Sword of Dawn

The extra three hearts and the bionic pump under the scales can greatly improve the endurance and survivability of the dragons who need to travel far, but anyway, talking about black traps with aliens, and reminding them of the taboo knowledge about the gods... Sure enough, it was still too exciting.

Melita breathed heavily, calming down the side effects of overdose booster injections—although there are still some dragons who enjoy this feeling, and even have the problem of booster addiction, but she is really not used to this .

After feeling a little better, she closed the scales around her neck, hiding the implants again.

In the dragon society of Tarrond, implants and boosters have long been a part of the life of the dragons, and the newborn dragons even have to undergo the first implant surgery in the first decade of the dragon's life—— A resonance core is implanted in the skull.This resonance core will establish a connection between the user and "Omega", so that the young dragons can have a dialogue with the powerful artificial intelligence, and the latter will complete the knowledge education and behavior guidance for the young dragons—so It can be said that any normal Tallond dragon citizen has [-]% implants in his body.

It's just that some dragons choose to expose the implants, such as Speaker Andal, and some dragons prefer hidden transformations, such as Melita Pernia.

After resting for another 10 minutes, Melita stood up. The bleeding wound on her body had healed urgently, and the takeoff was no longer a problem. They were probably in a mess.

The blue dragon soared into the sky, and soon reached a height where it could communicate directly with Tarrond.

Although Tarrond can also be contacted on the surface, all communications at that height will be heard by the Dragon God. Only at this height near the end of the sky and the legacy of the "Starter" will the communication not be monitored by any gods .

It's the same even if the person on the other side of the communication is standing on the ground, at the gate of the god's palace—millions of years have passed, and the majesty of the sailor is still there.

A pale golden communication interface appeared in front of Melita, and she called the Mithril Treasury headquarters in the distance while maintaining the flight altitude: "Melita Pernia calls the support team, Melita Pernia calls the support team... …Hurry up! I’m dialing you in the stratosphere with a tenth-level disability, do you hear me!!”

Finally, a nervous and flustered voice came from the communication interface: "Melita! This is Noretta—what's the situation with you? Your implant suddenly reported that two of your four hearts exploded! And you injected yourself with a triple dose of booster!"

Melita took a deep breath: "Phew... it didn't explode, I rescued it with regeneration agents, but the sensor should be broken... It's okay, I can feel them still jumping."

Hearing Melita's still-spirited voice, Noretta, who was far away in Tarrond, finally heaved a sigh of relief. After relaxing, she also joked: "Why is it so miserable—you embezzled the customer's gift?" It was finally discovered by the client? Was it beaten by some legendary strongman?"

"I chatted with Gawain Cecil about the black trap and the Reverse Tide Empire," Melita said indifferently, "I accidentally said a few more words."

As expected, she heard the sound of something falling on the ground and several exclamations during the communication.

The chaos caused by herself made the corners of Melita's mouth curl up slightly.

A friend's exclamation came from the light golden communication interface: "Melita! You are crazy!! You are dying?!"

"Isn't this still alive?"

"What's going on?" Noretta seemed to have finally calmed down, and felt something strange from Melita's tone, "You can rest assured that Omega has intervened, and Speaker Andal is on the line."

"Gawain Cecil got an Ultimate Book made by the Reverse Tide Empire—don't exclaim, it's damaged," Melita said unhurriedly, "In addition, in the book that I didn't deliberately guide Under such circumstances, he summed up one of the core laws of 'disobedience'."

There was a long silence on the other side of the communication, and then a voice came: "Which one?"

"Humans have taken over divine power with human intelligence," Melita said, "babies crawling out of the cradle need to use their own hands and feet..."

The majestic and steady voice of Speaker Andal came from the communication channel: "Okay, there's no need to go on."

Even in this place close to the legacy of the "Voyager", at this height far away from the eyes of the gods, there are some taboos, so be careful.

Melita stopped this dangerous topic, and then under the inquiry of Noretta and Speaker Andal, she carefully reported the process of meeting with Gawain Cecil today.

After the report was over, she heard Speaker Andal let out a long sigh.

It was a sigh of relief.

The dragon elder who lived for a long time asked in a deep voice: "Melita, in your opinion, how far are the ordinary people of the Cecil Empire...?"

Melita's answer was very straightforward: "Most of them are still ignorant and backward, controlled by the old ideas of kingship and theocracy. Cecil has been pushing education like hell, but it's clear this isn't something that can be fixed in four or five years."

Speaker Andal's voice seemed a little low: "...Yes, yes, this can't be resolved within a few years..."

