Chapter 1043 North and South

The clear and cloudless winter night sky is full of stars twinkling, and the starlight from the distant space shines through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows in Gao Wen's room. Leaving a long projection behind, Gawain put on his pajamas, came to the floor-to-ceiling window, raised his head and stared at the night sky for a long time.

He was completely awake, and finally determined that he was not dreaming just now - the cold night made him more awake, and at the same time, he recalled the image data sent to him by the satellite just now.

In the somewhat distorted surveillance screen, he saw a few blurry shadows. One was the closest and looked like some kind of aircraft. It seemed to be passing the satellite at high speed. I wonder if it was an illusion. Gawain always felt that The thing had a "sneaky" appearance; the other shadows were a little further away, some of them looked triangular, and the last one was extra large, its outline... Gawain couldn't help but have a lot of associations. .

"What is it..."

Gawain grunted subconsciously, and at the same time focused again, communicating with the monitoring satellites in space.

The connection was very smooth. With the concentration of mental power, Gawain soon felt that his field of vision had entered the height of the satellite. He "opened his eyes" and manipulated the optical sensor monitoring the satellite to search around, trying to find those uninvited guests. In the limited view of the surveillance satellite, however, he ultimately found nothing.

Those things may have left - it can't be an illusion anyway, after all, the image data are all there, and it is impossible to produce an "illusion" with satellite monitoring.

After thinking for a while, Gawain switched the direction of the mental connection again, and with a slight dizziness, he came to a system with a higher position and a wider viewing angle-he entered the monitoring system of Cang Qiong Station.

The field of vision of the sky station and the monitoring satellite are slightly different, and have higher controllability. Gawain hoped that this thing recorded more content, but he did not expect too much.

Fortunately, it wasn't for nothing—while visiting a recent record at Cangqiong Station, a giant shadow suddenly appeared in the video before him.

Gawain immediately stopped the picture, and then moved it back frame by frame. After a slightly difficult operation, he finally captured a clearer silhouette—when he saw the shape of the giant shadow, He was finally sure that the associations he had made when he saw the blurry images from the satellite were correct.

That thing... looks like an extraordinarily bizarre dragon, made of machinery, covered with a sophisticated and biologically-featured alloy shell, with an engine pack mounted under its wings.

Even Gawain himself, who is conceited and imaginative, has never imagined anything similar.

After confirming the surveillance records again, Gawain withdrew from the connection with the space facility. He stood in front of the wide French window, his mind fluctuating.

Something appeared in space... This impacted him no less than when he heard the God-killing Battle Report recorded in the Eternal Slate. Since the coffin was unveiled, he has rarely felt this kind of nervousness, and was even slightly at a loss. When he was at a loss, and after confirming that one of those things looked like some kind of "mechanical dragon", he had a lot of messy thoughts in addition to his nervousness, and he thought of Tarr who had suddenly lost contact with him. Lund, thinking of Melita Purnia, who was in an unknown condition, and Enya, the dragon god, who seemed to be a little wrong before leaving. In his wild thoughts, he had a lot of guesses and thoughts...

No matter what happened in Tal Lund, no matter what happened in space, at least in Cecil City tonight... Gawain had a very rare insomnia.

...

When the first ray of light in the morning shines in the lush ancestral woodland, the glorious and ancient elven empire gradually wakes up from the night.

The Elf King City located deep in the forest is bathed in the morning light. This beautiful city with a large number of white high walls and streamlined roofs is like a dazzling jewel inlaid in the dense forest. Connected to each other, a sparkling river runs through the city, and in the middle of the river, in the center of the city, the pure white elf royal court is supported in the air by one hundred and seventy-seven rib-like curved skeletons, suspended in the river. , overlooking the whole city.

On a bridge at the highest point of the Elven Court, Belsetia Morningstar was walking slowly through the royal walkway inlaid with shards of spar, followed by her high-ranking maids and trusted courtiers.

