Sword of Dawn

Whitsunday Plains, Eastern Region, Thoringborough.

The power of nature seems to have formed a deformity here, a powerful force of vitality covers the land, even though the entire northern part of the continent has entered the cold winter, vitality and warmth still stay here.

It was as if spring had come early.

A magic vehicle with the flag of the "United Reconstruction Regiment" stopped at the border of Solinburg.

In the direction the car was coming from, there was a world of ice and snow a few hundred meters away, and the wind was cold.

In front of the car, a majestic hill-like canopy stands in the distance, and the vitality extends from the giant tree of Sorin. The grass and trees on the ground are still green, flowers are still blooming, and animals are playing.

A large-scale magic field enveloped the place, producing an effect similar to a breeze shield and natural blessings. Inside and outside the magic field, there were two worlds.

Norris sat on the magic car, looking at the direction of the giant tree of Thorin from a distance.

Chapter 0743

The entire Cecil Empire has been shrouded in winter. The cold wind rolls from the mountains in the north all the way through the central plains and the wilderness in the south, from Cold Winter Castle to Cecil, from Ten Forest City to Longwind Fortress. The breath is everywhere, and half of the empire has already experienced at least one snowfall.

But in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain, where the giant tree of Thorin stands, spring and vitality are still luxuriant.

The huge Sorin giant tree stands proudly on the ground, and the canopy that can cover the entire town has spread across the central axis of Sorin Castle and the canyon to the west.

After a recent period of growth, this amazing plant has reached the largest scale at this moment. Her roots and crown are no longer spreading wildly, but her branches and leaves are still maturing, and her roots are still going deep into the earth. everywhere.

Within the coverage of the giant tree, the once-destroyed Fort Solin has been repaired and rebuilt. Some functions of the castle and town have been restored, and it has now become the stronghold of the local garrison and research team.Part of the roots of the giant tree grew out of the cracks in the collapsed city walls of Thorinburg, helping people fix the crumbling stone walls, and several research facilities were built on the basis of the ancient walls and those winding roots. stand up--

In this wonderful place, the researchers of the Cecil Empire seem to have reached a wonderful symbiotic relationship with a huge plant. The giant tree of Thorin not only provides valuable research samples for the druid research institute here, but also cooperates with the local production and construction.

At the trunk level, in the southeast fan-shaped area, a large transport vehicle was parked in the open space beside the tree trunk. A group of magicians and workers were busy beside the vehicle, opening the baffles on both sides of the compartment, and unfastening the locks used to fix the cargo pallets. Ropes and hooks, and a commander standing on an aerial root protruding from the ground directs the work.

Around the unloading area, there is a large open space that has been initially leveled, compacted, and sorted out.

Some temporary houses are scattered far and near. The magic spar street lamps are neatly arranged along the simple roads, dispelling the darkness in the tree canopy area. The existence of signposts, building material stacks and other things shows that there are still a lot of follow-up construction plans here. It is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The production and construction corps in charge of this area divided the area covered by the giant tree of Sorin. In terms of vertical space, Knight Margarita divided the giant tree of Sorin into the root layer (where the underground palace is located), the trunk layer, the canopy layer, and the top layer of the tree. On the plane, she divided the circular land under the canopy of giant trees into four fan-shaped areas.

At present, the staff and garrison troops here are basically active in the fan-shaped area on the surface, and the exploration work is maintained at the root layer, and a small number of teams from the Druid Research Institute are focusing on the trunk layer and the canopy layer-they are in the giant tree. Two small observation and sampling stations were set up on the trunk of the tree, and a "druid hut" was also set up in the canopy, but in general, the research work in these areas is still in the initial stage. The top of the tree, the local research team has not yet explored.

If you want to send something to the top of the tree, you still need the cooperation of the "self" of the giant tree of Sorin.

The workers opened the side panels of the vehicle and untied the ropes that fixed the tarpaulin. After uncovering the tarpaulin, a huge magic device was revealed inside.

An alloy base with a width of several meters, complex locking, support, and suspension devices, and a diamond-shaped metal frame several meters high. The surface of the frame is inlaid with a large number of Holm crystals that emit shimmering light.

It's a gigantic obelisk of fel energy - its crystalline structure is oversized, so it's made up of a lot of smaller crystals spliced ​​together.

"Everyone, be careful! This thing is really expensive!" Standing on the root protruding from the ground, the commander reminded loudly, "Be careful when you loosen the hook—don't let any more unlucky people get caught Broken finger! The alchemy potion was not poured from the Gorgon River!"

