Chapter 606: The Moon of Recovery

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Sword of Dawn Chapter 606: The Moon of Recovery

Winter is over.

Deep in the peak base, in a room with doors and windows closed, a magic net terminal is running.

There was no one in the room, the thick curtains blocked the not-so-bright skylight, making the whole room inexplicably dark. The white noise projection when the magic net terminal was running was like a lamp with insufficient brightness. A shadowy light and shadow were cast on it.

On the only wooden table in the house, the printing machine connected to the magic net terminal is making a creaking sound. Pieces of white paper are pushed into the machine by the paper feeding mechanism, and then the information from afar is printed on the paper. sent to the print output.

At the front of the machine, a small stack of printed materials has been accumulated.

Suddenly, the documents on the table floated up, as if they were being held up by a pair of invisible hands, and the paper began to flip.

After a while, the information was put on the table again, and the automatically running magic net terminal gradually became quiet. A weak wind blew through the empty room, and the curtains not far away shook, accompanied by a little brightening in the room. , everything went silent.

In the center of the base, Gao Wen was looking at the technical information from the wizard, Magister Banner. Due to the shortened construction period, the auxiliary tower and related facilities in charge of the Duchy of Cecil will be completed ahead of schedule. The auxiliary tower is currently undergoing the later installation and debugging of magic devices Work, several purification nodes have also been mostly completed, in order to ensure that this crucial project can be successfully concluded, Gao Wen did not dare to relax at this moment.

An invisible wind suddenly blew into the room, and Gawain sensed a familiar aura appearing at the window, he casually rolled a ball of paper and threw it over, with a sound of "oops", the next second he saw amber emerge from the air Come out, embarrassedly fell off the windowsill.

——The windows of the Pinnacle Base were specially made. The window sills were narrow and had a concave and convex sealing structure, so there was no way to put mouse traps. This was something that Gawain regretted very much.

"What's the matter?" Gawain raised his eyelids and glanced at the half-elf who was getting up from the ground, "You don't come here very often at this time."

Amber got up and patted his clothes, and came to Gao Wen's desk as if nothing had happened just now: "I just received a batch of information from the north - there are a few things that I don't feel right."

"Intelligence from the north..." Gawain put down the information in his hand, "Tell me about it."

"From the end of the foggy moon,

There has been a large-scale cult clearing up activity in the East Territory control area. We initially guessed whether it could be Prince Edmund's 'acting', and guessed that he was trying to hide people's eyes and ears, but according to the latest information, so far East Territory Humans have captured hundreds of believers in the end of all things, and destroyed dozens of hidden altars that secretly held dark rituals. The intelligence personnel initially judged that those hidden altars and evidence of heresy are true. "

"...It seems that the cooperative relationship between Edmund and the Society for the End of All Things is really not that close..." Gawain frowned slightly, "But just because of my warning letter, is the Eastern Border's response? Too big? Considering that Edmund had at least a certain degree of cooperation with the Society for the End of All Things, he made such a big move immediately after receiving a warning letter from me, but it was very suspicious..."

"The more suspicious thing is still to come," Amber said with a strange expression on his face, "Can you believe it - from last month to the present, in the royal family-controlled area in the confrontation zone of the Holy Spirit Plain, everything captured by the noble army died. The number of cultists and hidden altars destroyed is even more than in the Eastern Region!!"

Gawain blinked, but he didn't react for a while. After he reacted, his first feeling was how is this possible—

The old aristocrats in the north are suddenly not rice buckets. Is there anything more suspicious than this in the world? !

Did your previous warning letter really have such a big effect? The Ansu nobles suddenly realized the danger of the death of all things, so they decided to unite to punish the traitors and eradicate the evil? Did Victoria Wilder instantly complete the thought transformation project of the old aristocracy?

Gao Wen would rather believe that those believers who were caught out and that all things are dead committed suicide!

"What's going on?" Gawain looked into Amber's eyes, "I don't believe that those old nobles suddenly became more efficient."

Amber really has the following text: "The reason why the Eastern Border and the royal family are so efficient is because someone reported it."

"Report?" Gao Wen frowned, "Didn't the MI operatives you sent report it?"

