Chapter 1206 The Road to Counterattack the Wasteland

The latest website: The giant eagle flies across the sky at the edge of the wasteland, and has a panoramic view of everything that happened on the land. In Azmaul's eyes, everything that happened on these polluted lands seems to be similar to what he remembered—— The wall still blocks the destructive border, the polluted land and the mutated forest crawl on the territory of the ancient empire like the scars of this world, the brilliance emitted by the energy barrier is reflected in the distant clouds, like a cast of light penetrating the sky and the earth The city walls, and the civilized world... The civilized world is still on the other side of the mountains.

But when he concentrated more on perceiving the gaze of the giant eagle, things that had never appeared in his memory came into his eyes.

He saw a "line" composed of sporadic lights passing through the black forest and the banded plain on the edge of the magnificent wall. The starting point of that line was at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, where there were more lights, and a large area was artificially leveled Out came the land, and a fortress hidden among rocks and woods, and the end of the line stretched almost to the foot of the magnificent wall-and gave the feeling that it was still stretching forward, still advancing tenaciously.

That's a road, a road that's going through the tainted area, into the wastes of Gondor, and it's under construction.

Azmore was a little surprised. He subconsciously controlled the giant eagle to elevate his height a bit, and tried to cast his sight further away——his sudden action made the surrounding "escorting" royal eagle cavalry tense up. Several giant eagles The eagle raised its height one after another, and uttered a sharp and loud cry. The knights on the eagle's back also tightened their grip on the reins, and the golden pointed helmets on their heads shone tremblingly in the setting sun.

"Don't be so nervous, young people," Azmore couldn't help laughing, and said softly, "I'm just an old man dying."

"Please don't make such a sudden move at high altitude, Master Azmore," the Eagle Cavalry Captain's voice came from the magic item pinned to his clothes, it was a young boy, "We are thinking about your safety. "

Azmael just smiled, and didn't argue with the young warrior about anything - when he traveled the continent on a giant eagle for the first time, the former Queen of Morning Star was even a child, and he had gone through the storm , crossed the mountains, passed the vast battlefield between the human ancestors and the dark subspecies, and also became the honored guest of humans and beasts, spreading the gospel of the God of Nature in the palaces. More danger and trials than all the Eagle Riders here combined.

They were just worried about the overstepping behavior of a "dangerous element" like themselves.

Of course, the cavalry did worry about his safety—more than ever, at least until they reached their destination, and no one in the team wanted anything wrong with him. Although in the past three thousand years, the Chenxing family and the "orthodox sect" they represent have been looking forward to his death every day, but from the date of departure of this journey,

What they hope most is that "Arzmore the Archdruid" can live to the end.

Azmore shook his head, and slightly lowered his body on the back of the giant eagle. The psychic creature sensed his thoughts, and with a loud cry, a wider land appeared in Azmore's mind , he inspected the field of vision far beyond the limits of the vision of humans and elves, his eyes extended to the east side of the dark mountain range, along the edge of the majestic wall—finally, he saw more lights.

That was another road passing through the polluted area of ​​the Black Forest. It was at the end of the giant eagle's line of sight and was almost completely blocked by trees. If it wasn't for the dimming of the sky at dusk, Azmael might not have been able to spot those who came from The gleam of rising treetops.

The old ancient druid finally couldn't help taking a breath, and said softly: "Have Anzu and Typhon finally started to counterattack the wasteland..."

"Master, Anzu is already history," another young female voice sounded from the communication tool, "Now the human empire Cecil is ruling the north - the founder is the resurrected pioneer Gawain Cecil the Great."

"Ah, the Cecil Empire... I know, I just forgot," Azmore said lightly, with a smile on his lips, "A pioneer who came back from the dead... the name Gawain Cecil I have heard about him, and I have also heard about his deeds, but—Belsetia, do you really think that a human being can come back to life after resting for seven hundred years?"

Queen Belsetia's voice came from the communication tool, as gentle as the wind of nature but undeniable: "Yes, I think it is possible - Master Azmaul, look at the road below you that extends towards the wasteland. way, don't you think so?"

