Chapter 555

Hearing the message brought by the elf messenger named Sonia Frostleaf, Duchess Victoria's face became more and more gloomy.

That's certainly not good news.

Especially at this juncture.

"We know that Ansu is in a ... chaos, and you have a lot of problems to solve," said the messenger named Sonia bluntly. The short-haired elf looks young and delicate, but she is likely to be a The "elder" who has witnessed the rise and fall of the human kingdoms for centuries, she indifferently commented on the civil war in Ansu, but everyone at the scene could not refute, "The Silver Empire has no right to interfere in any internal problems of the human kingdoms. , but what we are now facing is a crisis beyond the concept of the state - in the face of which the survival of civilization as a whole should be the first priority."

"Of course we understand that," Archduke Baldwin nodded, "the Great Wall is there, and each of us can see that it's not in a normal state - but this civil war is not something we can decide. "

"This is the problem you have to find a solution for yourself," Sonia Frostlea said helplessly, "In matters other than internal affairs, the Silver Empire will do its best to provide support, technical materials, and technical personnel to friends. , we will all send it, but Ansu's internal problems... can only depend on the Ansu people themselves."

Baldwin? Franklin and Victoria? Wilder looked at each other deeply.

From each other's eyes, they both saw the same deep helplessness and exhaustion.

Don't they know about this crisis? Don't the nobles of Ansu know about this crisis? Know, of course, and know it long ago—even before the elves.

How many times did Grand Duke Cecil warn Gawain? Every noble who goes in and out of Silver Castle all day knows this well. The founding hero who came to life from the dead has been warning people to face the threat of the wasteland of Gondor since the day he opened the coffin, but every warning of his has been ignored, misunderstood, and even conspiracy theories. Eyes to resist and slander, the nobles of the royal capital said that it was "out of control anxiety", "an excuse to use force", and even said that the ancient hero was immersed in the battlefield seven hundred years ago, stimulated by the monsters in the dark mountains He had hallucinations - but even so, until last month, Gawain?? Duke Cecil's warning message was sent to Silver Castle.

The nobles of the royal capital pretended to discuss the warning letter for half a month, and the discussion has not been finished yet.

The Duchess of the North couldn't help but glance at the Prince of Wales sitting on the throne. The Crown Prince sat there with an expressionless face, but in the depths of his calm eyes, there was a faint mockery.

"We will do our best to communicate with the Eastern Territory—for Ansu...for mankind,

The royal family will do their best," Victoria said quietly, "but it's very complicated...we need a little time. "

"Then do it as soon as possible, Duchess Wilder," Sonia Frostleaf nodded slightly, "We will also do our utmost to assist - if necessary, we can come forward to contact the Eastern Territory, in the chaos of Ansu. At least the elves' position is neutral."

...

Cecil City, in the Lord's Mansion.

Before Gawain could continue to investigate the secret connection between the giant dragon and the Mithril treasury, Amber sent another interesting piece of information.

"According to the report of the operator sent to the Holy Spirit Plain, the giant eagle of the elf tribe was found in the northern area - heading for the city of San Sunil."

Gawain put down the plan at hand - this is a detailed report on the construction of the South Gate Fortress in the south of the Rebellion Fortress - he raised his head and looked at Amber: "When did it happen?"

"It was witnessed three days ago - the operator sent the letter to the rock fortress as quickly as possible, and then sent the news back through the magic web communication," Amber said with a rare steadfastness, only when reporting this kind of information, she To be a little more serious, "According to the speed of the giant eagle... At this time, the elf messenger should already be sitting in the Silver Castle."

"Sure enough, you sent someone here..." Gao Wen said softly, "It seems that the situation of the magnificent wall is really bad..."

After Amber finished reporting the information, the serious and capable director of the Military Intelligence Bureau degenerated into a goose in an instant. She wandered to Gawain's desk, grabbed dried fruit from it and stuffed it into her mouth while muttering: "Can you guess what those elves are here for? Is it?"

"You can probably guess," Gawain had already gotten used to Amber's unruly style, he just glanced at the half-elf, then shook his head slightly and said, "And I also know that I will be busy soon— — and had to be busy.”

Amber froze for a moment, and looked curious: "Ah? You? Are you not busy enough now?"

"The elves sent messengers to the human kingdom at this time, and they want to talk about nothing more than the magnificent wall," Gawain looked at Amber and explained casually, "The overload that lasted for three days must have caused serious damage to those sentry towers. With the current situation, it should be impossible to rebuild a barrier with the Silver Empire taking the lead and all countries working together as 700 years ago, so the elves should want the help of the human kingdom to repair or strengthen the barrier. The judgment of the status quo of the magnificent wall is correct, they should have sent messengers to every human kingdom at the same time, then the problem comes... Anzu, there is a civil war."

Amber thought for a while, and suddenly woke up: "Orthodox question?"

