Sword of Dawn

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"Go back to the church and think about it," Gao Wen breathed out softly. "Many people have been asking the administrators of the Mission Square about you these days. They are waiting for you to come back."

Chapter 0375 Gathering in the Shadows

Church, a church built by myself.

When Wright set off, he never thought that he would return to this place so soon, let alone that when he came back, he would lose the blessing of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.

Losing extraordinary power and identity as an extraordinary is nothing to Wright. Power is just a tool. Before he got this tool, he lived as an ordinary person for 20 years. He didn't have such a strong nostalgia, but losing his affinity for the Holy Light made him extremely sad.

He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time. He watched the small towers and spires above the church form a sharp sword in the outline of the huge sun, like the first saint who guided mankind to cut through the darkness in ancient times. Piercing the sky like light, finally he sighed slightly, and stepped forward to open the door of the church.

The lord's words left a deep echo in his heart. Wright knew that those words were reasonable and worth thinking about, but he knew better where his problem was—in fact, he never doubted that he practiced the Holy Light. Dao's determination and action, he has never wavered in this regard.

What really shook him was how those people who had almost completely turned their backs on the Holy Light were able to use those holy powers.

The Lord of Holy Light... Can he really not see all of this?

This almost disobedient thought appeared in Wright's mind again, and the moment this thought emerged, he felt a turmoil in his spiritual world, and a faint tingling sensation emerged in his mind, and an extremely The distant, vague, and chaotic whispers echoed in his ears, and the whispers seemed to contain endless truth and love, but Wright not only couldn't hear the whispers clearly, but could clearly feel that the whispers were away from yourself.

The short tingling and trance soon ended, and Wright felt that the power of the holy light in his body had weakened again.

"Is the Lord unquestionable..." The tall pastor muttered in a low voice, and walked slowly into the prayer hall of the church. He sat down in the first row of seats, and looked up at the icon not far ahead— —The statue of the Lord of the Holy Light with a blurred face stood on the pulpit, and the sunlight from the skylight shrouded the statue, making it shrouded in a hazy halo—then he bowed his head and prayed silently.

In the middle of the prayer, Wright opened his eyes. He sensed that someone was approaching him, so he stood up and turned his head to look.

A middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth dress with a big waist walked over hesitantly. This is one of the believers who often come to the church on weekdays. When the peasant woman saw that Wright had finished praying, she immediately stopped her tiptoe movements, big la la He stepped forward and greeted with a loud and hearty voice: "I saw the door was open—Mr. Pastor, when did you come back?"

"I just came back for a while," Wright looked gently at the woman who often came to church to pray, "Do you need help?"

"Hi, it's all right, I just heard that you are back, come and have a look—the big guy misses you a lot," the peasant woman laughed, "You are back, is the weekly church going to be held as usual? I Go back and tell the big guys."

Holding a church meeting needs to lead everyone to realize the Holy Light. Wright couldn't help but frowned, with an apology on his face: "I... sorry, I may not be in a good state recently, and I probably can't host the church..."

The peasant woman didn't mind at all, and waved her hands carelessly: "Oh, it's all right, then let me tell everyone that the church will be cancelled."

Then the woman glanced at Wright curiously, and said with concern in her tone, "Mr. Pastor, are you suffering from the wind and cold outside? I heard that the snow on the north side of the Rock Fortress has not disappeared yet. You are outside." Are you freezing?"

An ignorant peasant woman probably couldn't understand the concept of wavering in her faith and turning away from the Holy Light. She just used her own understanding to guess Wright's current state, but Wright fell silent for a while after hearing those words of concern.

After a while, the only pastor in the territory shook his head slightly: "I'm fine. I think I can still preside over the church—you can go and tell everyone, this week's church will go on as usual."

"Really?" The peasant woman looked Wright up and down, "Mr. Pastor, don't force yourself. Although you are quite strong, no matter how strong you are, you can't bear the disease."

"Thank you for your concern," Wright smiled, as if letting go of some burden, "It's just some... small problems, don't worry."

The belief in the Holy Light does not have such a complicated and noble connotation for these ordinary civilians. What they prayed in the church never asked for some extraordinary power. What they asked for was just a copy of Peace of mind, a tranquility in a busy life.

