Sword of Dawn
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Lines of text swept across the field of vision, and many familiar and unfamiliar names and events touched Modil's fragmented, chaotic and disordered memory world like light and shadow passing from the water surface. His expression changed several times, and It took a long time to read the few pages of paper that were not too much content, and then he was stunned for more than ten seconds before finally hesitating to break the silence: "The records on this... are someone's adventure experience, yes Bar?"
"You really don't have the slightest impression of them?" Heragor leaned his upper body forward slightly, and asked seriously, "You didn't think of anything after seeing it?"
"Well, it looks like I guessed... This is the record I once left? Is it my travelogue?" Mordir read the answer from Heragor's attitude, but his expression was different. He only seemed more confused, "But I really don't have any memory at all, I have no memory at all...Family, friends, companions...I even had children? Did I really have these?"
The old mage muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changing between sober and confused, but before he fell into complete confusion, Heragor's voice suddenly came from the side, and the magic power contained in the dragon's language made him instantly Sober up: "Mr. Mordir, please stay focused, we are just talking about a travelogue, and your spirit should be firmly anchored here."
"Oh, oh, stay focused, stay focused," Mordir woke up suddenly, his eyes scanned the pages that had fallen on the table again strangely, "I really don't remember them, sir, Do you know the full name of the person who left this travel note?"
"Mortil Wilde," Heragor nodded and said, "You still don't remember anything when you heard the last name?"
"Wild...Wild?" Mordir frowned, repeating this unique surname in the human world in a low voice, "I don't remember, I don't remember that I have this surname, but it is a little familiar, the surname of Wild ...Wait! I know, I've heard of it! The ruling family in the north of Ansu, the Duke of Wilder—huh?"
The expression of the old mage suddenly froze. He finally remembered where he had heard of this familiar surname. However, when this surname was connected with himself, great confusion surged from the bottom of his heart. Overwhelmed by his mind, he pointed at himself with a "how is this possible" look on his face, clearly in disbelief at his guess.
What he couldn't even imagine was that the name Mordir Wilde had even disappeared from this world for 600 years.
Heragor coughed lightly, and said carefully, "Mr. Mordir, this is just a clue, we should..."
He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.
Modil in front of him had no reaction, just sat there sluggishly, maintaining the movement of raising his finger to point at himself.
Heragor squinted his eyes and glanced at the old mage, and then immediately reacted, outlining pale golden runes in the air, wanting to take some emergency measures to protect the soul and reset the mind, but before he took action Before, Mordir suddenly woke up again. The old mage blinked, as if the abnormality just now was just an illusion. He looked around, then looked at Heragor, and was confused for two seconds before he was not sure. He said, "What did we talk about just now? First, sir, do you have anything to show me?"
"...No, we have already read it, but there is no result, forget it," Heragor's expression did not change, he just waved his hand, and the few pages on the table instantly turned into dust and dissipated in the air. In the air, "Thank you very much for your willingness to talk to me about something, let's call it a day, you need to rest."
"Ah? Is it over?" Modil was confused and scratched his hair subconsciously, "Why do I feel that we have just started talking, and we are about to talk about the really important part..."
The old mage muttered, but soon stopped suddenly. He seemed to realize something, and looked at Heragor with a strange expression: "I was not in the right state just now?"
"...It's a bit scary," Heragor nodded. In front of a legendary mage like Mordir, many things in the supernatural field can be revealed at one point. "For the sake of your health, I don't think we should Keep talking."
"...I understand," Modil exhaled lightly, smiling with a complicated expression, then he slowly stood up, ready to turn around and leave, "Then it seems that I can only go to 'rest'. "
Heragor nodded and watched Mordir get up, but when the old mage was about to walk towards the door, he broke the silence: "Mr. Mordir."
Modil stopped and turned his head: "Is there anything else?"
"You want to find something 'important' that you've lost in this land, don't you?"
"Of course," Mordir nodded, "No matter who I say that to, this is my purpose."
"...Then, I will try my best to help," Heragor said slowly after a moment of consideration, "You can stay on this land for a few more days and wait patiently for a turning point."
Modil glanced at the leader of the Dragon Clan in surprise, and asked curiously, "Why? Are the Dragon Clan such a generous and hospitable race?"
Heragor laughed: "The Dragon Clan is indeed generous and hospitable, but the more important reason is that I have an intuition that what you are looking for...may also have something to do with some of the things we are paying attention to."