Azmael didn't make a sound, just watched silently the man-made lights that stubbornly reflected a road in the Black Forest, as if he was watching the pioneers seven hundred years ago, the Gondorians a thousand years ago, and even three thousand years ago. The human ancestors and elf preachers in the older days, after a long silence, he broke the silence softly: "...he can also be resurrected from the dead..."

"...That's very good," Belsetia said with a smile, "Master Azmore, please sit still, we will lower the altitude after we pass the Dark Mountains."

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With the arrival of dusk, the patrols and surveying and mapping teams that were active outside the advancing base began to return to the safe area one after another. As the last armed surveying and mapping vehicle drove into the base, the gate reinforced by the fine steel frame was closed. The soldiers patrolling the fence and the searchlights slowly turning on the top of several sentry towers are still vigilantly watching the dark and gloomy dirty plain in the distance, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

The great architect Bruce Panshi climbed up the fence outside the camp from the iron escalator. The thickened steel plate and fine steel frame creaked under his feet. There seemed to be a never-ending wind on the ribbon plain. Wrapped with a decayed atmosphere from afar, it whizzed through the gaps between the walls, and occasionally made a creepy sharp whistle—however, these sounds have long been familiar to the soldiers who have been stationed at various forward bases for a long time. Potluck.

Bruce Panshi crossed a short connecting wall. There are many protruding arc structures on the outside of the front wall. Inside the armor plate of the arc structure, the most cutting-edge Justice-II orbital accelerator and the Imperial -Type II arcane torrent generators, these "big babies" with shiny muzzles and solid and reliable focusing structures can always bring extra sense of security to people living on the edge of the wasteland - in such a ooze monster A similar sense of security is indeed very important in a place where you don't even want to stay.

The great architect came to a sentry post set up on the fence, and the two sentries standing guard in the steel protective shed saluted him while paying attention to the situation in the polluted area outside: "Hello, great architect!"

Bruce nodded to the sentinel, and asked curiously, "How long have you been staying here?"

"We just changed the guard," one of the sentries replied, without taking his eyes off the wall while speaking, "less than half an hour..."

Bruce quickly waved his hand: "No, I mean how long have you been stationed in this base?"

Another sentry thought for a while, then laughed, his teeth looked extraordinarily white against his dark complexion: "It's been almost a year—we are the second batch sent to this base. Our captain Two years more than us."

Bruce nodded, and looked inside the wall—the dusty barracks, the garage for storing chariots, the energy station for maintaining the operation of the base, the water purification facilities, and the magic obelisk in the center of the base were reflected in his vision one after another. line of sight.

Eighty percent of these facilities were designed by him in those days.

This forward base was first built for the restoration of the Great Wall, and after that great project ended, all the forward bases have been preserved like this one, and they have been in operation until today, and some of the base's soldiers have been carried out There have been rotations, but a handful of veterans and commanders have extended their stays and serve today in a land that lies beyond the boundaries of civilization.

Due to the existence of the supply line in the Black Forest, coupled with the logistical support provided by the Rebel Fortress running through the Dark Mountains and the South Gate Fortress, the logistical situation of these forward bases deep in the polluted area is not too bad. The challenges to face are the harsh environment near the Great Wall, as well as the mutated monsters and hungry crazy beasts that often wander in the polluted area-sometimes, they even have to deal with those who suddenly pop up near the base of the energy barrier aberrations.

Although the aberrations wandering outside the wall have been very rare since the restoration project of the Great Wall ended, due to the power limitation of the Sentinel Tower itself and the special "generation mechanism" of the aberrations, this kind of monsters wandering around the border of the wall have always been They have not been cut off. According to the information Bruce has, the most front-end bases will fight the aberrations almost every month. Fortunately, in the face of modern weapons and shields, those small-scale wandering monsters will not break through the soldiers in front. line of defense.