A breeze was blowing from the direction of the forest, and there was a low hum in the sky. Belsetia raised her head and saw a huge shadow slowly drifting across the sky on the west side - the Sanctuary of the Stars The low-speed cruise mode flew over the king's city. From this angle, she could see the bottom of the ancient temple. She saw that the armor belt made of high-strength alloy was lined up with anti-gravity engines one after another, some of which had been Going out, other engines are releasing a constant light blue or light white halo, and a trickle of magic power is swimming in the base of the Temple of the Stars, like blood surging in arteries.

"Is the routine maintenance of the Temple of the Stars over..." The Silver Queen whispered to herself, "It really took a long time this time... Winter is almost over."

The high-level astrologist Vilania Silverstar who followed behind the side immediately responded: "Yes, because this time we try to use the magic net power device and arcane constriction device shared by the Cecil people to enhance the stars. The core power of the temple, which involves dismantling and remodeling the power compartments deep inside the temple—the project is bigger and takes longer than in previous years.”

"A bold transformation, there are many opponents, but fortunately everything went well in the end," Bersetia nodded, "now those opposition voices have finally disappeared."

"Actually, I can understand those who oppose opening the deep power cabin," the high-level astrologist said with some emotion, "They are experienced scholars like me, but they are more cautious - they actually recognize human development. However, it is very risky to rashly transform the core structure of the Temple of the Stars, and they are just worried that the risk will get out of control.”

"Relax, I don't blame those people, their original intention is to protect the wealth of the empire," Belsetia smiled, her eyes slowly moving with the temple of stars that had crossed over the city, "The past two years I had to sit on the 'Seat of Throne' almost half of the time here, the agony of those ancient machines kept me awake all night, and now it's nice to know that their pain can be alleviated— Astrologer, are those transformations really effective?"

"It wasn't enough to restore the Sanctuary of the Stars to its glory, but it did curb the decline of the core power system. As you can see, the extra power units relieved pressure on almost all systems, especially some of the aging antigravity engines. There's a chance to breathe -- that means we've got a chance to do a more thorough repair," Verania smiled, the venerable great astrologist clearly in a good mood, "I'm not in a good mood yet. I can promise to fix it, but it's a good start."

"So it's wise for us to cooperate with Cecil in technology - humans are more creative than us, and they have indeed found a way that no one has traveled before," Belsetia said, pausing. "Then it's time for us to respond to another invitation they sent the other day."

Valentian Jingu, the Imperial Minister of the Empire, who was standing behind Belsetia, whispered: "About the invitation to witness the signing of the peace agreement between Cecil and Typhon at Sentinel No. 112 in the northeast..."

"And the invitation to join the 'Civilization Community Alliance'," Queen Silver glanced at her chief minister, "This is the more important thing."

"...The parliament has discussed it, and there are still some different voices," the first minister pondered the words, "mainly depends on the stability and reliability of this unprecedented 'alliance' that includes all races and countries, Gawain Sisi Whether what I have promised is feasible, and whether our interests after joining this coalition are equal to the risks and responsibilities we need to take. Especially the last one, the lawmakers have discussed very…”

"Pride." Belsetia said lightly.

The chief minister was a little surprised: "...Your Majesty?"

"It's just arrogance," Belsetia said. "For seven hundred years, the Silver Empire has become the most powerful country on this continent. We have assumed the role of the former Empire of Gondor and dominated many things— —It's starting to get printed in so many people's minds that it's hard for them to accept that the dominance of a thing is in someone else's hands."

"... Although your evaluation is pertinent, it is too sharp," the Minister of the First Assistant said helplessly. "The starting point of most members is still based on the interests of the empire."

"Of course, this is a prerequisite for their existence, and I still believe it," Bersetia nodded, "so I also believe that they will discuss the results soon, and I will not urge on this point. But you... Valentian, I want to hear your thoughts on this matter."