Chapter 1196 Between Life and Death
Hearing Heragor's answer, Mordir pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked in a low voice: "I'm suddenly a little curious... In a long, long time ago, in a period that I have forgotten, was it true that I Been to this place?"
Heragor stared into Mordir's eyes, and nodded lightly after a long time: "Yes, you have visited Tarrond—although you did not directly set foot on this land."
Modil opened his eyes slightly: "So the curse I received was left here?"
"I'm afraid not." Heragor shook his head slowly, "at least from the existing clues, your state was still normal until you left this land that year - and it was normal after that for a long time."
Mordir fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking about, and he raised his head again after about half a minute: "Is there no way to tell me about this part? For example, it involves the secrets of Tarrond, or it may point to some kind of ' If it is the latter, I can understand, after all, I have traveled abroad for so many years... I have always come into contact with some weird things."
"Yes," Heragor nodded, "Now we can't discuss this matter in detail-mainly because I'm not sure about the risks behind it. But if our work here has made some progress, I will Contact you as soon as possible."
"I believe this very much," Modil finally smiled again, then he exhaled lightly, turned his head to look at the exit of the room, "Then let's call it a day, I should go back and meet my companions."
"Are you planning to go back to the adventurer's camp?" Heragor had a surprised expression on his face, "I mean... as a legendary mage, you don't actually need to perform those tasks in the adventurer's camp. I can Arrange accommodation for you in New Agondor, although the conditions in Tarrond are difficult now, but at least in the core area, we can still provide more comfortable and considerate conditions.”
Modil thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Let's forget it—staying in a land full of unknowns and opportunities, but not being able to take risks and explore at will, no matter how comfortable and thoughtful the living conditions are for an adventurer. It's not a good thing. I prefer to stay with Lola and the others in the adventurer's camp, even if I don't go out, I can hear countless novel and interesting stories from the adventurers, which is more interesting to me."
"...I respect your choice," Heragor nodded slightly, "then please do your own thing—but if you suddenly think of something later, or need any help, you can always go through any one of the adventurer camps. Dragon Clerk contacted me - I've already spoken to them."
……
After leaving the big house and returning to the distribution point of the crystal rock hill temporary camp, Modil first saw Lola who was idling by the protective door and several familiar adventurers, the old mage's face There was a little smile on his face, and he walked towards that side with big strides, and Laura and the others quickly noticed Modil's approach, and greeted him one after another.
"Are you guys coming back from patrol?" Modil looked at Lola curiously after approaching, and asked casually.
"It's been a while since we've all been back," the young huntress said with a smile, "You have been away for a long time—what did the camp commander talk to you about?"
"It really has been a long time..." Modil murmured to himself thoughtfully, then waved his hands indifferently, "I didn't talk about anything, I just asked about my origin, Let’s talk about the Fire Elemental Lord, nothing else.”
"That's all?" The two-handed swordsman in the team - the one who was pushed out by Mordir with a 100-layer shield before - suddenly showed obvious disappointment on his face, "I thought I could hear something 'Internal arrangements'..."
The Druid on the side patted him on the shoulder casually: "Hey, it doesn't make much difference whether you can hear it or not. Anyway, you will be arranged for two more drinks later..."
The adventurers were joking around like this, and several teammates who had become familiar with each other chatted and laughed about it. However, the huntress Lola did not participate in it. She keenly noticed that the current situation of the old mage seemed to be a bit wrong. After a little hesitation, Still couldn't help asking: "Mr. Mordir, are you... all right? I don't think you look very well."
"Me? Face?" Modil was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously patted his cheek, "I'm fine...but maybe I'm a little tired, oh, I'm an elderly person after all, I can't do it with you young people compared to..."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the faces of the adventurers around him became weirder and weirder. The strong two-handed swordsman also subconsciously looked at Modil's old and crooked body - in all fairness, based on how he got along with him in the past few days After learning about it, the two-handed swordsman can't guarantee anything else. At least he can be sure that even if he fights with this old man for three rounds, he can go back and lie on the bed for a week. Confidently spraying blood all over the old man's face in one round... Does such a legendary master not consider other people's emotions when lamenting his life?
Laura's eyes kept falling on Mordier's face. The latter seemed to have completely returned to normal now, but she firmly believed that she had seen it right just now—in the short period of time just now, she clearly saw Mordier's face. There was an out-of-focus trance in Er's eyes, as if his soul had left, and the remaining body was completely driven by instinct to talk, which reminded her of her early years in a deserted place. The kind of undead encountered during missions in the underground palace...Of course, the ugly and rotten walking corpse looks completely different from the flesh and blood old mage in front of her. What she has is a "feeling", a feeling that only she can understand .