"But we can't ignore the changes that have taken place," Melita continued, "It is true that most people's transformation will take time, but various sprouts have indeed appeared on this land, or, The accumulation of this land itself has reached a critical point, and the appearance of Gawain Cecil has only advanced this process, and effectively concentrated these germs, preventing them from disappearing silently in the dark—these germs include the The skepticism of theocracy, including the pursuit of reason, and the cognition of the laws of nature, Gawain is now playing their roles in the correct way, so the speed of change in Cecil's society may be faster than we expected. "

After another brief silence, Speaker Andal spoke in a low voice: "...You seem to have extra confidence in Gawain Cecil and the order he created."

Melita's answer was still frank: "I have seen changes in this land that have not been seen in a thousand years."

"...I hope your judgment is correct." Speaker Andal said in a deep voice.

After the speaker's voice fell, Noretta's voice interjected: "But no matter what, leaving the relics of the Reverse Tide Empire in human society is somewhat risky, Melita, I think you'd better take back that book— —Tal Londe can make some compensation for this, and Gawain Cecil shouldn't mind selling favor to the dragon, right?"

Melita shook her head, and just about to speak, she heard Speaker Andal's voice again: "Noretta, trust Melita's judgment on this matter."

"but……"

"Noretta, young you, are you more stubborn than an old man like me?"

Noretta paused for a moment: "...I understand, Your Excellency the Speaker."

This matter finally came to an end, and Melita couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart.

She challenged the rules and faced shocking information too many times today. Thinking about it now, it feels like she has been frantically probing for hours on the verge of sudden death.

Such an exciting job... All I can say is that dealing with Gawain Cecil is not very good for the heart.

Not very good in a physical sense.

"Melita, go back to Tarrond first after finishing the work at hand," the voice of the white dragon Noretta came from the opposite side of the communicator again, "Your implant needs repairing, and your physical condition after the backlash is also serious. It needs to be carefully checked."

"I know, you don't need to tell me—I'm dying of pain right now," Melita said, taking a breath, "I'll find a place to rest for a day or two, and I'll go back to Tarrond when I recover my strength."

"Received—good luck."

"I have received your blessing."

The communication was hung up, and the pale golden communication interface turned into shimmering particles, which gradually dissipated in the air.

Melita took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the icy high-altitude air, and then slowly exhaled.

Accompanied by the dull pain in the muscles and skeleton all over her body, she began to slowly lower the height.

The land of Cecil's empire was reflected more and more clearly in her huge pupils.

Mountains and rivers, forests and plains, cities and villages, and countless people living on this land.

"A change that hasn't happened in a thousand years... I hope I read it right..."

The refraction position spreads on the scales, the figure of the dragon gradually disappears in the phantom created by the magic power, the shadow of the dragon that hides its figure flies across the sky, on the wind-swept land, the convoy full of supplies is setting off, full of hope Immigrants are settling, fighting teams are gathering...

Chapter 0735 People who rebuild their homes

A sudden wind swept across the wilderness, kicking up a large amount of sand, gravel and fallen leaves, as well as a corner of the thick tarpaulin covering the heavy truck. An escort stepped forward and pulled the loose rope, and tied the lifted tarpaulin back onto the side of the truck while looking up at the clear, expansive sky.

The sky was so clear that nothing could be seen except some sparse clouds.

"Strange wind..." the escort mumbled, puzzled by his inexplicable heart palpitations just now.

The loud voice of the transportation captain came from afar: "Car No. [-]!"

The escort shook his head, and shook some stories about the winter spirit and the strange story of the plain out of his mind, and responded with the same loud voice: "Car No. [-] is ready! Boss!"

"Car No. [-]!" "Car No. [-] is ready!" "Car No. [-]..."

The mechanics in charge of driving the vehicle got into the high driver's seat at the front of the vehicle, and the follower and co-pilot also boarded the vehicle one after another. The buzzing sound of the power ridge charging brought a sense of reassurance, and the voice of the fleet commander It came from outside: "Check the status of your vehicles, this distance is not short, the Holy Spirit Plain is freezing!

"The shipping on the Gorgon River has stopped, and we are the only shipping line this winter——

"Let's go! The compatriots on the plain are still waiting for these food and medicine!"

The magic engine made a low sound, the gears and levers rotated and rubbed under the power of the machine, and the heavy and large magic vehicles gradually accelerated. In the vast winter wilderness, the man-made steel giant roared, full of holy spirits. The urgently needed supplies for the plain reconstruction area smeared black tracks on the vast land, and the tracks pointed far to the north...

In the plain area, the Gorgon River, the dry season is coming as scheduled, and the drop in the water level of the river makes it difficult and dangerous for large ships to navigate. As the managers of the various sections of the river channel issued warnings, the busy shipping on the Gorgon River for more than half a year finally gradually slowed down. cease.