No matter what the power of faith means in the eyes of the priests, in the eyes of these ordinary people, the biggest role of the power of faith is nothing more than a spiritual sustenance.

Perhaps as a priest, Wright has lost the ability to feel the holy light and use divine magic, but at least he still has the power to let these people enjoy half a day of peace.

Earl of Hossmann, decorated with luxurious gold and silver ornaments, covered with thick velvet carpets, and in the brightly lit castle drawing room illuminated by magic spar lamps, Count Karloff Hossman sat in his favorite He listened to the information conveyed to him by the most trusted intelligence adviser beside him on the high-back chair, with a rather complicated expression on his face—a hint of disdain and more confusion mixed in that expression.

The earl put down a piece of ruby ​​jewelry he was playing with, and said with a strange smile: "Take back all the privileges of the nobles in the territory, even including the privileges of the Cecil family to manage the territory, and then set up a 'Government Office' to let everyone To help people of low birth manage the territory?"

"Yes, this is the information observed by the spies who successfully entered the '25 Production and Construction Brigade'. We have never known how the interior of Cecil Territory works, but with the efforts of those excellent spies, we finally Grasp some truths," Green, who was thin and gloomy, with black hair and a hooked nose, said unhurriedly next to Earl Horsman, "and it is said that even the Kant region, which was recently incorporated into the Cecil family, was established. The second-level government affairs department has great power, and even the taxation and reclamation of the territory are controlled by the "clerks" and "department officials" of the government affairs department."

Earl Hossman frowned: "Is this a cover? In fact, these so-called officials are all from Cecil's family, right?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case," Green shook his head, "The spies said that there are many powerful officials in the government affairs hall, including agricultural directors, mining directors, and commercial directors, all of whom are held by people other than the Cecil family. Although these people are also loyal to the Cecil family, the power they have is real, and even the knights in the territory must be controlled by the heads of these departments..."

"...It seems that the revived ancient hero has... some problems in thinking," Earl Hossman said with a half-smile, "and he not only took back the privileges of his vassals, but even made the original nobles in the Kant area Mr. and Mrs. Cavaliers have sworn allegiance to his barbaric New Deal?"

"Yes, mandatory oaths, mandatory allegiance, and almost all aristocratic privileges have been taken back, and even the power to collect taxes and manage fiefdoms has been assigned to the so-called 'Secondary Government Affairs Office'," Green showed a serious expression, "According to our The spies reported that all Kant knights were forced to accept these unfair treatments. They seemed to try to resist—it is said that just to the east of the Cecil Territory, those heroic and noble knights chose to fight with their swords in order to defend their glorious tradition. The sound of fighting even reached the city, but they were all suppressed by violence..."

"It's an unimaginable act," Earl Hossman exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Is this the true face of the revived ancient hero? He is simply destroying the foundation of the survival of this glorious country... ...on the land in the lower reaches of the Baishui River, tradition and order are about to disappear!?"

"He is destroying what he built with his own hands, there is no doubt about it," Green said with a serious face, "the glory of the nobility is being trampled by him, and he uses violence and demagogues to make those who flow noble blood Had to succumb to his rule, but the vast majority of people still don't know his true face—especially in some areas in the east and north of the southern border, the locals still regard Gawain Cecil as a glorious pioneer Heroes."

"Everyone has heard of his pioneering legend, but it was a story 700 years ago after all. I don't know how many times it has been distorted and exaggerated. Now that he is really resurrected, it is time for us to see the truth," said Hossman The earl put the ruby ​​ornament in his hand on the table, and said solemnly and earnestly, "Mr. Green, my advisor, we must take some action—this kind of behavior that destroys traditions and laws cannot be allowed to continue."

Green took a deep look at the veteran nobleman in front of him. The other party's words were so earnest that it moved people's hearts, but as an intelligence leader, he was good at reading people's hearts, but he knew the truth very well—it was nothing more than the recent frequent occurrence of new machinery in the mine. The failure caused the alchemists and pharmacists in the territory to leave one after another, and the ore market was firmly controlled by Viscount Leslie of Tanzania Town. These visible losses made the earl even more restless.

This Mr. Earl has earned a lot of wealth from the magic net technology he stole, but the nobles' pursuit of wealth will never end. As long as there is a gold coin in their sight that can be seen but does not belong to them, then They will never give up reaching out—now, Earl Hossman has seen the piles of gold coins, and he has also seen that the ancient duke has a flaw that can be attacked. It may be difficult for him to calm down.

