"But the No. [-] neutralizer was completed with your assistance," Norris shook his head slightly, "and without your life-catalyzing power, we would not have been able to complete all the sample tests and tests in just one winter." Comparative analysis."

Bertila listened to Norris's words, there was only peace on his expressionless face.

The poisoner knows how to detoxify, and the Death of All Things Society that once spread the curse on this land naturally has detailed information about this curse, and as a "miracle creation" that inherited the final legacy of the Death of All Things Society, she has indeed succeeded Helping the people of Solienberg Research Institute find the best way to neutralize the crystallization pollution in the soil, but in her own opinion...

This cannot really be called an "honor".

"It's not enough to just find the No. [-] 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 room to the factory. From raw materials to Products also take time - spring planting will start soon, and whether the heavily polluted areas can resume farming is the key to us getting through this difficult time."

"Fortunately, the preparation process of the neutralizer is not complicated. The existing alchemy factories should all have the production conditions. The key is to prepare raw materials and transform the reactor," said another technician. "If San Sunil and Pompeii The alchemy factories in the area started at the same time, so it should be in time."

Bertila listened to people's discussions, and 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, the only difference is the efficiency. It may not be as good as your factory..."

"Those ecological pods are cultivating the seeds needed for spring plowing, which is equally important to us," Norris interrupted Bertila, "Ms. Bertila, please believe in the power of Cecil Industry, the alchemy factory will solve the next problem." Down production issues."

Afterwards, 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, seeing that this man had no extraordinary power, and even his life was coming to an end, yet he led thousands of ordinary people like him and were willing to devote themselves to this battle. The old man who came to reverse a catastrophe by extraordinary people in his career did not speak for a while.

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

In this recovery month when the sky and earth are getting warmer, another gust of wind blows across the wild plains in the Sorin region. Continuous waves.

The giant mana obelisk placed on the top of the giant tree of Sorin exudes a faint blue light, floating in the air and running peacefully. It is set in the hub monitoring station at the lower level of the tree trunk, and above 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, greetings to 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 Death of All Things Society has been occupied by vines, roots and modern civilization. The bright magic spar lamp illuminates the gloomy and depressing rooms and In the hall, illuminated by lights, translucent ecological pods are surrounded by luxuriant plants. In the light yellow biomass solution, there are a large number of lives wrapped in culture substrates—no longer distorted experimental organisms, nor deadly. Abominable monsters, those are the most common grains and beans, and they are rapidly entering maturity.

It was the fruit of Beltira and the imperial druids' whole winter. It was a successful individual after countless times of catalyzing and cultivating it. It was a seed that could thrive even in lightly polluted areas.

The imperial druids in robes or short robes were busy among the culture containers, observing samples, recording data, screening individuals, quiet and orderly, serious and rigorous.

This made Bertila couldn't help but think of the past, and how those believers of the death of all things were busy in the underground palace in the past.

But everything is distinctly different.

Technology, after all, returned to its proper direction.

Chapter 0828 The North

The magic vehicle with the imperial emblem on it crushed the unsoftened permafrost in the extreme north. The melody played by the wheels and the engine broke the calm in the wilderness. Vehicles full of personnel and supplies drove along the Imperial Avenue , on this road that has just completed overall renovation, it winds into a dark brown iron stream.

The outline of the mountains in the north became more and more clear on the horizon, and the clear and high blue sky was like a curtain behind the mountains, shining brightly under the brilliance of the huge sun.

Through the window of the car, Byron looked at the scenery that was completely different from the southern region, looking at the snow-covered mountains, while the Duchess Victoria sat opposite him, as quiet as an ice sculpture.

Byron was ordered to go to the north to build the coastline of the empire on the land located in the extreme north of the continent. At the same time, as a representative of the empire, he went to welcome the guests from the Holy Dragon Principality, while the Duchess of Victoria completed the report in the imperial capital. They were also going back to the north, and the two happened to be on the same road.

The increasingly clear scenery of a foreign land came into view, and Byron, a rough character, couldn't help but sigh: "I never thought that I would visit the northernmost part of this country one day—and I was still a general. His 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 all over the world, General Byron."

"Traveling north and south..." 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 experienced, and after visiting two or three cities They claim to have traveled all over the world, and a group of mercenaries bragged in the tavern and uttered the most outrageous lies, which can't surpass today's Peipo-Cecil railway line, people at that time... Hey."

The nearly fifty-year-old mercenary knight, who has experienced from the bottom of society to the top of the empire, said with a hint of self-mockery, but couldn't help but bring a trace of memory on his face: "But having said that, the mercenary I have met a lot of interesting guys in the past ten years. I still remember that I led a small mercenary group at that time, and there was a swordsman in the group, named Eliza or Elena... Personality and man 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 far away.”