In the past, this meant that all those who begged for a living on the river would go into "hibernation" like the farmers on the plains. Except for a few brave people, everyone would go back to the huts by the river and snuggle up with their families. , light a warm fire, rely on the stored food, and wait quietly for the end of winter. This is true for ordinary sailors, and the same is true for ship owners who own ships.

But this year's situation is slightly different from previous years.

A team called the "Joint Reconstruction Regiment" came to the plain area from the Rock Fortress. This team built large and small camps in the scorched East Holy Spirit Plain, and started the reconstruction work in full swing. Shouting the slogan "take back the land from wolves and winter", with some incomprehensible enthusiasm, they are trying to bring this land back to life.

The winter, when there was nothing to do, suddenly became lively.

The boatman Du Lin jumped off the raft with his two sons, and the workers who were waiting on the shore immediately stepped forward and skillfully dragged the raft with hooks and ropes and dragged it to the shore. The ropes that bound the raft were untied, and the logs that made up the raft were dragged to the shore, ready to be sent to the camp not far away.

The Baishui River has been closed to navigation, but the river channel is not completely frozen. Although large ships can no longer sail, small rafts and boats can still sail on the shallow water. As a local living on the Gorgon River, Du Lin accepts He was hired by the Joint Reconstruction Corps, and his task was to help transport the wood felled from upstream to the camp area downstream—using the ancestral rafting skills and the skills honed from years of begging for food between these reefs. guts and experience.

This man who has been floating on the Gorgon River for half his life stretched his neck, watching those people in gray-blue winter clothes busy between the shallows and the highlands on the bank. In this freezing winter, it is not suitable for work here. busy days.

He couldn't understand the scene in front of him, because this kind of thing had never happened before.

He didn't intend to get too involved with these people's affairs, because he was an honest and responsible "river man", and those who came out of the Rock Fortress carried the royal family's flag and were escorted by the army.

But he would still stretch his neck and spend a long time looking at those southerners who didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, as well as the locals who were mixed among the southerners, who were said to have originally lived in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain.

It is said that those local people had escaped during the previous war and had been hiding in the southern cities and towns. Now they have returned with the southerners and intend to rebuild their homes.

Du Lin didn't see the faces he knew among the "locals"—these people were probably dead.

Du Lin looked at the people on the shoal and the river bank, because he was a little envious of those people's thick winter clothes, and the aroma that wafted from them when they lit a fire and cooked on the river bank—there were no patches on those winter clothes, and they were obviously new clothes, and they Occasionally, the smell of meat wafts from cooking—they eat meat every week.

In this winter, Du Lin's life has actually been much better than in previous years - he originally planned to spend a difficult winter, because of that terrible war, because of those terrible monsters, the good fields on the east bank were destroyed, and the village The town and the town were also destroyed. The nobles died and ran away, and the merchants also fled in all directions. The "river people" who relied on transporting goods for the nobles and merchants for a living lost half of their source of livelihood. The days of coming down will be extremely difficult, but what I didn't expect was that those southerners returned to the land they burned with their rumbling machines.

The Joint Reconstruction Mission brought unexpected opportunities for work, or life, to river workers, sailors, and captains on the Gorgon River who were preparing for the hard winter.

Du Lin was very grateful for the generosity of these outsiders, and was quite happy to exchange his skills and experience for the whole family's winter rations, but...he was still a little envious of those new and neat winter clothes, and the meat stewed in the big pots by the river bank .

A tall and thin man in a gray-blue cotton robe walked by and stopped in front of Du Lin: "Citizen—today's share is complete, and you can go to the camp to collect your wages at any time."

This is a "government official" from the southern border. The special armband and the emblem on the chest of his clothes show his identity.

Du Lin woke up from his distraction, and quickly lowered his head in front of this "big man": "Okay, sir, I'll go soon..."

The official of the government affairs office wearing the armband laughed: "To be honest, you really don't consider signing up? We are even more short of people in the north, where we are recruiting experienced river workers. If you join the reconstruction team, you can go to the camp in the north to help .”

Du Lin immediately showed a humble smile: "I...forget it, I have a wife and children at home...the youngest daughter is only over three years old..."

"Actually, you can bring your family there... But it's okay, everything is voluntary. When you want to sign up, just come to me at any time."

Du Lin nodded hurriedly: "Yes, sir, thank you very much."

When meeting government officials, you should address them as Mr./Ms., rather than as adults or masters. This is the rule that Du Lin learned after dealing with these self-proclaimed "low-level officials of the United Reconstruction Corps" many times. Although he didn't know why some people would not like a more honorable title, but since the other party asked for it, he obeyed with all his heart.

