Sword of Dawn

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"That's right," Rosetta nodded slightly, "That tower is where Lord Typhon died, so I have to go there myself."

This is an irresistible reason.

700 years ago, the Four Kingdoms were initially established, and the territory of human beings was far less secure than it is today. In order to prevent the wasteland from constantly penetrating outward, the elves and other countries jointly built the current magnificent wall, and one of the key nodes is in the northwest frontier of Typhon ——The Sentinel Tower at the key node was built for three full years, and it was the last one completed among all the Sentinel Towers, and it was also the last step in closing the whole magnificent wall, and for this last step, Typhon had paid the most the price.

When each section of the majestic wall was activated one by one, and the chaotic magic energy and endless distortion monsters in the wasteland were blocked on that piece of scorched earth, the magic tide force had made the biggest counterattack ever, and the chaotic demon with nowhere to go Energy and aberrations flocked to the last gap in the barrier, and fought a fierce battle with the human and elf coalition forces on the northwest border of Typhon. Following the attack of the aberrations, in order to buy time for the elf technicians to activate the tower, the entire guard knights led by Lord Typhon, including the king himself, died under the tower.

"Andersa and the Winter Wolves led by her will be responsible for my safety," Rosetta said unhurriedly, looking at the old duke in front of her, "while I am away, you will be in charge of state affairs, Sir Ferdinand .”

Facing Emperor Typhon's deep gaze, Ferdinand Wendel took a deep breath.

"I will live up to your trust, Your Majesty."

Duke Ferdinand left.

Only the ruler of Typhon remained in the room.

Rosetta Augustus was sitting in that wide armchair, staring blankly at the fire in the fireplace not far away. The hazy phantom suddenly rose up, and fell to the ground along the firelight overflowing from the hearth, and came to Rosetta step by step.

They condensed into a human shape, with long golden hair, pointed ears, and exactly the same appearance.

The Twins of All Deaths laughed softly, and said to the emperor in front of them: "Look, as we said, there is going to be a problem with that wall, a problem that the Silver Empire can't solve... They really came to you."

Rosetta glanced at the elf twins in front of her expressionlessly: "You don't seem to care at all that you are also from the Silver Empire."

The elf twins were still smiling: "Our cause goes beyond the national concept. From a certain point of view, aren't you the same as us?"

"I'm different from you, I trust the power of the country," Rosetta said lightly, "You're here to discuss these things with me, aren't you?"

"Of course not," the voices of the elf twins overlapped, with a certain sense of rhythm, "We want to ask you, have you...have you given up on Anzu?"

"Of course not, it's just that it's not the time to do it yet," Rosetta said. "The cost and benefit have not yet reached the optimal balance...The blood of the Ansu people has not been shed yet..."

The elf twins came to Rosetta's side, walked around the Emperor Typhon as if strolling in a garden, and chanted in amazement: "Still calm..." "Accurate calculation..." "Full of confidence..." "Inconceivable ..."

In the end, they all said in unison: "You are really an incredible person—after facing the truth, you are sober until today."

Rosetta looked at the impolite and even offensive behavior of the Elf Twins indifferently, as if watching a farce, and finally he waved his hand: "If there is nothing more important, don't waste it with me." The time has come—but now there are high-ranking rangers and elf messengers in this palace, and they will not show mercy to the exile."

The elf twins finally stopped "walking around the chairs". They smiled, faced Rosetta, and stepped back towards the fireplace: "Ah, your threat is really effective, and we are happy to cooperate..."

Their figures gradually faded in the air, merging with the firelight behind them a little bit, and before they left completely, Rosetta said: "Don't forget what you are going to do."

"Please don't worry, the death of all things is more important than your reputation. Ansu's blood will continue to flow..." The figures of the elf twins have disappeared, and their voices continue to come from the fire, becoming more and more distant and ethereal, "We Take only what we need, and the rest is yours..."

The figures and voices of the elf twins finally completely disappeared, and the faint magic fluctuations in the room also completely calmed down.

Rosetta Augustus was silent in the room alone. After a long time, he whispered to himself softly: "There must be...a powerful empire..."