The workers responded to the commander's instructions, and the magician climbed into the car after the side panels were put down, checking the status of the important rune substrates and whether the crystals were intact.

The commander turned his head and shouted in the direction of the giant tree of Thorin: "Ms. Bertila—are you there?"

As soon as the commander finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the surroundings, and then vines wrapped around flowers and brown roots emerged from the nearby ground. These flower vines and roots twisted and fused into Bertila's Appearance: "I've always been here."

"Ma'am, good day," the commander greeted this incredible "tree spirit" with a smile. It is the result of the joint mutation of all the surviving believers of the Death Society, but he has been working here for a while, and has dealt with this "tree spirit" a lot, and he can already communicate with him calmly at this moment, "The weather is good today. "

Some things have already passed, this land is still alive, this is the most important thing - the young commander thought so.

"Yes, the weather is fine," Bertera said slowly, she raised her head slightly, and there was a faint rustling sound from the canopy of the giant tree of Thorin - the sun did not shine on her face, but shone on her canopy On, which made her squint her eyes, "Today's sunshine is very suitable for... photosynthesis."

"The magic obelisk I told you about before," the commander pointed to the cart not far away, "has been transported from the Pompeii factory in the south."

"Oh, it's indeed bigger than usual..." Bertila didn't turn his head, but he had already "seen" what was on the car, "Do you need me to send it up?"

"Yes," the commander said, "just send it up, and then assemble it together according to the drawings given to you earlier. The equipment has been debugged and can be activated remotely."

Bertila nodded, and a burst of rattling sound came from the canopy of Thorin's giant tree.

The magicians and workers near the cart had already retreated, and they stood in a circle in the distance, watching a few extraordinarily thick vines protruding from the bottom of the tree canopy hundreds of meters high, drilling out layers upon layers of vines. The branches and leaves fell all the way to the huge obelisk of magic energy, and carefully rolled up those parts and lifted them up.

The specially made large obelisk of magic energy seemed to be weightless in the "hands" of the vines. It was easily pulled towards the crown of the tree, and the densely layered leaves retreated to the sides, revealing a "road" leading directly to the top of the tree. .

Beside the commander, Bertila slowly raised his hand, made a movement of putting something on top of his head, and then put his hand down after a moment of stunned.

She looked around and found that no one noticed her actions.

The commander has been looking up at the scene where the vines sent the obelisk of magic energy to the canopy. He didn't look back until the huge magic devices disappeared in the dense leaves. He looked at Beltira beside him. , with a smile on his face: "It is the largest magic obelisk in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain, equipped with the latest signal amplification and relay array-now it is also equipped with the tallest 'support tower' in the plain area, it will definitely be able to Bring out the best performance. From now on, this is the magic net hub of the East Holy Spirit Plain - the magic net nodes in half of the plain will be connected, and we are one step closer to connecting the magic net of the whole country. Very grateful for your help."

Bertila looked at the smiling young commander. Although she was an expert in biochemical technology, she only knew a little about magic technology. At this moment, she was unavoidably curious: "This is a very useful thing, isn't it?"

"Of course," the young commander said immediately, "the magic net not only provides energy for magic devices, it can also be used to transmit signals and maintain regional shields. Now large and small magic nets are being established all over the empire. , but the magic nets in various regions have not yet been fully connected, and the connections in many places can only be made by a series of single-line relay stations, which are not really "networks"——His Majesty wants to connect all the magic nets in the entire empire The nets are all connected, just like the main network in the southern region - the nodes of the Holy Spirit Plain are the key links connecting the magic nets of all parts of the empire..."

Bertila quietly listened to the scene described by the young commander. On the young man's face, she saw pride and joy from the bottom of her heart.

Not far away, the magic technicians were waiting beside the magic net terminal and the small magic energy crystal, monitoring the magic energy obelisk being sent to the canopy of the tree. On those magic technicians, what she saw was the whole body Devotion and enthusiasm.

And in those places she couldn't see—she could imagine, there were also countless proud, joyful, dedicated, and enthusiastic people in those places.

They are changing the world—although many of them may not realize it—and this feat of changing the world is accumulated little by little by countless ordinary people.

There is no need for any miracles and forbidden techniques, no need for supernatural power, no need for some man-made god to rule the world.

It was another path that she and her former compatriots hadn't envisioned.

