Sword of Dawn

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"If I want to solve the problem of food shortage in the entire plain, I'm afraid I can't do it," Bertila shook his head, "Even if I pump more heat from the ground and turn the open land around Solinburg into Cheng Liangtian, probably not enough."

Norris thought about it, and asked again: "Can the miracle of Thorin's giant tree be replicated?"

"...I'm afraid not. The formation of the Thorin giant tree has very complicated factors. It requires the power of the gods, the lives of a large number of high-level druids, the magic power accumulated over a long period of time, and luck that cannot be counted. I haven't fully figured out how this transformation happened to me. Mr. Norris, there will be no second Thorin tree, at least I don't know how to reproduce this process."

Norris sighed deeply: "Oh, I should have thought so. The food problems of countless ordinary people really can't be hoped for miracles that cannot be replicated."

Listening to the other party's words, Bertila suddenly repeated softly: "Is it a miracle that cannot be replicated..."

"Yes, tens of thousands of ordinary people need food, and the empire needs a large area of ​​food production. What we need is a solution that can be replicated, promoted, and used in most places, not a miracle, otherwise..." Norris said, looking at the red fruit in his hand, he smiled wryly and shook his head, "Otherwise, it would be a cake on the noble table."

"Cake on the noble table?"

"Delicious, but only for a few people," Norris shook his head, "and most people will starve to death outside the castle."

Bertila fell silent suddenly.

The wind blew through the canopy of the giant tree of Thorin, making a rattling sound among the branches.

It took a few seconds before she broke the silence: "We never thought of this path..."

Norris didn't catch it. "What road?"

"No, it's nothing." Bertila shook his head, "I just suddenly remembered something. Not long ago, I arrogantly scolded a young man for never looking down at those humble people. Now Come to think of it... it's just ridiculous."

After a pause, she continued, "Mr. Norris, if the only help I can provide here is these fruits, what are your plans for the future?"

"Plan? Of course, we will continue to rebuild this land," Norris said with a smile, "We want to rebuild the main areas on the east bank of Gorgon and around Hongfeng. We will build a camp every inch, and we will rebuild it inch by inch, and sooner or later this place will come alive, as long as people are still there, there is always hope."

Bertila didn't speak, she was silent for a long time, staring at the old man who was about to reach the finish line in front of her.

But what she really saw were the people behind the old man.

Those who are camping in the snow and ice of the Holy Spirit Plains, preparing for the next year's farming; those who are trekking on deserted roads, transporting supplies for the reconstruction project; A person who is exhausted.

One percent of extraordinary people, 90.00 percent of ordinary people.

These ordinary people intend to achieve a miracle that even superhumans find impossible.

She closed her eyes, but she could only close the eyes of this mimic body, and the perception of the Thorin giant tree was still open, allowing her to see the entire Thorin area clearly and perceive herself clearly.

There is a giant tree almost the size of a town, with a canopy that towers close to the clouds, a powerful natural force field, and unimaginable extraordinary power.

What a miracle will be created by the death of all things. This miracle can even make any extraordinary person in history tremble. It can be painted on scrolls and hung in the king's castle, and it can be sung by bards for 1000 years .

The fruits of this "miracle" cannot even feed one-tenth of the population of the Holy Spirit Plain.

Great cause for shit.

Bertila opened her eyes.

"I'm a druid," she said suddenly, looking at Norris, as if out of nowhere.

Norris didn't understand for a while: "Huh?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered my identity," Bertila smiled, which was no different from that of a human being. "Perhaps, it's time to do something that the first generation of pioneers should do."

Yeah, Trailblazer, she almost forgot she was a Trailblazer.

She has also experienced that kind of difficult time. When rushing out of the wasteland, everyone was short of clothes, food, medicines, and helpless in a wild wasteland. When all the magic tools failed, they could only be carried by people on their shoulders. To clear the land, to hew stones out of the mountains for plows, and to dig earth to build houses.

The hungry people walk on the road, and one will fall down as they walk. The king leads the army to guard the border, and dies on the high ground before the war is over. An unknown plague breaks out in the open area. She leads the druids in the school , relying on one's own vitality to exceed ordinary people, and try out the medicine as if desperately trying... Isn't that day over?

The pioneers at that time had no "miracles" to count on.

