Sword of Dawn

It will be more rational, more rigorous, more widely supported - and more likely to succeed.

Veronica's only regret is that too many people did not live to see this day, including the rebels of the past, and those who were consumed in iterations or uploads/downloads. Copy of Philia.

Wright's voice sounded from the side at this moment, waking Veronica up from her brief distraction: "By the way, are you still going to the church to attend the bishop's meeting?"

"I'm going to meet His Majesty today," Veronica shook her head, "Sorry, you need to go by yourself."

"Oh, it's okay, I can go by myself," Wright laughed, that kind of seemingly rough but sincere smile will make people involuntarily relax the pressure (of course, it will occasionally bring another meaning to unfamiliar people. Nervous), "You seem to be a little preoccupied these days-I'll take care of the church here, you'd better go about your own business."

Veronica immediately frowned subconsciously: Have my emotions leaked to the point where they would be noticed by the outside world?It seems that the personality model still needs to be adjusted...

……

After sending Belsetia back to the Autumn Palace, Gawain returned to his study. When he opened the door and entered the room, he saw a figure standing in the room, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time: holding a platinum scepter, Veronica in a nun's robe.

There are very few people who are qualified to step into their study room without notification, and this leader of the rebels from the Gondor era is one of them.

"Veronica?" Gawain looked at this "Saint Princess" with a holy temperament and a gentle smile all the time, with some surprise, "Do you need me?"

"Your Majesty," Veronica turned to Gawain, with a rare solemnity on her always calm face, "I want to talk to you about the wasteland of Gondor."

Gao Wen was walking towards the chair behind his desk, when he heard this, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and he heard something unusual in the other's tone: "The wasteland of Gondor? Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

"I suspect that there is a force at work in the depths of the Gondor wasteland - and they are very threatening to the outside world."

Gao Wen's expression became serious: "A force? What kind of force?"

"Do you still remember the information mentioned in the dossier of the End of Everything that was found in Sorin's Underground Palace?" Veronica looked into Gawain's eyes, "It mentioned that there are two branches belonging to the End of Everything." The power of the Necromancer is active in the world. Some of them are executing the "False God's Body" plan in the human world outside the magnificent wall, and the other part is hiding in the wasteland of Gondor, carrying out seemingly fringe activities such as intelligence collection and data assistance. ..."

"Of course I know," Gawain nodded immediately. In fact, even if he didn't mention the files found in Thorin's Underground Palace, he knew that there were some "remnants" of the End of Everything hidden in the wasteland. I have personally dealt with this force, and learned a lot of information about them from Beltera, "As far as I know... these cultists hiding in the wasteland are very secretive, even the outsiders The believers of the Doom of All Things are not sure what these 'citizens' are doing. The empire has tried to take some measures, but due to the isolation of the wasteland pollution area, even if we know their existence, we have nothing to do with them for a while. Method."

"Perhaps you should think of a way." Veronica said solemnly.

Chapter 1118 Undercurrent of Wasteland

Gawain was startled for a moment, and then slowly sat down behind the desk with a serious expression. He raised his head and looked into Veronica's eyes, and saw that the expression of this ancient disobedient was more serious than ever... ...Even solemn to the point of depression.

The gentle smile that was similar to a "mask" had faded from her face at some point, and on this occasion where no outsiders existed, the real Ophelia Norton was standing in front of Gawain.

"There are some things that you don't want to talk about, so I haven't asked." Gawain stared at Veronica, and said slowly, "As an ancient Gondor soul who has survived to this day, you have never explained yourself in detail. How did you survive the big explosion in the imperial capital back then, nor did you explain how you exist now, and as a disobedient wandering in the human world, you also did not explain where your information about the wasteland came from."

Veronica stood quietly opposite the desk, and after a few seconds of silence, she spoke softly: "If you must know, now I can..."

