Chapter 915

Autumn is cold and cold, and the short warm season in the northern part of the continent has long since ended. From the vast plains occupied by the northern city-states to the mossy woods where the grey elves have lived for generations, everyone is preparing for the winter that will soon come.

Reserve fuel for the winter, catch the last sunny day to dry dried fish and make pickles, repair the house damaged in the autumn rain, and unearth the cotton-padded bedding for the winter... Except for the Cecil Empire, where magic technology has entered the civilian stage. In addition, people in most parts of the world still live a life that is not very different from the past - even if the magic technology from afar has begun to change the way of life of some people, bringing many new things to these ancient lands, But these changes will take time.

Rupert, who had just moved to the city, pushed a cart of charcoal and walked down the street. The wind that was much colder than yesterday was blowing on his face. I couldn't help shrinking my neck. He raised his head, looked around at the place that was still very unfamiliar to him, and couldn't help sniffing.

He's still trying to adjust to life in the city, and it's not easy.

Compared with the forest he is used to living in, this "big forest" built by people is too huge, too cold, too crowded, and too chaotic. Every day, he has to deal with countless unknown people and be strangers. Work, heard a lot of new news that I didn't understand, and finally returned to a strange place - the only people who can comfort me are my wife and a pair of children who moved in with me. They let me live in this strange city, And the ultimate motivation to finally decide to take root here.

After all, in addition to the unfamiliar environment that is difficult to adapt to, life in the city is far more comfortable and convenient than in the forest. As a gray elf who is good at handling herbal raw materials, his income in the distillation and maturation plant is enough to provide a warm family. In the residence, the wife no longer has to worry about the wild beasts and poisonous insects that appear in the forest at any time. As for the children...

They really like this bustling big city.

Another gust of cold wind came, and Rupert couldn't help sniffing again. He looked at the car of charcoal in front of him: this car was bought from the charcoal burning field in the south, plus the amount he bought before. , the fuel needed for the family to spend the winter in the city is ready. Living in the city is no better than the forest, where there is no way to go out to pick up firewood, and the fuel for heating can only be purchased with money. The operator of the carbon-burning field was a shrewd-looking gray elf businessman. Rupert felt that he was probably the richest person he had ever met in his life. However, for some unknown reason, when he recalled the details of the previous transactions, he always felt The shrewd charcoal trader is scowling...

Rupert pushed the cart and walked through the center of the city. A pleasant, soft sound of music suddenly entered his ears. He looked up subconsciously and saw a huge crystal device standing proudly on the square in front of the chief's long house. The large-scale magic device has runes flickering on the surface, a large crystal is floating on a base made of some alloy and slowly rotating, and the soft music is coming from a certain structure of this device.

He recalled the name of the device, it should be called the Magic Obelisk - since entering the city, this is the thing that surprised him the most. Rupert didn't know how the Cecilians living in the East created this incredible device, but he knew that the square and the large blocks outside the square were reliant on this device to provide energy, and those extremely bright It drives the streetlights and the "machines" in some factories.

And the installation will start playing the traditional music of the grey elves every day when the sun rises, until the sun goes down.

This second function is said to be instigated by the patriarch himself and tinkered with by the Grey Elf's own "Magic Technicians". Rupert did not understand the concepts of "technical exchange" and "foreign expert guidance", but he knew that the residents of the city welcomed the music in the square, which made some citizens who were originally opposed to magic technology put down People are on guard, and many of the more receptive residents have organized themselves, often dancing or playing musical instruments in the square to the sound of music—as they do at festivals.

A slightly hoarse and neutral voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Rupert's association with the "Magic Obelisk": "Citizen, do you need help?"

Rupert was startled by the sound, turned his head in a panic, but saw a very tall and strong woman standing beside him - this is an orc, almost as tall as three gray elves, beautiful The soft fur is covered with strong, bulging muscles, and there is a terrifying chopping axe on his back. The lady guarding the plaza was looking at herself, not vicious - but enough to make the country grey elves nervous about living in the city.

"No...it's nothing, I'm distracted, distracted..." Rupert waved his hands in a panic and said.

"Okay, then don't be in a daze for too long," the orc lady said casually, her eyes fell casually on Rupert's car of charcoal, and she frowned, "Hey, I hope you really don't need to burn charcoal in the future. Well, this thing is not friendly to hair."

"Ah?" Rupert was a little surprised that the guards in the city were friendlier than he thought, and he was even more curious because of the other party's words. "Ma'am, what did you say? Are you not allowed to burn charcoal in the future?"

"I mean, there is no need to burn charcoal in the future," the orc lady glanced at the gray elf who looked a little confused, "Have you not heard? Magical heating stations are being built in the north and south of the city. According to those 'Sisi' According to the contractor's statement, after the heating station is built, the whole street can be warmed with only a few heat pipes, there is no need to worry about fire, there will be no choking smoke, and there will be no more bald tails burned by charcoal fire. The orcs are unlucky. Of course, at least next year..."

Rupert listened to the description of the square guard as if from heaven. Those terms and concepts were completely another world to him - and he believed that even people who lived in the city for a long time were not necessarily Can understand what the so-called "magic heat station", "heat pipe" and the like are, after all, he has heard locals in the tavern in the past few days using eight different versions of the "magic engine". "The principle of what those Cecil merchants brought... It's really hard to understand.

Rupert can only be sure that all those amazing-looking machines are man-made. When disassembled, it is a pile of iron blocks and crystals with nothing special. There are no little devils living in them, and there is no need to absorb any soul-this is It was the Cecilians who emphasized it over and over again, and even the patriarch personally assured the citizens.