"It's Cazabury," Victoria corrected, "near Winterhold. It's not close to the southern border. How did your friend get to the south?"

"It is said that when I was young, I was doing business with my parents. The family's caravan encountered robbers near Pompeii...or it may have encountered the lord's black gloves. The whole family did not survive. Only she and an old servant were left. The servant also died, so she wandered to the south... Maybe this is the case, but no one knows the truth. Mercenaries like to make up some bizarre backgrounds and experiences for themselves. This is bragging and showing that they are 'unique' Capital, but in fact they are probably just scoundrels who ran out of a nearby village, and the sword in their hands was bought from some down-and-out veteran.”

Perhaps it was because she had never heard of such a story from the "bottom", or because she had some interest in the profession of "mercenary", which has gradually declined in the past two years, and the stories behind them, Victoria actually showed a little curiosity : "You became a knight later, what about your companions back then? 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 20 years ago, the northern border was too far away."

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

"That's really a good thing," Byron suddenly laughed, "I've been shaking on the magic car for so long, my bones are starting to ache—Of course, I don't have a problem with the quality of the Empire Avenue, it's just a long journey Obviously, the train is more stable and comfortable.”

"The Gorgon River will not rise until the middle of the month of recovery, and the waterway can only reach San Sunil at most," Victoria said unhurriedly, "In fact, if the 'air route' conceived by His Majesty can be realized as soon as possible If enabled, it might be a better choice: the speed of flight must be faster than trains and ships."

"...I don't think I'm ready to embrace the sky yet," Byron thought for a while, and said a little embarrassedly, "I have experienced flying a griffin... Unfortunately, I didn't leave any good experience, and those Flying machines made of steel and crystal . . . worry me more than griffins."

"But the sky will eventually become a part of the future battlefield, General Byron," Victoria said seriously, "Even in the old-fashioned battlefield, mages with the ability to fly have shown the effect of turning the tide of the battle more than once. If it weren't for the past With technology and cost constraints, which country doesn’t want to control the blue sky?”

"Of course, of course, I understand the truth," Byron said quickly, with a rather helpless expression—he suddenly felt that the Grand Duchess Victoria and Philip seemed a bit similar. It's a serious problem, but he can rely on his eloquence to deal with Philip, but he can't say that he is a top nobleman who has received formal logic education and eloquence training. At this time, he can only nod, "In fact, I even considered whether the future ships can carry A small dragoon aircraft, used to scout sea conditions and find safe routes from a high altitude, but I personally have a little bit of flying..."

"Carrying an aircraft on a ship?" Victoria didn't pay attention to Byron's words, her eyes lit up, and her expressionless face showed obvious curiosity, "Is this your idea of ​​building an 'Imperial Navy'? Is it your idea of ​​future nautical ships?"

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 pulled a new technology into the topic with a flick of his head to avoid embarrassment, why? Is the Grand Duchess in front of you serious?

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

It is still a few hours' drive from Xiongguan in the north.

So... what to do next?

……

The icy wind carried the snow from the top of the mountain, howling and whirling between the gray-white high walls of Longlin Fort and the steep rocky cliffs among the rocks, as if covering everything with a hazy veil. Between the whistling of the snow, the shield used to protect the city also became blurred, becoming an inconspicuous background color between the curtains.

Sir Golosh Hickel raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain that had been hidden in the wind and snow, as if he could still feel the sight that pierced the curtain of wind and snow, which was cast from the palace at the highest point of Dragon's Reach , seems to be falling on itself.

The earth dragon beast under the body shook its neck a little irritably. This unique pack animal in the extreme north seemed to have sensed some of its master's thoughts, and began to rub its front hooves on the ground in a small way, and from time to time issued a sound from its throat. Indistinct 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 "dragons". 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 dragon descendants have long been used to it.

After a long time, Sir Golosh turned his head, glanced at the team following him, and nodded to the woman with red hair and shawl who was also riding on the back of the earth dragon beside him: "Ms. Azalena, Let's go."

"We should have set off a long time ago, many days ago," the red-haired woman called Ms. Azalena frowned, and couldn't help complaining, "Those councilors whose heads are filled with ice and stones And the elders... Their nervousness about the 'outside world' is simply ridiculous. I don't know why even His Majesty Balogar was influenced by those guys, and suddenly ordered us to stand by on the day before the mission's departure. After waiting for so long..."

Sir Gorosh glanced at the red-haired Azalena. He knew that the dragon-marked witch was always outspoken, and the sudden delay of the mission's operation was indeed not like the previous style of the Grand Duke of Dragonblood, 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 Principality of Shenglong, but also those councilors and elders who have 'heads full of ice and stones' in your mouth. Opinions must be considered."

