Sword of Dawn

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The wind from the plains blows across the vast land. Although the breath of winter has not completely moved away from the northern regions, there is already a trace of warmth in the wind.From Saint-Sunil to Pompeii, from the Gorgon River to the Sorin area, the fertile land is gradually turning green as the weather gets warmer, and the blooming of the light-colored windweed is bringing people on this land Good news:

This long and cold winter has finally passed, and the footsteps of the recovery moon are approaching the northern land.

In the Solin area, on the Yongchun green land covered by giant trees, the plants are as lush as ever.

The "miracle" power from the giant tree favors the entire area. In fact, within the coverage of the giant tree of Sorin, you will not feel very obvious changes in spring and winter. Even if the wind from the plain blows into Solinburg, the breath in the wind will It will also be purified and infiltrated by the giant tree, and become consistent with the local environment.But even so, people living in the Solin area can still feel the changes brought about by the arrival of the recovery moon on the Whitsunday Plains: in the edge of the tree canopy, the wind blows the light-colored windweed orchid flowers and leaves, and the cotton-like Grass seeds came from the south on the wind and fell on the windowsill of the outpost outside Thorinburg.

Andersa Wendell, who had long gray hair, stood in the garden of Solinburg and took a deep breath of fresh air. She heard the sound of wings fluttering from the sky, followed her reputation, and happened to see several Only a beautiful bird with green feathers flew over the edge of the castle roof and flew in the direction of the Holy Spirit Plain.

These beautiful birds are not "local residents" of the giant tree of Thorin, they are just here to temporarily escape the cold winter.

The adaptability of wildlife is always amazing, and many animals in the area have now adapted to the presence of the giant trees of Thorin and use this temperate region as a sanctuary for winter.During the days when the plains of the Holy Spirit were snowed heavily, countless beasts and birds gathered in the canopy above Solin Castle and in the bushes at the foot of the castle, and when the temperature in the plains warmed up, these small animals left in a hurry This shelter, to return to their habitat on the plains.

Andersa followed the little birds until they disappeared under the light blue sky at the edge of the canopy, then she took a deep breath, moved her hands and feet, and picked up a branch from the ground as a Practicing with the sword, she began to exercise as in the past ten years - after a long recuperation, her movements were a little rusty at first, but after ten minutes, her movements gradually became smoother.

Halfway through the practice, there were footsteps coming from nearby, and Andersa stopped subconsciously, looking at the corridor on the side of the courtyard - Bud Wendell, who was wearing a researcher uniform, was standing still at the edge of the corridor, with a hint of a smile on his face Looking over here, he clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, very energetic."

"Father," Andersa hung down the branch in her hand, "good morning."

"It seems that you are recovering well," Bud Wendell walked over, "I thought you would have to lie down for at least a few more days before you can have this kind of spirit."

"Actually, I was able to do it a few days ago," Andersa smiled—now she can smile naturally in front of her father, "I recovered very quickly, and the air here seems to be soaked with life. breath."

"You can remove the 'as if', every inch of the air here is indeed soaked with the power of life," Bud also laughed, "Solynburg is the most suitable place for recuperation in Cecil, here only need Lying in bed is equivalent to receiving uninterrupted rejuvenation blessings, and compared to conventional healing spells and medicines, this slow but comprehensive healing can truly leave no hidden dangers."

"Yes, thanks to the breath of life here, I feel that I have fully recovered," Andersa said, looking down at the branch in her hand, and shaking her head helplessly, "But after all, the conditions are limited, and here we can only Practice with branches... I don't think General Margarita will allow me to touch the sword here."

"Believe me, she didn't let you touch the sword more because of your health—a person who survived the aerial bombing, it's better not to be too confident in your body," Bud said, Taking a half step back, he also picked up a branch from the ground, "If you feel that this exercise is not effective enough, I can accompany you for a few minutes."

Andersa froze for a moment, looked at the branch in the other party's hand in surprise, and said after a while: "Father, do you really want to..."

