Chapter 1343： Plants vs. Plants

In the small garden covered by countless small white flowers, an invisible wind circled the round table in the center of the garden twice, but this is not the "environmental parameter" simulated by the neural network. In essence, it is a giant tree scaled by Thorin. A space created by the huge nerve node itself is attached to the network in the form of an independent visitor area, and the wind blowing through this sea of ​​flowers is essentially the "thinking" of the giant tree of Thorin.

After a few seconds, the wind slowly subsided, and Bertila also ended the information exchange with her distal limbs. While stirring the steaming tea in her hands, she looked up at Gawain: "Yes, I can be clear. Perceiving Bertram’s signal response, he brought a group of deformed freaks around the front line, and he was always around my distal root system..."

Having said that, she paused again, squinting her eyes slightly as if she was carefully sensing the signal from a distance, and then said: "I can feel... he is leading his team to dig in the dirt. The fully grown fringe roots put targeted toxins and inhibitors in the groundwater body, and guided the dark root network in the wasteland area to fight my spread... Now he should have become the main commander of the immune barrier of the wasteland , His intervention... is very effective."

Bertila squinted her eyes. She didn't like to praise her enemy, but perceiving Bertram's confrontation with herself, she had to use the words "very effective" to evaluate the opponent's achievements.

"I thought it would be impossible for him to return to the frontline after such a failure. I didn't expect that not only did he come back, but he was also entrusted with a heavy responsibility." Hearing Bertila's words, Gawain couldn't help but frown, "Look. It looks like the "Dark Master" named Borken is not as mean and irritable as you say, he is harsh and widowed. At least he knows how to use a capable loser."

"It may also be that the number of followers around him is limited, and he can't tolerate waste at will," Bertila commented calmly. "Anyway, Bertram's appearance really gave me a'surprise'. Unexpectedly, he still has this ability... It seems that the failure last time gave him enough excitement, making him desperately trying to wash away this shame, and..."

Her expression became a little weird, and the corners of her mouth trembled and continued: "And it seems that he made good use of the last'lessons'. I tried to use mental parasitic methods to dig out information about the wasteland from his mind. This kind of attack actually established the connection in reverse, and now he is leading the team to intercept my remote root system, and the accuracy and efficiency of each action is significantly higher than other dark priests."

"...The predator overcomes the fear instinct at the psychological level, and in turn uses his own fear of natural enemies to actively search for the location of natural enemies..." Gao Wen thoughtfully, "This sounds like a'talent', what do you plan to do? Dealing with such a comeback opponent?"

"To deal with? For predators, the word'food' is not necessary to deal with," Bertila said with undisguised contempt, but she obviously didn't really despise the other party to the point where she didn't even plan. "Please rest assured, I have prepared the best trap for him and his monster minions. Since he is so interested in the secrets buried deep underground, let him come."

The master of the Thorin tree smiled, planning the next beautiful predation activity like an experienced predator, and then she gracefully picked up the steaming teacup and lifted it above her head gracefully. Pour hot tea on his head.

Gao Wen watched this scene with a dazed expression, without even realizing what was happening, then he watched the woman in green dress in front of him suddenly threw the teacup, "Shu" suddenly bounced off the chair, feeling embarrassed. Unbearably grabbing his hair while exclaiming: "Hot, hot..."

At this time, Gao Wen reacted and reminded him on the other side after a few beats: "You are in the neural network...our tea is generally used for drinking..."

"I'm used to watering..." Bertila stood in the flower field with his wet hair and looked up at Gawain. As his figure faded quickly, he said quickly, "I'll go back and continue to plan for advancement!"

In the next second, her figure had completely disappeared in front of Gawain, leaving only the empty white flower field and the round table and stool in the center of the flower field. Gawain stood by the table and stared at the direction of Berthila's disappearance for a moment. Only a few images from the memories slowly emerged from the depths of memory. For a long time, he smiled with a complicated expression and shook his head: "It's really an expression I haven't seen in 700 years..."

When the voice fell, his figure disappeared in the flower field, and this "hanging" space specially constructed by the nerve nodes of the giant Thorin tree was plunged into darkness in the neural network.

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Deep in the canopy of the giant tree of Thorin, in the "main consciousness cavity" formed by a large number of wooden structures interlaced with countless vines and leaves, a special type of immersion cabin is quietly operating near the central platform, but its cockpit cover remains In the open state, there is no one inside the cabin, only a large number of nerve fibers that look like fine vines grow from the nearby "floor" and "walls" and grow and cluster around, spreading all the way into the cockpit, using their ends. The suction cup structure is attached to the metal contacts on the seat back.

Suddenly, the nerve fibers entangled and attached to the cockpit twitched, and then quickly separated from the various contacts. In the blink of an eye, they retreated to the shadow of the nearby wooden structure. On the nearby central platform, a The Tuanhua vine wriggled away from the surroundings, and from it emerged Bertila's mimicry avatar. This mimicry avatar blinked after breaking away from the link, seeming to be adapting to the sensory changes from the virtual world to the real world. Completely regain consciousness.

She raised her hand and touched the dry and rough "hair" on the top of her head. The face lacking expression change seemed to be a little frustrated. From the chamber, she muttered, "It's so stupid, I'm so frustrated." So stupid..."

After a while, the frustrated muttering turned into a cold muttering to himself: "This embarrassment should be paid for by Bertram..."

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Bertram suddenly fought a cold war. Although there was no cold wind blowing across the wasteland at this moment, his body, which had been mutated for many years, was not so sensitive to changes in the outside world. But at this time, he still felt a real sense. The "cold" plunged into his own spirit like cold water flowing through his mouth and nose, and this chill made him fully alert for an instant.

