Chapter 1432 Rebirth and Recovery

When the Frost Sky constellation gradually rose to the highest point in the sky, the chill brought by late autumn spread to the entire northern region, and the entire alliance began to operate with unprecedented efficiency.

Post-war reconstruction, economic revitalization, collection and relief of war refugees, large-scale pension work and huge material allocation covering the entire continent, and new policies successively issued by countries in the alliance to stimulate the market and boost people's hearts, Things that people could not have imagined in the old days are happening. The once vast and isolated world seems to have been "shrunk" suddenly after this war. Or learn about the amazing changes in the world from the chats of travelers.

As the Cecil Empire often said in its external propaganda, the circumcontinental routes and land transnational trade networks are connecting the loose world into a whole, and the popularization and development of communication means has expanded everyone's vision to their own. In a place never imagined, the sudden wasteland war dealt a heavy blow to many countries, but it also greatly accelerated the process of "connection".

In the Ogure Tribal State, a large number of engineers from Cecil and the Dwarf Kingdom are in place one after another, and various aid teams have also transported bulk materials that the tribal country is currently in short supply through circumcontinental routes, transnational railways, and airways. They are concentrating their power on several human race, eld race and orc cities that were severely damaged in the war, hoping to restore the basic functions of these cities as much as possible before the cold winter arrives, so as to accommodate refugees to the greatest extent and relieve other Feeding pressure in the region.

In the hinterland of the tribal country, at the foot of the Ancestor Peak, in the Holy Helm City, the city ruled by the five clans, the human king Wycliffe is standing on the balcony on the upper floor of the large meeting hall, overlooking the busy, even crowded scene of the city. He propped up the railing in front of him with both hands, and an arm made of alloy glowed coldly in the setting sun. The scars left by the war did not reduce the majesty of the king, but made him more calm than before. Majestic aura.

On the streets of the city below, the visible flow of people has more than doubled compared to the past, including war refugees pouring into Helm City from all over the world, businessmen looking for opportunities, and engineers and technicians from other countries. This city, which holds a special place in the hearts of the Ogure tribes, used to be a relaxed and slow-paced place, but now it is under the pressure of population and materials that far exceeds the urban planning. The officials in charge of the city have been very busy recently. , the same is true for the five leaders of the tribal state.

"The Artisan Association of the Dwarf Kingdom has just sent a message that tomorrow there will be a new team crossing the western mountain road, led by His Excellency Paladin Huishanyan," a voice came from the side, "They brought a batch of Large golems and construction machinery designed and modified by many dwarf kingdoms themselves should solve the urgent need for reconstruction in the central region."

Wycliffe turned his head and saw that the leader of the Eldar race, Stoor, had also come to the edge of the balcony. This tall, lavender-skinned Elder racer looked tired, and even the eyes that seemed to be dancing forever The magic shimmers all seemed a little dimmer than usual.

"You look tired," said Wycliffe involuntarily. "Your magic aura is dimmer than usual. You may need a rest."

"Now is a critical moment, and I don't feel comfortable handing over a lot of work to others—besides, who can I hand it over to?" Wycliffe shook his head, "Wenna is in charge of all external affairs. You are dealing with the tide of war refugees in the country, and Stella is leading the 'star breakers' at the peak of the ancestors, no one has much free time."

"Did you miss someone on purpose?" Just as Siduer finished speaking, a slightly hoarse and magnetic female voice came from the side dissatisfied. Camilla, who had changed into a traditional orc costume, had arrived at some time Behind the two men, at this moment, the leader of the spirit tribe in front of him was looking up and down with the light yellow vertical pupils like cats, "It seems that I am not useful."

"Then why don't you go to deal with the reconstruction project and material affairs?" Siduer glanced at Camilla who was slowly raising her tail, "I'll just wait for your nod."

Camilla's tail drooped instantly, and her eyes looked away.

Siduer didn't get serious about this topic either. He just smiled and continued: "The good news is that judging from the current situation, our shortage of personnel and supplies is not too big. With the current efficiency, we will be able to Get through it smoothly—and we have also obtained a priority rationing of the magic power of the Deep Blue Well within three years, which is the best news for the southern regions that suffer from energy shortages.”

Wycliffe nodded lightly, his gaze kept on the city below. After a long silence, he spoke softly: "More and more businessmen are pouring into the central region, coming from the opposite direction to the refugees."