"Does this need to be considered so carefully?" Bud moved his wrist to adapt to the center of gravity and length of the branch, "Don't you think I don't know how to swing a sword anymore when you see me wearing a robe?"

"No, that's not what I meant," Andersa shook her head, and then her eyes quickly became serious. She adjusted her position, stood up with the etiquette of facing the battle, and nodded slightly, "Then, I'm honored .”

Bud stepped forward.

At this moment, a faded scene seemed to emerge in front of his eyes—he saw the family manor in his memory, saw the garden full of pale yellow flowers, and saw his young daughter clumsily pounced on him. Come here, at that time, she was also holding a branch in her hand.

That was the only time in Bard's memory that he accompanied his daughter to "practice sword" as a father.

The drumming sound of the air being cut and the rhythmic knocking of footsteps on the ground sounded in the courtyard. This short contest finally lasted less than 10 minutes. With a crisp sound, the branch in Andesa's hand was finally crushed Knocked down to the ground——without using extraordinary strength, she still failed to win against the previous wolf general in the end.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have experienced this scene many years ago.

"You won." Andersa stared blankly at the branches that fell on the ground for a moment, then sighed and shook her head, "It seems that I have wasted a lot during my recuperation..."

"Your performance is already very good." Bud shook his head, escaped from the long memory, and threw away the branch in his hand, "My experience and skills already surpassed yours. In fact, a few years ago, I even I have competed with His Majesty Gao Wen with pure sword skills, and I have persisted for a long time in front of a legendary powerhouse like him, and I was able to retreat in the end—so you are not ashamed to lose to your own father. "

His tone was very indifferent, but in the end he couldn't help but feel a little proud - after all, although there were many unspeakable details about what happened back then, it was after all to be able to fight against a legendary hero like Gawain Cecil for a short time and get out of it unscathed. A remarkable feat, such a feat is probably difficult for anyone in the world to perform again, and anyone with a normal sense of honor can boast about this matter for a lifetime.

But Bud is a reserved and well-bred person after all, so he decided to only boast for half his life-this reflects the strong self-control ability of the previous wolf generals.

After hearing her father's words, Andersa was obviously very surprised, even so surprised that she became a little suspicious: "Really? You...have you ever fought against that pioneer? And retreated unscathed?"

Bud recalled a little, and the details about being shot out of the wall, catching a grenade in the face, and running with a broken arm quickly flashed in his mind, and then coughed lightly: "Cough, really."

After all, the grenade was thrown by Byron later. When he evacuated from the castle, his limbs were still intact. Analyzing from a rigorous mathematical point of view, this is considered to be a full retreat.

"Let's not talk about this topic anymore," Bud shook his head, and at the same time his eyes fell on Andersa's face. The latter's hair was hanging down her cheeks, and a gray-white eyepatch was exposed under the broken hair on her forehead, " Compared to the unfamiliarity in sword skills, it is this eye that really affects you... I have already discussed a treatment plan with Ms. Bertila, using the new flesh and blood regeneration technology, maybe your eye can be cured."

Andersa subconsciously touched the eye that was lost in the flames of war. There was no pain there, but when her fingers brushed over it, she seemed to still feel the illusory burning and stinging pain.

After a short silence, she laughed: "Okay, then I'll look forward to it."

"I thought you would refuse, just like last time." Bard glanced at Andersa in surprise, "Do you not mind the flesh and blood regeneration technology and the entangled relationship with Cecil? "

"As you said, it's all trivial matters," Andersa shook her head. "Times have changed, and many things have changed. Stubbornness is not a good thing. I should learn to be flexible."

Bud looked into his daughter's eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a heartfelt smile on his face: "This is a great growth."

"I have grown up for a long time, father, but your tone seems to be facing a child who has not passed the rite of passage," Andersa looked at Bud helplessly, and then she fell silent suddenly, as if thinking of What's the matter, after two or three seconds, he said in a low voice, "Peace negotiations will be held soon, isn't it?"