Azalina shrugged her shoulders indifferently after listening to Sir Gorosh's words: "In short, let those congressmen who are full of nervousness and worries continue to worry, and hope that the ice, snow and stones in the mountains can effectively protect them. Concerned about the people and fragile hearts, livers, spleens, stomachs and kidneys—we will have the opportunity to witness the outside world, and it will definitely be us, not them, that will be recorded in history.”

The corner of Sir Gorosh's mouth turned up slightly, and then the whole team began to embark on the road to the south under his leadership, gradually leaving the high mountain where Dragon's Reach was located.

Before passing the last hurdle at the foot of the mountain, Sir Gorosh couldn't help looking back at the snow-shrouded mountaintop 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 Holy Dragon Principality made the decision to send a mission to Cecil. Even the personnel and supplies of the mission had been assembled, and he was ready to lead the team. Suddenly ordered to suspend, the whole team has been on standby for no reason until today.

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

It was the Grand Duke Dragon Blood who ordered the dispatch of the mission, and it was the Grand Duke Dragon Blood who suddenly ordered the mission to stand by. For the second order, the reason given by the Grand Duke was that it was necessary to take action on this visit in consideration of the suggestions of the conservative members of the parliament. Do more evaluation and consideration.

But Sir Golosh knew Balogar, and the Grand Duke rarely changed the orders that had been issued for this reason-this would undoubtedly damage the authority of the Dragon Blood Grand Duke, and it would also make many people doubtful.

Although this small influence is nothing to the Grand Duke, if there is not enough reason, he will not suddenly do such a meaningless thing.

So... what was the reason that made him suddenly change his order?

Gorosh withdrew his gaze from Longlinbao, suppressed all doubts in his heart, and turned his gaze to the south again.

……

The blazing brazier dispelled the cold air of the extreme northern mountains. In the palace with rough shape and piled with huge stones, Grand Duke Baloger left the terrace overlooking the foot of the mountain and walked back to his magnificent but lonely palace alone. on the throne.

The entire Throne Hall was empty.

All the courtiers have dispersed, and all the attendants and guards were sent outside by him earlier—everyone knows that Grand Duke Dragon Blood often likes to stay alone in the hall, and he needs a quiet environment to Thinking about things, everyone in the palace is familiar with it.

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

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

Balogar's steady and solemn voice broke the silence:

"Code AZ-689, Outlanders Call Omega."

The pale golden communication interface quickly opened in front of the throne of the Dragon Blood Grand Duke, and the image of a ring with trembling edges appeared in front of Baloger.

Chapter 0829 Dragon Wing

The light golden interface and the trembling ring symbolizing Omega's artificial mind appeared in front of Baloger, and together with it, Omega's emotionless synthetic voice: "Good morning, Balogar, Glad to see you're still healthy."

Baloger ignored Omega's routine greetings, but asked in a calm tone, "Is the line safe?"

"Line security."

"Tell Elder Duke Moore and Speaker Andal that the mission of the Holy Dragon Principality has set off—to contact the Cecils in the south."

"Understood," the ring symbolizing Omega trembled, and the voice was indifferent, "The message has been transmitted to the recipient."

Balogar exhaled lightly, and after two seconds of silence, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Is something happening in Tarrond?"

The Omega Circle gave a mechanical answer: "Nothing happened to Tarrond, and the dragons are still loyal."

After more than ten seconds of silence, Omega's voice sounded again in the hall: "Due to safety requirements, this line will be closed if there is no more information."

Balogar didn't speak, but just waved his right hand, and the pale golden communication interface in midair dissipated immediately, leaving only faint golden light particles gradually dissolving in the air.

In the huge throne hall, everything fell into dead silence. Grand Duke Dragon Blood sat quietly on his hard and cold stone throne, and fell into silence together with the whole hall, as if time had stopped.

……

In a magnificent hall, the dome is supported by light gold alloy columns, and the dome and the walls are covered with countless complicated and exquisite reliefs. The ancient equipment is echoing with low humming, and various instructions embedded in the reliefs The lights surged slowly like breathing, and countless cables and pipes extended from the dome and pillars, intertwined into a ring-like structure, and a large number of plugs and connection terminals hung down to connect to the huge body in the center of the hall.

It was an old giant dragon, even older than the speaker of Andal. His scales were gray and faded, and the traces of prosthetic transformation almost covered the whole body. The body of the years, the faint lights wandering between the gaps in the scales - even in the eyes of a giant dragon, this level of transformation is too extreme, and it is even difficult to judge whether this is a living flesh and blood creature, or a creature made of steel, A machine that combines crystals, polymers, and biochemical circulating fluids.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, this huge "machine" started to move.