Bertila carefully controlled her vines and canopy, as if she was holding some fragile treasure, and sent the huge and complicated device to the highest point of the giant tree of Sorin. Group them together, then, place them carefully on top of your head.

Inside the canopy, there are thousands of pieces of magic web rune substrates that have been sent up one after another a few days ago. They are pulled together by countless tiny vines. the last ring.

"Put it on," she said.

The magic technicians not far away received the signal that the base of the magic obelisk was activated, and they quickly issued a remote command. Above the magic net terminal used for monitoring, the dim lines presented in the holographic projection were clicked one by one. On, each node is activated quickly.

Bertila watched all this curiously. She saw words emerging from those projections. She saw the greetings from afar passed through the hands of mortals, miraculously transmitted to her eyes——

"Received the signal from the Thorin Junction-the Boulder City reconstruction camp sends you hello."

"Received the signal from the Solin hub-the red maple rebuilding camp sends greetings to you."

"...Pompeii sends you hello..."

"This is the Cecil Central Station, congratulations, Rebecca Cecil sends hello to you."

People cheered.

Even the young commander, who was an officer and wore a knight's badge, cheered.

Bertila blinked. On this bright sunny day suitable for photosynthesis, she actually felt that her heart that had been integrated with the plants was beating again.

"Congratulations." She tried her best to smile like a human, and said to the young commander beside her.

The young commander expressed his thanks again, and then ran to the workers, technicians and soldiers in the distance to celebrate with everyone.

Bertila stood there quietly for a while before looking towards the south with a feeling.

There are guests.

……

A magical vehicle with the flag of the United Reconstruction Regiment came to the Sorin area, and it seemed that a big person was brought with it—Beltera could see everything that happened around the giant tree of Sorin. She saw many people coming from Solinburg's stronghold ran out to meet the car, saw an old man getting out of the car, and saw several followers and guards around the old man—or they might just be simple subordinates.

At last she saw the old man come near her trunk.

Norris looked up at the canopy that covered the sky, looked up at the countless branches illuminated by the magic spar light, the supporting pillars hanging down from the canopy, and the flower vines coiled around the trunk and supporting pillars, He couldn't help but whispered: "This is the giant tree of Sorin..."

"It's a miracle..." A young agricultural technical officer also raised his head and sighed, "I've never seen a plant that can grow so big..."

"And she also kept the whole area alive, and even kept the temperature here relatively comfortable," Norris said. "Remember the road? There was still snow on the ground until the intersection."

"I just transferred some of the heat from the depths of the formation to the surface." Accompanied by a slightly hoarse female voice, Bertila's figure emerged from a group of flower vines and roots. Moving on the ground near the tree trunk, he came to Norris, "Hello, I am the plant in front of you—you can also call me Belterra."

"Hello, Ms. Bertila," Norris looked at the woman in front of him, putting away his surprise for a moment, "I'm Norris."

"I seem to have heard of this name before..." Bertila frowned, showing an expression of reminiscence.

"He is the Minister of Agriculture of the Empire." Someone reminded him.

"Ah, yes, that's right, I remembered," Bertera looked stunned, "and I have indeed heard the name...in newspapers and on the radio."

Chapter 0744

The newspapers and radio of the Cecilians are very interesting things, and there are always various news from afar. When Bertila was still a human being, she was interested in these two new things. And when she became a plant, she became more enthusiastic about these two things.

After all, as a plant, she has lost the ability to travel far away.

In order to meet the not-too-excessive request of the giant tree of Sorin, the Cecils stationed here showed appropriate kindness: they would bring the latest newspapers and magazines, and Margarita even ordered that the giant tree of Sorin A magic net terminal was specially placed next to the tree trunk, allowing Bertila to control and watch it by himself.

Bertila learned of the name Norris from the agriculture section of a certain newspaper and a magic net program.

This is indeed a big man, the head of a part of the empire, and it is said that he is also one of the founders of Cecil's foundation.

Although he is just an ordinary person without supernatural powers.

Bertila couldn't help but carefully looked at Norris again. She felt that the old man in front of her might not be as old as she had imagined at first.

He's just aging too early.

She has seen this kind of old and weak appearance a lot—in the era of pioneering, rushing out of the wasteland, many of the ancestors who struggled to survive in the wasteland were like this, and in the later kingdom era, poor people who still struggled to survive Still the same.