"You're welcome," the young government official waved his hands. "It's getting late, so go back after you get paid—be careful on the road, citizen."

"Yes, sir."

Du Lin and his two sons turned their heads and walked away quickly. The tall and thin government affairs official watched the three leave and shook his head with a smile.

A young man in a black winter coat walked by, stopped behind the government affairs official, and said casually, "Actually, you don't need to call them citizens—they don't understand them first, and the residents of this area The roster has not yet been compiled, and the word 'citizen' is still some way off them."

"I like the word 'citizen', I like to say it and I like to hear it," said the council official, and glanced at the young man in a black winter coat. "Is Minister Norris still out there?"

"Yes, he's checking the soil on the north side."

"...We didn't get enough arable land before the freezing, and everything can only be made up in the spring of next year. Everyone has a sense of urgency, but Minister Norris's body is no longer healthy after all," the young government affairs official lamented He took a deep breath, "It would be great if the snow this winter could be postponed for a week..."

"Yeah..." The young man in black winter clothes frowned, looking towards the north of the camp with a slightly worried gaze.

The flag of the Cecil Empire was fluttering in the cold wind, and the temporary wooden walls of the camp were daubed with huge letters in eye-catching paint - "Take back the land from the jackals and winter". The craftsmen and peasants were busy in an orderly manner. Then, they were strengthening the camp's windbreaks and wooden houses, and preparing a warehouse for the upcoming new supplies. Soldiers patrolled vigilantly around the camp, guarding against the hungry beasts in this wilderness and those who might have escaped by chance. Cleaning up the sweeping cluster monsters, Secretary of Agriculture Norris and his aides stood on the high ground near the northern gate, gazing at the frozen expanse of land.

In winter, it snows and freezes.

Human beings trudge, rebuild and reclaim this scorched land with their flesh and blood. However, the mighty power of nature will not be kind to human beings because of their bravery and hard work. It operates more ruthlessly than machines, and it rains and snows according to the law. Freeze the land according to the law, without delay or forgiveness.

"The land reclaimed in this area is less than [-]% of the plan... The winter in the Holy Spirit Plain is half a month longer than that in the southern region, and more than half of the preparatory fields will definitely miss the spring plowing in the next spring," Norris said in a low voice, "We are consuming The food that was finally raised in the west..."

"But at least a few camps are standing, and the temporary roads have been repaired, Minister," an assistant couldn't help but said, "as long as these camps are standing in winter, we can open up the wasteland as soon as the frost thaws next spring, and we will only miss a season at most." food……"

Norris sighed: "Everything can only be done in a good direction...cough cough..."

He coughed violently.

The air currents flowed through his trachea, tearing at the lungs damaged by typhoid fever in the early years. He felt that the cold air seemed to be pouring into his internal organs, bit by bit dissolving the little energy left in this body. Before his cough caused the imbalance, two pairs of young people's hands stretched out from the side in time to support the crumbling Minister of Agriculture.

"Minister," a young official called nervously, "are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Norris finally recovered. He reached into his arms and took out a small metal medicine bottle. He unscrewed the cap and took a sip of the slightly bitter medicine inside. The warm feeling spread in his body Kailai added a bit of strength to his words, "Well, after all, I am old, and the cold wind in the Holy Spirit Plain is not very friendly to me."

Pittman's special rejuvenation potion supplemented Norris' physical strength, but he could still feel his internal organs were steadily declining-alchemy potions and druid spells might make an old man feel better, but the effects of aging The resulting deep damage cannot be reversed by manpower.

He put away about half a bottle of potion left, looked at the young faces around him who showed worried, nervous, and concerned expressions, and couldn't help but smile.

"Let's go back."

Norris shook off the two hands that were supporting him, turned to the direction of the camp, took steps, and walked forward slowly.

He walked into the camp, toward his barracks.

Those working to rebuild their homes lined the roads.

The magicians from the south are debugging a magic obelisk, and the crystal device full of magic is slowly rotating in the cold wind.

Craftsmen are measuring the foundation on an open lot in preparation for the construction of a warehouse.

Several peasants are working together to saw off a huge piece of wood. The man holding the saw is vaguely familiar... He is a refugee who has been helped by the investigation team. His most precious possession was a small cart full of broken pieces .

His wife was not far away, stirring the food in a cauldron with a ladle, calling the men with a loud voice to get ready for work and dinner.

The "precious" cart was there, too, not abandoned, but parked in the open space next to it, piled high with potatoes and radishes pulled from the warehouse.