Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 629: A distress signal in the wilderness
At night, several people sat in a room in the cave, watching Sura pour black oil on the repaired generator and then start it.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang--"

The first few sounds were a bit unsteady, but they became more coherent after it started running. Bursts of black smoke came out of the chimney, and then the connected light tubes 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 the line.

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

"There's still some noise." Sura thought for a moment, then looked up.

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

"Okay." Guy and the other man said this and walked outside. Tilan and Ores followed behind them with curiosity and excitement.

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

[As night falls...lifting the hem of her black skirt...walking across the land...]
As Sura slowly turned the radio, a clearer voice gradually emerged.

"Are you chanting?" Tilan felt that this passage sounded a bit like a quote from a religious person.

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

After that, Sura debugged it for a while, but unfortunately there was no result.

"This place is still too remote and poor, there's not even any radio waves." Sura was very regretful and disappointed.

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

After listening for a while, Sura lost interest in what was being broadcast on the radio, so he went to do other things.

"If you're tired of hearing this, just turn off the generator and save the oil."

Afterwards, 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 stories on the radio, but as she listened, she felt something strange. The other party on the radio was using a relatively obscure way to describe a method of practicing a secret technique, but this method was very crude.

At this point, Tilan became slightly interested, and listened patiently. Unfortunately, the story only ended halfway through. Judging from the last words, if she wanted to listen more, she would have to wait until the night of three days later.

"It's over." Guy said, then turned off the generator and picked it up. It seemed that he had been guarding nearby, fearing that Tilan would run out of oil or break the thing.

After leaving, Guy put away his things temporarily and went to take up night duty, while Tilan and Orlais went back to sleep.

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

In the next few days, Tilan and Orlais spent a dull time in this settlement. They gradually became familiar with the environment here. Compared with the first few days, Orlais could gradually express herself clearly. Although she had lost many memories, she still had some basic common sense, and occasionally used some 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~" Ores was very happy wearing the new dress Tilan made for her.

The grey linen was cut into a simple short-sleeved style with a slightly nipped waist, showing off Orlais' already good figure. Compared to the overly gorgeous snow-white dress she wore when she first arrived, this one was much more plain and similar to the local style.

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

The grey linen was a little rough, but the skin underneath was exceptionally white and creamy. When tying Orlais's hair, Tilan couldn't help but shake her head slightly. Even with very ordinary clothes, it was still difficult to conceal her excellent foundation.

After all, she is a singer carefully trained by a wealthy elven family and has been loved by all parties since she was a child. It can be said that Orlais has never suffered in the first half of her life. If the Federal Central Council had not been impatient and forced Orlais to go to the battlefield, she would probably have lived a very happy life. Such a beautiful environment also makes her character very simple. She is 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 Ores play by herself. She preferred to look around, touch the stones and plants here, and found everything new to her.

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

"what's up?"

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

"Ok."

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

After Sura went in, he first lit the brazier beside him, moved it to the bedside, and then waved to Tilan, asking her to come over.

On the four-meter-long bed, a figure that looked like a moose but also like a human was lying on a pile of straw. He was emitting a strange smell, after all, he hadn't taken a shower 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, glancing at the other person to observe the general situation.

Herbal medicine is still applied on the wounds. Some of them have already scarred, but some are still festering and swollen. The situation does not 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 entire waist in his palm.

However, the hand was only half raised and fell down weakly.

"Sorry, I can only say thank you at this moment."

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

The moose didn't listen. He still kept his eyes open and looked at the ceiling, as if he was thinking about something. Then he 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 slow to react.

"Yes, no matter what, he saved my life and yours. Now the settlement has no fighting power, and keeping the sword is useless."

"Okay, but I have to remind you that the sword is a bit 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, still covered in dirt and stains, brought an iron box over. Tilan made way for Sura with a puzzled look, and let Sura put the iron box on the table beside the bed. Then she pried open the lid with a tool with some effort, revealing a broken red sword tied inside the box.

One-third of the tip of the blade was broken off, leaving only the lower half and the hilt. Although it didn't look wide or thick, seeing how Sura was struggling, the sword was not light at all.

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

As he spoke, Sura handed the broken sword to Tilan. The blade was a dull red color 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. It is a sharp weapon that can only be used by high-level emerging races." Sura told Tilan.

"It has a special resonance device built in. When you input magic power into it, it's like having an extra small supernatural core that can communicate with your mind."

"Once it remembers your magic fluctuations, it will convert the magic to become consistent with yours. At the same time, it can activate 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 snatched away and used by others on the battlefield, after the previous owner inputs magic power, it takes 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, I can't use such a weapon to my full potential, otherwise I would definitely not leave it to you." Sura muttered to himself, seeming reluctant to part with it.

"Such a treasure?" Tilan took it 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 principles of such weapons were similar to those of mechas, but the size and structure of the two were very different.

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

"Ok."

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

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

When reaching a critical point, as if turning on a switch, a stone-cold and strange feeling came from the sword, as if calling himself.

"It's beginning to seek spiritual resonance. Heshia closes her eyes to sense and adjust her own consciousness, adapt to it, and then assimilate it." Sura commanded from the side.

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

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

This feeling became more and more familiar, and Tilan discovered that in the end it was exactly the same as driving a mecha, except that the latter was more difficult and the magic furnace core that came with it was more advanced and powerful.

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

Holding the sword, the girl chopped up. Although it was strenuous at the beginning, as the blade glowed with a faint red light, it slowly cut through the entire stone like cutting rubber.

"Wow~" Looking at this scene, Sura couldn't help but whistle in surprise.

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

"This kind of 'personality weapon', which is a weapon that requires consciousness resonance to activate, is very powerful. It is said that the establishment of the Ford Alliance was the result of the gathering of the leaders of the thirteen strongholds. Each of them held a 'personality weapon' and united to eliminate the local war machines, thus creating a stable situation."

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

"I don't know who created it, but it should be created by a certain holy sun for his followers, because this kind of weapon requires a 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."

"I see..." Tilan thought about the Federation's mecha piloting. It seemed that the minimum sequence was 5 in order to resonate with the magic furnace and then establish a mental connection. 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 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 sounding repeatedly.

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

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

"Bearing, 12° east, 36° north..." she muttered, then stood up.

"The other side has encountered a war machine. We have to rush over." She suddenly read out the situation.

"Should we rescue them at this time?" Guy was somewhat resistant. Marula, who was leaning against the mountain wall, was half asleep and half awake. After hearing this, she just opened her eyes but did not speak.

"Of course we have to go. The location he mentioned is only a few kilometers away from us. It's so close. If we don't go and take a look, 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.

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

"Can your bow penetrate steel?" Sulla expressed doubt.

"It's better to have it than nothing. If all else fails, destroying the detectors will also 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'll 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 the 'personality weapon' that could deal with steel machinery, so naturally she had to take it with her.

"Ok."

"Her? Are you sure you want to take Heshia with you?" Guy was incredulous. 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 won't fall behind at all. Just watch." Sura didn't explain at this time and prepared 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.

(End of this chapter)