Chapter 1035 Invitation

Elven outpost in the wasteland frontier.

If it wasn't for Solderling's reminder, Gawain would never have thought of this - even though he did know about the existence of this outpost.

In fact, when Cecil was still a principality, Gawain first successfully established contact with the Silver Empire far to the southern tip of the continent, relying on the transfer of this outpost—that was a few years ago.

"The Farstrider Sentinel of the Silver Empire is a permanent neutral stronghold. From the distant Gondor era to the kingdom era after the second reclamation, this has been recognized by all countries for thousands of years," Solderin said on the side. " Judging from the current situation, this crucial armistice negotiation has some problems no matter where it is held, it might as well be carried out at the Elven outpost northwest of Shadowswamp. And on the other hand, the elves are also very suitable witnesses... ...at least in terms of long lifespans, we're pretty sure of witnessing contracts over a thousand years."

Gawain admitted that he had not considered this idea before, but when he heard Soldering's words, he suddenly felt that it made some sense: "... Seven hundred years ago, the pioneer laws of the nations were also witnessed by the elves. concluded under..."

"So what's your opinion?" Salderling looked at Gawain, "Do you agree?"

Gawain pondered for a while, and after half a minute he nodded lightly: "This is the most suitable plan at present... I personally agree, but this matter does not only need my approval. Send the message. Go to Winterhold and see if the Typhons also agree with this matter - in addition, you need to contact the Silver Empire to see what Belsetia thinks."

"The Empress must be very happy to bear this testimony," Soldrin said confidently, but nodded anyway, "Of course, I will report this to Her Majesty Belsetia."

Gao Wen snorted, but his serious expression did not relax much, but fell into thought again, Amber on the side noticed the change in his expression, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter? What else do you think is wrong? ?"

Gawain woke up from his deep thoughts, and he shook his head: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just..."

As he spoke, he looked at the map hanging on the wall not far from the hall—it was a map that included the entire territory of Typhon and Cecil, as well as some of the surrounding countries. On that, The kingdoms of mortals are intertwined, huge empires, scattered kingdoms, and city-states attached to big countries...all are clearly marked. Gawain's eyes swept across those old and young names, and his eyes became profound.

"Maybe... we shouldn't just settle for a truce negotiation..."

"Not just an armistice negotiation?" Amber felt a little confused about Gawain's thoughts.

She scratched her hair, "Ah, is that the story you told me before, that you threw the cup in the middle of the negotiation, and then jumped in from the side window and five hundred white knights with power hammers took the whole All the tables in the venue were raised..."

"Stop, stop..." Gawain's grand plan was halfway through, when the half-elf disrupted the rhythm. He hurriedly called to stop and regretted from the bottom of his heart that he shouldn't have taught the shame of all things so much. Shaohua—of course he would still do it after he regretted it, but at least at this moment he really regretted it, "I shouldn't have taught you all this mess... I almost lost my way of thinking."

Amber didn't care at all: "Then what do you mean?"

"We have resisted a divine disaster." The experience of the old ancestors over the past few years came in handy, and Gawain quickly returned to his serious appearance. He spoke slowly, and his messy thoughts were quickly sorted out, "The two human empires have taken the whole country together. It should be a momentous moment in the history of all mortals - and it should not be a mere mention A 'result' of the war between two human kingdoms, Feng and Cecil."

Amber blinked and didn't seem to have reacted yet, but Solderling, who was beside him, caught Gawain's train of thought: "You want to... use this divine disaster to promote the 'disobedience' plan around the world. ?"

"No, we can't directly push for disobedience—for people in the world who don't know the truth, this plan is too radical, and the terrifying truth behind it will scare away many potential allies in advance," Gawain shook his head, "but we It is indeed possible to use this opportunity to make the mainland countries more clearly aware of the existence of the crisis, to unite more people, and to prepare more people - the fall of the God of War will soon have an impact, and the corresponding The magical technique will fail, the related mental seal will disappear, and all countries will soon realize the lack of the god of war, so this divine disaster itself cannot be concealed, so we might as well make it public."

"...To be honest, for many people, the impact of this incident is probably not as mild as the 'disobedience plan'," Soldrin sighed with a wry smile, "but I still agree with your point of view - we should Make things bigger."

"We need to prepare two meetings," Gawain nodded. "One is our truce with Typhon, and the other... We need to invite as many allies as possible, and we need to establish a new international order. And international relations that bring everyone together — of course, it's too early to say, but I think we can get started."

Gawain explained his thoughts in detail, and what he told Soldrin at this moment was by no means a whim—he had already had this idea a long time ago, and even discussed it with Hetty and others in detail. Second-rate.

In his opinion, this world is really not a mild and bright paradise. The existence of divine disasters, black traps and magic tides is a disaster for mortals at any historical stage, even if they are legendary powerhouses and a country. Monarch, he will always feel trembling in such a world, let alone ordinary people in this world.

Facing this unfriendly world, Gawain never considered himself strong. On the contrary, he frankly admitted his weakness, even the weakness of the entire group of mortals. The survivability of the entire group of mortals in the face of disasters - when a disaster like the magic tide comes, the survival of a few strong or lucky people is meaningless. Only if civilization survives, the group of mortals can be considered alive.

This was the realization he had when he led a group of refugees to set up their first tent on the banks of the Baishui River. To this day, this original intention has not changed.

And in order to realize his overly huge "ambition", he must push his ideal order to the whole world - once, such an idea seemed arrogant and naive, but now, he has seen the first step. opportunity.