She seemed to understand the intention of the "outsider wanderer" to keep her.

"Mr. Norris, I wish you all the best," Bertila said, "As for this... I will work with the druids here to find a way. In fact, they have been trying to breed more suitable for cold regions before this." Seeds, just didn't make any progress for a while."

She has accumulated hundreds of years of knowledge, some from the Holy Spirit sect, some from the Death of All Things Society.

There are still remaining culture sacs in the underground here. Those culture sacs were used to create terrible monsters, but if they are used properly, they can also be used for good.

The Cecil didn't know how to use those dangerous things, but she did.

She has already wasted too much time, and although she wants to live like a plant and no longer recall those dark and crazy pasts, she can't waste all her time on photosynthesis.

Norris' eyes brightened a little. Although he didn't understand what happened, he seemed to feel that the lady in front of him, who had been lacking in motivation a moment ago, suddenly became more motivated.

Anyway, that's a good thing.

"Thank you for your help," he said sincerely, "This is a great blessing for countless people, even countless generations."

Bertila smiled and nodded: "Don't forget to bring my fruit when you leave - I can still provide the rations needed by a medium-sized town."

Chapter 0745 Dragon and Dragon

The icy seas of the Arctic are still cold and windy, but the eternal barrier of Tarrond maintains the warmth and comfort of the dragon's homeland as always.

Melita Penia woke up from the wide and soft bed, the familiar roof of the bedroom was reflected in her lavender eyes, she was in a daze for a few minutes, then blinked, took a deep breath, stretched Long loins.

"It's been a long time since I slept at home..."

Miss Lanlong muttered in a low voice, lying lazily on the bed and waving her hand to the side, the sensor device in the room received the command immediately, the sloping roof on the side of the bedroom opened silently, and the sky light penetrated through the fully transparent aggregate. The animal shells sprinkled into the room, dispelling the red darkness of the room, and various devices in the bedroom were activated one by one, and low humming sounds came from all around.

A transparent polymer drapery hangs down on the wall facing the bed, and a shimmering circular image emerges on the drapery. The edge of the image vibrates, and a melodious mechanical voice sounds: "Good afternoon, Melita Purnia."

"Good afternoon, Omega..." Melita rubbed her eyes and yawned indistinctly in response, before the words came out suddenly, "Huh? Afternoon?!"

"Yes, you have slept for eighteen hours - please rest assured, this is normal, your body needs to repair, especially the nervous system, more sleep can ensure your nervous system recovers as soon as possible."

"But I made an appointment to meet with Speaker Andal today," Melita exclaimed, "He will kill me!!"

"Don't worry, it won't. Speaker Andal will only deduct your second-type field allowance for this month—no need to worry, it has already been deducted."

"...Damn it, I should let you set an alarm clock! The kind with Arcane Missiles and Pyroblast!" Melita tugged at her hair before jumping out of bed dejectedly, "Okay, Anyway, it's about this time... Help me write a letter of apology, and then make an appointment again. Besides these bad news, is there nothing good about it?"

"Your heart is recalibrated and the spinal implant is ready and ready to be installed."

"Okay, that's some good news." Melita shook her head, and walked towards the door of the bedroom in her nightgown, "Take me to the workshop...by the way, help me prepare two units of the 'Dream' booster."

"Happy to serve you, Melita."

The conveyor elevator set up in the giant dragon's lair ran silently and quickly, and within half a minute, Melita was sent from the bedroom of the "humanoid residence" to her lair on the top of the mountain.

After stepping out of the elevator, Melita came to a wide and huge hemispherical hall. This large-scale indoor space was reconstructed on the basis of the natural mountain structure. In the lower part, you can see a large area of ​​evenly dug rock barriers. A large number of polymer brackets and cable ducts are fixed on the barrier, and the upper part is a tightly closed alloy dome.

The hall is wide and empty, but there are a lot of mechanical devices and golden pillars depicting complex and gorgeous patterns around it. At this moment, three of the pillars have been activated, and the flowing light is shining on their surface. certain things.