"No, if you don't want to say it, I still won't force you to say it," Gao Wen shook his head, "I just want to say that I have given you enough trust and...tolerance, which requires some reciprocal honesty. You have You have the right to keep secrets that involve your own privacy or your own bottom line, but for those things that may pose a threat to countries outside the barrier, I hope you can tell them frankly."

Veronica closed her eyes slightly, then suddenly bent down slightly, and saluted Gao Wen very solemnly. Her voice was as soft and melodious as ever, but it seemed to be a little warmer than before: "Please forgive me before I did not intend to conceal the unauthorized decision in this regard, but I am too accustomed to logical and data-level deduction, but ignore the variability of ordinary human society in the development process. Now I will tell you everything I know, the specifics How to deal with it...is up to you to judge."

At this point, she paused, as if she was looking for a suitable topic to start, and then continued: "The deep blue well... is actually still in operation."

Gawain's pupils constricted momentarily. This shocking news made his heart pound, but then he remembered the vision he had observed when overlooking the wasteland of Gondor—even though the entire The wasteland was covered by a powerful energy field and thick clouds, and the monitoring angle of the satellite could hardly see any details on the land, but when the conditions were right, he did see a strong wave in the center of the wasteland. The flash of light appeared, that was the location of the former Deep Blue Well!

The surveillance record from a long time ago was suddenly confirmed, and the shock in his heart quickly calmed down. Gao Wen's expression changed slightly and he returned to calm. He stared into Veronica's eyes: "How did it survive? 700 years ago The big bang... The Deep Blue Well should be located at the core of the explosion."

"You are calmer than I imagined, is it because you have obtained some information in some way?" Veronica looked at Gawain in surprise, but she wisely did not pursue the question, but answered along the way The other party's question, "The Deep Blue Well was indeed the core of the big explosion, but in fact the details of that explosion are different from the cognition of later generations - this involves the 'essence' of the Deep Blue Well itself.

"In your impression, what is the Deep Blue Well?"

Veronica suddenly asked a rhetorical question, which made Gawain think, and quickly gave an answer, which is also the answer that most people who know the Gondor Empire can give: "That is the ancient Gondor Empire. The energy core, the largest magic power focus in history, consists of four reaction towers, four arcane return chambers, and a main magic power source spout..."

"This is indeed the public's perception, but in fact, these things including the reaction tower, the arcane return chamber, and the welling spout... are just built by humans for the convenience of extracting energy from the original magic." Ancillary facilities' that's all," Veronica nodded, "Before the builders of the Gondor Empire built these things, the energy rift at the core of the Deep Blue Well had been gushing on this continent for many years—a history of more than Human civilization itself even exceeds the records of the silver elves. It is a natural focus of magic power first, followed by those extraction devices that people recognize, and the true scale of this focus of magic power...perhaps far exceeds that of all people imagine.

"The 'Magic Fountain' that spewed out in the old capital of Gondor should in essence be just a branch of the Deep Blue Well exposed to the material world, and its true and complete veins are hidden in all the elemental fields and half-bits connected to it. We don't know how far it extends in the depths of this world, but what is certain is that it is a part of the structure of our planet, and it is a very large part, and for a As far as a planet is concerned, even if the kingdom on it is destroyed countless times, even if its ecological circle is reset countless times, the planet itself will not be damaged at all.

"So the big explosion of the Deep Blue Well destroyed only those man-made extraction devices. As the body of the 'well', the energy rift at its core can be said to be intact after completing an unprecedented release of magic energy—more than 700 years ago, I At the last moment, I noticed the abnormality of the Deep Blue Well and its real structure, and tried my best to use its own huge underlying structure to buffer and channel the magic energy that had nowhere to be released. Overall, I failed, and the well spewed out The chaotic magic energy released formed the magic wave shock, according to today's point of view, it formed the 'little magic wave' and destroyed the entire empire, but in fact I still succeeded in a small part..."

Gao Wen frowned slightly: "A small part?"