Bud was a little surprised: "How do you know?"

"...Father, there are newspapers and Magic Web broadcasts everywhere here," Andersa became even more helpless, "Where do you think I usually live? A cave isolated from the world?"

"Oh, that's right," Bud touched his nose in embarrassment, and then cleared his throat, "Ahem, it is true that negotiations are about to take place, but strictly speaking, it will be a reordering." Conference'. The armistice agreement and initial peace negotiations were completed by the generals on the border as early as last month, and what we are preparing now is an international conference at Elf Outpost 112."

"This makes a limited difference to me," Andersa said, "Father, I can't stay here for long, can I?"

Chapter 1057 Beltira's Technical Route

Bud looked at Andersa standing in front of him—the figure of the little girl running towards him clumsily in the courtyard in his mind had gone a little bit far away, and finally only some broken silhouettes remained, mixed with him In that fading memory.

Standing in front of him was a grown-up imperial soldier, calm and heroic, with a tenacious will and unwavering belief, as well as her own life trajectory.

"You will return to Typhon safely - as a proof of the friendly relations between the two countries, as a good start," he thought, and said slowly, "Your Majesty... I mean His Majesty Gawain Cecil , he will pave the way and guide you in terms of public opinion, and Aldernan will also make corresponding arrangements. Part of the truth behind the war will be made public, and you will go back as a meritorious minister, instead of being defeated by the war. captured commander..."

"I know," Andersa said calmly, "this is good for both countries, and it can better play my value, but no matter what, in order for me to go back safely, Aldernan must be I have to pay something..."

"That's not something you should consider," Bud shook his head. "His Majesty Rosetta knows exactly what price he should pay for a wolf general. All you have to do is cooperate with Aldernan's decision."

"Of course, I will," Andersa said with her normal expression, but in the end she couldn't help but look at her father more, and said with a trace of hesitation, "Then you...you will come back... ..."

Bard seemed to have expected that the other party would mention this matter sooner or later, and his answer was clear: "I no longer belong to Typhon, and I am not fit to appear in Aldernan, whether in public or private. Wolf General Bard De Wendel's life is over, and my appearance will only affect the situation in Aldernan, so there is only one researcher Bud here. Andersa, you should understand what I mean."

"...Yes, I understand," the young wolf general could only sigh softly, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the giant tree of Thorin - she saw several aircrafts flying from afar, making low-pitched noises. The buzzing sound flew towards a crack in the bottom area of ​​the canopy, which aroused her curiosity, "It seems that there are always such strange-shaped aircrafts active nearby?"

Bud had a weird expression: "Ms. Bertila is testing to make her brain realize more functions, and let them work together independently while being far away from the mother's body-further details are technical secrets, and I can't tell you. "

Andersa: "...what are you talking about?"

"...Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to understand, so don't ask about it, it is good for your physical and mental health," Bud thought about the weird projects that were being carried out in the biochemical laboratory inside the giant tree of Sorin, and his expression suddenly became more strange , considering that even himself, the former priest of the Doomsday Society, sometimes find it difficult to understand Bertila's aesthetics, he decisively changed the subject, "We have been blowing wind in the courtyard for a long time, you just recovered , or to control the time for outdoor activities."

Andersa was a little helpless: "I've been in the house for long enough, and the feeling of having nothing to do is more tiring than fighting on the battlefield."

"Nothing to do?" Bud glanced at his daughter and suddenly thought of something, "Ah, then I have some suggestions-remember the exercises we didn't finish last time? We can start with the simple ones. The equation set begins..."

Andersa: "...?!"