He stood up and came to the fireplace that had lost its magic power reaction and turned into an ordinary flame. He watched the fluttering and dancing flames in the hearth, then bent down, and carefully put down the sharp thorn-decorated baffle next to it. in front of the stove.

At the same time, in the city of Saint-Sunil, the capital of King Ansu, a gray-brown giant eagle flapped its wings and pierced the sky.

The citizens of Saint-Sunil are familiar with griffins, which are the messengers and aerial vehicles most commonly used by the upper class and royal family, but few humans know the giant eagles from the south-those huge birds of prey like dark clouds Usually flying over the Iron Cross Street and Crown Street, the giant eagle's tail feathers and chest and abdomen are also decorated with green and silver ribbons. They flew straight in the direction of Silver Castle, arousing the curiosity and attention of countless witnesses.

Only the person with the best eyes saw the figure on the back of the giant eagle—the elf.

On the upper terrace of Silver Castle, Victoria Wilde quietly stared at the sky, watching the birds of prey that had flown over half the continent landed on the griffin platform on the side of Silver Castle—there was no perch for giant eagles here, only the The griffin platform was vacated for the giant eagles of the elves to land. The white-feathered griffins who were temporarily driven to the north tower were poking their heads out of the windows on the tower, screaming loudly at the gray-brown giant eagles. Voice.

"The elf messenger has arrived."

Beside Victoria, Grand Duke Baldwin Franklin whispered to himself.

"It seems that the situation of the Great Wall is really not good," Victoria said with a hint of coldness in her tone. "It's ridiculous that until yesterday, those nobles were still discussing the conspiracy in the warning of the Grand Duke of the South at the meeting."

On the griffin platform, the elven messengers were lightly jumping off their mounts one by one, and one of the female elves with short blond hair looked at the griffins who were noisy on the tower with a little dissatisfaction: "The griffins in the north Cursing is really ugly."

"Griffins are always the best at cursing people," another messenger said helplessly. "Our giant eagles may have taken their lair."

The short-haired elf pouted, and turned to look at his giant eagle, who also turned his head, looking at his master for some unknown reason.

The short-haired elf couldn't help but sigh: "Bai Chang is so big, he can't even quarrel."

"Cuckoo?"

"Let me tell you, there must be something wrong with my eagle, its accent is really heavy..."

Chapter 0555

Listening to the message brought by the elven messenger named Sonia Frostleaf, Duchess Victoria's face became more and more gloomy.

Those certainly weren't good news.

Especially at this juncture.

"We know that Ansu is in a...chaos, and you have a lot of problems to solve," said the messenger named Sonia bluntly. The short-haired elf looks young and delicate, but she is likely to be a The "elder", who has witnessed the rise and fall of human nations for centuries, commented on Ansu's civil war indifferently, but everyone at the scene could not refute, "The Silver Empire has no right to intervene in any internal issues of human nations , but what we have to face now is a crisis that has gone beyond the concept of a country—in the face of this crisis, the survival of civilization as a whole should come first.”

"Of course we understand this," Grand Duke Baldwin nodded and said, "The Great Wall is there, and each of us can see that its condition is abnormal—but this civil war is not something we can decide. "

"This is a problem that you have to find a way to solve yourself," Sonia Shuangye said helplessly, "On issues other than internal affairs, the Silver Empire will do everything possible to provide support, technical materials, technical personnel, We will all send it, but Ansu's internal problems ... can only be relied on by the Ansu people themselves."

Baldwin Franklin and Victoria Wilde looked at each other deeply.

From each other's eyes, they both saw the same deep helplessness and exhaustion.

Don't they know about this crisis?Don't the nobles of Ansu know about this crisis?I know, of course I know, and I have known it for a long time-maybe even before the elves.

How many times did Grand Duke Gawain Cecil warn?Every noble who entered and exited Silver Castle all day knew this well.The resurrected founding hero has been warning people to face up to the threat of the wasteland of Gondor from the day he was unveiled, but every warning he has been ignored, misinterpreted, and even conspiratorial. The nobles of the royal capital said it was "anxiety out of control" and "an excuse for militarism", and even said that the ancient hero was immersed in the battlefield 700 years ago and stimulated by the monsters in the dark mountains I had hallucinations—but even so, until last month, Duke Gawain Cecil's warning message was sent to Silver Castle.

