Chapter 1199 Returning Home in Autumn

The latest website: The investigation on the power of the death of all things in the wasteland has reached a bottleneck, but this does not mean that the empires outside the magnificent wall will stop their counterattack against the wasteland—on the contrary, they are Because the situation inside the wall is completely unknown, this puts extra pressure on several great empires, making them more urgent to penetrate the wasteland, even if it is only to establish an initial advance base.

Thus, the action of the mortal kingdoms to counterattack the wasteland began.

In the south of the mainland, the Silver Empire has united with the Gaoling Kingdom to establish a huge ranger force, and began to advance northward along the border forest with the giant guardian tree, gradually compressing the polluted area outside the magnificent wall, while in the north of the mainland And in the northeast direction, Typhon and Cecil have mobilized a lot of manpower and material resources, and started to build several railways running through the polluted area, preparing to use these "steel arteries" as fulcrums to pry open the solid pollution barriers around the wasteland.

The Great Architect Gordon stood on the watchtower of the first wall of the South Gate Fortress, his eyes fell on the edge of the Black Forest in the distance. In the depths of the forest, he could see some faint man-made structures rising from those towering twisted Protruding from among the trees, its metal or crystal spires shine brightly in the sun, like jewels inlaid in the forest, connecting one after another into lines, pointing far away in the direction of the magnificent wall.

Those are the outposts set up in the Black Forest, the exposed spiers of the mana broadcast towers or shield generators in the outposts.

In the past days, many people believed that the Black Forest was a dead land that cut off life for human beings. The countries were discouraged before the blockade of the Black Forest, because of the high cost, huge risk and low cost of fighting the Black Forest. However, there are two exceptions. One is the Typhon Empire, which has always maintained the warning zone of the western wasteland, and the other is Cecil, which has always regarded counterattacking the wasteland as its goal. In comparison, the Cecilians have gone even further than Typhon in this regard.

As early as the Ansu era before the establishment of the Cecil Empire, in the joint repair and reinforcement of the magnificent wall by various countries, Cecil used heavy incinerators and armored troops to forcibly open up in the Black Forest. A road that leads directly to the wasteland, and after the joint operation that year, this original "temporary passage" was not abandoned, but instead received long-term maintenance and a series of "additions". Based on this road, the construction corps stationed at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains continued to expand the control area of ​​the South Gate Fortress, and built a series of outposts and supply nodes along the road. The control area extended southward to At the foot of the Sentinel Tower.

Today, this long-term project finally has the time to play a major role.

The "Sentry Road" in the Black Forest will become the basis for marching into the wasteland. The energy stations, military stations and supply nodes set up along the way will be used to provide important support for the follow-up engineering troops. A charging railway with the highest standard so far will start from Depart from the South Gate Fortress, all the way through the Black Forest and the banded plains around the Sentinel Tower,

Go straight to the foot of the magnificent wall, and then the steel fortresses and legions of the empire will reach the territory of the ancient country of Gondor through this steel artery, where the first advance base for human counterattack against the wasteland will be established.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Gordon looked back at the Black Forest. He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a short, muscular colleague in a thick black coat walking towards him. come.

That was Bruce Panshi, an outstanding craftsman who was promoted to become a great architect two years ago. This master engineer with dwarf blood was once one of the members of the "Hundred People Aid Reconstruction Group" who came to the southern border during the Cecil Territory. In the restoration project of the magnificent wall, the engineering team led by him shined brilliantly (this is also an important reason why he was promoted to become a great architect), and in the next counterattack on the waste soil, this man who is very familiar with the "contamination area construction" An experienced technologist will also be one of the key heads of the engineering department, which will undoubtedly be a privilege.

"Hey, Gordon," Bruce raised his hand and greeted Gordon, his voice was as loud as thunder in the mountains, "Did you see the first echelon of engineering assembled in the square? Those earth element resonance guides, large ones The lifting mechanism, and the shiny mechanical cabin! Let me tell you, I like our new mission, and now the most advanced construction machinery in the empire has been sent here!"