"I kept my research base and the main director of the Deep Blue Well," Veronica said, "it's right under the Deep Blue Well."

Gao Wen suddenly realized that the broad imagination accumulated in the previous life and the many experiences in this life allowed him to quickly deduce a lot of things. He stared at Veronica: "So, you are actually still in that research base now?!"

Veronica showed a somewhat surprised expression again, she looked at Gao Wen: "Actually, I...well, yes, I'm still in that research base."

As she spoke, she showed a slight smile: "I really didn't expect that you would immediately think of this level. This does not conform to my perception of you, nor does it conform to the way of thinking of ordinary people... Your keen insight is really just a little Is it from wisdom?"

"It's just a flash of light," Gao Wen said casually, and then asked, "Is that research base still operating? What else is there?"

Veronica nodded slightly and replied: "There is still an Iron Man Corps still in service—on this basis, I have spent several centuries repairing and rebuilding the production and maintenance facilities of the Iron Man Corps, and transforming the Deep Blue Well. The above-ground structure that dominates, from which the magic is drawn to keep all facilities running."

Gao Wen was dumbfounded: "You said there is an Iron Man Corps in operation deep in the wasteland?! And you have repaired the relevant production and maintenance facilities, and even partially restored the operation of the Deep Blue Well?!"

"Yes—but you don't have to be so excited, they're all small, smaller than you think."

"So all these years, while you've been doing these things in the depths of the wasteland, you've somehow projected your own spirit into the human world beyond the wasteland, looking out like 'Veronica' right now The world has changed," Gao Wen looked serious, but at the same time he couldn't help sighing, "A troop of iron men... To be honest, if I hadn't heard what you said, I couldn't believe it was true. How did they escape? Was it impacted by such a strong magic energy back then?"

"I created a large-scale anti-magic shield in the underground facility - supported by the main tube of the Deep Blue Well itself, which allowed it to resist the powerful impact of magic energy at that time," Veronica replied, " In fact, even so, only a small part of the iron men survived. At that time, there were a total of sixteen iron man regiments stationed near my research base as a garrison. I set up independent anti-magic shields for each place, and the result Fifteen of the garrison points failed to withstand the impact, and only one survived."

Gawain rubbed his brows, digesting the explosive information that suddenly came to him, and while his thoughts gradually straightened out, he looked up at Veronica: "So you are actually trapped in the deepest part of the wasteland now— —Although you have repaired a base as your refuge, and there is a running iron guard, these things are obviously not enough for you to retreat from the center of the wasteland to the outside of the magnificent wall..."

"I didn't think about evacuating there... Although in a sense, I was indeed trapped in the center of the wasteland," Veronica shook her head lightly, "I still have tasks to complete, including continuing to research The structure of the Deep Blue Well and the observation of the changes in the wasteland, and through the method of projecting the spirit, I can also act in the outside world like now, so it is not important to me whether to evacuate there."

"Well, this is your choice, and to be honest, I can't help you much now," Gawain nodded, and at the same time he did not forget what the topic was at the beginning, "Now I have a general understanding of your Circumstances and the truth about the Deep Blue Well—we can talk about the cultists lurking around in the wasteland. Do those cultists have anything to do with what we just talked about? Are they planning on the Deep Blue Well?"

"It's not just about to move, I suspect that they are already taking some kind of action," Veronica said with a serious expression, "Recently, there have been some abnormal signs in the core area of ​​the wasteland, and I have lost some iron soldiers. During the patrolling process, some soldiers found that the energy conduits near the base border had been damaged or remodeled—the technique was very superb, and it could not be the work of those wandering deformed bodies or mindless mana spirits .”

Gawain frowned slightly, he tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and asked casually, "Didn't you see something directly?"

"...for some reason, I can only stay in the core of the base deep underground," Veronica replied, "I understand the iron soldiers patrolling the surface and the few sensing and monitoring devices near the energy conduits. The only channel to the external environment. It may be a bit ironic to say... In that harsh environment, my understanding of the things around me was no better than my understanding of the city of Cecil, which was thousands of miles away. Because compared to the restricted body, this interactive medium named 'Veronica' at least has complete freedom of action and can touch the real world."