This is Melita's "Dragon's Lair", a lair that she has carefully built over thousands of years. Compared with the "extremely gorgeous, complicated and exquisite" style advocated by most giant dragons in this era, her lair is quite impressive. It’s a little more simple, but in fact the decoration style here is not always the same——

She has also installed a gorgeous dome with full reliefs here, using palace-style arches and pillars, and she has also piled gold and silver jewelry here (although some of it is glass and simulated polymers to make up the number), Sleeping on huge treasure chests, she even fills bookshelves as high as the dome here, filled with model books from flea markets...

Now, she has renovated the place into the "classical workshop" style that was popular in Tarrond 1 years ago.

She is a dragon who likes change and is keen on independent style.

Melita came to the center of the rotunda, stretched her arms, and a brilliant magic halo immediately enveloped her. Her body rapidly grew in size under the radiance, and transformed into the form of a dragon. The three spears on the edge of the hall The shimmering ornate column moved quietly near her, and the alloy casing on the surface of the column slowly opened with the hissing sound of pressure release.

Inside are huge tubular crystal containers filled with thin-colored liquid, two of which contain huge hearts made of biological tissue, bionic skin, polymer pipes, and complex mechanical pumps In the other container, there is a segment of vertebrae with shining metallic luster quietly floating, and the connection ends of the vertebrae are a large number of cable interfaces and flashing runes.

A string of bubbles bubbled up in the container, and the metal spine turned half a circle, revealing two lines of clear and sharp steel stamped letters on the back panel——

"The soul in the machine is still free"

"Comodo Implant Company Design Patent Infringement Must Be Prosecuted"

The magic glow gradually dissipated, and Melita opened her eyes in the dissipated light—she had turned into a dragon.

Looking at the two huge hearts soaked in the container, the huge blue dragon shook its neck and made a rumbling sound: "I heard that Bakbato Company launched a new auxiliary heart, which is beautiful and handsome..."

"Excessive pursuit of these things will not help improve your economic situation," Omega's voice resounded throughout the hall, "and there is no essential difference in the performance of the old and new assisting hearts—the beautiful bionic skin is in the built-in implant Physically it doesn't make any sense. Maybe... you plan to replace the scales around the chest with clear polymer?"

"Forget it, no money," Melita sighed, "Start the implantation process, make me happy..."

The mechanical devices on standby in various parts of the hall immediately began to operate, and a large number of mechanical hands came to the blue dragon Melita in unison, and began to dismantle the scales and built-in protective layers that belonged to the mechanical structure. Her chest was opened, revealing the stuffing inside. Looking at the cavity of the temporary buffer, her back was opened, revealing the temporary nerve connector and body fluid circulation pump inside...

The heart was reset, the spine was restored as before, and the synergists prepared in advance were injected into the circulation pump, allowing these organ parts activated from a dormant state to run happily in a short time.

The synergist began to affect the nervous system, and Melita felt that her thoughts were gradually spreading, and she began to have some uncontrollable thoughts. Those huge eyes stared at the mid-air, and the focus of her sight seemed to emerge. Omega's interface phantom.

But she knew that this was just an illusion produced by her nervous system—there was no Omega visual medium here, and what she saw was actually a phantom created by the resonating core nucleus in her skull stimulating the nerves.

The resonance core that accompanies each dragon's life, the neural interaction system that connects all citizens of Tarrond, the super artificial intelligence that affects the entire dragon kingdom and controls the operation of the entire Tarrond... Omi Ga is here, and it is controlling every machine in this hall, controlling these tools that are medical devices in name, but are actually deadly tools at any time.

It is performing the most delicate implant surgery for her. Her heart and her central nervous system are all exposed to this artificial intelligence defenselessly.

Melita shook her head, she knew that the synergist was affecting her judgment, but she still couldn't control her thoughts from spreading around.

"Please try not to move," Omega's emotionless voice came from all directions, and the probes of the surgical machinery flashed a dim red light, "I am closing the protective layer of your spine."

"Omega... where are you?" Melita mumbled somewhat vaguely.

"I am in Tarrond, I am in the depths of the dragon kingdom, and I am here, in front of you, Melita Purnia." Omega's voice responded immediately as always, and those who were flashing red light The probe and the moving manipulator are still quietly performing precise operations.

"You said... are you the real ruler of Tarrond? I mean the part other than the divine right..."

"Omega is the server of Tarrond. The purpose of my birth is to serve you, and to manage this continent is only to complete the mission of service."