However, as an intelligence advisor trusted by the Hossman family, Green will not expose his master's true thoughts, he will only give a proper reminder: "My lord, please allow me to remind you—that is the hero who founded the country after all, and he Still a duke, even if only a duke with an empty title for now."

"Yes, Duke, the founding hero, but when he begins to destroy the foundational order of this kingdom, his title and aura will be eclipsed," Karloff Hossman laughed, "This country is after all Belonging to all the glorious bloodlines, there are dozens of local nobles, large and small, in the southern border, Mr. Green, what do you think these local nobles will do after knowing Gawain Cecil's destruction and threat to the traditional legal system?"

Chapter 0376 Border Negotiations

Faced with Hossman's elegant and confident smile, Green realized that the great nobleman in front of him, known for his long-term vision and keen sense of smell, hadn't really lost his head. The frequent gatherings of nobles are not as simple as "business dealings". In the transactions related to alchemy potions and magic technology, a group headed by the Hussman family that is vigilant against Cecil's forces has already formed.

This group has the same pursuit of interests, and also has the same security goals. Ironically, the huge interests that brought this group together were created by the Cecil leader—they are also vigilant against Cecil. collar.

The newborn Cecilland is a land flowing with gold and silver - this is the consensus gradually formed in the last period of last winter.At the beginning, the nobles in the southern border hadn’t realized the value of the wandering alchemy potion merchants and the gradually spreading magic net and mining machinery system. After the intelligence, the noble lords realized how huge the scale of this business has become. As long as people with a little brains do a little calculation, they will be stunned by the astonishing wealth, and then realize that they are The little gold coins that were obtained in this process were nothing compared to the wealth obtained by the entire Cecil family.

Such a huge amount of gold and silver is being piled up in the treasury of the Cecil family, which did not gather wealth through war, but grabbed more than war.

However, it is unwise to confront the surname of Cecil rashly. No matter what the family has been like in the past century, it is an out-and-out fact that they have regained their honor, so even the king himself must be respectful. Respecting the current Cecil family properly, but if we can find a reasonable reason, a reason that can unite most of the nobles in the southern border, and can also be justified in front of the royal family... It seems that the problem is not so complicated.

"It is said that Duke Cecil has assembled an army of thousands of people, which at least shows one thing - even if his behavior is a little crazy, his reason still exists, and he knows that he must master enough force to Protect his wealth," Earl Hossman said unhurriedly, "Most of this team is recruits, but the number is still considerable, and it is said that the Cecil Land has resisted the monsters from the wasteland of Gondor twice Attack, although I think this should be the personal strength of the legendary Grand Duke, but it also shows that Cecil's army has seen blood—so we need to unite a group of people to ensure safety."

"You also mentioned the personal strength of Grand Duke Cecil...an ancient legend, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with?"

"Yes, of course it's difficult to deal with," Earl Hossman finally smiled at this point, "so we have to find an additional way to contain the Duke himself—at least let him have no time for him in a short time."

Green looked at his master. Even as the intelligence leader in the territory, he could not always see through the Earl's thoughts, but he knew that Earl Hossman might have secretly arranged many other things: "You Is there a way?"

"Duke Gawain Cecil is not just destroying Anzu's aristocratic dignity, he has offended many people," Earl Hossman said with a smile on his face, "Have you heard that Cecil received asylum recently? What about the believers of alien gods?"

"...Of course," Green nodded, "I got the information immediately. The Cecil Territory publicly announced that it would accept those exiles who were exiled by the Church of the Holy Light and judged to be heretics."

Earl Hossman nodded slightly: "The Church of the Holy Light has coveted the land in the southern border for a long time..."

"...Do you want to let those missionaries join in?" Green immediately frowned, "With all due respect, once those priests come in, it will not be so easy to get them to leave..."

"I will not hand over a large amount of wealth," Earl Hossman shook his head, "but the power of the Church of the Holy Light can still be borrowed—since they want to fight for their Lord, let them Fight for the Lord."