Gao Wen couldn't help being very curious about the current real state of Veronica/Ophelia's "main body", but he knew that this matter had already involved privacy, and it seemed that the other party probably didn't want to talk about it. He didn't take the initiative to ask further questions.He quickly turned his attention back to those cultists: "According to the information we got from Belterra, the branch of the End of All Things Society inside the magnificent wall should have been active in the wasteland of Gondor for a long time... ...For so many years, have you never caught them? Haven't you dealt with them head-on?"

"As I said, my...'territory' in the wasteland is actually very limited. The Iron Man Corps can only operate in the ruins of the old imperial capital and the narrow areas on the edge of the ruins. Operate within this range," Veronica said with some regret, "Compared with the entire wasteland, my perception range is extremely small, and those cultists should have been operating near the magnificent wall before, where my Blind area of ​​vision. In fact, if you didn’t uproot everything, I wouldn’t even know that there is another force hiding outside my shelter.”

"This sounds really scary," Gawain stopped tapping on the table, and he pinched his chin thoughtfully, "You don't know them, but those cultists obviously know you, at least They know that the Deep Blue Well is still in operation - they have been peaceful with the Deep Blue Well for the past few centuries, as if they are deliberately moving around you, but recently they have suddenly become emboldened and even steal your Soldier, stealing your energy... there must be a reason for it."

"Steal... yes, they are indeed thieves," Veronica said in a deep voice, but there was no anger in her tone. In fact, most of the time her mood swings were extremely indifferent, just like her human beings. Emotions have been wiped away by hundreds of years of work, and the gentle and friendly appearance on weekdays is just a mask simulated by experience, "I can't think of why they suddenly took action recently, but maybe this is different from the grand Everything outside the wall will eventually die and be wiped out."

"Half of them have been wiped out, and the other half have started to adopt a backup plan," Gawain thought, and the wind of unrest in late spring came from the open window, "It seems that this matter needs to be discussed with Bertila. Just to make sure... But I don't think she can be of much help. The Doomsday Cultists operating in the wasteland are too secretive, and there are many secrets that are even hidden from the sight of the original Grand Priest Franken. Besides... if there is any 'backup plan', Beltira should have reported it long ago."

He shook his head, put this matter down for the time being, and then asked: "Do you have any ideas about the purpose of those cultists? They are clearly planning the Deep Blue Well... Do you think they need such a huge amount of energy?" What are you going to do?"

"There are too many directions to guess, and too little exact information to draw conclusions with reference value," Veronica said, "The energy of the Deep Blue Well can really do too many things. Those who can control it gain power second only to gods, and can also use it to reshape the environment or destroy specific things. For those cultists entrenched in the wasteland, each of these things is worth their risk reason."

Chapter 1119 Welcome Home

The study room was quiet for a while, and Gao Wen fell into deep thought behind the desk—the information that was suddenly delivered to him made him feel a certain amount of pressure, but on the other hand, all of this did not completely exceed his expectations.

As early as the day he knew that there was a remnant of the Doomsday Cultists still active in the wasteland, he knew that he would have to face this trouble one day, and compared to the sudden activities of these cultists, Veronica's The information revealed about the Deep Blue Well, the Iron Man Corps, and the remaining bases was even more unexpected to him.

All this strengthened his determination to counterattack the wasteland—this goal that he had secretly set in his heart not long after he woke up, suddenly had another reason to work hard for it.

"In short, no matter what those cultists want to do, their goal is definitely not unity and friendship for world peace," Gao Wen broke the silence in a low voice while thinking, "The more energy they steal from the deep blue well, it means that they The more dangerous things are to be planned...you can't sit idly by."