The nobles of the royal capital pretended to discuss the warning letter for half a month, and the discussion has not yet been completed.

The Duchess of the North couldn't help but glanced at the Prince of Wales sitting on the throne. The Crown Prince sat there expressionless, but there was a hint of mockery in his calm eyes.

"We will do our best to communicate with the East Territory—for Ansu...for mankind, the royal family will do our best," Victoria said calmly, "but this matter is very complicated...we need a little time."

"Then as soon as possible, Duchess Wilde," Sonia Shuangye nodded slightly, "We will also provide the greatest assistance—if necessary, we can come forward to contact the Eastern Territory, and in the chaos of Ansu , at least the elves' position is neutral."

……

Cecil City, inside the Lord's Mansion.

Before Gao Wen had time to continue investigating the secret connection between the dragon and the Mithril Vault, Amber sent another interesting piece of information.

"According to the reports from the operators sent to the Plain of the Holy Spirit, the giant eagle of the elves was found in the northern region - heading towards the city of San Sunil."

Gao Wen put down the plan at hand - this is a detailed report on building the South Gate Fortress in the southern part of the Rebel Fortress - he raised his head and looked at Amber: "When did it happen?"

"What I witnessed three days ago—the operator sent the letter to the Rock Fortress as quickly as possible, and then sent the news back through the magic network communication," Amber said in a stern manner. Only when she reported this kind of information, did she Only then can he be a little more serious, "According to the speed of the giant eagle... by this time, the elf messenger should already be sitting in the Silver Fort."

"Did someone really come here..." Gao Wen said softly, "It seems that the situation of the Great Wall is really not good..."

After Amber finished reporting the information, the serious and capable director of the Military Intelligence Bureau instantly degenerated into a goose. She swayed to Gawain's desk, grabbed dried fruit from it and stuffed it into her mouth while muttering: "Can you guess what those elves are here for?" Is it?"

"I can probably guess it," Gawain had already adapted to Amber's unruly style, he just glanced at the half-elf, then shook his head slightly and said, "And I also know that I will be busy soon— — and had to be busy."

Amber froze for a moment, with a curious expression on her face: "Huh? You? Are you not busy enough now?"

"The elves sent envoys to the human kingdom at this time, and what they want to talk about is nothing more than the issue of the magnificent wall," Gawain looked at Amber and explained casually, "The overload that lasted for three days must have caused serious damage to those sentinel towers. With the current situation, it should be impossible to rebuild a barrier led by the Silver Empire and the joint efforts of all countries like 700 years ago, so the elves should want the human kingdom to help repair or strengthen that barrier. The judgment of the current situation of the wall is correct, they should have sent envoys to every human kingdom at the same time, then the problem will come...Ansu is in a civil war."

Amber thought for a while, then suddenly woke up: "Orthodox question?"

"The barrier must be repaired. No matter how dull and stupid Ansu's nobles are, they will not continue to be dull on this issue, but the key is who can represent Ansu to repair that barrier," Gao Wen smiled. Shaking his head, "In the eyes of ordinary people, building barriers is building barriers. It is a project for the safety of the kingdom and for the continuation of mankind. It should not have too much meaning in it, but in the eyes of the people in charge of this kingdom... This is a vital symbol.

"At the key node of Ansu's civil war, whoever can reach an agreement with the elves, and whoever can go to the border of the wasteland to repair the Sentinel Tower, can represent Ansu."

Amber is not a person who understands the "rules of nobility" very well, but she has been around Gao Wen for so long, she can somewhat understand some of the twists and turns, and she has already reacted at this time: "If you want to send someone to repair the majestic wall, the Ansu civil war must be suspended, but as long as the royal family and the Eastern Realm continue to have disputes over the 'legitimacy', the civil war cannot be stopped, so if Ansu finally wants to send someone to repair the barrier, then he can only find a complete People who don't participate in the battle for kingship and are qualified to represent the kingdom...then they can only come to you?"