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The canopy of the Sorin tree, with the breeze blowing, the huge and luxuriant leaves sway and rub against the branches, making a continuous sound like waves, but deep in the layers of swaying branches and leaves, a thick and strong wooden structure is formed. Exceptionally dense barrier frame free from any wobbling and deformation.Between these frames, multiple layers of wood are intermingled with metal partitions absorbed from the depths of the ground. The steps are connected, and the bright and softly glowing plants illuminate these inner spaces—this is Bertila's private "personal" domain, and it is her biochemical laboratory for precise research.

Compared with the original rough prototype with only one hall, these laboratories located deep in the canopy have now expanded several times, and their internal functions and tasks they can undertake have also been further strengthened and increased. Human assistants came to help, and Bertila also made a lot of humanized transformations to its interior space. Now this "upper laboratory" has joined the "Underground Biochemical Center" in the Root Palace and the "Biochemical Center" in Solinburg. Druid Research Institute" became one of the three major biochemical laboratories in the Thorin area.

In fact, due to the unique "natural" environment and conveniences of the Solin area, this area is now undertaking more and more biochemical research tasks.The empire is increasing its capital and talent investment in this area every quarter, and more and more druids have come here with their projects, as if this land that has been reborn from the ashes has become a living creature of the Cecil Empire. Technology Center.

This was a scene that Beltira had never imagined when he climbed out from the depths of the ruined underground palace and faced this unrecognizable land with an unrecognizable attitude.

In a certain oval hall in the depths of the upper laboratory, the half-human, half-plant Bertila moved lightly and silently in the room supported by many roots, checking the nerve nodes on the nearby walls, and on the wall at the end of the hall were Inlaid with a huge magic energy crystal, the crystal shines and projects a holographic projection from the outside world, and the aircraft on the projection is landing smoothly in the giant tree hangar.

A hunched little old man with white beard and hunched back in a short black coat stood in front of the projection, watching intently that the aircraft docked smoothly, saw the hatch on its upper floor open, and a huge brain was separated from the nutrients Come out, watch it pat the liquid droplets hanging on the main body with the nerve tentacles, and then fly towards a certain passage in the hangar.

"...These 'brains' are becoming more and more surprising now." The little old man turned around and looked at Beltira. "Are you also controlling these subtle operations?"

"I can control it directly, but it's very inefficient to do so," Bertila said without turning his head, passing by not far away, "Such a simple thing can completely pre-set logic, allowing the 'brain' to judge what to do by itself After all, they are highly efficient thinking organs themselves, and it is even easier to give them simple independent intelligence than to write logic in the iron man's mental core."

Pittman blinked: "Ah, I forgot, you were also a Gondor back then."

"As the chief druid of the empire, have you come all this way to study how my 'synthetic brain' flies around?" Bertila finally stopped from his busy schedule, and looked at it in confusion. Pittman glanced at it, and on the entire wall behind her, more than a dozen culture sacs neatly arranged were floating with rhythmic dark red light, moving slightly like a heart.

"Observing these 'synthetic brains' of yours is indeed the main purpose of my visit this time—using a word invented by Your Majesty, this is called 'inspection'," Pittman said with a smile, and walked towards Bertila, "Your Majesty, I'm very satisfied with the performance of the psionic choir and the wetware server, and I'm also very interested in your 'synthetic brain', so let me take a look at these things... Are you busy now?"

"Can't you see it?" Bertila wanted to roll her eyes, but her nervous system forgot how to make this human expression, so she had to spread her hands, and then she turned around, pointing her arms to those fixed on the wall. "The improved second-generation synthetic brains are at a critical stage of development, and I must ensure that each of them is healthy and strong until they are fully mature."

As Beltira's words fell, the culture sacs made a slight friction sound at the same time, and then their tough and thick outer skin slid off one by one under the pull of the muscle group, revealing the transparent inner part like some kind of giant egg. shell, and the dormant "brains" are submerged in the translucent nutrient solution inside the shell. Large and small nerve fibers and nutrient conduits connect these things. Between some conduits, you can also see Until there is a glimmer of light.

Looking at this scene, Pittman couldn't help but twitch his eyelids: "Sure enough, it was a wise move for me to quit teaching halfway..."