"But they're in the depths of the wasteland," Veronica said quietly, "it's a vast polluted land, and there are countless aberrations wandering around - any dangerous place outside the majestic wall Compared with the wasteland of Gondor, it is as comfortable as a garden, and those cultists hiding in the polluted area mean that they have almost absolute safety."

Gao Wen didn't speak for a while, but leaned back slightly, and the wind in his ears became even more noisy.

What Veronica was talking about was the biggest problem right now—the vast wasteland.For the countries living in clean areas, the wasteland is an extremely dangerous and desperate situation, but for those cultists who have adapted to the wasteland environment through biochemical transformation, the terrible mana pollution and wandering mutants are theirs. Natural barriers, even if Gawain and Veronica know where the cultists are hiding, they have almost nothing to do with them. After all... 700 years have passed, and the countries around the wasteland of Gondor have no way to deal with them. It's just that they can barely maintain the border, and no one has really raised the banner of counterattacking the wasteland.

But not being able to do so in the past does not mean not being able to do so now, nor does it mean not being able to do so in the future.

Gawain curled his fingers and tapped the armrest of the seat twice. His eyes fell on the wall not far away. On the wall where the map of the mainland was hung, there was now a new flag symbolizing the Union of Communities. , the flag was bathed in the afternoon sun, and the silky fabric seemed to shine brightly.

"I haven't mentioned this matter to you before, because I judged that the timing was not ripe," Veronica's voice came from the side, "You have a bigger and more urgent crisis to face, separate A sliver of energy risks total overturning, and there was nothing you or your allies could do about it even if I told you about the wasteland back then, but now... I think we have some leeway to think about what was inside before the grandeur It's a hidden danger."

Gao Wen couldn't help but glanced at her. What the other party said didn't sound like a problem, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that these judgments only calculated rigid data, but did not take into account the variability of human beings. This way of judging things seems to be It doesn't quite conform to the thinking habits of human beings... Is this also the impact of too long time on her?

Veronica noticed his gaze: "Is there any problem?"

"No, not at all," Gao Wen shook his head, his eyes once again fell on the alliance flag not far away, and said with a thoughtful expression, "to this day, we are still not ready to counterattack the wasteland, no matter in terms of technology Reserves or human and material resources, these are not issues that the Cecil Empire can solve independently at this stage, but on the other hand... We have now established an alliance, relying on it, we have the opportunity to mobilize unprecedented power Do great things, so..."

"So this is no longer an unreachable thing," Veronica said calmly, "If all countries on the continent can realize that the threat in the wasteland is about to move, then even if we still can't recover the wasteland , at least something can be done, even if it is to advance a kilometer to the magnificent wall, even if it is to establish a few outposts on its border."

Gao Wen pondered, and slowly said in thought: "I think your thinking is too conservative - if several more powerful countries are really willing to do this together, then we may be able to do more than that. "

All kinds of thoughts surged in his mind. As he spoke, Gao Wen sorted out the list of countries that might actively cooperate in this matter, and when those allied countries appeared in his mind one by one, he gradually realized the importance of this matter. What an effective force it is, and I suddenly realized that the "counterattack on the wasteland" has unconsciously established a certain foundation.

It is indeed difficult to rely on Cecil to counterattack the wasteland, but if Typhon and the Silver Empire are willing to actively contribute, and if border countries like Ogulei and Gaoling Kingdom are willing to actively cooperate, this matter...doesn't seem to be the case so far away?

But even so, this matter cannot be achieved overnight. Even if the conditions are met now, planning a plan to counterattack the wasteland requires a long-term plan-after all, the mortal kingdoms have been far away from that ancient corrupt land for too many years up.

Gawain told Veronica unreservedly what he thought in his heart, and finally said: "I will send a message to Typhon and the Silver Empire as soon as possible, and give them an early warning anyway, but no matter what, Entering the wasteland of Gondor is not an easy task, it requires a long time of preparation."