This is not an illusion. After many days of activities on the edge of this wilderness, he has already accumulated valuable experience in this area. This chill of the soul is real. It is the sequelae of mental attacks, and it is also his own ability. After committing a series of terrible mistakes, you can still return here and get reused "reliance": this is the mental perception between the predator and the prey.

Unfortunately, he is in the position of prey, and every time this chill hits, it means that the terrifying "predator" who has been alienated to the point of completely out of common sense is sending out a strong hostility towards him, meaning The fangs and claws of the predator are moving in a very dangerous distance nearby.

But Bertram has become accustomed to this. Anyway, it is not a day or two for that crazy "saint" to radiate such hostility and "appetite" to him, and in so many days, under such "hostility". Sabotage is his most important work content.

"I felt it," Bertram calmed down quickly, his branches trembling in the wasteland of winter, and many leaves pointed to the same position, "A big nerve cluster, a very strong thought pulse... the direction of the east. , Shortly after the signal appeared, there should be an unformed root system there, act now!"

Behind Bertram, several twisted treants of various shapes and a large group of deformities quickly responded. This "special team" began to move quickly under the command of the Dark Master, passing through the vast plains and poisonous The valley of the river moved towards an area closer to the line of fire, and not long after the transfer started, a dark priest with a gray-black skin and a canopy twisted like a vortex approached their commander: "Master, we Can you catch the'organ' that emits the thought pulse this time?"

"I don't know, but I am sure... we are getting closer and closer to that organ."

As Bertram spoke quickly, he secretly gave a series of instructions to the nearby root network: let the offensive vines creeping underground secretly interweave into a strangling encirclement, and let the secretory organs that breed between the roots. Create countermeasures against pheromone, let a part of the "young vine" transform itself, simulate the nerve signal of the living forest to get as close to the opponent as possible, and remove all the interfering toxins it carries before being recognized and strangulated by the opponent. Possibly penetrated into nearby soil...

All these are the "skills" he has cultivated in these days of uninterrupted "fighting" with Bertila. Many of them are even the methods he learned from the other party. These methods are incredible, but he must admit After the crazy "saint" turned into a real plant, she did create many tactics that only plants can "think", and these tactics are quite effective in the process of using them.

Fortunately, everyone has the same origin. What Bertila can do is basically the root network in the depths of the wasteland. As long as there is a smart person who can learn ideas from that crazy woman, he The means of control can also come into being.

Bertram thinks he is such a "smart man". This is what he is most proud of these days, and the only thing he can be proud of.

This even slightly diluted the shame and resentment he had accumulated after that failure.

At the same time, in the depths of the dark and corrupt wasteland, a fierce confrontation that ordinary people can't see has exploded and intensified rapidly following Bertram's instructions.

The roots belonging to the distal limbs of the Thorin giant tree were severely blocked during the process of spreading south. Some of the root structures that had just grown and did not have complete combat capabilities were strangulated during the maturation process, forming pieces into pieces. The ground died between the soil and the underground river, and the dark root system from the direction of the waste soil immediately launched a swift "encirclement and suppression", a kind of chilling sound of friction and creep between the underground caves and pores Resounding, a large number of living vines burrowed through the darkness, and while intertwined into a net, they released various toxins and tiny "biological soldiers" around them. There were also fine vines that mimicked the roots of Thorin spreading and growing all the way to the north...

The counterattack of the Thoring roots also came soon, and the attack methods of the opponents were no less than that of the opponents. The root network belonging to the dark priests began to be necrotic in the border area...

And these necrotic root tissues had passed enough information to Bertram before they died completely.

"The counterattack is very fast... concentrated and continuous thought impulses... nerve signals are converging towards the eastern region..."

In the cold wilderness, Bertram led the team to quickly move to the target location while carefully perceiving the information coming from underneath. Suddenly, a wave of joy surged into his heart.

As this joy surged, he was also feeling the more and more obvious and stronger "predator breath". This predator breath brought him almost instinctive fear and two diametrically opposite emotional shocks. With his already abnormal spirit, the process of repeatedly tearing up his consciousness made Bertlem more excited. An abnormal excitement made him shout to his followers: "We caught the big guy! My compatriots, we caught it!"

"Master, you mean..." A low-level dark priest was taken aback for a moment and quickly reacted, "You mean we caught the ‘thinking organ’ this time?"

"Yes, I sensed those strong thought pulses and the nerve signals that were constantly gathering towards the target location. We caught it," Bertram said through gritted teeth (even though he has no teeth now). "That crazy woman can extend her consciousness to such a long distance, and can easily control the truth of such a huge body with her own power...her thought auxiliary organ, we finally caught it!"

While speaking, he had already sensed that he had arrived near the target location and he immediately ordered the followers to stop to prevent falling into the trap.

Excited to excitement, Bertram still maintains basic judgment and calmness. He knows how cunning the "ancient saint" called Bertila is, and knows that there is no unreasonable good luck in this world. Okay, maybe Exist, but he doesn't believe that this kind of thing will fall on his head.

The target is ahead, but he didn’t dare to rush over and dig down rashly. Who knows what the crazy woman had prepared there? Maybe after he ran over, a big hole was cracked in the ground, and there was a cloth underneath. What about a stomach pouch full of teeth and digestive juices?

"Master, how do we get there?" the low-rank dark priest asked beside him.

Bertram did not respond, but secretly colluded with the underground root network that was fighting fiercely with the enemy. After a while, a ground near him suddenly made a rumbling noise, and then the thick soil and rocks came from The force of the underground tore a gap, and an inclined "passage" leading to the ground, surrounded by countless living vines and roots, appeared in his eyes.

"I suspect that mad woman prepared a trap for us, but it doesn't matter that we slowly push it under the cover of the root network. No matter what she prepares underground, we will tear it down all the way!"