Duke Moore raised his head covered with an alloy shell, and his dark red electronic prosthetic eyes turned slightly in the eye sockets, and then he looked to the side of the hall - where a crystal-like transparent curtain had silently hung down. The dots of light flickered, and soon condensed into the projection of Speaker Andal.

"The exiles have stepped out of the mountains," said Speaker Andal's voice in a low voice, "I don't know what changes this will bring to the fate of the dragon..."

The supreme ruler of the Senate, Elder Duke Moore, made a hoarse and deep voice: "Any variable is better than the same... Not to mention that the recent events even exceeded Omega's expectations... Similar situations will not happen in tens of thousands of years. Happened once."

"The recent incident..." The only creature in Andal's eyes showed deep thought, "Have you confirmed that it was a divine drop?"

"It has been confirmed that a new god tried to descend, but was intercepted by mortals at the boundary of reality. There is enough evidence to show that this incident has nothing to do with Typhon—instead, it may have something to do with Cecil," said Duke Moore Elder Shen Said in a low voice, "The only pity is that even if such a thing happened..."

"A new god with unknown origins, a divine descent that was intercepted in the early stage, may be regarded as a disaster for mortals, but it is just a small wave for gods," Speaker Andal shook his head, "Obviously, this is not enough to divert the attention of 'His'..."

"Be careful, even if we, even with the help of Omega, our conversation may be heard by 'He'," Elder Duke Moore immediately reminded, "Even if we have spent hundreds of thousands of years building these safe channels, they are still It's not absolutely safe."

Speaker Andal fell silent, but after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly shook his head: "Actually, I've been wondering about one thing, Elder Duke Moore..."

"What are you curious about?"

"When we do these things under the nose of 'His', does 'Him' really not notice at all?"

In the grand and magnificent hall, the air was completely silent.

……

The dim light of the sky sprinkled from the end of the horizon, sprinkled a piece of golden light on the ice sea at the North Pole, and then shone on the edge of the towering terrace of the temple. The blond figure in a long skirt stood on the high terrace, looking down with seemingly eternal eyes. The kingdom of dragons.

Dragon Priest Heragor stood obediently behind the blond woman: "My lord, the long day has begun."

"Yes, during the daytime..." the dragon god Enya said softly, looking over the undulating mountains in the distance and a little bit of the sea in the distance, his sight stretched all the way, and finally extended to the end of the sky and the sea, far away from Tar In Lund's place, a faintly tall tower was reflected in His golden eyes.

His pupils shrank imperceptibly, and then shifted his gaze with a little disgust and resistance.

"Hragor, has anything interesting happened in Tarrond recently?"

Heragore replied immediately: "My lord, the daytime celebration will start in three days, and there will also be the Extreme Battlefield Competition held by the Omdal Heavy Industries Group-the latter has been very popular in the last century."

"The celebration has nothing new to say, it's not really interesting," Dragon God snorted softly, "The ultimate battlefield... Watching the young dragon who has been transformed into the whole body rush into the arena while injecting himself with synergists, and then not Sprinkling the entire arena with implant parts and circulating fluid for half a day before being carried back to the pits at the end—do you think I'd think that was funny?"

Heragor lowered his head: "...Then it seems that this entertainment won't be popular for long."

The blond woman didn't continue this topic, but brought up another matter seemingly casually: "Speaking of interesting things... in the mortal world opposite the eternal storm, something interesting seems to have happened recently?"

Heragor's answer seemed to take a breath: "...things in the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my lord."

"Not worthy of my attention?" The blond woman turned her head slightly, with a faint smile on her face, "Don't you really want me to take a serious...'look' over there?"

Heragor lowered his head and repeated again: "Things in the mortal world are not worthy of your attention, my lord."

The blond woman glanced at her chief priest, and said lightly: "Hragor, you don't need to deliberately control your heartbeat, we are just chatting, aren't we?"

Long Ji still lowered his head, not saying a word.

"Boring," the blond woman said softly, then turned her head and continued to look at the land of Tarrond. In the dim light of the sky, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "What a bunch of boring children..."

……

"Let me tell you, this is absolutely super interesting!!"

In a special experimental facility on the outskirts of Cecil City, Rebecca grabbed Maggie's arm and yelled with great interest, then she turned sideways and triumphantly showed her recent "research results" : "It took us a lot of effort! Although there are no technical problems, in order to tailor the suitable joints and connection mechanisms for creatures like 'dragons', it really tested everyone's imagination. Especially now that the origin laboratory is temporarily unavailable, we have made a lot of various models..."

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