However, the old mage had fully recovered, and that weird feeling was no longer there. The young huntress blinked, and couldn't find any clues, so she could only deny her own judgment.
Probably just misread it.
……
Heragor watched Mordir leave the room, sensing the breath of the other party gradually going away, and then he waved his hand lightly, followed by a series of slight clicking sounds from the door not far away, and the door lock After it was completely closed, some dragon language runes that were originally hidden on the door, walls, roof and floor gradually emerged, shining mysteriously and changing brilliance under the light.
The former dragon priest carefully observed the state of each rune, and then he let out a sigh of relief. Then he came to a light golden column-shaped device placed in the corner, and activated the energy circulation in the device. There were a few creaking noises from inside the recently repaired device, and a clear image finally condensed on the crystal-coated surface covered by the upper half of the device——Andal in the form of a dragon appeared in the picture, and his huge The head was facing this way, and there was a glimmer of light in the dark red mechanical prosthetic eyes.
Heragor frowned slightly: "Is there something wrong with your body?"
"Don't worry, I'm in good condition," Andal nodded slightly, "It's just that I need to release the main body and manually check the condition of these ancient implants. After all, although the old antiques I use on my body do not rely on Omi Ga systems are running, but they have been running for too long, and I don't want these old things to be in a bad state at this critical time."
Then the old ancient black dragon shook his head, lowered his head and looked at Heragor: "Let's not talk about my place, how is your situation? Have you been in contact with that Mordir mage?"
"I have contacted it, the situation is a bit complicated," Heragor nodded and said, "His memory and mental state are not quite right. Apart from not being able to remember his full name and origin, he also has some doubts about his adventure career. With disordered memory, it can be preliminarily ruled out that his memory was deleted at one time - this should be a long-term, endogenous state of confusion."
Andal was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It sounds...you haven't confirmed in person that he is Mordir Wilde?"
"There is no way to confirm, he doesn't remember at all, even if he takes out some chapters in Mordir's travel notes, he doesn't have any impression." Heragor shook his head, but then changed the subject, "But... I think he that is."
"...When we suddenly found out his name registered in the adventurer list, you and I immediately thought of Melita's report - although we also suspected at first that it was just a duplicate name, but the part of the coincidence is really There are too many, too many to ignore," Andal said in a low voice, "in Loren Continent, 'Legends' are a rare group. Throughout the history of the last tens of thousands of years, there may not have been a second one among humans. A legend named 'Mordir', and an adventurer who visited Tarrond in search of some 'lost thing'..."
"The only problem is that humans can't live for six centuries - Mordir Wilder should have died 600 years ago."
"There is no way for humans to unravel after 700 years of death-but this kind of thing happened," Andal shook his head, "There are not so many 'certain' things in this world, especially when it comes to When it comes to the extraordinary realm."
"I agree with you, and this is one of the reasons why I dare to judge that it is Mordir Wilde," Heragor said slowly, and then suddenly changed the topic, "Speaking of which, after meeting with In the process of contacting that 'adventurer', I discovered something."
Andal's mechanical prosthetic eyes immediately shrank: "What did you find?"
"After reading part of 'Modir's Travel Notes' and hearing the surname 'Wild' from me, he quickly fell into a state of confusion. The whole process lasted less than a minute, and then he forgot He didn’t remember what happened just now, and he no longer remembered the contents of the travel notes, his memory went back to before I took out the travel notes,” Heragor described what had just happened in detail, “At the same time, I observed his The stability of the soul has dropped sharply, in order to prevent accidents, I didn't try it a second time."
"...I fell into confusion after hearing the surname? And lost my memory afterwards?" Andal's tone suddenly became serious, "It sounds...reminds me of the undead."
"Yes, it's reminiscent of the undead, but it doesn't exactly match—he at least knows his name is Modil, and it's completely impossible for the undead to remember his name. In addition, once the undead has a soul backlash, the consequences are not just confusion It's as simple as temporary amnesia," Heragor nodded, "Modir is a living flesh and blood body, I can be sure of this, he is alive, but the state of being alive... is not quite right. I prefer So his soul suffered a very serious trauma, which failed to kill him, but imprisoned part of his 'life essence' in a state of immortality-this is probably why he was able to wander the world for a full 600 years One of the reasons for the year."
