's sleeves, we saw the injuries suffered by this elf: her arms were as red and swollen as if they had been scalded by boiling water, and part of the skin had even ulcerated and pus-filled, " Oops...it's the third type of curse...there's no way to cure it, your body has already begun to break down."

"Don't worry about me!" Qingye didn't know where the strength came from, and he almost pushed Celine away, "Go and save Leon, he is still alive! I know my situation... I was irradiated by the forbidden crystal. I stay here, this is the forest...the mother tree will take me away."

Qingye's voice became louder and louder, her breathing became faster and faster, and an abnormal flush began to flood her cheeks. This was a flashback phenomenon. Sandora and I were ready to help, but the other party suddenly mentioned A word that made me stunned for a moment. Then he couldn't help shouting: "What did you just say? Mother tree!?"

Despite the emergency, Celine still had time to look at me curiously: "The tree spirit that elves believe in, Mr. Scholar, don't you know?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just didn't hear it clearly," I waved my hand quickly. I think it may just be the same name. After all, not only tree elves have mother trees, but elves in almost every world will establish a similar symbiosis or even worship relationship with a giant plant. There are also many elves from other worlds who call their own elf trees As a mother tree, I then glanced at Aoba, whose breathing was gradually weakening. "Leave her to me."

"You?" Celine was a little confused, "She is... hopeless. And she may be contaminated with cursed dust, which cannot be cured."

"I just stay with her for the last journey," I signaled Sandora to release some mental interference, and said in a deep voice, "You can't stay to take care of someone..., right, take people to the ruins quickly, I I’ll follow you later.”

Under Sandora's mental intervention, Celine did not have too much suspicion about my vague statement, but nodded readily, and then waved her hand to all the adventurers: "Everyone, follow up! Don't fall behind!"

The large group of people quickly disappeared deep into the jungle. I bent down and patted Aoba's face. The latter was almost unconscious now. When he felt someone touching him, he started talking nonsense: "We stay in the ruins according to regulations. ...guard to prevent anyone from accidentally breaking in after the gate to the ruins is opened... There was a sound coming from the underground, Leon went in to check the situation, and then the two buildings next to the tower exploded..."

Maybe she mistook me for Celine, and it seemed like all she could think about at this time was her lover and reporting on the ruins.

"It's malignant radiation. She came into direct contact with strong radioactive substances. Fortunately, there was no radioactive dust on her body, otherwise Celine would have had an attack by now," Sandora said as she floated to Qingye's chest and released a faint golden glow. Glory, first protected the soul of the opponent, so that even if the body dies immediately, we can easily resurrect the elf. "Send her to treatment first, and then quickly follow Celine... I hope those stupid guys know the source of radioactivity." harm."

A curtain of distorted light enveloped us, and in the next moment we came from the leafy forest to a silver-white alloy cabin. A large number of neatly arranged coffin-like equipment could be seen in the cabin: this is a certain cabin of the Imperial Admiral. A comprehensive medical cabin.

"Ship-based host, are the medical facilities ready?" I laid Qingye flat in the air, used an anti-gravity field to keep her suspended in the air to prevent her body from suffering secondary damage, and asked loudly into the air.

The voice of the shipboard host came from all directions: "The medical cabin is ready, and the auxiliary treatment equipment has arrived."

A small door in the corner of the cabin slid open silently, and an octopus-like autonomous machine floated in. This small robot that had just come off the production line and belonged to the comprehensive medical system circled Aoba's "remains" ( The latter had already entered a state of suspended animation) turned twice, and then first pierced the target's body with a needle according to the procedures. A dull and monotonous voice came from the autonomous machine: "Check the target's life form, reset the medical system parameters... Prioritize checking the shipboard matching database... Found a matching list, patient race: tree elf, symptoms: severe radiation lesions, organ necrosis, body on the verge of death. The medical warehouse is adjusted to g-r35 mode... emergency patient! Send for treatment immediately!"

The autonomous machine suddenly let out a sharp roar, and then rushed to the nearest medical warehouse with Qingye. Sandora and I were both stunned on the spot: What did that "Octopus" say just now?

The medical warehouse has started to operate normally. I reached out to call the autonomous machine that was about to return to Gnaku: "Did you just say that the patient is a tree elf?"

"Repeat report: Patient race: Tree Elf. There are subtle genetic mutations, suspected to be the result of mixed blood or natural mutations caused by geographical isolation. This machine is equipped with a logic library and identification module designed by Mr. Bubble, which can ensure the correctness of the above conclusion."