"The Great Architect," the voice of one of the sentries suddenly came from the side, interrupting Bruce from his contemplation. The young soldier showed a somewhat curious look on his face, "The railway you mentioned... probably what? When will it be repaired here?"

Bruce was taken aback for a moment, and after a while, he showed a broad smile, stretched out his hand and patted the young soldier's arm: "Military secret, young man."

"Ah...sorry!" The soldier suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, and immediately stood up straight and said with a serious face, "I am..."

"Don't be nervous, I know that many soldiers are paying attention to this news," Bruce said with a smile, "that's why I personally took the engineers to inspect each forward base along this road-full preparation is The first condition to ensure that the follow-up project can be carried out smoothly. Don't worry, this project is a major event that His Majesty is personally concerned about, and its progress will not be slow."

The sentinel relaxed, with a look of anticipation on his face: "When the railway is repaired, our war fortress will advance - can we really counterattack the wasteland by then?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for counterattacking the wasteland, why would His Majesty invest so much power here?" Bruce said with certainty, and just when he was about to say something more, a faint cry suddenly penetrated The high-altitude clouds, passing through a long distance, rang in his ears - the great architect with a keen sense of hearing due to dwarf blood subconsciously followed the reputation, and in the already dim sky at dusk, he saw something Some neatly arranged faint black dots seem to be passing through the sky, flying towards the direction of the dark mountains.

After careful identification, the great architect frowned curiously: "Looks like a giant eagle of the elves?"

"Is that the giant eagle of the elves?" The two sentinels finally noticed the movement in the sky. They poked their heads out, and after confirming it with the eagle-eye detection mirror, one of them muttered in surprise. , "They actually flew close to the border of the wasteland... how brave they are."

"They built the grand wall, and they know exactly where the edge of the safe zone is." Bruce was not surprised, he was just a little curious about the appearance of those elves, "but a giant eagle team of this size... look It looks like it's not young. Nine times out of ten, it's His Majesty's distinguished guest again."

The great architect shook his head, this was not something he should care about, but at this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from not far away, which just interrupted his thoughts.

A soldier ran up the wall and gave a military salute in front of Bruce: "Great Architect! Please go to the communication room—the communication from the South Gate Fortress."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Bruce replied immediately with a straight face, and then quickly said goodbye to the two sentinels on the wall, and ran towards the ladder not far away.

The communication room is located near the center of the advance base, right next to the towering obelisk of magic energy. It needs to pass through a row of barracks and two warehouses in the middle. Bruce walked fast, and he was rushing on the road, and soon came to this place The room with the magic net terminal - the magic device in the center of the room has been activated, a faint light is shining above the focusing crystal, and the appearance of the great architect Gordon appears in the middle of the communication interface.

"Bruce, I hope I didn't interrupt your work," Gordon said immediately when he saw Bruce appear, "I just received an order from the imperial capital here."

"There is no interruption at all-today's data collection and work plan have been completed," Bruce said casually, his expression became very serious, "An order from the imperial capital? What happened?"

"It's nothing—it's a new task that needs to be completed while building the railway. Don't worry, the task itself is not difficult. The only thing that needs to be done is to ensure quality and quantity, and there must be no delay."

Gordon in the communication interface spoke with a serious face, and along with his words, the printing device connected to the magic net terminal on the side table also started to operate on its own, with the slight friction sound of gears and connecting rods running During the process, one piece of printing paper after another was spit out from the output port.

"Did you see the information I sent? There are things you need to know."

Bruce stepped forward curiously, picked up the materials, and a mission book with a large number of drawings and parameter descriptions appeared in front of him—this is extremely professional information, but for a large building that has even repaired a magnificent wall As far as teachers are concerned, the above things are very simple to understand.

"Large biomass processing center... pre-buried splitting pool... and underground bunkers reserved for servo brain storage tanks?" Bruce gradually revealed a look of surprise, "What is this for? We are going to push forward the biofactory as well. To the wasteland?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know," Gordon shrugged, "Since this is an order from the imperial capital, we should implement it seriously."