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In the east of Ansu, standing in front of the "Contract Fort" in the border buffer zone, Duke Silas Loren rode on the horse that had followed him for many years, and took a deep breath against the cold spring wind from the direction of Typhon. The slightly cool breath quickly filled his lungs, slightly lifting his spirits.

The tall Fortress of the Treaty stands on a rocky platform. In the past almost the entire winter, countless slave laborers, stonemasons, carpenters, and transcendents have built this fortress in the shortest time regardless of cost. Nearly a hundred slaves were exhausted or died in other accidents in the process, and even an architect from Typhon was crushed to death by falling rocks from the dome, and it was worth paying such a high price—this strong and huge fortress Rising from the ground, despite the impossibly short construction time, the castle still lives up to the historical significance it will play.

The Fortress of the Treaty is a mixture of the two styles of Ansu and Typhon. It not only has the elegance and exquisiteness of the Ansu court, but also reflects the deep solemnity of the Typhon Empire with its black towers. In front of the fortress, a large open small plain is for The place where the guards and ministers of the two countries rest and watch the ceremony. There is only one road leading to the fort. Ansu and Typhon each occupy one side of this road. Silas Lauren is currently located near Ansu. side.

He controlled the slightly restless war horse under his body-this horse had been dealing with the Typhon people with him for many years, and even learned to recognize the breath of Typhon soldiers. The armor he wore, the flag he hung, and the emblem he wore all made the horse a little nervous—then he raised his head and looked at the figure opposite him across the wide road.

A heroic female knight rides on a brown war horse. The female knight has impressive gray long hair and looks quite young. She does not wear a helmet or tie up her long hair, but let The hair fluttered freely in the wind, and a pair of sharp eyes emerged from under the fluttering hair, and they were also falling on Silas Lauren at this moment.

Silas Lauren, who possessed the temperament of a warrior, smiled at the female knight, and greeted the female knight politely and with a sense of distance. Of course, he knew who the female knight was from—the heir of the Wendell family of the Typhon Empire, The youngest wolf general in history, and currently the highest-ranking commander of Winter Wolf Castle. Since this female commander took over Winter Wolf Castle, the knights of the Roren family, and even Silas Roren himself have fought against her. Having dealt with each other more than once, the two parties can be said to be "old acquaintances".

After saying hello, Duke Loren couldn't help but look back at Belk Loren, who was also riding behind him on a horse—the heir of the Loren family, who also had talents far beyond his peers. He is regarded as the pride of Longwind Fortress, but compared to the "Wolf General" opposite, Belk really has too many immaturities.

But it doesn't matter. Acquired experience and hard work can make up for a lot of things. Belk has the excellent blood of the Loren family and a strong belief in the pursuit of honor. As long as he maintains this motivation, this young man will be able to take charge of Changfeng Fortress on his own sooner or later. of.

The giant sun gradually moved to the highest point in the sky, and as the magic power from the sun gradually filled, a brilliant brilliance began to shine above the dome of the Fort of the Treaty. The magic material embedded in the dome absorbed the magic power in the sun, and then drove the fan. The heavy door wrapped in purple steel slowly opened.

The ceremonial officer came out of the castle and began to play music in front of the castle drawbridge.

A quarter of an hour after noon, the hazy lines on the surface of the giant sun began to become clear. Two parallel convoys appeared on the wide avenue leading to the castle. One convoy was hung with Anzu's sword and shield emblem, and the other was hung with Typhon's Shield and crown banner.

The soldiers on both sides of the road began to get nervous, and a low-pitched noise of armor blades rubbing against each other sounded around. Silas Lauren also tensed up his muscles, staring intently at the two convoys that were heading towards the gate of the castle—— He didn't know which carriage the king was in, or which carriage Typhon's emperor was in, but he knew that in every carriage there were at least two high-ranking knights and a high-ranking mage, and the whole The convoy also has two legendary powerhouses guarding it. With such tight protection, theoretically, there will be no problems.

But he still can't help but get nervous, after all, this is the moment that decides the fate of two countries.

——The king is guarded by the strong directly under the royal family. He, the Duke of the Eastern Region, is responsible for the safety of the entire Treaty Fort.

Nothing happened. Under the gaze of Silas Rollen, Belk Rollen, and Andersa Wendell on the opposite side, the convoys of the rulers of the two countries and their ministers drove into the gate of the Fort of the Treaty .

