Chapter 828 North

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The latest website: The magic vehicle with the imperial emblem is rolling over the frozen soil that has not yet softened in the extreme north. The melody of the wheels and the engine has broken the calm in the wilderness. The avenue was driving, winding into a black-brown iron current on the road that had just been completely renovated.

The outline of the mountains in the north became clearer and clearer on the horizon, and the clear and high blue sky was like a curtain behind the mountains, shining in the sunlight.

Byron's eyes looked through the car window, looking at the landscape that was completely different from the southern border, looking at the mountains covered with snow and ice, while Duchess Victoria sat opposite him, as quiet as an ice sculpture.

Byron was instructed to go to the north to build the coastline of the empire on the land in the extreme north of the continent. At the same time, as the representative of the empire, he went to welcome the guests from the Duchy of the Holy Dragon, while Duchess Victoria completed her debriefing in the imperial capital. They also have to return to the north, and the two are on the same road.

The increasingly clear scenery of a foreign land came into view, and Byron, a rough-hearted man, couldn't help but sigh: "I never imagined that I would visit the northernmost part of this country one day - and it was only as a general. The identity... destiny is really unpredictable."

Victoria, who was sitting opposite, heard the words and looked over: "I heard that you used to be a mercenary who traveled far and wide, General Byron."

"Traveling from the south to the north..." Byron smiled and shook his head, "At that time, dealing with thieves and wild beasts in the mountains and valleys around a town was considered to be a lot of battles, and it was enough to go to two or three cities. The most outrageous things a group of mercenaries brag in a tavern, they claim to have gone south and north, can’t surpass today’s Pebble-Cecile railway line, when people at that time… hi.”

The nearly fifty-year-old mercenary knight who has experienced from the bottom of the society to the top of the empire today said with a hint of self-deprecation, but he couldn't help but bring back a trace of memory on his face: "But then again, the mercenary I have met a lot of interesting guys over the past ten years. I still remember that at that time I was with a small mercenary group, and there was a swordsman in the group, named Eliza or Elena... Personality and man The same, she is a northerner, she said her home is in a place called Kazaborough... For us at that time, it was almost another world away."

"It's Kazabury," Victoria corrected. "Near Winterhold. It's not too far from the south. How did your friend get to the south?"

"It is said that when I was a child, I followed my parents to trade with my parents. The family caravan encountered robbers near Pompeii... It may also be that they encountered the black gloves of the lord. The whole family did not survive, only she and an old servant were left. The servant also died, and she was tossed to the south...it's probably the case, but no one knows whether it's true or not. Mercenaries like to make up some bizarre origins and experiences for themselves, which is bragging and showing their 'uniqueness' Capital, but in fact they are probably just rogues from a nearby village, and the swords in their hands were bought from some down-to-earth veteran."

Perhaps she had never heard of such a story from the "bottom level", perhaps she was interested in "mercenary", a profession that was gradually declining in the past two years, and the stories behind them. Victoria showed a little curiosity. : "You later became a knight, what about your comrades? Has that female swordsman returned to the north?"

Byron was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No,

And there is no chance to go back. For ordinary people twenty years ago, the North was too far. "

Victoria looked at Byron for two seconds with those ice-like eyes, and then calmly retracted her gaze. She looked out of the car window again, looking in the direction of the north, as if to say casually: "After the spring, the speed of the north-south railway arteries will advance. It will be further accelerated, and when the magic energy train runs in this wilderness, no corner of the empire will be far away."

"That's really a good thing," Byron suddenly laughed, "Dangling on the magic car for so long, my whole body started to hurt—of course, I don't have a problem with the quality of the Imperial Avenue, it's just a long journey If so, the train is obviously more stable and comfortable."

"The Gorgon River will not rise until the middle of the month of recovery, and the waterway can only reach Saint-Sunil at most," Victoria said casually, "In fact, if the 'air route' conceived by His Majesty can be If enabled, it might be the better option: it's sure to fly faster than both trains and ships."

"...I don't think I'm ready to embrace the sky," Byron thought for a while, then said a little embarrassedly, "I have experienced Griffin flight...Unfortunately, I didn't have a good experience, and those A flying machine made of steel and crystal...worries me more than a griffin."

"But the sky will eventually become a part of the future battlefield, General Byron," Victoria said seriously, "even in the old battlefield, the mages with flying ability have shown the effect of turning the tide of the war more than once, if not in the past. With technology and cost constraints, what country doesn’t want to control the blue sky?”

"Of course, of course, I understand the truth," Byron said quickly, his expression rather helpless - he suddenly felt that the Victorian Archduchess and Philip seemed a bit similar, both of them had serious personalities and when they were joking suddenly It's a real problem, but he can rely on his eloquence to deal with Philip, but he can't say that a top noble who has undergone formal logic education and eloquence training can only nod his head at this time, "In fact, I even considered whether it can be carried on ships in the future. A small dragoon aircraft, used to detect sea conditions and find safe routes from high altitudes, but I personally have a little bit of flying..."

"Carrying an aircraft on a ship?" Victoria didn't care what Byron said behind her, her eyes lit up, and her expressionless face showed obvious curiosity, "Is this your idea of ​​building an 'Imperial Navy'? Is it your idea for the future sailing ship?"

Byron was stunned for a moment, and once again realized that he must pay attention to his words when chatting with someone who may be serious at any time - he just grabbed his head and randomly pulled a new technology over and pressed it into the topic to avoid embarrassment. Is the female archduke in front of you still serious?