"I saw it, of course I saw it, I've been watching it all morning," Gordon shrugged, "and we have to watch it for a longer time - build a railway from here to the wasteland area It's not an easy project."

"We already have a road, in the Black Forest - with the stations along the way, all the preliminary survey and logistics supply work will be easier," Bruce came to Gordon, his face flushed , "I dare say that the progress of the Typhon people must be slower than ours this time-they are also building a railway from Winter Wolf Castle to the wasteland area, but they have not built in the Black Forest in the past few years There are so many supply stations and energy stations, and after the battle of Winterhold, they don't have so many engineering mages now..."

"According to the information I received, they have sent 12,000 engineering mages to the Black Forest, Bruce," Gordon glanced at the loud colleague, "there are 8,000 more on the way."

Bruce's flushed face suddenly became a little stiff, and after being stunned in the cold wind for a while, the architect with dwarf blood couldn't help muttering: "Damn rich...damn money ability..."

"Look at it, think about the current situation - it is a good thing for us that the Typhon people can put so much effort into this matter," Gordon said unhurriedly, as the earliest follower One of Gawain Cecil's technicians, he has been in contact with almost all large-scale projects in the empire, and has learned about many "big plans" formulated by His Majesty, and now he naturally has a different perspective, "Counterattacking the wasteland is not a A matter of state, the more reinforcements surround us after the vanguard reaches the Great Wall, the safer the fighters and engineers will be."

Bruce touched his nose: "...Damn, what you said really makes sense."

Gordon grinned. He looked at the gate under the high wall and saw that the vehicles of the engineering team had started to drive out. He said casually: "Instead of studying this troublesome 'situation issue', I I suddenly remembered a joke that I often saw on the anonymous version of Cecil on the neural network recently..."

Bruce rubbed his red nose: "What joke?"

"How many of these things we personally experienced today will become the 'full-text recitation' in students' textbooks a few years later," Gordon laughed, "Look at the convoys under your feet, and think about your past few days. The plan you submitted today, especially the big paragraph you wrote in front of the plan... what kind of content, I think there will definitely be a page of you in the future history books. Seriously, just focus on this You should write those things shorter, too."

"Whatever," Bruce muttered, "it's not my back anyway..."

Gordon shrugged his shoulders, ignoring what his colleagues muttered in a low voice, while Bruce on the side felt a little bored. In the increasingly cold autumn wind, this robust man with dwarf blood poked his head and looked in the direction of the Black Forest. His gaze swept across the lush and distorted plants, and then slowly moved to the relatively desolate "unpolluted areas" near the fortress. A green tree that looked extraordinarily lush suddenly caught his eyes, making his eyes widen slightly. .

"Hey, Gordon," he touched the elbow of his colleague beside him, "the forest didn't seem so lush a few days ago, right? Why does it seem to have suddenly sprung up these days?"

"Is it that exaggerated?" Gordon glanced over there, not paying much attention to his words, "It's just a forest, and it's still outside the polluted area of ​​the Black Forest. We sent someone to check it once before, and those are just It's just an ordinary plant, not the kind of pollution product in the black forest that is saturated with magic energy, corrupted and poisoned."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "However, the forest grows really fast... It is probably also partially affected by the Black Forest. After all, this is the edge of the polluted area, and most of the animals and plants are a bit weird , There are many twisted and mutated animals and plants in the Dark Mountains."

"It's also possible..."

...

The autumn wind blew across the freshly cleaned street, rolling the decorative banners hanging in front of the shops facing the street nearby. Pea walked on the wide "Knight Street" with two books just borrowed from the library. On the street, when a gust of wind suddenly blew by, she subconsciously narrowed her eyes and looked up to the other side of the street.

Although it is autumn now, the roadside trees planted in this block are all special varieties cultivated by druids. They grow in the southern border of the empire, but they are as resistant to cold weather as their northern relatives. In the past, some leaves fell from the treetops, but it did not affect the overall lushness, and I don't know if it was an illusion. Since the temperature dropped in autumn, not only did the plants in this block show no signs of wilting, but some of them looked younger than in midsummer. It will also flourish.