Fifteen minutes later, the heavy gate of the Fort of the Treaty closed slowly, and above the castle, the skylight on the dome of the main building opened, and two beams of bright magic light passed through the skylight and shot straight into the sky.

Seeing those two beams of light, Duke Lauren was slightly relieved.

That was the signal released by the legendary strongmen who entered the castle for personal protection—King Anzu and Emperor Typhon each had a legendary spellcaster beside them. After entering the castle, they would use their vitality and the monarch they were loyal Linked together, and then sent a signal to the skylight on the dome, as long as the signal beam is still there, it means that the hearts of the two rulers of Anzu and Typhon are still beating.

Next, according to the previously negotiated meeting process, the monarchs of the two countries will first have a half-day face-to-face secret meeting, and then open and formal negotiations will be held, including Silas Lauren, the Duke of the Eastern Territory, will also attend After the negotiation process, and finally under the witness of everyone, the two countries will conclude a formal peace treaty.

Silas Lauren thought about the process of the next meeting in his heart, and raised his head slightly, watching the two signal beams above the castle that shot directly into the sky and aroused everyone's emotions.

A small bird flew by in the clear sky. It seemed to be curious about the two unusual light beams. It circled a few times between the beams, and then uttered a melodious song. While circling, it headed to a higher place Fly away, and disappeared at the end of Duke Lauren's sight.

The birds chirping over the Fort of Treaty... Maybe this is a symbol of peace.

Although a warrior, Duke Silas Loren, who occasionally has poetic thoughts, sighed slightly in his heart.

Chapter 0377 Solderling's Exploration

Cecil Territory, the deep layer of the rebel fortress, the southern region.

The brilliance of the portable magic spar lamp illuminated the gloomy and dark passageway of the ruins. With the advancement of the light, the crisp sound of the combat boots stepping on the stone floor broke the eternal silence of this corridor for thousands of years.

A soldier wearing light armor came out from the corner of the corridor. The armor on this soldier was different from the armor of most combat professions in this era. It looked like a close-fitting soft leather armor , but key positions such as the chest, waist and abdomen are covered with solid steel plates, and on the back of the soldier, you can also see a small "luggage" that looks like a miniature version of a combat backpack. On the left wrist of the soldier, you can also see To a device that looks like a light military magic terminal.

This outfit is like a lighter version of Cecil's standard infantry suit today.

On the soldier's head was a helmet with a strange shape. The full-coverage helmet was made of metal, which not only covered the entire head, but even the eyes were covered. There should have been an observation gap in the visor On the screen, only two dark red crystal lattices can be seen, like some kind of goggles or viewfinder. At this moment, the "goggles" made of crystals are emitting a faint red magic light.

The magic spar light that illuminates the corridor is emitted from the front of the military magic terminal equipped in the soldier’s left hand—the highly versatile magic terminal can be equipped with various expansion modules. The simplification of low-level magic circles continued to deepen. After the initial version of the thermal energy ray gun, modules such as force field shields, arcane missile launchers, and electric energy spears were quickly developed, and the structures were simpler and energy-intensive. Of course, cheaper lighting devices have also become the standard configuration of magic terminals.The light is constant and bright, and the magic spar lamp, which is not easy to extinguish and cause fire like a torch, is a must-have function for exploring in dark areas.

The soldier scanned the situation in the corridor ahead with the light in his hand, and then pressed the helmet's temple, the red crystal "goggles" then dimmed and gradually became a transparent ordinary crystal. A deep voice came from under the visor: "There is no abnormal magic reaction."

More footsteps came from the rear, and a dozen soldiers with the same equipment came out. The light of the magic spar lamp made this corridor bright like daylight, and then Soldering, dressed in a hunting suit, walked among the soldiers , the high-level ranger inspected the soldiers' attire and actions, and nodded slightly: "Yes, maintain this state, and explore forward cautiously. Dom, how does it feel to use the goggles?"

"It's... wonderful." Dom was the soldier who was in charge of the investigation just now. He shook his head and touched the crystal chips in front of his eyes with his hands. "It turns out that this is the field of vision when mages observe magic power... ..."

Soldering glanced at the soldier: "I didn't make you sigh."