"Repairing the Great Wall is a big project. The civil war is endless. No one in the royal family or the Eastern Realm dares to mobilize their strength to repair the barrier. But if the barrier is not repaired, no one will survive. They have no choice," Gao Wen exclaimed. Tone, "I have no choice - be prepared, this is not only my responsibility, maybe... it is also an opportunity."

Amber blinked, looking at Gao Wen's expression that seemed to be confident at any time, she almost forgot to continue nibbling on the dried fruit in her hand.

"No matter what happens in this world, is it an opportunity for you?"

"No, but the situation forced me to turn everything into an opportunity." Gawain shook his head, "Go and inform Philip and Byron to come - military preparations should also be made."

"Call them here?" Amber's eyes widened slightly, "Could it be...you plan to break out of the Rock Fortress while the royal family and the Eastern Territory are empty?"

"No, if I do this, I can only damage my foundation and reap a kingdom that will be in turmoil for the next 20 years. I will not do such a thing," Gao Wen shook his head, "But we must prepare for the worst—— I don't believe that this civil war will really stop, and I don't believe that the southern border will always stay out of it. The royal family and the eastern border are all smart people, and I am not the only one who is trying to find opportunities from this barrier crisis... "

Amber looked Gao Wen up and down, and then his figure gradually disappeared into the air: "Tsk tsk, I really can't play with you kind of scheming people. You continue to plan here, and I will call those two people over."

Gao Wen watched Amber's figure gradually dissipate, then turned his gaze back, and his eyes fell on a blueprint on the desk.

It was a vehicle, or... a weapon.

A land king assembled with engines, tracks, armor, and turrets.

Although the project of the Great Wall is imminent, Gao Wen is more aware of the efficiency of the kingdom's implementation in this era. The so-called "imminent" is completely different from the production and construction plan in the southern border. According to the efficiency of the royal capital and nobles, they At least this matter will be wrangling until this summer. In such a long time, there are still many things he can do.

"The blueprint that passed the test of the origin laboratory... I hope it can really go as smoothly as I expected."

Gao Wen said softly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to touch the food box in the corner of the desk.

He found nothing.

"...Why are you still taking the box away now?!"

……

The situation in Ansu is a vortex, and the human society is a mess. Although these terrifying upright apes living on land are short-lived and fragile, they have the talent to disrupt their own society, which makes even sea monsters marvel. Ms. Till was deeply touched by this.

On the No. [-] berth of the North Shore Shipyard, Siren Tyr carefully rolled himself into a ball, and while listening to the craftsmen discussing current events in the newspaper, he was thinking wildly.

Human beings, even though they don't have tails, can somehow "entangle" into a big mess.

But these have little to do with sea monsters, at least before humans have the ability to sail on oceans, these terrifying upright apes living on land have nothing to do with sea monsters.

What Till is most concerned about now is that the project in front of him, which has been going on since last summer, has finally come to fruition.

In front of Miss Siren, in the dry dock next to the berth, a brand-new beautiful big ship with a shape completely different from the traditional ships in this world was quietly lying in the huge dock, waiting for the moment to enter the water.

It is a behemoth made of steel, with an elegant and continuous curved shell and two flat and wide decks. A total of three pairs of "magic wings" that resemble wings are neatly gathered and folded on both sides of the hull and the rear of the upper deck, and at the front, middle, and rear of the lower deck, six groups of huge gun emplacements are quietly crouching on the gun mounts, and the sunlight from the gaps in the ceiling shines on those cold metal turrets. above, glowing with dazzling light.

Two "Calibrator" level rainbow light generators, four specially modified "Truth" large rail guns dedicated to the ship platform, and a large number of defensive small rail guns installed throughout the hull, jointly arm this behemoth into a A formidable beast in the water.

This is a completely new design, a product of the combination of human shipbuilding style and Kraken technology. It is a truly advanced warship-although in the eyes of Siren Tyre, it can still be described as backward in many aspects, but In the eyes of countless craftsmen in the shipyard, it is already a miracle.

Chapter 0556 Immigrants and Deserters

Since the end of winter, Rock City has become more and more prosperous day by day.