"The barrier must be repaired. Even if the nobles of Ansu are dull and stupid, they will not continue to be dull on this issue, but the key is who can represent Ansu to repair the barrier," Gao Wen smiled. Shaking his head, "In the eyes of ordinary people, building a barrier means building a barrier, it is for the safety of the kingdom, and a project for the continuation of mankind, there shouldn't be too much meaning in it, but in the eyes of the people in charge of this kingdom... This is a vital symbol.

"At the key point of Ansu's civil war, whoever can reach an agreement with the elves and who can go to the wasteland border to repair the Sentinel Tower can represent Ansu."

Amber is not a person who understands the "rules of the nobility" very well, but after being around Gawain for so long, she can somewhat understand some of the twists and turns in it, and she has already reacted at this time: "If you want to send someone to repair the magnificent Wall, Ansu's civil war must be suspended, but as long as the royal family and the Eastern Realm continue to have disputes over 'legality', the civil war cannot be stopped, so if Ansu finally wants to send someone to repair the barrier, he can only find a complete People who do not participate in the struggle for royal power and are qualified to represent the kingdom...then they can only come to you?"

"Repairing the magnificent wall is a big project. The civil war does not stop. No one from the royal family and the Eastern Realm dares to mobilize their strength to repair the barrier. But if the barrier is not repaired, no one can survive. They have no choice." Tone, "I don't have a choice either - get ready, it's not just my responsibility, maybe... it's also an opportunity."

Amber blinked, looking at Gawain's expression that seemed to be on his chest at all times, he almost forgot to continue nibbling on the dried fruit in his hand.

"No matter what happens in this world, is it an opportunity for you?"

"Not really, but the situation forced me to turn everything into an opportunity," Gawain shook his head, "Go and inform Philip and Byron and let them come—military preparations should also be done."

"Call them?" Amber's eyes widened slightly, "Could it be... Are you planning to take advantage of the emptiness of the royal family and the Eastern Realm to hit the rock fortress?"

"No, I can only damage my foundation and gain a kingdom that will be turbulent for the next twenty years. I won't do such a thing," Gawain shook his head, "but we must prepare for the worst— -I don't believe that this civil war will really stop, and I don't believe that the southern border will always stay out of the way. The royal family and the eastern border are all smart people trying to find opportunities from this barrier crisis... I'm not the only one."

Amber glanced at Gawain up and down, and then the figure gradually disappeared into the air: "Tsk tsk, I really can't play with scheming people like you. You continue to plan here, I'll call those two over here."

Gawain watched Amber's figure gradually dissipate, then took his eyes back, and his eyes fell on a blueprint on the desk.

It was a vehicle, or rather... a weapon.

A land king assembled with engines, tracks, armor, and turrets.

Although the construction of the magnificent wall is imminent, Gao Wen knows more about the efficiency of the kingdom's execution in this era. The so-called "imminent" is basically two worlds compared to the production and construction plan in the southern border. According to the efficiency of the royal capital's nobles, they At least until this summer, there's a lot more he can do in that long time.

"A blueprint that passed the test in the Origin Lab... I hope it really goes as smoothly as I expected."

Gawain said softly, and at the same time reached out his hand and touched the food box in the corner of the desk.

He felt empty.

"...Why did you even take the box away now?!"

...

The situation in Ansu is a vortex, and the human society is a mess. Although these terrifying erect apes living on land are short-lived and fragile, they have the talent of disturbing their own society to amaze the sea monsters. Miss Till was deeply touched by this.

On slipway No. 1 of the North Shore Shipyard, Tyr, the Kraken, seriously rolled himself into a ball, while listening to the craftsmen discussing the current affairs in the newspaper, he thought about it one after another.

Human beings, although they don't have tails, can "entangle" into a mess in a sense.

But these have little to do with the Kraken, at least before humans have the ability to sail the ocean, these terrifying erect apes living on land have nothing to do with the Kraken.

What Thiel cares most about now is that this project, which has been going on since last summer, has finally come to fruition.

In front of Miss Kraken, in the dry dock beside the slipway, a brand-new and beautiful large ship with a shape completely different from the traditional ships in this world is lying quietly in the huge dock, waiting for the moment to enter the water.

It is a behemoth made of steel, with an elegant and continuous curved shell and a flat and wide two-layer deck. A total of three pairs of "magic wings" like wings are neatly folded and folded on both sides of the hull And the rear of the upper deck, and at the front, middle and rear of the lower deck, six groups of huge gun turrets are quietly crouching on the gun mounts, and the sun shining from the gaps in the ceiling shines on the cold metal. , with a dazzling light.

Two "calibrator" class rainbow light generators, four specially modified "truth" large railguns for the ship platform, and a large number of defensive small railguns set up around the hull, together to arm this behemoth into a A terrifying underwater beast.

This is a product of a new design, combining human shipbuilding style and siren technology. It is a truly advanced warship-although in the eyes of Siren Tyr, it can still be described as backward in many aspects, but In the eyes of countless craftsmen in the shipyard, it is already a miracle.