"The post-war recovery plan means opportunities for many people, and businessmen always have the keenest sense of smell in front of opportunities," Stoor said with a tired look, "We need these businessmen."

"But we don't need speculators—they won't produce anything but a tight market and conflicts between supply and demand," Wycliffe said, looking serious. "My advisers have found that a group of merchants from the South are trying to interfere. The materials circulating in the market, their registration information is suspicious, and it is very likely that they took advantage of the temporary chaos of official control during the fall of the southern region. At present, I have locked some of them, and my people are investigating more daring by tracking the flow of goods in the market generation."

Hearing Wycliffe's words, Camilla suddenly heard a grunt in her throat, and picked up the chopping ax against the wall and carried it on her shoulder: "Okay, I'll chop them up."

"Don't be so full of the only option of 'cutting'!" Wycliffe glared at the orc chieftain immediately, "Think more about the issue of alerting the enemy and the market pressure brought about by insufficient preparation!"

"Originally, Wenna was good at this area, and the gray elves knew how to deal with merchants—including how to deal with those unruly merchants," Siduer sighed, "It's a pity that she is also cloned now. At the same time as dealing with foreign affairs, she has to find a way to ensure the normal trade order between the moss forest area and the Cecil Empire. Here in Helm City, we can only figure out our own way. But in any case, we can’t let those speculators To continue the activities, even if the means are more radical, is for the sake of greater order."

"So we still need to cut them down," Camilla said, and once again carried the chopping ax on her shoulders, "Why are you talking so many twists and turns..."

"Can you go a few more rounds with your brain when deciding the problem!" Wycliffe couldn't help but glared at Camilla again. How did you bring that thing in?"

"Put it in your bag and bring it in," Camilla shrugged. "Isn't it normal for women to stuff more belongings in their bags?"

Siduer rubbed his brows, forcibly ignored the chaotic conversation in front of him, and said while thinking: "Speaking of what Wenna is good at...in fact, Cecil is the real expert in this field. Maybe we should refer to it The wisdom of that Emperor Gawain Cecil, he once established the order in the southern border during the most chaotic period of the old country of Ansu, established a stable market environment under the condition that the old power still did not give up, and even The most stubborn northern regions have finished changing customs...how did they deal with the speculators?"

As soon as this remark came out, Wycliffe suddenly looked thoughtful. He seemed to recall some things he had learned from Wenna, his expression became a little weird, and then he looked to the side who was holding the chopping axe Camilla was full of regret: "Then you go and kill them."

Camilla: "...huh?"

"Physical elimination is the best way to solve this kind of people who make a lot of money in times of disaster. We don't have so much time and energy to slowly solve the pressure of supply and demand they bring," Wycliffe said earnestly. "Maybe we can deal with these things slowly at other times, but now...you have seen the situation in Holy Helm City, and the situation in other cities outside Holy Helm City is not much better. We need some strong signal to quickly re-establish the authority of Helm City, and it will also help reassure people."

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Accompanied by the loud roar of the heavy construction machinery running, the heavy soil and rocks were instantly turned into a soft substance like mud, and then turned into a hard and flat ground after the polarity of the spell-casting unit at the front of the mechanical device was reversed. A staff member wearing the uniform of Cecil's engineering staff was busy around this huge construction machine, directing the operation of the machine, or dispatching the affairs of other nearby working groups. The scene was busy and orderly.

The extremely bright high-power magic spar lamps illuminated the construction site. Even though the setting sun had sunk to near the horizon, the intense and busy construction did not stop.

And at the end of this construction site, the earth stopped abruptly like a cliff, and a huge circular pit appeared in front of it. The scale of the deep pit was enough to place an entire city in it, and there was an extremely magnificent and splendid Blue flames erupted from the center of the ring-shaped deep pit, as if they were about to ignite the entire sky, soaring straight into the sky.

Between the crystal pinnacle in the center of the deep pit and the cliffs at the edge of the deep pit, many bright lights and construction sites can be seen again. Engineers from the three empires are busy there. The energy node inspection port that has never been opened since the fall of the empire is researching these ancient technologies that once became things in the imagination of bards and scholars, and building a modern magic technology based on them. Energy conversion facility.