This new city in the north of Cecil was once just a part of the fortress and plain in the south of the Rock Fortress. The Cecilians destroyed the walls of the old fortress, razed the old towers, and built a new one in the ruins after the war. They built a new "magic energy barrier" on the outer layer of the fortress city, and built a pier square on the bank of the "Dorgon-White Water River", making this land that has experienced wars "live" again.

At first, the people living in the inner city of the fortress were uneasy—they were residents of the old fortress and once served the Royal Army stationed in the Rock Fortress. This embarrassing status made them always worried about the liquidation of the Cecilians after the war , but as the new fortress commander took office and the government affairs office began to operate, the Cecilians fulfilled the promise they made when they took over the fort one by one: no liquidation, no forced requisition, no demolition of houses, no robbing of fields - in these After the promises were fulfilled one by one, the order of the Rock Fortress gradually stabilized, and the increasingly stable order successfully allowed the newly built Rock City to start operating.

As a city with the role of "communication window" from the beginning of planning, once Panshi City started to operate, it quickly turned into prosperity.

This is the throat of the exchange between the Holy Spirit Plain and the southern border, and it is the only way for merchants to conduct north-south trade. The people in the place welcome the alchemy potion and magic net unit from Cecil—Dorgon—the white water river is almost full of gold coins, so that the merchants who come to Rock City to do business have become a new phrase. As the saying goes: As long as you can carry your pocket around Panshi City, even a donkey can make a lot of money.

Recently, the royal family has also reached a new agreement with Cecil. The dull nobles in San Sunil City finally recognized the authority of the Southern Principality. Cecil has also opened up more trade orders to the Plain of the Holy Spirit. Rock City suddenly became more lively, new merchants were attracted here, and new commodities began to appear on those cargo ships and trucks—cheap textiles, paper, and wine from the south were included in Cecil’s The list of goods, their low prices stunned the merchants from the Holy Spirit Plain. In a short period of time, the goods flowing from Cecil to the Holy Spirit Plain were no longer only alchemy potions and magic components—and Cecil bought Commodities are still endless ores and magic materials...

The prosperity of business has made Panshi City develop at an extremely fast speed, and more and more foreigners are attracted to settle here - not only the residents from the southern border, but also those from the Holy Spirit Plain due to various reasons People who leave their homes.

In front of the entry-exit registration checkpoint at the Wharf Square of Panshi City, a group of new immigrants who just got off the boat are queuing up and walking through the narrow passage. This narrow passage and the rules of "queuing" are very important for those who have crossed the Fortress for the first time. It is a very novel thing, they are not very adaptable, but the fully armed dock soldiers can ensure that they adapt in a short period of time.

A red-haired young man with his head bowed slowly walked forward with the line, looking inconspicuous. The tall and thin man in front of him stumbled to complete the registration, and then it was his turn to stand on the "registration" member".

"Name?" asked the registrar.

The red-haired young man shrank his neck, looked around in a way he thought he was calm, and whispered: "Sara, there is no surname, my lord."

"Age? Occupation or specialty?"

"Nineteen..., worked as a carpenter, my lord."

The registrar raised his eyelids, looked at the hands of the red-haired young man, and then at his standing posture.

The cocoon is very thick at the tiger's mouth, and the standing posture is habitually leaning forward slightly, with the feet separated.

The registrar glanced at the young man's attire, and at the pair of thick leather boots on the other's feet.

"Where did it come from?"

"The Plain of the Holy Spirit... the middle part, the village next to the Boulder City..."

"Do you know how to read?"

"I don't know, my lord."

"Your registration card, take the left aisle, and someone will take you to resettlement at the end." The registrar took out a card, handed it to the red-haired young man, and took a deep look at the other party when he reached out to take it , "Young man, remember to abide by Cecil's laws - under this premise, the Principality will protect you. Also, don't call me my lord, I'm just a registrar."

"Yes... yes, my lord."

The red-haired young man took the piece of cardboard in a panic, not knowing if he heard the registrar's explanation, he hurried to the left aisle, and on the piece of cardboard in his hand, There is a number printed on it: 3.