Pea blinked her eyes, but she was not an expert in the field of plants, so she quickly put this insignificant phenomenon behind her, but the colder weather made her think of one thing:

It has been a long time since my father went to the north to perform missions. He didn't come back for this year's Recovery Festival, or even last year's Harvest Festival and Relief Festival. Now that summer is coming and autumn is coming... Calculate the date, he should be back soon, right?

Some thoughts appeared in her heart, and the artificial nerve cord attached to the back of Pea's head also squirmed slightly according to the emotional changes. At this moment, a whistling wind and a low growl suddenly came from the air, causing her to raise her head in surprise. Come.

A huge and mighty figure pierced the sky, passing quickly over the northern urban area. The figure was shrouded in a layer of golden brilliance in the bright sunlight of the huge sun, and the edges of the opened giant wings were glowing with metallic luster. A formidable structure of iron and steel covered her fiery, scaly torso, limbs, and tail, like a figure from a bard's tale, reflected in Pea's eyes.

"Dragon? Dragonborn?" Pea watched in surprise as the figure flew over her head and descended towards a nearby block. Has it moved outside the city... Why are there still people flying around in the bustling area..."

Some doubts arose in her mind, and Pea ran towards the direction where the "Steel Dragon" landed—she was not here to watch the excitement, but worried about what would happen to the intruding dragon descendant during the landing process. Trouble, after all, that place is not far from her home.

...

After a series of thrilling deceleration and "flank flight", the mighty red dragon finally controlled the speed and altitude over the urban area. The huge body remained stable, and then with the assistance of the anti-gravity system, Azalena finally completed the last step of landing with a very chic and beautiful "short-distance elevation landing", which shocked the entire small square. With a sudden impact and a loud "bang", the dragon's claws were firmly printed on the open space of the landing zone.

Afterwards, the dragon-born lady with fiery red scales seemed to react on the spot, and then shook her huge head left and right: "It's a bit uncomfortable to land according to the normal process..."

As soon as the words fell, a figure staggered out of her shoulder. Byron covered his head, his voice sounded quite painful, but he still did not forget to question loudly: "Just now you were dozens of meters above the ground. Did you plan to transform into a human form and jump down?! I have seen your initial movement of transformation!"

"Didn't I remember at the last moment that you were still on my back?" Azalena yelled without turning her head, and at the same time lowered one wing to form a ramp leading to the ground, "And what is it? The initial movement of transformation, can you still tell from my flying posture when I intend to transform?"

Byron covered his head, but his voice was still loud: "There's nothing that can't be judged—how many times have you smashed my deck in the past month or so? The person in charge of cleaning the deck on my ship can tell when you plan to jumping from the sky..."

"Stop talking nonsense," Azalena shook her wings and tail, "come down quickly, my wings have flown all the way, and I will be very tired if I continue to hold on like this."

"What are you tired of? Most of your strength comes from the pile of machines on your body. You think I don't know that the latest model of Steel Wing has a 'fixed speed cruise' function?" Byron muttered, and then his face turned pale. He waved his hand badly, "Wait a minute, let me take it easy... This journey was too tossing, especially when I landed at the end... My stomach is not feeling well right now..."

"Huh?!" Azalena's whole back shook when she heard this, "Then you have to hurry down! Don't spit on my back! Damn it, why didn't you say you were afraid of heights before you set off?" This level?! And I remember that you were not afraid of heights back then!"

"I'm not afraid of heights, I just don't like flying in the sky...don't shake it, Azalena, stop! Don't shake it! If you shake it, I can't...I can't help it, I really...vomit... ..."

After a series of unbearable vomiting sounds, the entire small square fell into an instant of extreme silence.

After a few seconds, the furious dragon's roar finally resounded through half a block——

"Byron!! I'm going to kill you!!!"