"Yeah..." Melita felt that she was about to fall into a deep sleep, but she still muttered in a low voice, "Omega, so...you are quite loyal..."

"Omega is loyal to Tarrond," the voice of the artificial intelligence echoed calmly in the hall, bit by bit into Melita's mind, which was about to fall asleep, "Omega is loyal to the dragons, absolutely loyal, always loyal... "

……

The high-ranking dragon priest Heragor walked in the gorgeous and spacious golden temple. In this sacred and solemn palace, only his own footsteps echoed.

This middle-aged male "person" who is the closest to God walked through the long corridor, walked through the wide hall, and came to the high holy seat.

A bright and graceful woman in a pale golden long dress with blond hair hanging down to the ground sat lazily on the holy seat, and looked down at the dragon priest who came in front of her.

Heragor bowed his head respectfully: "My lord, what did you call me for?"

"Recently, I feel that the hearts of the dragons are a little fluctuating," the graceful blond woman said softly, with a gentle tone and an equally friendly expression, "Hragor, my high priest, do you know what happened?"

Heragor kept his head bowed and his expression unchanged—even though he knew that everything about him could not be hidden from the eyes of the god in front of him.

"The Dragon Clan seems to be rejoicing at the change of the times." He said respectfully.

"The change of the times... Oh, so it refers to the continent opposite the eternal storm," Dragon God smiled slightly, looking interested, "It's another season of civilization... round after round, time after time... ...It seems that you are not bored yet."

"There will always be young dragons who will remain curious about the outside world, my lord."

"Curiosity, and expectation, isn't it?" Dragon God looked down at the high-ranking priest, "Do you have the same expectation as them?"

"My lord, I am loyal to you," Heragor said calmly, with no waves in his tone, "absolutely loyal, always loyal."

Dragon God narrowed his eyes slightly: "Absolutely loyal...always loyal, ah, the 'Omega' you created often tells you that, right?"

She got no response from the High Priest, but she didn't seem to care.

The god who descended from the mortal world just slowly stood up from the chair, with long skirts sweeping the floor, and strolled past Heragor.

"To be honest, sometimes I really want to get in touch with that 'Omega' you created, that heartless creature...

"But forget it, children's toys, leave them to children.

"Is it not? Heragore."

Heragor prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground where the dragon god walked: "Yes, my lord."

……

Cecil Empire, Southern Territory.

Maggie sat in the warm room, watching the bustling and lively streets of Cecil City through the clear and transparent crystal glass windows.

This is the "dormitory" assigned to her by the Institute of Magic Technology, but it is said to be a dormitory, but it is actually a set of comfortable and warm independent houses with complete functions.

Compared with the cold old castles, these new houses in Cecil City are very comfortable to live in.

Today is a sunny day, and there is no cold wind. There are many pedestrians on the street, and you can also see many passers-by wearing foreign costumes who seem to be curious about the city. Maggie looked at the end of the street, at the end of her sight, She could see the tall spiers and walls of Imperial College looming in the distance.

More and more people came to the city of Cecil this winter, from all over the empire, even from the neighboring Augure tribal country, and from the friendly city-states in the north.

This incredible city with a new order seems to be gradually becoming a kind of "center". The scattered Cecil merchants and the magical creations sold by the merchants are sparing no effort to spread the city's information everywhere, even if Now is the winter when long-distance travel is difficult, and this city still attracts countless outsiders—those nobles who are capable of traveling far, supernatural beings who are curious about new knowledge, and students who have received royal sponsorship, are constantly flock here.

Maggie has never seen such a scenery, but she couldn't help but think of the legendary country that has become history, and the Gondor Empire that used to be the center of civilization on the mainland—it is said that the capital of Gondor was so attractive Scholars from all over the mainland attract visitors of all races.

Maggie left the window, sat down at the desk, took out a piece of letterhead, and began to write a letter to a friend far away.

For a moment she thought it was impossible for her to write to that place again.

"Sujina, my friend, you may be surprised to receive this letter—of course, the premise is that this letter can be delivered to you accurately across such a long distance, across the suffocating cliffs of the Holy Dragon Principality However, I decided to trust the venerable messengers and believe that they will bring my news to you, as well as other friends who stay in the Principality of the Holy Dragon.

"Sujina, do you remember your dream of flying?