"Only the first few times were reported by our operators, but after the end of the Frost Moon, the reports suddenly increased sharply, and almost every day, clues of cultists were sent to the local lords. It took a long time for the operators to find out The identities of those whistleblowers - guess who?"

A strange thought suddenly appeared in Gawain's mind: "...It can't be that everything will die for itself, right?"

"That's right, it's really them - and the situation is extremely bizarre!! The people who have been reported are the scene after the dark ceremony has been held. All the believers who participated in the ceremony have all committed suicide during the ceremony, so come strictly Said that, whether it is the royal family or the Eastern Border, after receiving the clues, what 'caught' are only the cult corpses that have already held rituals..."

Before Amber could finish speaking, Gao Wen's eyebrows suddenly trembled.

How could this be suicide...

And then he realized that there was something deeply disturbing about this absurd situation—

It's like some kind of secret, continuous, mass sacrificial ritual! Those cultists are sacrificing themselves on a massive scale!

Undoubtedly, Amber, who often handles all kinds of information, can also think of this layer, and this half-elf also showed a serious expression on his face: "It's like a large-scale sacrifice, right - the cultists in the Holy Spirit Plain are There have been at least hundreds of dark rituals in the past two months that require participants to commit suicide, and there may be as many as thousands of devotees who have completed their sacrifices!"

"That's right, a sacrifice, this is undoubtedly a sacrifice," Gawain's brows furrowed unconsciously, he couldn't help pressing his hands on the table, his voice was low and serious, "But why are they reporting... After the sacrifice is over, we must take the initiative to expose those altars and strongholds that were finally built in secret... unless it is necessary for the ceremony... Wait, it is not necessarily a ceremony!"

A light suddenly flashed across Gawain's mind, he suddenly raised his head and stared into Amber's eyes: "Are all those found corpses burned?"

"Only a part of it was burned--two-thirds burned by the people of the East, and probably less than one-third of the royal family burned, and most of the rest were thrown directly into mass graves, or even thrown into the wild. .Although their respective high-level lords have given orders to burn all corpses and purify all altars with holy water, you should know how inefficient the execution of those lower-level knights and noble soldiers is," Amber said while already guessing the high Wen's thoughts, "Do you think those cultists are using the corpses after the sacrificial ceremony as a source of pollution?"

"Dark Druids are very good at spreading plague with flesh and blood..." Gawain said quickly, "But no, there are still problems... This still doesn't explain why they must 'report' after sacrifice... This Instead, some of the corpses that could have been used as a source of pollution will be burned and purified!"

Gawain had already stood up from behind the desk. He frowned and pondered while walking slowly behind the desk, guessing the intention of those cultists to disclose the remains, altars, and strongholds after the sacrifice. , he suddenly thought of one thing: he thought that Victoria Wilder and Edmund Moen were both "wise men" among the traditional aristocracy, and thought of the orders they might give after obtaining information from the cult- —

"After discovering the information about the cultists, do the local lords and their guard knights have to be there in person?!"

"Yes, this is an order from Duchess Victoria, and Edmund Moen also has a similar order. This is to prevent the lower-level nobles and knights from perfunctory, and to ensure that they can at least come to the scene..." Amber said Speaking, the speed of speech suddenly slowed down, and the subsequent words finally converged into a sentence of exclamation, "...Mom..."

Gawain took a slow breath: "A major event is about to happen - when the cultists take the initiative to expose their altars and strongholds that they have operated for many years, it means that their rituals have reached the final step."

In his heart, there was a secret curse: Damn, everyone just fell into the pit! !

Who would have thought that the last step of the sacrificial ceremony of those lunatics who talk about the death of all things all day is to report themselves? !

"It's probably too late to remind the duchess and the prince. At least half of the noble lords and knights in the eastern conflict zone of the Holy Spirit Plain may have been infected by something," Amber also realized the terrible situation, her tone became hurried , "But you're saying that Duchess Victoria and Prince Edmund would have realized something was wrong? They're not stupid..."