Even an autonomous machine has the ability to observe words and emotions. This little octopus-like robot noticed that I had a weird expression and took the initiative to announce its own system - but of course I didn't doubt that there was anything wrong with its judgment.

I waved my hand to let the autonomous machine go back to standby. I turned to look at the golden ball of light beside me: "The situation is starting to get interesting...tree elf."

The tree elves are the last family members of the old empire. They are the race that Harlan saved easily. They are also the foreign ambassadors of the new empire, with a gentle personality. They are good at communication, like to travel far, have a tough character, and have outstanding technological talents. In theory, the tree elves in the empire are all the 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 the only ones who escaped with the Green Star." Sandora is now expressionless as a ball, but I can still imagine that she must have shown her usual signature expression at this moment. Looking interested. "According to me, the tree elves were a single-race civilization in the old empire, but the tree elves on this planet live together with other races... maybe they are outsiders."

"Did you end up living in this world after escaping from the Empire?" I was thinking about other things. "In this case... the universe we are in should not be too far away from the territory of the old Empire. What has been discovered so far Among the 'refugees', the one that has run the farthest is the Fifth Fleet of the Exile Fleet. It has almost reached the communication limit of the Garden of Death, and the tree elves should not run further than the Fifth Fleet. Then this world..."

Sandora didn't wait for me to finish speaking and immediately ordered: "Shipboard host, try to call the Garden of Death, and then report the communication results."

A moment later, a report came from the shipboard host. The result was the same as two days ago: "Communication failed and the signal was severely distorted. The strength was insufficient and could not be analyzed."

"Communication failed - but it seems not because of the distance, at least not only because of the distance." Sandora gave me a solemn look - I guess her current brightness means solemnity.

Aoba's condition is relatively bad...well, she actually died. She officially died one second before being sent to the medical bay, so we need some time to wait for her to resurrect. During this period, naturally we can't just wait around, we should take some action. It’s time: Play time is over.

The three words "tree elf" made Shandora and I suddenly turn around from the mentality of traveling around the mountains and rivers at the beginning. We realized that this world may not be just a relatively remote place as we imagined at the beginning. The desolate universe that has nothing to do with the Empire, oh, it may be true, but it cannot be said to have nothing to do with the Empire from now on. At least we can be sure that a group of dependents of the old Empire have fled here. According to experience, those who are related to the old Empire Nothing good comes of it.

When the tree elves reached their peak, they had explored almost the entire universe. Although void technology had not yet been involved, they had made great technological leaps in the past few years with the support of the empire. Even if they fled to other universes, they would still have it at hand. They have 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 have such sophisticated technology, or even though they remember that they have these technologies, they give up on their own initiative. In short, now They live together with a group of ancient people, living a purely natural life where they basically rely on walking and shouting to communicate when going out - where has their technology gone?

Tree elves have a long lifespan. As long as they keep up with nutrition and don't commit suicide midway, they can basically live for tens of thousands of years. The tree elves on Green Star slept collectively until today, but even if they don't sleep, seven In 80,000 years, natural aging will not exceed two generations. What does this mean? This means that the tree elves on the planet in front of us are those who have experienced the old empire for at most two generations! This means that Qingye’s grandfather probably knows Harlan! This means that if Aoba's grandfather had been more unrestrained, her father might have experienced the age of interstellar navigation in his childhood! We have experienced the glorious age of science and technology when every household had a spaceship and the solar system was considered a suburb!

The older generation of tree elves on this planet must know the reasons for the decline of technology. They should have witnessed the rise of the Lost God Cult with their own eyes... Wait, it is very likely that they founded the Lost God Cult!

"In a multi-racial mixed civilization system where epochs have occurred. The longer the lifespan of the race, the more likely it is to occupy the intellectual heritage, and they can easily establish a 'technical control organization' like the Lost God Religion. And achieve control over the entire world Spiritual rule." Looking at the medical warehouse that was beeping softly, Sandora thought with me, "They have an innate advantage: to establish a religion, it doesn't matter how many people don't listen to them, they just need to wait. Opponents can just die of old age generation after generation. They have thousands of years to slowly transform other races. If there is no race on this planet that lives longer than the tree elves, then it is almost certain that the Lost God Cult is these gentle elders. The ears are built up. But...this is not the same as the tree elves in our impression? They don't seem to be a race that would do such selfish things."

Of course I think so too. Those tree elves in the empire... let alone forming such an inexplicable technological blockade organization to rule the world, the freedom factor in their bones is destined that they will not use the strength of their entire clan to do such a thankless task. They like change, like traveling, and anything that can make their lives change rapidly and not be boring. They establish a global organization like now to block technology, so that the entire planet cannot move forward in the middle stage of agrarian society. Even he is firmly trapped on a stone planet with a diameter of only six or seven thousand kilometers? They haven't suffocated themselves to death yet!