"Yes!" Dom hurriedly stood at attention, "The field of vision is very clear, and you can see the relatively obvious flow of magic power, but there are many light spots jumping around in the field of vision, and it will be very uncomfortable to watch for a long time... and this helmet is a bit stuffy."

"This is a test product. Everyone's helmet has different nuances. I will record the questions you raised and let the technicians modify them." Soldering nodded, "We will move on."

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded in unison, then straightened out their advance exploration queue, and continued to walk cautiously along the corridor.

Solderin was still walking at the end of the team, keeping an eye out for those dark corners where the lights could not illuminate.

With his strength as a high-level ranger, this position is enough to take care of the entire team—even in an emergency.

Seeing these "Iron Rangers" equipped with various magical weapons, from appearance to combat style to action mode, they are completely different from any conventional arms in this era, and the high-ranking ranger is deeply moved.

The weapons and equipment of these soldiers are all newly designed, and before they are actually dressed, these things have undergone a series of tests and verifications in the laboratory-due to the existence of a master metal craftsman like Nicholas Egg, this The production to testing of such advanced equipment was incredibly fast. In addition, some of the equipment of the Iron Rangers was actually a modification of the mature technology already in the territory, so these verified equipment soon reached the hands of the soldiers.

According to Gao Wen, the industrial production in the territory should not rely too much on the ability of Nicholas Egg, but should realize the self-sustainability of the industrial chain and realize "free from plug-in" (although no one knows what that "plug-in" means), but in When trying to produce some samples, or configuring equipment for special units like the "Iron Ranger", Nicholas Egg is still an indispensable helper.

It is also due to the efforts of Mr. Nicholas Egg that Soldering was able to see the fully armed appearance of his Iron Rangers so early (although several key equipments are still under development, there is no finished product at present), And see how incredible the power of these so-called "magic weapons" is.

Now, he fully understands why Gao Wen is obsessed with producing a large number of cheap magic devices that can be used by ordinary people. This road...is really feasible.

While he was thinking, a soldier's report came to Soldering's ears: "Sir, there is an isolation gate ahead, which is very large in scale, and there is a magic reaction left. It may...may be a Type I gate!"

Solderin immediately raised his head and looked towards the passage ahead.

At the end of the wide ancient but still solid ancient corridor, a dead black door can clearly be seen blocking the way ahead.

Soldering remembered the information he had obtained when he handed over to Byron - in this ancient "rebellious fortress", there were various isolation corridors and isolation gates, and these gates were divided according to their functions and sizes. There are three types. Type III gates are ordinary doors in various areas of the fortress, usually the entrances and exits of various rooms. Most of them have lost power, but because of their weak strength and simple structure, they can be cracked (or destroyed) by technology; They are the isolation gates used to separate various areas of the fortress. These gates are larger and stronger, but the backup energy is basically still in operation. Most of them can be opened by using the unlocking method provided by Kamel; Class I gates are the largest, The gate on the main passage, this kind of gate...

Only a few have been found so far, located in the entrance hall of the ruins, and they are the entrances and exits of the Fortress of Disobedience.

Soldering's eyes became serious. He waved his hand to signal the soldiers to get closer to him, and then he took the lead and walked in front of the gate.

After getting close enough, he was even more sure of the soldier's judgment——

This door is very large, located at the end of a large corridor that is suspected to be the main passage. An ancient identification device can be seen beside the gate, and the entire door seems to be cast from purple steel...

This is not an ordinary door used to divide areas, but a main isolation door.

They reached the southern end of the Rebel Keep?

It's over so soon?

Solderin was a little surprised. He knew the scale of this fortress was huge, and there were hidden unknown areas one after another in the depths of the endless dark corridors, so when he set out to explore, he was ready to take long-term actions in it. , but today is only the sixth day he has entered the fortress, and there are still four days before the limit of a week of exploration - he has reached the southern end of the fortress?

"Keep vigilant - light, illuminate all dark places, odd-numbered team members, open the detection eyepiece, even-numbered team members, assist in observation."

Solderin quickly issued a series of instructions, and the soldiers quickly responded. All corners of this wide corridor were then illuminated by the bright radiance from the magic spar lamp, and Solderin I came to the heavy ancient purple steel gate alone, and looked up at the words engraved on the gate.

Soldering can recognize the ancient Gondor script, and there is a line of signs on the gate:

"Ahead, the Shadow Experimental Field."