Chapter 827 Spring Wind

For people living in the eastern area of ​​the Holy Spirit Plain at this time, the arrival of spring not only means the end of the cold winter, but also the warmer weather, but also the most crucial turning point of a "battle".

Having survived the oppression of a cold winter, the reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plain will be back on track with the coming of the month of recovery. The day when the ice melts will be the day when mankind will once again move towards its former homeland.

Red Maple rebuilds the southern stronghold of the camp.

The druid doctor in a white and green-edged uniform sat behind the table, turned over a form in front of him, and after scanning the records on it, the tall, thin young man raised his head and looked at the silent standing. A tall man in a hood across the table.

"From the eastern border area? Actively signed up?"

The hooded man simply hummed, seemingly reluctant to speak.

The druid doctor in charge of registration is no stranger to this situation. He has received hundreds of healers, and the crystallized infection has caused unimaginable trauma to them, and this trauma is not only physical— But he believes that every recovered person has a chance to return to a normal life, at least, they will be accepted here.

"Take off the hood," said the doctor. "Don't worry, I've seen a lot."

The tall man remained silent, but at least cooperatively, he reached out and took off the hood on his head, and then took off the scarf that covered his face.

A face covered with black scabs and remnants of crystals appeared in front of the doctor, and the scars left by the erosion of the crystals spread all the way down the cheeks and even into the collar.

"...It's really a blessing that you survived," the young doctor looked at the scars and crystals for a moment, and said with a sigh, shaking his head, "but don't worry, there are still many people like you here - the cluster contamination left behind. Tens of thousands of infected people have fallen, but the land still welcomes you - it's your number plate."

The young doctor handed a metal plate pressed by a machine to the "healed person" in front of him. The metal plate flashed with fine grid lines and the striking number - 32.

"Number 32..." The tall man whispered the number above, his voice hoarse, with the trauma left by the crystallized infection.

"You can put your name on the back or you don't have to - a lot of recovered people give themselves new names, and you can do that too. But the statistics department only recognizes your number, which is the same for everyone. ."

The tall man didn't respond, just asked hoarsely after a moment of silence, "When am I going to work?"

"Don't worry, someone will take you to work tomorrow morning," the young doctor laughed. "Before that, you can familiarize yourself with this place and the atmosphere here—"

The roar of machines came from outside the window along with the workers' cries.

The tall, silent man looked out the window and saw that large vehicles covered in sheet cloth were parked in the open field. Workers were working together to carry sacks unloaded from the vehicles. Young officials in uniform stood by and were working with The team leader talked, and among the workers who unloaded the truck, there were both healthy ordinary people and recovered people with scars and crystal remnants on their bodies.

The doctor stood up from behind the desk and came to the window: "Welcome to the Hongfeng Reconstruction Area, everything will be fine - just like this land, everything will eventually be rebuilt."

Another large truck covered in sheet cloth drove into the camp. The warmer wind swept across the flagpole on the square and blew the straps on the side of the carriage that were used to fix the sheet cloth. More builders rushed up and cooperated skillfully. He was carrying the wooden boxes and sacks unloaded from the car.

"This is the last batch of grain the western region can raise,

"The captain of the convoy looked at the last truck and said to the young officer next to him, "I hope this can help you. "

"Enough is enough," the young government office official in a coat nodded. "The reserves are enough to last us until the harvest season, and we will definitely resume production before that."

The team leader with strong arms and a beard looked forward with emotion, and looked at the people who were mixed with ordinary people and still had traces of cluster infection on their bodies: "Infected people have a hard time in other areas, I am While crossing the border, I saw that there were still villages driving the infected into the wild..."

"They are called 'healers' here, which is an order from their superiors," said the young official. "The evil forces entrenched in the land have been eradicated, and the infection is no longer possible to spread. Changing a name is changing people's minds. The first step. Of course, we also understand the fear and hostility of ordinary people to the 'cluster', so if you meet the healed people in the border area again, you can let them come here, and every reconstruction camp here will accept them, We always welcome a larger workforce."

"I'll convey it on my behalf - they have doubts about the publicity station of the Council, but an ordinary person returning from the redevelopment area should gain their trust more," the team captain laughed, but his eyes swept across the The trucks parked in the open space swept over the reconstruction workers gathered from all over the place, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "This is really incredible..."

"What's incredible?"

"These people, and these things... The entire empire is running, just to rebuild this plain... In the Ansu era, who would dare to imagine such a thing?" The team captain sighed and shook his head gently, "This is the The 'new order' that His Majesty said..."

The young government officials did not respond, but looked into the distance thoughtfully, as if passing through the walls of the reconstruction camp and across the vast undulating plains...

...

The blue flag on the city wall of Solimburg fluttered and stretched in the wind. The wind seemed to bring the breath of fresh vegetation. There were rapid footsteps in the long corridor of the research center. A gray-haired druid walked quickly. Walking through the promenade, holding a volume of information in his hand: "Neutralizer No. 3 is effective! Neutralizer No. 3 is effective!!"

The shouts of the middle-aged Druid spread throughout the corridor, the doors of the rooms opened, and the technicians working in the facility stuck their heads out one after another. After a brief period of confusion and reaction, cheers finally began to resound throughout the entire room. corridor.