The tree elves on Green Star were unable to travel far and develop, and their lives were so boring that they almost went crazy. In the end, they had to sleep together and pass the time by dreaming.

"Assuming that the Lost God Cult was built by the tree elves, then they definitely did not want to satisfy their own desires and act as emperors among a group of primitive people," I said with certainty. "At the same time, it will not be like what we have guessed. Because a high-tech war almost destroyed the world, they were scared out of their wits and sealed up the technology like snakes and scorpions. Those tree elves who experienced the glorious era in those days are probably still there. Those who are alive today have seen the world at a higher level. They have a high awareness of 'technology' and will not take the initiative to follow the conservative route of sealing up all technology to prevent a world war."

"So they sealed the technology to prevent something more serious..." The Sandora ball landed lightly on a data terminal in the corner. A large amount of golden light extended from her body and was connected to the data terminal. "I am releasing more probes and engineering ships to build research stations in the depths of the universe. It can make a race with a 'family' like the tree elves decline like this." , it seems that the scale of the 'threat' is very large, and it is very likely to come from outside this planet. We'd better find something in deep space... or find something outside the universe. But in the end, the success rate is not high. , the whole world was shrouded in weird interference. Ordinary void probes almost disappeared in the blink of an eye after leaving the world barrier. Jun, do you think this interference is related to the tree elf sealing technology? "

I raised my eyebrows: "Are you saying that this interference is not a natural phenomenon, but is left by a hostile race? They killed the exile fleet of the tree elves back then, and even today the latter dare not develop technology for fear of being killed by their enemies. Did you find that you are not dead yet?"

"It's very possible, but I can't explain the significance of this interference. If it is caused by war... a race that has the ability to isolate the entire universe would easily wipe out the tree elves completely," Sandora set up the probe and said lightly He flew over and said, "But no matter what, we should focus on a wider area. The tree elves come across the void anyway, and they should leave traces in more places."

Thirty minutes ago, we didn't raise the trivial things that happened on this planet to the level of the entire universe, but now that the "Tree Elf" appears, even Her Majesty the Queen, who is as thoughtful as Sandora, has to do something I have made a bold guess, and the reason is nothing more than one thing: the tree elves, the last family members of the old empire, once almost independently developed a high-tech species of void engine, and have already reached the upper level of the pyramid of mortal civilization. A group of people - all of whom have eaten and met before!

Such a group of "experienced" highly intelligent races chose to seal up all technology, and even willingly lived a medieval life with a group of primitive people (this group of primitive people should be the real natives of this planet). The nature of the storage technology is completely different from that of a bunch of guys who are scared out of their wits after just experiencing a global nuclear war (look at our tone). For example, you can meet a man of modest means at a street beer stall to drink away his sorrows. It would have been fine if this fat man had been the richest man in the city back then. No matter how tortuous his story was, it could only be talked about by ordinary people in their spare time. But if this down-and-out fat man dressed like an Arab and conveniently picked up an expired card from his pocket I got a Saudi visa... Can you believe that there are not two million words of love and resentment behind this?

To us, the tree elf is such a fat man who once denounced Fang Qiu in Saudi Arabia but now lives on the streets of Tong County drinking to drown his sorrows. Sandora and I are eager to know what happened to these long-eared people who have experienced ups and downs. —It turned out to be so miserable.

"Before the deep space probe gets more information, we'd better have a good talk with the remnants of the tree elves," Sandora seemed to be looking at the medical bay where Qingye was lying, "This little girl is too young, but The elders in her family or clan may still be there. With the lifespan of the tree elves, even if they don't accept the transformation of the empire, they can still survive from the end of the old empire to today. Well, if there are no big problems in the timeline of this world. "

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

ps: ps. I heard today that an online theft gang called the "Dawn Update Group" is running around committing crimes. This gang steals or robs authors' manuscripts and distributes them arbitrarily. In serious cases, they even openly rob the gathering places of bar friends. It's cute at the moment. The Warship Girl Tieba has been severely violated by this vicious criminal gang. The criminal suspects stole the management rights of the book Tieba when they failed to rob the manuscript of 883. As a legal citizen, I speak lightly, but I just want to ask - you as a Why are pickpocket groups and mobile robbery gangs so high-profile? How can it be embarrassing for your colleagues who are smaller than you at the train station but are chained to the radiator of the police station all day long?