"They are indeed not stupid, but if the cultists start their operations from the grassroots villages and towns, without entering the big cities, and bypassing all the direct royal families and second-level fiefdoms, then in just one and a half to two months, there is no news from all parties. It doesn't roll up to Victoria and Edmund's ears."

Amber's eyes widened: "Why?"

Gawain looked at her and said word by word: "Because 'my vassal's vassal is not my vassal'."

Then he returned to the desk and quickly took out a piece of letterhead: "Whether it's too late, remind the north - you send this letter directly to the rock fortress, and let them use the griffin messenger, the fastest griffin messenger to deliver the letter. For the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Frontier Corps. In addition, withdraw all the military intelligence officers operating in the conflict zone, first withdraw to the rock fortress, temporarily isolate, and go through a full set of inspections on magic, curses, and epidemics before entering the city. The personnel on the border are also arranged. Starting today, the Rock Fortress and the Gelan Pass will be closed, and all the magic sensing towers in the border area will be turned on to the highest sensitivity."

As he spoke, he quickly wrote an emergency letter, and then continued to put his stamp on it and continued: "I must return to Cecil City - you and I go back."

Amber blinked: "What about the project here?"

"The project here is nearing completion, and Bruce Rock and Magister Banner will ensure that it is successfully completed," Gawain said. "The most important thing at the moment is to ensure the stability of the southern region and find a way to grasp the situation in the northern region. There is a problem in the southern region. ...and there's no more work."

After he finished speaking, Gawain pondered carefully, looking for whether he had missed something, and finally added: "Please send Sonia to send them to the western camp, if the situation in the north really deteriorates, Duke Baldwin Franklin There was a problem over there, and we took over the project at the western camp."

He thought of those cultists hiding in the wasteland, worried that the situation in the northern region was just a smokescreen for the death of all things, and worried that their real purpose was to destroy the barrier.

...

At the same time, in the east of the Holy Spirit Plain, the royal control area, the small town.

The winter snow is gradually melting. This year's recovery month seems to be warmer than in previous years. The patter of snow dripped down the roofs and towers, and almost all the roads in the town became wet because of this, hiding in the houses. Residents of Yiwinter took to the streets one after another. In this month that symbolizes hope, they put a wheat ear saved from last year in the door of their house. Abdominal prayer.

A pair of elf sisters with almost identical looks strolled along the streets of the town.

They are beautiful in appearance and gorgeous in dresses. Whether it is their outstanding appearance or their elves, they don't look like people who would appear in such a remote town. However, they are like acquaintances in the town, hanging out on the wet streets. Court walk.

Some of the pedestrians who came and went seemed to ignore the pair of striking elves, while others stopped and greeted them with a smile.

"The season of recovery is really good," the elf sisters said in unison as they walked, not knowing whether it was to each other, or their unique "talk to themselves", "As soon as the cold days are over, the sprouts will soon disappear. will grow."

A man wearing a soldier's armor passed by them. Hearing that, he stopped slightly, and bowed slightly like a gentleman: "Yes, new shoots are about to grow."

"Your new armor is beautiful."

The elf sisters laughed and said, walking briskly across the street.

On both sides of the street, there are young women sorting out the ears of wheat stuck in the door, men mending farm implements, craftsmen drinking and chatting, apprentices yawning out of the house, all with peaceful and peaceful smiles on their faces. Say hello to passing elf sisters.

"Good morning, Miss Leerna."

"Good morning, Miss Philna."

"Good morning, Uncle Sam - your beard is so refreshing."

"Good morning, Aunt Bobby, it's been a nice day."

The smiles on the faces of the elf sisters were bright and bright, and the peasant woman they called Aunt Bobby stopped working with the ears of wheat, straightened up with a little confusion, but smiled in the next second: "Yes, today It's really nice weather."

"Seeing the sun on the first day of the month of recovery means that the next year will be full," said the Elf sisters with a bright smile. "Is that so?"

The peasant woman's smile became brighter and brighter: "Yes, they will fill their stomachs..."

Everyone laughed brightly.

Men, women, craftsmen, apprentices, soldiers, civilians, people on the street laughed one after the other.

They grinned, and under their lips, neat crystals gleamed.

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