The chief minister thought for a moment, then raised his head: "I tend to accept the invitation of the Cecil people - not only accept, but also actively move closer to this new alliance, and try to show the silver empire in the process of its formation as much as possible. influence and size to secure our important seat in this new alliance in the future."

"Oh?" Belsetia gave Valentian a somewhat unexpected look, "I didn't expect you to take this matter so seriously."

The first minister was silent for a moment, then organized the language and said: "In the past two years, the Gaoling Kingdom has established a trade route with the Typhon Empire, and all the trading areas have shown an incredible development speed. On the one hand, we are also conducting economic and technical exchanges with the Typhons and Cecilians, and you can also see the feedback we receive - there are signs that the order of the entire Loren continent is reorganizing , the once disintegrated human kingdom is re-establishing a close relationship, and this time, even the dwarves, orcs and other tribes in the west and the dragonborn in the north have also been pulled into this new order...

"This new order has taken shape, and its trend is irreversible, especially now that even Cecil and Typhon have chosen to coexist peacefully after the war, which shows that the last obstacle to the integration of the north and south and east and west of the Loren continent has been removed. For the Silver Empire, we can neither destroy this trend without reason, nor avoid it. Since it is necessary to make changes to the old tradition of being alone, we might as well join it - with the influence of the empire, We can secure our important seat in this new alliance and thus continue to maintain the Silver Empire's position in the southern part of the continent..."

Belsetia listened carefully to Valentian's thoughts - the other party didn't actually say it very deeply, after all, this is just the trail outside the Elf Royal Court, not the royal council room where the Silver Queen handles government affairs, but even so, he It also clarifies the distribution of interests behind the whole thing very well.

A smile finally appeared on the Queen's face.

"Very well, Valentian," she nodded approvingly, "you said it very well."

"It's just some immature opinions," Valentian lowered his head. "In addition, there are actually many members of the parliament who have similar views to me."

"This shows that there are still a lot of smart people in our council," Belsetia said with a smile, and then she changed the subject, "Anyway, no matter what the outcome of their discussion on this matter, there is one thing that is not in doubt. ——The peace agreement between Cecil and Typhon needs to be witnessed by the elves. We did a similar testimony seven hundred years ago, and this time there is no reason to refuse.”

"Yes," Valentian said, "there's a consensus on that."

"Then start preparing from now," Bersetia nodded, "I will go to Post 112 in person to witness this."

When her voice fell, Vilania Silver Star on the side immediately subconsciously showed a surprised expression, but Valentian, the chief minister, did not respond much - it seems that this minister who has been following the Silver Queen for many years He had expected Belsetia to make such a decision from the beginning, and had already made a targeted plan, he just nodded: "Understood, I will arrange this matter."

"Very good," Belsetia showed a satisfied expression, and then she glanced at the sky at the end of the city - the splendid giant sun has completely risen above the forest, and the corona covered with wood grains is gently shining on the king city, "walking The time is over—you go to the council chamber first, and I'll be there later."

The chief minister, high-level astrologists, and several other vassals immediately took orders. They stepped back half a step and said neatly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The vassals left, and only the Silver Queen and her two high-ranking maids were left on the trail hanging high in the sky.

"Let's go too," Belsetia said to the maid beside her, "don't make the courtiers wait too long."

The two maids followed in her footsteps, and after walking for a short distance, one of the maids finally couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, do you really want to go to the north in person?"

Belsetia slowed down. She glanced at the maid who had been with her since childhood and had a very close relationship with her, with a smile on her face: "Aren't you looking forward to seeing Uncle Gawain?"

"That's not true. It's just a bit of an accident. The northern outpost is much farther than the outpost when the Holy Covenant was concluded 700 years ago."

"The disintegrated human beings are reunited—it's worth a long trip," Belsetia said slowly, with a hint of contemplation on her face. "And... there are some things I want to confirm with my own eyes."

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