Chapter 1297: Winter Has Arrived

A pleasant wind chime-like sound came from the nerve link, and Belsetia, who was sitting on the seat of dominion, slowly opened her eyes.

There are not many personnel activities in the huge control hall at the moment. The Temple of the Stars, which is cruising in low power consumption mode, is now slowly returning from the border area of ​​the Gaoling Kingdom. Between the beautiful support structures with light golden arcs on the edge of the hall , a faint stream of light is flowing slowly, between the low and soothing sound of mechanical vibration, occasionally a slight buzzing from a certain system can be heard,

Compared with the sounds that these human ears can hear, Belsetia can hear the "echo" deeper in the temple from the nerve links directly connected to the core of the fortress: the echo sounds low and soft.

Ever since Master Verania led the astrologers to overhaul the depths of the Temple of the Stars and replaced those ancient systems that had completely failed with new energy arrays, the temple has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain. The wind and rain of the ancient sky fortress finally broke free from the countdown to decay and collapse. The overwhelmed energy system had a chance to breathe, and the anti-gravity engine group that was overloaded all the year round also gained auxiliary power. Improvement——In Belsetia's memory, this is almost the slowest and most comfortable whisper of this fortress that she has heard from the nerve link since she took the seat of domination.

But she knows that this relief is still only temporary... The Temple of the Stars is too old, and the problems it faces are far from being able to be repaired by replacing a part of the energy array and engine. Although magic technology is useful, it is by no means omnipotent .

The technicians are delaying time for this air fortress - and it is only delaying time. One day the elves will still find a way to find a really long way.

But that's not something to think about right now either.

Belsetia rubbed her forehead lightly, recovering a little bit of the "misplaced" perception caused by being connected to the temple system for a long time, and at the same time looked at the maid Elaine standing beside her: "It's almost time—let irrelevant personnel Back off."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The personal maid Elaine responded softly, then turned around and waved to the attendants under the high platform of the throne and the royal guards outside the inner ring. They came out in order, and in just a short moment, only the Silver Queen on the throne, the maid Elaine next to her, and a large number of fortress monitoring systems that were running automatically remained in the huge control hall.

"The main control is transferred to the self-discipline mode, and continue to cruise at a low speed." Belsetia gave an order to the control system of the Temple of Stars in her mind, and then curled her fingers and tapped the armrest of the throne, a nerve connected to the throne. The cables brightened, the lights in the control hall dimmed, and the windows were quietly closed and locked. The next second, the floor in front of the throne slid away with a slight sound of friction, and a crystal altar-like The communicator rose from it.

The device was activated, and the responsible crystal array inlaid on its top quickly became brighter, and two beams of light were released from it, forming a clear magic projection in midair, and the figures of Gawain Cecil and Rosetta Augustus appeared in the Projecting.

"Very well, the meeting started as scheduled," Gawain looked at the two figures in front of him. He was sitting in his study at the moment, and the images of Belsetia and Rosetta were sitting opposite him, except for the edge of the screen. Except for a little light shaking, this feeling is almost the same as talking face to face, "Good afternoon, both of you."

The three empire leaders greeted each other, and without any excessive greetings, the thin, black-haired and black-eyed Rosetta Augustus immediately spoke straight-forward: "I heard that you are exploring the Kingdom of the God of War in person. When you boarded an ancient spacecraft that went to the depths of the 'deep sea', you returned to this world two days later, and now you called this meeting for the first time... What did you find?"

"That ship is the legacy left by the sailor, and belongs to an ancient guard system called 'Sentinel'," Gawain did not hide,

He spoke directly—the matter about the sailors used to belong to the confidential information of the Cecil Empire, but with the establishment of the alliance and the changes in the world situation, especially the imminence of the common threat faced by the mortal nations, this part of the content is now It has been disclosed among the members of the alliance, and according to the weight of each country, each country has different levels of information about the sailor, and among the three empires, this part of information is shared according to the highest standard, "I think You're probably familiar with the warning 'beware the sentinel' - yes, the 'sentry'."