"I know," Veronica nodded, "but please hurry——I have lost the clues of those cultists again now. They are preparing plans that no one knows in the blind spot of everyone's vision. Only by finding them as soon as possible They, I can really feel at ease."

Gao Wen didn't make a sound, but sat behind the desk with a sinking face, and nodded slowly.

……

When the wind in the last week of the Recovery Moon blows across the plains, all the golden daisy flowers in Changzhi Manor will be in full bloom. These beautiful little flowers with light golden petals are actually not very eye-catching in the plains, but they have always been popular for their tenacious vitality. The favorite of the Wendell family - it is planted on both sides of every road in the manor, extending from the highland where the red windmill is located to the edge of the grove, extending from the direction of the farm to the one designed by Bud Wendell himself. The main house, when the warm wind blows, an earthy aroma will float from the flowers, filling all the avenues and paths.

A magical car with the emblem of the Wendell family drove across the wide and flat "National Avenue" and entered the main gate of Longbranch Manor from a cobbled path. The servants were already waiting at the entrance of the manor, waiting for the The owner who had been away from here for too long—the car stopped on the open ground, and after the door was opened, the tall, gray-haired Andersa Wendell finally stood on the land she was most familiar with again.

The young wolf general has already taken off his military uniform, and is wearing a spring uniform that is more like an ordinary woman. The high-grade but simple white dress is slightly raised in the wind, which slightly reduces her cold and blunt military aura. , but still couldn't completely cover up that Ling Ran and neat temperament.

Andersa Wendell nodded in response to the servants who came to greet her, and then she could not help but glance at the familiar things in her sight—she saw the main road under her feet winding towards the direction of the main house, not far away There is a mage's tower standing on the hill, and in the distance, you can see lush fruit forests, nurseries, and stables. A small river winds through the distant woods and flows in the direction of the National Avenue.

This is her own manor, a small part of the fief under her name, and it is not a short distance from the imperial capital.Many years ago, the owner of this manor was her father, and after her father "disappeared", the manor was quickly transferred to her by her grandfather.For Andersa, almost all the good and bad memories from her childhood to her teenage years are frozen here. Compared with the family mansion in the imperial capital, this slightly remote manor is more like the one in her memory. "Family".

Andersa took a light breath to calm down her mind. Maybe she had experienced too many changes. When she returned to this familiar land again, she found that her mood was so complicated that even she couldn't understand it. degree.

At this moment, the butler of the manor came forward at the right time, bowed in front of the hostess and said, "Miss, Grand Duke Ferdinand is here, and he is waiting for you in the hall on the first floor of the main house."

Is my grandfather already waiting for me here?

Andersa blinked, without much surprise on her face. She nodded and signaled the housekeeper to dismiss the servants gathered here. At the same time, she walked steadily towards the main house not far away.

In the main house, the white-haired Duke Ferdinand Wendell was standing quietly in front of the north wall, looking up at the large portrait hanging on the wall—if according to the "regulations" of most Typhon noble mansions , what hangs here should be the portrait of the owner of this place, that is, the "formal portrait" painted by Andersa when she was an adult, but in fact the one hanging here is still the one more than ten years ago: Bud Win Full body portrait of Del.

On the large painting, the young Bud Wendell is standing imposingly in the armed exhibition room, full of armor, wearing a cloak, with a sharp sword standing in front of him, and his eyes are as sharp as a wolf. The owner is long gone, but a certain spirit of the previous wolf general still seems to be deeply imprinted in the painting. Under the pen of the famous master in the imperial capital, this spirit even shines through, making everyone watching feel that Ling Ling. His aura——but the white-haired Ferdinand stood here, and when he looked at the painting, he only showed a soft and nostalgic expression, just like any old father.

The sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps came at this moment. Ferdinand turned around and saw Andersa Wendell standing at the door.

The sunlight poured into the hall from behind Andesa, with a misty texture, and a golden light spread on the shoulders of the girl who had taken off her military uniform.