Gawain raised his head and looked to the northeast. Through a window in the corner of the hall, the snow-capped peaks of the Winterfort Mountains vaguely appeared in his field of vision: "Now, let's see if our 'neighbors' are willing to join us. Let’s welcome this new era together.”

...

The devastation caused by the war was horrific, and even the mighty and sturdy mountain fortresses were devastated in the aftermath of the disaster.

The city walls as white as ice crystals were stained with charred black, the towers and flags around the castle collapsed and collapsed, the majestic Winter Fort still stood on the high mountains, but a full quarter of the fortress structure had been destroyed by the previous big explosion—— The remaining three-quarters stood facing the cold wind. Between the dilapidated courtyard and the corridors and pillars that were about to collapse, the dusty and soot-covered mages were busy repairing them.

They are trying to prevent the fort from collapsing as much as possible, and try to use magic to re-fortify and fill in its broken walls and main buildings. Due to the huge waste energy that permeates the entire Winterhold fortress, it is difficult for the mages to concentrate. , This repair work is not going well, but at least so far, the main hall of the castle and several surrounding corridors have been safe.

The black-haired and black-dressed maid walks in the cracked and dusty corridor, and the short-heeled boots make crisp footsteps on the stone floor. Although the surroundings are messy, she is still as elegant as walking in an obsidian palace. Calm, that delicate face concealed all changes in expression, as it has been for many years in the past - no one could guess from the face of the headmaid Diana, a lady who had been loyal to the Augustus family for hundreds of years. What are you thinking about.

After passing through the foyer and corridor, and through two small empty rooms, she came to the living room that she had just cleaned out. Rosetta Augustus was sitting on a back chair with a dark red cushion, and she seemed to be what to think about.

"Master," Diana walked towards Emperor Rosetta, "I'm back."

"Welcome back, this trip has been hard work," Rosetta looked at the black-haired maid and nodded slightly, "It seems that the Cecilians did not embarrass you."

Diana folded her hands in front of her waist and said meticulously, "Gawain Cecil is a man of reason, and his officers abide by the rules."

Rosetta looked into Diana's eyes: "Tell me about your experience with the Cecil - is there anything worth reporting?"

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in Diana's eyes, she opened her mouth, but hesitated at the last moment before speaking, and this brief hesitation made Rosetta a little surprised immediately - since he could remember, he had never Having seen this "Lady of Steel" will have such a "hesitating" reaction!

But after a while, Diana still spoke: "Beside Gawain Cecil, there are 'remainders' who have survived from the ancient Gondor era."

"...It's not surprising," Rosetta tapped the table lightly, and said with a natural expression, "Only the information we have so far, there is at least one Great Demon from the Gondor era among Cecil's technicians. Mentor——As a 'pioneering hero' who was resurrected from 700 years ago, Gawain Cecil himself is even a Gondor remnant, and the Gondor heritage in his hands exceeds everyone else.

"But...you brought this up so deliberately, I guess the Gondor survivors who appeared beside Gawain are not ordinary people, right?"

"... Ophelia Norton," said Diana, "Royal of the Starfire Age of Gondor, Legionnaire of the Iron Man, one of the leaders of the rebels, a cutting-edge technician—her name is now Veronica ·Moen, who is the princess of the old Anzu. This is some kind of soul immortality technology, but the relevant details are missing in my database."

Rosetta's light tapping on the table stopped, and he sat there with a blank face, motionless like a black iron sculpture for the next few seconds.

"Master?" Diana looked at each other. "What did you think of?"

Rosetta's fingers that were in the air finally landed on the table, and he sighed with a subtle expression: "To be honest... I'm starting to envy our neighbors."

Diana thought for a while and reminded: "You have said similar things before."

"But this time is different," Rosetta shook her head, "I don't just envy the resources Gawain Cecil has in his hands, I envy even more... His keen thinking and perspective on things, these qualities Let the resources in his hands always be able to play a greater role."

There was a hint of confusion in Diana's expression very humanly: "Why do you say that?"

"You just got back, the news is a little behind," Rosetta said, picking up a transcribed document from the table and handing it to Diana, "Before you set foot in the castle, the Cecilians sent the We delivered this."

Diana took the document curiously, and scanned the contents in an instant, Rosetta on the side continued: "In addition to the armistice, Gawain Cecil also mentioned another He hopes to use this war, which has attracted the attention of the entire continent, to reveal the threat of divine disaster, and use the influence of Cecil and Typhon's respective settlement areas to establish a huge of... an order that spans the entire continent."

"...an ambitious idea," Diana put down the document and commented pertinently, "but at this point in time, it is possible to realize it - although according to my calculations, not all countries will respond to his call, but as long as If some countries are willing to join, this 'alliance' will have the power to shock the world. For those countries that are far from this war, the threat of disaster may not be so clear, but the economic benefits of joining this alliance are Obvious."

"Yeah, obviously, and the Cecils have always had great economics," Rosetta said. "They're bound to make good use of their strengths."

Having said this, he suddenly smiled and shook his head: "When many people's minds are still stuck in siege and occupation, he has already begun to plan a new order for the world."

"So what do you think?" Diana looked up, watching Rosetta's reaction quietly.

"...he said he was not an idealist, but now he has put in front of me a very ideal vision, I want to face this 'invitation' with absolute rationality, but unfortunately, the world is not fully rational The..." Rosetta sighed softly, or praised, "Sometimes we need to take a little risk to face the challenges of the future - this invitation, I accept."

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