Gawain narrated everything he saw in the depths of the deep sea, the information he obtained at Sentinel's home port, and his observations and conjectures about the strange situation of the spaceship—in a crisis that could threaten the whole world In front of them, there is no need to hide this information, and clarifying the critical situation of the matter can more effectively allow the comrades on the same front to show enough strength.

During Gawain's narration, Rosetta and Belsetia maintained a serious and solemn expression almost the whole time. They frowned and listened to each word without saying a word, only occasionally speaking out when they had doubts. Interrupt, until Gawain's narration came to an end, and the communication system returned to calm, Belsetia broke the silence first: "So not long ago, the Krakens salvaged the 'mysterious cube' from the dark blue webway, it is very likely that it is the Sentinel A signal for action?"

"If before this, we only suspected that the activities of those wasteland cultists were related to the Deep Blue Webway, then now we can almost be sure that the 'Sentry' is behind this incident," Gao Wen nodded and said, "It The cubes dropped are likely to be some kind of magic control device. A large number of such devices will form a huge system in the dark blue webway. Once that thing is formed, the sentinels and the cultists controlled by the sentinels will almost control us. The lifeblood of this planet - I can't stress enough the dangers."

Rosetta Augustus looked at Gao Wen: "Then what are your thoughts on this?"

"Mobilize all the power we can use to the foot of the magnificent wall. Now is not the time to continue to preserve power. After the border defense line is completed, immediately let the various advance bases march into the wasteland, establish a bridgehead in the polluted area, and start searching Tracks of those cultists. In the meantime... find a way to get in touch with the center of the wasteland."

"Get in touch with the Wasteland Center?" Belsetia couldn't help but frowned, Gawain's last words obviously caught her attention, "What can there be..."

Gawain's eyes slowly swept across the Silver Queen and Emperor Typhon, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly in a low voice: "The last legion of the ancient Gondor Empire...is still in the Deep Blue Well. Standing firm in the ruins, they will become our most staunch allies when we counterattack the wasteland."

Belsetia's eyes widened in an instant, and she subconsciously looked at Rosetta Augustus again, but she also saw a shocked expression similar to her own on the face of this serious middle-aged human being who always kept a straight face. After more than ten seconds, she heard Rosetta say: "I can't remember how many times I have been shocked by you, my Majesty Gawain—how many secrets do you still hide? "

"That's too much, Augustus, who doesn't have secrets?" Gawain spread his hands and said, "But the secrets of us people should ultimately serve the safety of this world and the survival of all mortals, just like Right now, we are facing the biggest security problem in the world."

Belsetia quietly watched Gawain in the holographic projection, and then she slightly adjusted her posture, leaning her upper body forward: "I agree with that statement."

...

Winter is coming, and the cold wind dominates the mountains in the north. With the expansion of snow belts on several major peaks, the city at the foot of the city wall of Winter Castle is gradually integrated with this world of ice and snow. In the snow and snow, the land that the Wilder family has sheltered for hundreds of years has been wrapped in pure white—and this is the most familiar scenery for Victoria, who was born and raised in Cold Winter Castle.

She stood on the highest terrace of Cold Winter Castle, letting the cold wind whizz by her side, and the snow was blown down from the tall tower by the wind, and there were many outside the terrace. She turned her head to look at the The old man beside him had an extremely rare smile on his face: "The mountains and the vast fields and valleys beyond the mountains are the shelter of the Wilder family for generations—of course, with the establishment of the Cecil Empire, , the new order began to be implemented, and the old system of land aristocrats has disintegrated on this land. The mountains in the north now belong to all the people living on this land, and the management of this land is the government office under the authorization of the empire. , as one of the three major consuls of the empire, I have returned the ownership of all northern lands except Winterhold."