The wind blew through the courtyard outside the corridor, and the unusually lush flowers and trees in the courtyard swayed happily in this early spring season.

Near the research facility, next to the testing ground, Norris stood up slowly with the help of his assistant. He listened to the sound from the grass and couldn't help but look in the direction of the Thorin Giant Tree. He saw the huge tree. Plants are shaking their canopies slightly in the bright sun, and countless branches and leaves are swaying in the wind, as if mixed with whispers.

"Minister, the No. 3 neutralizer has worked," the assistant's voice came from the side, with undisguised excitement and joy, "This way, even the most polluted land can be effectively purified. Grain-producing areas can be re-farmed soon!”

Norris looked at the land in front of him that had recovered to health, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face. He unabashedly relieved, and looked at the agronomy assistants and Druid experts beside him. Nodding his head: "It's useful, it's useful..."

His eyes swept across the tired or excited faces, and finally landed on a special group of flower vines in the corner. The old man walked over slowly and stopped in front of the flower vines: "Ms. Bertiera, thank you Without your assistance, we would not have been able to find the most effective purification solution so quickly..."

The flower vines squirmed, green leaves and flowers intertwined and grew, a female figure emerged from it, Bertila appeared in front of everyone with a dull expression: "Don't thank me... In the end, I'm just remedying what we committed ourselves. mistake."

"But Neutralizer No. 3 was completed with your assistance after all," Norris shook his head slightly, "and without your life-catalyzing power, we couldn't have completed all the sample tests and tests in just one winter. Comparative analysis."

Bertila listened to Norris' words, and there was only peace on her expressionless face.

Poisoners know how to detoxify, and the All-Death Association, which once spread the curse on this land, naturally has detailed information about the curse, and as a "miracle creature" that has inherited the final legacy of the All-Death Association, she has indeed succeeded. Helping the folks at the Solinborg Research Institute find the best means of neutralizing crystalline pollution in the soil, just in her own opinion...

This really can't be called a "glory".

"It's not enough to just find the No. 3 neutralizer. The next difficulty is how to mass-produce it as soon as possible," an expert present broke the silence, "It takes time for something to go from the research lab to the factory, from raw materials to Product also takes time – spring farming will begin soon, and the ability to restore farming in heavily polluted areas is key to getting us through this difficult time.”

"Fortunately, the preparation process of the neutralizer is not complicated. The existing alchemy plants should have all the production conditions. The key is to prepare the raw materials and transform the reactor," said another technician. "If Saint-Sunil and Pompeii are The alchemy factories in the region will start at the same time, and it should be too late.”

Bertiera listened to the discussion, the branches and flowers behind him swayed gently: "If you need me, I can help - the ecological pods growing in my root zone can also be used to synthesize neutralizers, but the efficiency is Probably not as good as your factory..."

"Those eco-pods are cultivating the seeds for spring farming, which is equally important to us," Norris interrupted Bertila, "Ms. Bertila, please believe in the power of Cecil Industries, the alchemy factory will solve the problem. down production issues.”

Then, the old man smiled again: "Of course, if there is a real risk of insufficient production, we will definitely ask you for help in time."

Bertila quietly looked at the old man in front of him, looking at this man without any extraordinary power, even his life was about to come to an end, but he led thousands of ordinary people like him and willing to devote themselves to this battle. The extraordinary people in the business came to reverse the old man in a disaster, and did not speak for a while.

She closed her eyes slightly, her perception diffused, and she watched everything on this land.

In this warm recovery month, another gust of wind blew across the plains of the Sorin region. The wind blew across the huge canopy of the Sorin giant tree, which covered the sky and the sun, and set off a path among the layers of branches and broad leaves. Continuous waves.

The giant magic obelisk placed at the top of the Thorin giant tree exudes a faint blue light, floating in the air and running calmly. It is set in the hub monitoring station on the lower level of the tree trunk. The magic net terminal directly connected to the obelisk is emerging from the sky. Greetings from distant sites:

"The Luan Junction sends a message to the Sorin Junction, and greets the compatriots in the reconstruction area - the weather in Luan City is fine today."

Deep underground in the giant tree area, between the winding and huge root system, the former headquarters of the Association for the End of Everything has been occupied by vines, roots and modern civilization. The bright magic spar lamps illuminate the gloomy and depressing rooms and In the hall, under the lights, lush plants are surrounded by translucent ecological pods, and in the pale yellow biomass solution, there are a large number of lives wrapped in culture substrates - no longer distorted experimental creatures, nor deadly The monstrous monsters, the most common grains and legumes, are rapidly maturing.

That was the fruit of Bertila and the Imperial Druids throughout the winter, it was a successful individual that had been catalyzed and cultivated countless times, and it was a seed that could thrive in mildly polluted areas.

Imperial Druids in robes or short robes were busy between the culture containers, observing samples, recording data, screening individuals, quietly and orderly, serious and rigorous.

This made Bertira unable to help but think of the past, and the busyness of those cultists in the underground palace in the past.

But everything is markedly different.

Technology, after all, is back where it should be.