"Don't you think they are somewhat cute?" Bertila couldn't help but glance at Pittman. She knew that this "Imperial Chief Druid" was actually a member of the Death of All Things Society, even her The subordinates of those days, but these old relationships have long gone with time, and people who live today choose to get along with each other with a normal heart, "I have adjusted their size and shape as much as possible, and everyone who comes into contact with them should We all know that these 'brains' are very gentle and harmless, and their favorite food is even candies and bush berries..."

Pittman couldn't help but rubbed his forehead: "...It's strange enough that these 'synthetic brains' can forage for food on their own, who cares about their recipes?"

Bertila didn't seem to hear Pittman's muttering, she just checked the state of those immature "brains", and recorded every nerve fluctuation of them in detail at the moment.These complex neuroengineering products at the end of development are still unable to carry out complete thinking activities at this moment. They are sleeping like babies, and only occasionally some hazy and chaotic "thoughts" appear in the interconnected neural nodes less than half a time. Seconds of signal impulses - no one can hear their "dream talking", only Bertila can hear these low and trivial "voices", and these "voices" play an important role in judging the status of the synthetic brain.

"Actually, there's one thing I've always been curious about," Pittman didn't care about Bertila's attitude, he just said casually while observing those synthetic brains, "I saw the structure diagrams of those wetware servers—you seem to be Insist on making the top of the cockpit transparent. Why not add an opaque cover? You know, a lot of soldiers get freaked out when they first touch that thing, and your 'synthetic brain' probably doesn't need it Use ordinary vision to observe the surrounding environment."

Beltira finished checking the conditions of all the synthetic brains. She controlled the closing of the protective layers of each culture sac, and at the same time replied seriously: "Every brain should have the right to bathe in the sun..."

"No, normal brains don't bathe in sunlight at all!" Pittman almost snapped his beard and stared at him, "You just can't control your photosynthesis impulse!"

"Photosynthesis..." Bertila was stunned for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, and after standing there for a few seconds, he muttered to himself to break the silence, "Ah, that's how it is... no wonder I always feel that the bottom of my nervous system There is a cognitive error that cannot be ruled out...it turns out to be like this..."

She shook her head, with a self-deprecating tone: "I see, I will follow the advice of other technicians and add a shielding shell to the subsequent synthetic brain container. Sorry, it seems that I caused some trouble unconsciously."

"...we all understand, take your time, you will get used to it one day," Pittman sighed, pulling back the topic that had gone a little far, "Let's go back to the technical field. About the things you made Your Majesty has been paying attention to these 'synthetic brains' recently, and now we have the biggest question... Can these brains only be 'produced' by the giant tree of Thorin?"

Bertila quickly responded: "You mean whether they can be reproduced through technical means to achieve mass production and increase production?"

"Synthetic brain is a good thing, but it is a laboratory product after all at this stage. Although your laboratory is very large and can even produce synthetic brains in batches like a factory, you are the only one in the giant tree of Sorin after all," Pittman shook Shaking his head, "You have studied for so long, you should have understood the concept of 'magic industry'. In the face of the real industrial system and its potential, things that cannot be mass-produced have natural defects."

"...Of course I understand, so I have also thought about this issue during this period of time," Bertila pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly, "Theoretically, the production process of synthetic brains can indeed be carried out without the giant tree of Sorin .”

"Really?" Pittman's eyes widened in surprise, "Can you make this thing out of a factory?"

"Not a 'factory' in the conventional sense, but a biological replication center and... a breeding ground," Bertila said in thought, "I know it sounds weird, but you probably already know that genetic samples of synthetic brains Sources—the Nightmare Skull in the Dark Forest, the Spirit-eating Monsters in the Ancestral Peak, and other monsters or beasts. In essence, these 'synthetic brains' are actually a kind of artificially cultivated monsters. You should know that human beings How wolves were domesticated into dogs, and how griffins were bred from a branch of predatory owls, is in a sense similar to how I made these brains.