Mordir Wilde walked to the edge of the terrace, poked his head carefully and glanced down, and saw the city built along the mountain stretching out in the field of vision, with smoke rising from the city, and a giant guard with a faint light shining. The shield covers all the places where there are people. He knows that he should have seen this scene before, but he searched his memory, but he couldn't find any trace of this scene.

So in the end he could only shake his head, give up meaningless memories, and asked curiously: "But you still seem to be in charge of some areas of this place?"

"This is one of my duties as a Grand Consul. Each Grand Consul is in charge of a 'directly governed province' that is the center of the empire's industry and military," Victoria explained. The power to call the shots comes from the mandate of the Empire, not from any innate power I have over these lands - in fact the next Grand Archon of the North won't even have the last name 'Wild', and my family heirs can inherit from me Yes, apart from the title, there is only family property such as the castle under your feet."

Modil has never been exposed to this level of things, at least in his memory. Hearing Victoria's explanation at this moment, he was both curious and surprised, and after thinking for a while, he said seriously: "Then your Does the heir have no objection to such a thing?"

"We had a frank and in-depth exchange, and he has no objection to it," Victoria said seriously, "In fact, Fendil is a very good young man. He can understand the necessity of the new order very well, and is willing to embrace His Majesty's New Deal—you probably don't know it? He entered the Imperial College a long time ago and graduated from the Non-commissioned Officer Branch with excellent grades. Now he has Take the initiative to ask for orders to go to the wasteland border in the south, and prepare to take his first step as a soldier there."

The duchess, who always had a cold face in front of outsiders, said, with a slight smile on her face: "I believe he will use his ability to buy himself a place in the empire, rather than inherit anything from me." Anything other than titles and castles... that's the way he chose to go."

Having said that, she stopped, and after a few seconds, she slowly continued in her thoughts: "It is actually not easy for the remaining nobles who survived the upheaval to accept this change, even if they have decided to stand 'On the right side', some things are more uncomfortable than death for some people when it is their turn, but if a family like Wilder is the first to stand up and support His Majesty's will with real actions If we decide, then things will be a lot easier, at least...we can have a lot less people hanging on the flagpole."

"...This is very good," Modil said after thinking for a while, "I mean the current order is very good—in Beigang, I have contacted the local government affairs department and procedures, and I have also communicated with them before. Having dealt with nobles from all over the world, the comparison between the two is obvious, and some old things really need to be replaced by new things, and there is nothing wrong with that.”

After hearing this, Victoria looked at her ancestor quietly for a while, and then said in a strange tone: "Actually, I was worried that you would be angry just now—when I mentioned those 'new orders', such as the one I gave up Those lands and powers, such as the current changes of the Wilder family... I thought you would complain about the 'decline' of the family in my hands."

Modil was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face. He glanced back at the mountains in the distance and the smoke rising from the cities in the mountains, and he was silent for a long time before responding: "I know what you mean, but... ...I don't feel it. This huge castle, these mountains and snow, and those 'antiques' you showed me, you said there are many things in it, even utensils that I used back then? But I still have no impression .I only remember my first name and where it came from, but my connection to the land...seems to have been completely compartmentalized into 'another place'. Sorry, Victoria, I must have only Can disappoint you."

"No, don't say that," Victoria said immediately, "I don't mean anything else, I just hope you can have a better time here, if you really can't remember the impression of this place, you can treat it as a A place of comfort - where every door is still open for you, even if you don't remember them."

"I'm glad you can say that," Mortier laughed. "Actually, I am very happy living here, Victoria, there is no such a good room in the wilderness-and although I still can't remember Things happened when I lived here, but I still found something I like here, such as the soup for dinner last night, you said it is a traditional delicacy in the north, what is it called..."

"Mossack jambalaya."

"Oh yes, it's the mixed soup, I like that taste."

"Okay, I'll order the kitchen to make it again for dinner tonight."

"Very well," Modill said with a smile, "I think I can start with the jambalaya and see this place as a 'home' again."

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