Hearing Heragor's judgment, Andal fell into deep thought for a short time, and broke the silence a few minutes later: "What about the detection of 'pollution'? Have any pollution factors been detected?"
Heragore's gaze scanned the shining runes all over the room again, and he shook his head after pondering for a while: "No pollution has been detected—whether it's other spiritual pollution originating from the gods, or something pointing to the 'reverse tide'." Specific pollution, without any residual reaction. Mordir is just a mortal in a strange state of existence."
"...But I'm still not at ease," Andal sighed softly, "He entered that tower once, and this incident has something to do with our former god... Although judging from the clues back then, Mordir Veld was not polluted by the reverse tide when he left Tarrond, but you also know the peculiarity of that tower—even our former gods could not interfere with what happened in that tower things."
The room fell into silence for a while, and after a while, Andal spoke again: "What decision do you have?"
"That tower has made me more and more uneasy recently," Heragor said in a deep voice, "and after that adventurer Mordir appeared, this uneasiness is becoming more and more intense.
"I think we should contact Gawain Cecil, at least let the Cecil Empire know about the existence of that adventurer—the descendants of the Wilder family over there may have a way to verify the identity of their ancestors. At the same time, we also You can discuss with Gao Wen about the Tower of Against the Tide, and see what the human emperor who is also good at dealing with gods thinks. Finally..."
When Heragor said this, he stopped with a slightly weird expression, he seemed quite hesitant, but Andal guessed what the former dragon priest was thinking. Hong Guang: "You can also ask...'Ms. Enya''s opinion on this matter."
Heragor sighed softly: "Although the current 'Ms. Enya' is just a remnant aggregate of humanity, at least her memory inheritance is complete, we should ask."
……
On the northern border of the Cecil Empire, the seaside city "North Port" is welcoming the bright sun at noon, and the fine waves are beating against the anti-wave facilities around the port. The fortress docked steadily at the edge of Pier [-] in the military area. At the front of the upper deck, Byron, wearing a navy cloak, took a step forward, staring at the familiar city and coast, with a smile on his face.
"This is really a 'far away' trip," he muttered, "I don't know if the girls at home miss me..."
A low growl from high above interrupted his soliloquy, and Byron looked up to the sky. In the bright light of the huge sun, he saw the figure of the red dragon skimming across the bottom of the clouds, and again in the urban area. Hovering in the sky, amidst the majestic roar unique to dragons, the red dragon in full-body mechanical armor seemed to be greeting the Winter on the pier.
Byron laughed and waved to the red dragon in the sky in response.
Chapter 1197 Contracting Fort Project
The first batch of alliance teams to support Tarrond will continue to perform a year-long rotation mission on the northern continent until the next batch of reinforcement troops are handed over to them, but before that, they will be responsible for the escort and early handover The working military personnel have completed their tasks and returned today to Beigang, which is located on the northern border of the Cecil Empire. I sigh.
Since the human kingdoms lost the shelter of the Church of Storms 700 years ago and were blocked on this continent by the endless sea, mortal ships finally challenged this endless sea once again. They crossed the cold ice ocean, Returning safely after visiting a continent far beyond the boundaries of human civilization, this feat will surely be recorded in the history books.
"I've been following His Majesty all these years, and I've really encountered such things that will go down in history." Standing on the edge of the upper deck, Byron couldn't help shaking his head, "I'm a little bit looking forward to my name appearing in the school. What kind of scene is it in my textbook..."
"Don't worry, when the time comes, the history students will definitely see you scolding you again and again," the adjutant's voice came from the side, and the imperial soldier in navy uniform had a happy smile on his face, "because they have to You spent days in the wastes of Tarrond blowing sea breezes reciting it in full—and a whole host of historical events in which you took part elsewhere."
Byron turned his head and glanced at the guy who had followed him from the southern border to the present, and raised his eyebrows: "Stand at attention! Turn back!"
The adjutant subconsciously stood up straight and turned back, and Byron immediately kicked the guy's ass: "If you have the time to talk nonsense, don't hurry up and go to the landing handover!!"
The adjutant twisted his body, only letting Byron's toes rub against the edge of his uniform, and then shouted "Yes, sir", and ran down the deck jokingly, while Byron pouted indifferently, retracted his legs and looked up at The sky——The red armored dragon hovering at high altitude has gradually lowered its altitude, and the whistling sound of its giant wings cutting through the air entered the ears of the crew of the Cold Winter. After a series of deceleration and aiming, she It finally descended towards the upper deck of the battleship, and let out a low growl when it was tens of meters away from the ship, and its whole body was shrouded in a layer of changing brilliance.