The future Admiral's eyes flickered subconsciously, and he glanced at the horizon outside the car window.

It is still a few hours' drive from Beijing Xiongguan.

So... what's next?

...

The lingering wind, carrying the snow from the top of the mountain, whistled and swirled between the gray-white high walls of Longlin Fort and the steep boulder cliffs between the mountains and rocks, as if everything was covered with a hazy curtain. With the whistling of the snow, the shield used to protect the city also became blurred, becoming an inconspicuous background color between the curtains.

Ser Gorosh Hickel raised his head and looked at the mountain tops that had been hidden in the snow, as if he could still feel the sight that penetrated the curtain of wind and snow, and that line of sight was cast from the palace at the highest point of Longlin Fort. , seems to be falling on itself.

The earth dragon beast under the body shook its neck a little irritably. This pack beast unique to the extreme north seemed to sense a little bit of the master's mind, and began to rub its front hooves on the ground slightly, and from time to time issued from the throat. Muffled grunts.

Although there is a root of "dragon" in the name, the "earth dragon beasts" of the Holy Dragon Principality actually have nothing to do with "dragon". They are just mild herbivorous creatures domesticated by dragon descendants. In the land ruled by dragonborn, many animals and plants that have nothing to do with dragons will be crowned with the root of "dragon".

This is a kind of paranoia that outsiders cannot understand, but the Dragonborn have long been used to it.

After a long time, Ser Gorosh turned his head, glanced at the team behind him, and nodded to the woman with red hair and cape who was also riding on the back of the Earth Dragon Beast: "Ms. Asarena, Let's go."

"We should have left long ago, many days ago," the red-haired woman called Ms. Asharena frowned and couldn't help complaining, "Those MPs whose heads are full of ice and stones And the elders...their nervousness about the 'outside world' is hilarious. I really don't know why even His Majesty Balogar was influenced by those guys, and he suddenly ordered us to stand by the day before the mission departed. Waited so long..."

Ser Gorosh glanced at the red-haired Asarena, he knew that the Dragon Seal witch had always been open-mouthed, and the sudden delay of the mission's operation was indeed not quite like the style of the Dragonblood Archduke in the past, but he He still said in a gentle tone: "Your Majesty has his own considerations, it is not only us and the Grand Duke who maintain the operation of the Holy Dragon Principality, but also those councillors and elders whose heads are stuffed with ice and stones as you say, their Opinions must be considered."

Asarena listened to Ser Gorosh's words and shrugged indifferently: "Anyway, let those councillors who are full of tension and worry continue to worry, and may the snow and stones in the mountains effectively protect them who are worried about the country. The heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys who are worried about the people and are vulnerable - we will have the opportunity to witness the outside world, and it will definitely be only us, not them, who will be recorded in the annals of history in the future."

The corners of Ser Gorosh's mouth twitched slightly, and then the entire team began to set foot on the road to the south under his leadership, gradually leaving the high mountain where Dragon's Nest was located.

Before he was about to cross the last level at the foot of the mountain, Ser Gorosh couldn't help but look back at the snow-covered mountain top for the last time.

Although he comforted the Dragon Seal Witch with words, the doubts in his heart were actually no less than that of the Witch.

As early as many days ago, the Duchy of the Holy Dragon made the decision to send a mission to Cecil. Even the mission personnel and materials had been assembled, and he was ready to lead the team to set off, but the whole operation failed. It was suddenly ordered to be suspended, and the entire team was inexplicably on standby until today.

For this reason, the Holy Dragon Duchy even had to send a letter to the Cecil Empire to explain the situation, adding unnecessary links.

The one who ordered the mission was the Grand Duke of Dragon Blood, and the one who suddenly ordered the mission to stand by was also the Grand Duke of Dragon Blood, and for the second order, the reason given by the Grand Duke was that considering the advice of conservative members of the parliament, it was necessary to conduct this visit. Do more evaluation and consideration.

But Ser Gorosh knew Balogar, and the Archduke would rarely change the orders he had issued for this reason—this would undoubtedly undermine the authority of the Dragonblood Archduke, and it would make many people suspicious.

Although this small influence is nothing to the Archduke, if there is no sufficient reason, he will not suddenly do such a meaningless thing.

So... what was the reason for him to suddenly change his order?

Gorosh withdrew his gaze towards Longlinbao, pressed all his doubts to the bottom of his heart, and turned his eyes to the south again.

...

The flaming brazier dispelled the cold air of the mountains in the extreme north. In the palace with rough shape and piled with boulders, the Dragon Blood Archduke Balogel left the terrace overlooking the foot of the mountain and walked back to his grand but lonely place alone. on the throne.

The entire throne room was empty.

All the courtiers had dispersed, and all the squires and guards had been sent outside by him earlier-everyone knew that the Duke of Dragonblood often liked to be alone in the hall, and he needed a quiet environment to Thinking about things, everyone in the palace is not surprised by it.

The silence lasted for a moment before Balogar exhaled softly and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of his large throne.

With the crisp knocking sound, the ban on the entire hall was quietly activated, and an invisible barrier enveloped the entire space.

Balogher's calm and solemn voice broke the silence:

"Code AZ-689, Outlaws call Omega."

The pale golden communication interface quickly opened in front of the throne of the Dragon Blood Archduke, and a circular image with a shaking edge appeared in front of Balogel.

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