She saw so many stories from Norris in an instant that she couldn't help being a little surprised, but her blunted face didn't show this weak psychological fluctuation, she just asked curiously One sentence: "Are you here to find me?"

"I'll take a look at the 'Miracle of the Giant Tree of Thorin'. It is said that this place maintains the vitality of spring," Norris nodded slowly. "I saw it. It's really incredible...you have almost completely healed this area."

"Are you trying to rebuild the cities and villages in the eastern plain?" Bertila asked curiously.

"you can see?"

"I can see a little bit," Bertila said, "From the highest point of my canopy, I can vaguely see the tidal flats on the edge of the Pine Forest Valley, where there has been smoke rising recently, and I can also see the erected crystals. tower."

Norris nodded: "That's the Pine Valley Camp, and they're restoring the logging and mines there to prepare for next year's project at the Red Maple Reconstruction Camp."

"It must be very difficult for you to do... I know, it's winter outside," Bertila said slowly, "Why do you have to do this in winter? You can wait for the ice and snow to melt in late spring next year—you can hide in the In a warm southern city."

"After a winter, the hungry wolves will completely occupy the wilderness. In the late spring, we have to spend time building camps, repairing houses and digging water sources. Every time we miss an opportunity to plow, we may miss an extra crop of food. , some people may starve to death," Norris said calmly, "the food in the south is not abundant, and the food raised by many parties in the west is only enough for us to last until next year's harvest. Those areas that lack food...can people survive? Come down, it may really be just a bite of food."

After a few seconds, Bertila spoke softly: "...you don't want to starve to death, do you?"

"No one deserves to be starved to death," Norris said.

"But there will definitely be people who will starve to death, at least this winter, at least until the grain-producing areas of the Holy Spirit Plain recover..."

"Maybe, but that's not the reason," Norris shook his head, "I am the Minister of Agriculture, and His Majesty has given me the task of feeding every Cecilian as much as I can—fed enough, yes Civil rights, other than that, are not something I'm thinking about."

A gust of wind was blowing from afar, bringing with it a bit of coolness. Although the coolness could be called mild compared to the cold winter wind outside, it still made Norris cough a few times.

There was a rustling sound from the crown of Thorin's giant tree, and the cool wind stopped abruptly.

"Thank you...is this your power?" Norris felt the relief of his body. He was no longer the ignorant farmer at the beginning, and he could guess the extraordinary power contained in it. "I feel much better."

"It's just some tricks, don't worry about it."

Norris was silent for a moment, and suddenly waved to the people who followed him: "Go and rest first, I want to stay here for a while."

A young official stepped forward subconsciously: "Minister, you..."

"I'm in good shape," Norris said to the young man with a smile. "I want to chat with this lady for a while."

"……Yes."

The entourage left.

Under the Thorin tree, there is only an old minister of agriculture and a former pioneer who has witnessed the ups and downs of seven centuries standing opposite each other.

"Your health is not optimistic, Mr. Norris," Belterra broke the silence first, "As a mortal, your time is approaching."

Norris smiled and shook his head: "...I know, but it doesn't feel good to hear someone say it so directly."

"Sorry, I haven't tried a soft way of speaking for a long time," Bertera said, "So do you hope that my power can help you extend your life?"

"I know a druid who is quite brilliant... Although he has some problems with his personality, he is very capable. He said that aging is the destiny of most mortals. It is difficult to reverse this pattern.”

"...He's right, so it seems that you didn't come to me because of your physical condition," Bertera looked into Norris' eyes, "So you really just came to see what the giant tree of Thorin looks like? "

"I want to see what things here can have an effect on our reconstruction work," Norris smiled, "especially the food problem... After all, here are the best druids in the empire, and there is a plant called The giant tree of Thorin, a 'miracle of nature'."

Bertila thought for a while, and suddenly there was a rustling sound from the nearby bushes, and a small gray beast ran out, holding a red fruit the size of a fist in its arms.

Bertila bent down, took the fruit from the little beast, and handed it to Norris in front of him: "This is the fruit I borne. According to the people here, it tastes good and can fill your stomach."

Norris took the fruit in surprise, looked at it carefully, and asked, "How much fruit can you bear?"

"It can probably feed a medium-sized town. And if you don't mind the taste and slight toxicity, the leaves can be eaten for a short period of time. It can feed two or three times the population, but please don't pick too much at one time - I still need to do more. Photosynthesis."

"...we have more than one town to eat," Norris shook his head, "but these fruits should indeed solve some problems."