He shook his head and temporarily put aside the confusion about "how to keep warm without burning charcoal". Anyway, it sounded like it would only happen next year. At the same time, he subconsciously glanced at the tail of the tall orc lady in front of him - this The cautious glance obviously failed to hide the eyes of a professional fighter, who immediately threw his tail behind him and glared at him at the same time.

Rupert immediately shrank his neck and hurriedly pushed the cart forward.

Although he couldn't be sure whether the mighty soldier had his tail bald by the charcoal fire, he now understood why the charcoal merchant who looked so shrewd and rich was always frowning...

...

Morelina watched the gray elf who was not very bright and seemed to have entered the city from the countryside not long ago, pushing the car away, and a feline-like whistling sounded in her throat, and then she looked at the chief longhouse not far away. Glancing at the mechanical clock hanging in front, after confirming that the time was approaching, she walked to the huge crystal device in the center of the square.

Next to the Magical Obelisk, which powers most of the city, there is a smaller device - a magic web terminal with a triangular base and clear crystal components.

This terminal has been installed here for three days, and countless citizens have speculated about its role, but it is only today that it will come in handy for the first time.

Several technicians are debugging this complex magic device here. Two of them are humans with obvious foreign accents. They are checking the crystal and explaining some details to the people next to them. The grey elves with short white robes and short like children, holding pen and paper in their hands, listened to the instructions of the two strangers nervously and intently, like apprentices.

None of them paid any attention to the female captain of the guard who walked to the side - a female warrior who was full of curiosity but didn't know anything about magic technology and could not affect the working status of these technicians.

With the tinkering of these people, the smaller magic device was finally activated—not much later than the scheduled time.

Accompanied by a slight buzzing and interfering sound, a bright light curtain appeared out of thin air, and a large magic projection instantly appeared in the center of the square, with brilliant colors and beautiful sounds bursting out at the same time——

Morelina, who was carrying the chopping axe, blew up the fluff almost immediately, and jumped out like a keen feline hunter, almost taking off the weapon behind her, but soon she realized that the device was just a It just created some harmless projections, and what appeared on the projection was a gray elf who looked nervous.

She felt a little embarrassed, and even the fine white fluff couldn't stop her slightly flushed face, but the citizens who were suddenly alarmed obviously didn't notice this small detail. They were surprised and curious as they watched the sudden appearance on the square. The magic image of , heard a voice coming from inside:

"This... this is the Moswood Forest Magic Net broadcast, the first broadcast. What we are broadcasting today is the picture from 'White Feather Harbor', our patriarch Ms. Wenna Baizhi will..."

...

The autumn wind blew through the low forest along the coast, and the air full of moisture rolled through the houses beside the port and the outpost near the port. The long trestle bridge extended from the land to the endless sea, and the blue The ocean of color slowly undulates at the end of the trestle, full of texture under the sun.

The blue sea and blue sky, the undulating waves, the constant wind, and the chirping of seabirds—all these are rare sights to be seen in the depths of the moss woods.

Wenna Baizhi stood on the trestle of this small port, beside her trusted guards and advisors.

Not far from her, there are representatives of the dwarf kingdom from afar.

"It should be almost time..." Wen Na muttered to herself.

"Yes, chief," nodded a human in brown robes and a silver headband, "the last signal was that they were only an hour away from the port, and the northern outpost also reported that I saw the shadow of the ship at sea—it should be coming soon.”

Wen Na hummed and looked back at the open space not far away - a group of technicians were gathered there, they were surrounded by a brand-new and expensive-looking magic machine, the crystal device fixed above the machine Is shining in the sun.

The machine made the gray elf leader a little nervous, but she easily resolved the discomfort. She knew that her figure should have been recorded by the wonderful device and transmitted back to the wind song deep in the moss woods. The city and the city of Sanbitok in the eastern part of the woodland - these are the only two cities in the Mosswood Forest that have established a magic net and are connected by communication devices, and they are also the "magic net pilot" of the entire Ogre Tribal Nation. As the main driver of the whole project, she knew that she had to be perfect and good enough today.

"I hope the citizens of Windsong and Sanbitoke don't get too nervous when they first see the Leynet broadcast," she whispered in a voice that only advisors can hear next to her. Magic machines are different."

"New things always make people nervous, and the Cecilians would still exclaim when they first saw the lyric broadcast," the human advisor with the silver headband on his head also whispered, "but they were nervous. After that, brave and curious people will appear, and as long as we encourage and guide us, new things will grow rapidly.”

Wen Na hummed and raised her head again to look at the sea in the distance, but her attention was on the not very large trestle bridge in sight.

It's just a small port, and it would have been much worse at the moment had it not been for urgent repairs and additions recently.

After all, its original purpose was only for local fishermen to dock some small boats, and those boats would not travel farther than the offshore demarcation line.

"White Feather Port is just a fishing village..." Wen Na said softly, "But maybe starting from today, this is no longer just a fishing village..."

A loud flute that seemed to penetrate the sea suddenly came from the sea and entered everyone's ears.

"I'm coming!"

The onlookers at the port shouted loudly. Even the representatives of the gray elves on the trestle bridge and the representatives of the dwarves who came from afar stretched their necks. They all looked at the sparkling sea in unison. Between the waves and the brilliant rays of the sun, a ship made of steel, covered with a shimmering magic shield, and with strange wings on both sides, was sailing towards this side by the wind and waves.

There are ships coming from the north.

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