"Of course, this is a general statement, and there are still big differences between the two things in terms of actual technology and difficulty of implementation.

"Back to the issue of mass production, I think there is indeed the possibility that these 'brains' can be cultivated in artificially controlled ordinary biological factories without the giant tree of Sorin. As far as I know, you and your druids The team has restored the manufacturing or construction methods of the Engel's fusion chamber and the cross-type biomass splitting pool from the technical information left by the end of all things, and used modern technology to make them harmless, and these two Things are the key to cultivating a 'synthetic brain'. The only problem next is how to transform the knowledge I 'understand' into something that ordinary humans or elf druids can learn and control... If you don't break through this, even if you I gave you the original 'brain' matrix, and you have no way to guide and cultivate a complete 'synthetic brain' from it."

As Bertila said, she tapped her forehead lightly—even though she looked no different from a real person, she made a sound of knocking on wood in the process: "The change in life form has led me to recognize the world and The way of thinking about problems has also changed. Although I still have the human heart, I can no longer think like a human being. There are many things that I know how to do, and I can even do it instinctively, but it is difficult to follow you. Explain. Just like this 'room' in front of you, I can make it grow with a single thought, but it may take me half a year to communicate with the druid as my assistant to let them understand how this plant manipulation technique works. Achieved."

"It will take time, I understand," Pittman nodded, "but regardless of this point, mass production of synthetic brains is indeed achievable, and it can be achieved within an acceptable time period, right?"

Bertila thought about it seriously before nodding slightly: "That's for sure."

"Then we can keep this project going," breathed Pittman. "In this way, the 'wetware mainframe' has the opportunity to officially enter the stage, not just special equipment for small-scale applications."

Chapter 1058 Making Fire

From Pittman's attitude, Bertila realized that the "synthetic brain" technology he created seemed to be more important than he expected—the "extraterritorial wanderer" who always thought one step ahead of others seemed to start from this Some kind of broader development prospects are seen in the technology, or... some kind of future application has been arranged for it.

"May I ask?" She thought for a while, and couldn't help asking curiously, "What are you planning to use these 'brains' for? It shouldn't be just to expand the scale of psychic singers and create more Mind assist device?"

Pittman glanced at Bertila silently, and after thinking for a while, he asked with a smile, "Have you ever visited those rumbling factories?"

"Factory?" Bertila was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Of course—although I can't move now, there are many factories in the entire Solin area, and I have seen factories that produce clothing and metal containers , and factories for treating sewage and recycling oozes...those machines are impressive."

"Yes, it's impressive, but maybe they can be even more impressive," Pittman raised his eyebrows, "Those machines are powerful and efficient, but compared with the dexterous craftsmen, what they can do There are still too few things, too rough, as a Gondorian, you should know how the magic workshop worked more than 700 years ago..."

"Are you going to let the machines... learn to think?" Bertila finally understood what Pittman meant, and his eyes widened. "Use those synthetic brains?"

"Not only that, we may even let the factory learn to think," Pittman nodded, "Imagine such a scenario-our factory is a huge steel monster, and this steel giant has a brain, in The thinking device in the center of the factory is immersed in the loyal main engine of wetware, its nerve fibers spread along the pipelines in the workshop, and every machine is its end, all the gears and levers are now dexterous, like a craftsman's Fingers generally do delicate things, and workers and technicians only need to be responsible for giving instructions and designing more advanced workflows..."

Bertila didn't speak for a few seconds. She thought that if she still had a heart, her heart might stop beating for a moment. She admitted that she was attracted by the scene Pittman described, but Feeling an inexplicable... vigilance.In the end, she shook her head and stared into the eyes of the chief druid of the empire in front of her: "Why didn't I know that you still have such exquisite words and sentences?"