After a few seconds of relative silence, Grand Duke Ferdinand finally broke the silence softly: "Andersa, you are back."

"Yes, grandfather," Andersa walked into the hall with a sense of inexplicable restraint and distance, "I'm back."

She looked at Duke Ferdinand, this extremely powerful old man in memory was much older than just a few months ago, and his hair was all white—even though the Wendell family's gray hair was very close to white, but Now the gray texture of Duke Ferdinand's hair has completely faded away, leaving only a piece of almost silver whiteness - his burly body is also slightly bent, although he is still tall, he no longer needs her to look up.

Andersa looked past her grandfather again, and saw the full-body portrait of her father on the wall behind. The heroic soldier in uniform touched her heart, and then some new memories emerged from her mind. An image seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and gradually overlapped with the father in the portrait——

Slightly overweight, wearing the uniform of the research institute, beard and hair are unmanaged due to indulging in research, holding a record board, can give himself a hundred questions at any time, very good at going to the cafeteria to grab chicken legs with his colleagues, and urging him when he comes back Drink your own medicine.

Stacked for a long time, did not stack.

Andersa controlled the change of expression at the last moment - on such a serious occasion, and in front of her grandfather, she still needs to be careful.

Ferdinand had no idea what Andersa was thinking of at this moment. He just noticed the other's eye hidden under the bangs for the first time. That eye was blood-colored, obviously different from normal eyeballs: " Andersa, your eyes..."

"In the bombing of the Cecils... I was injured," Andersa touched the corner of her eye subconsciously, with a hint of shame on her expression, "After their treatment, the vision recovered, but the eyeball happened. Some changes - I volunteered to leave this mark as a reminder to myself."

Ferdinand stared at Andesa, and sighed softly after a while: "You... have suffered a lot."

This is probably the softest and most caring thing this "Duke of Steel" can say, right?

Andersa thought to herself, and shook her head slightly: "Physical injuries are not important. My performance in the Battle of Winter Wolf Castle... Did you disappoint?"

Ferdinand didn't speak, just looked at his granddaughter quietly, until the gaze almost turned into real pressure, he said: "Why should I be disappointed? Because you chose to surrender? Or because you failed to hold the fortress?" ?”

Andersa said nothing.

"Andersa, you did not defend the Winter Wolf Castle, and you were indeed the first Wolf General to surrender on the battlefield, but for the entire Typhon, what you defended was not just a Winter Wolf Castle," said Ferdinand Shen He said in a loud voice, "Make the right judgment at the right time, and take protecting the interests of the motherland as your mission. Have you accomplished these two things?"

Andersa didn't hesitate at all: "I did it."

"That's good," Pei Dinan finally smiled, "That's all I ask of you."

The old man opened his hands, his arms were still as broad as Andersa remembered:

"Welcome home, Andersa."

……

The cold sea breeze was blowing from the direction of the coastline, carrying a slightly salty smell in the wind. Melita Purnia landed on the large landing platform by the coast in bumps. When she saw that the camp not far away was still It was running in an orderly manner, and her compatriots were still busy, so she exhaled lightly.

She turned into a human form and landed on the landing platform—it is said to be a landing platform, but this is completely different from the old industrial products with sophisticated navigation systems, intelligent lighting, and intelligent self-cleaning functions. It is just an open and flat area outside the camp. On the high ground, the ground uses magical materials and deep notches to outline the line markers that can emit light and assist landing. A figure in a white dress is standing at the end of the slope not far away. When Melita appeared, this figure immediately greeted her quickly.

"Welcome back!" Noretta greeted her friend happily, and looked Melita up and down, "That's right—it seems that the long-distance travel didn't cause any problems with your injuries."

"It's just a round-trip flight to Loren Continent," Melita waved her hand indifferently, "it's not going to the elemental world to find someone to fight with."

While speaking, she glanced in the direction of the camp and asked casually, "Is everything okay here?"