The great architect Gordon stood on the edge of the "No. 1 Energy Station" construction site, overlooking the construction site below him and a series of construction sites in the distance from a high platform. This old southerner from a family of craftsmen had a proud look on his face. When he looked at the construction machinery roaring in the dusk, the expression on his face seemed to be that of a general reviewing an army.

A tall and elegant figure stood beside the great architect. She had long golden hair and long pointed ears unique to silver elves. She was wearing a graceful and luxurious robe of a high-ranking astrologer, and a lavender dharma The ball was floating in the air beside the lady, and the magic ball was automatically recording the scene on the construction site and the readings of the magic power fluctuations in the air, and a projection in the shape of an eye was faintly condensed in it.

"...I have heard Ms. Sonia describe the 'infrastructure magic' of your Cecilians, but what I saw with my own eyes is really different from what I heard," said the high-ranking astrologer with a hint of admiration. As a proud Silver Elf, she rarely pays respect to other races in the field of technology, but only when facing the Cecils, this lady is always generous with her praise, "You have turned magic into such a convenient tool, And this process is still so...simple, which is completely different from the exquisite and complicated classical magic, but in my opinion, it has a strange beauty."

"Thank you very much for your compliment, Ms. Verania—it's a pity that I'm not an expert in magic. I'm only good at working with machines and stones, and these machines are good enough for me." Gordon shrugged , when he met this great astrologer from the Silver Empire for the first time, he was very cautious, not only because of the great strength and outstanding status of the other party, but also because of the lady's outstanding appearance and the calm and luxurious temperament after being in the top position for a long time , but after a few days of getting along with him, he no longer had this kind of mentality. This elf lady is much more approachable than outsiders imagined, especially when talking about technology-the weird and strange things led by her and Her Highness Rebecca The guys are no different.

"People like you who are 'only good at dealing with machines and stones' can use the power of magic so conveniently to build such a large-scale project. This is the 'beauty' of magic technology," said Verania She said with a smile, and then she set her eyes on the deep blue well not far away, "With the current progress of the project, we may be able to test the conversion array of the No. 1 energy station around spring next year."

"In fact, it may be faster than that," Gordon thought for a while, and said confidently, "Our conversion array uses prefabricated modules with higher efficiency, and it is currently installed in several factories of Glenn Heavy Industry and Northern Heavy Industry. At the same time to start manufacturing parts, perhaps before the energy pipeline in the 'annular pit' is connected, the conversion array of the energy station can be installed on the base, then we can try to convert the magic power in the deep blue well into a The standard magic energy transmitted in the magic net... the entire construction period is expected to be completed in the middle of the Brumist Moon at the earliest, and it will not be later than the first ten days of the Cold Moon at the latest."

Verania glanced at this proud and confident human architect with some surprises. In the gradually dimming night, she seemed to see some kind of light... a rising star with such momentum The light possessed by the race of the rainbow.

"Master Verania?" Gordon was a little embarrassed by the lady's gaze, and moved his neck awkwardly, "Is there any problem with my explanation?"

"No...sorry, I'm sorry," Verania shook her head with a smile, "I just suddenly envy you——Silver Elf has not been so ambitious to do such a big thing for many years."

"I don't think so," Gordon shrugged, and pointed in the direction of the source of the Deep Blue Well, "Hundreds of elf magicians rushed into the Deep Blue Well like buying discounted eggs. You can see the silver elves who are magic consultants and antiquities scholars, and even on the entire Tarash Plain, you can be seen everywhere-this is a scene I have never seen in my life, even the most courageous people in our country No bard or playwright would have dared to make it up."

"Is that how you see it..." Verania looked a little surprised, but then the surprised expression turned into a smile, "Then I will take this as a compliment, Your Excellency the Great Architect—although I don't understand the allusion to discounted eggs."

Under the clear night sky in the wasteland, the great astrologist from the silver elves and the great architect from the human empire continued to overlook the rising energy station, and in the distance, the purification device that had completed its historical mission Still playing with the residual heat in the night, the spectacular beam of light stretched to the end of the horizon. On the tallest tower crane on the construction site, the light illuminated a series of huge letters. Those letters were written in the two common languages ​​of humans and elves. Bright words:

"Deep Blue Well Magic Power Transmission Project--No. 1 Energy Station Demonstration Site".