"Since these words are spoken by His Majesty, I will be responsible for memorizing them," Pittman admitted indifferently, "He conceived an amazing production method... But then again, he also emphasized this The disturbing part behind this technology, like whether these brains will get out of control, like whether they will generate their own 'thoughts', like the role of humans in factories... You are also a technician, and you have lived through the age of Gondor, you should I can understand what His Majesty is worried about."

"Indeed, I can understand—and fortunately, he is already worried about this, and his worry makes me breathe a sigh of relief," Bertila said while exhaling like a human being, "How should I say it?" Well... the future you just pictured even made me feel a little nervous... when I imagined those factories and machines actually starting to think."

Then she paused, as if she was thinking, and then continued: "But it's okay, we don't have to be so nervous. At the current stage, the synthetic brain I created does not have the physiological structure to produce 'self' Consciousness' condition, it is an auxiliary computing organ that can quickly complete the induction and summary of huge data and undertake some tasks of transmitting consciousness signals, but in essence, its neural nodes cannot independently think about complex issues, so unless We reset all the structures of synthetic brains, otherwise we don't have to worry about these brains being suddenly stimulated to become self-conscious and out of control.

"On the other hand, it is precisely because these brains can only perform computing tasks and execute simple commands, if they are really used to control machines, they can only do preset things and perform low-complexity repetitions. operation, so we don’t have to worry about the collective unemployment of humans in the factory...but the reduction of jobs is certain.”

"Your Majesty is actually not only worried about human unemployment. In fact, this is not even an important issue." Pittman shook his head. "In fact, the biggest problem in factories everywhere is the shortage of workers. Even if more than half of the machines in the future have The ability to operate automatically, the job gap is still scary... But this is not what we are going to discuss today.

"In short, since the situation is as you said, I am personally relieved."

Bertila looked Pittman up and down, she was thinking, and said thoughtfully: "Since we talked about the topic of 'making the machine think', I still have some opinions of my own..."

"Tell me," Pittman nodded immediately, "you are very professional in this regard."

"It has nothing to do with my major, I just thought of some things in the Gondor era," Bertila said, and the winding vines and branches behind her rubbed against the floor, making a rustling sound, "You should know that as early as Gondor At that time, human beings had created "machines" capable of thinking - we called them "iron men" at that time, and modern golem and puppet technology can be counted as the remnants of this "smart" technology. Of course, Iron Man's The mind core and the puppet's arcane core are completely different from the 'synthetic brain' in essence, but they also have similarities, for example...they all have the possibility of losing control.

"And in the Gondor era, in order to prevent the iron people from getting out of control, we used a special method."

"A special method?" Pittman suddenly showed curiosity, "What method?"

"I only know a rough idea—after all, my brothers and I were just little nobles on the frontier back then, and what I'm going to talk about is the cutting-edge technology of humans at that time," Bertila said slowly as he recalled , "Back then, the Ironmen of Gondor were incorporated into a system called the 'Ironman Network'. This system is like the public 'brain' of the Ironmen. They must be under the control of this network to act, and the network's The upper node... guess what it is?"

"Upper node?" Pittman frowned, but then he thought of someone, a rebel as old as Kamel, "Wait, I guessed it..."

"As you guessed," Bertera nodded, "it was the royal family of Gondor at that time, the Norton family.

"Every member of the Norton family will undergo neurotransformation during their lifetime, so that their brains can be incorporated into the Iron Man network like those Iron Men, and even after their death, their consciousness will be retained, in some form. The Iron Man network continues to operate. Generations of Norton royal families have used this method to maintain absolute control over the 'Iron Man', a highly intelligent mechanical soldier... Although Gondor is gone now, until the day when the ancient empire collapsed , Those Iron Man Corps have indeed never lost control.”

Pittman opened his mouth and muttered for a while: "How does this method of retaining consciousness remind me of immortals..."

"Yes, although they are different things, they also have something in common," Bertila said. "Many miraculous things we do today, the Gondor Empire thousands of years ago actually did it long ago."