Accompanied by a loud bang, the red-haired dragon-marked witch emerged from the brilliance and landed straight on the deck not far behind Byron, knelt down on one knee and slowly Standing up slowly, the heat generated by the aftermath of magic power diffused from her side, and Azarena's tall and slightly wild silhouette was outlined in the slightly distorted heat curtain.
Byron frowned and watched the scene not far away, and finally couldn't help muttering after Azalena got up: "Can you jump a little closer next time you land? Mi just jumped down..."
"Are you underestimating the physical fitness of the dragonborn?" Azalena waved her hands indifferently as she stepped out of the hot screen, "Even an extraordinary knight like you won't be injured at this height, let alone me, when I was young Just jump down from a higher place."
"No, I mean don't smash my deck," Byron looked worriedly at the place where Azalena landed just now, "Do you know how much it will cost to repair once a hole is made, and more Don't mention that I have to write a report when I go back..."
Azalena: "..."
"What do you mean by that look in your eyes?" Byron looked at Azalena, inexplicably feeling a trace of pressure from the other person's eyes, "I didn't ask you to spend this money--mainly because I didn't want to write a report to explain what happened on the deck. Why is there a footprint..."
"There is a reason why you haven't been married for so many years." The Dragon Seal Witch rolled her eyes slightly, waved her hands and walked towards the ladder on the edge of the deck, "It's not entirely because you are rough and don't shave. "
Byron was stunned for a moment, and saw that the red-haired dragonborn lady had passed him and walked to the edge of the deck. He finally came to his senses, and immediately walked over there, shouting dissatisfiedly: "You say I look rough, so I'll admit it." , After all, this is considered an advantage, but you are wrong when you comment on my beard, do you know how much energy I usually spend on grooming these beards... Hey, don't walk so fast, do you know how to go?"
"I can see it clearly from the sky, at least I can see the structure on the deck," Azalena stopped suddenly while talking, and turned her head to look at the middle-aged knight who almost hit her because the brakes were too late. "Instead of discussing this, let's talk about your next arrangement. Do you want to rest here for a while? Or go back to your home in the southern border?"
Byron stopped, and after thinking for a while, he said: "The transfer order from the superior has been issued, and the follow-up arrangements for Beigang and Bitter Winter have already been made. The captain on duty and the second lieutenant will take over the affairs here. I am going to return directly to the southern border."
Asha Lena looked at him: "How do you plan to go back? Take the magic train? Or the 'Cloud Base' transport plane?"
"Uh... it's still a train, it's pretty fast," Byron scratched his hair, "I'm not very interested in flying machines, and to be honest, it's not as comfortable as a spacious train... Why do you ask this? "
"Oh? Are you just 'not interested' in flying machines?" Azalena seemed not to have noticed Byron's last question, she just raised her eyebrows slightly, with a look of interest in her expression, "Then you Do you want to experience a mode of transportation that is more convenient than your existing trains and aircraft?"
Byron didn't realize it at first, and he was still thinking about what could be more convenient than the "Cloud Base" transport plane and the magic train, but soon he noticed the strange smile of the dragonborn lady in front of him and the changed With dark red vertical pupils, he reacted in a jerk and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I think it's still a more traditional way of transportation..."
"A cutting-edge thing like a magic train can't be considered traditional," Azalena slapped Byron on the shoulder, with the powerful power of the dragonborn, "Relax, 'Captain'—flying experience This kind of thing, the first time is raw, the second time is cooked..."
……
The wind in late autumn is already quite cold, especially in the wilderness of the northern region. This chilly wind blows across the unsheltered plains and the withered vegetation and branches, making it even more chilling. People are clearly aware that the luxuriant summer is long gone, and the bleak autumn and the coming winter are speeding up and approaching this world.
The northern border of the Typhon Empire and the Cecil Empire, the center of the traditional "buffer area" between the two countries, the majestic castle stands on a rocky highland, and the city wall that has not experienced much weather is still as it was just built a few years ago As neat and bright as it was then, the cold wind from the plains whipped up dust and fallen leaves, slapped on the gray-white outer wall of Fort Contracting, and rolled up the three kinds of flags flying above the castle, making them flutter in the wind .
Cecil, Typhon, Alliance, the three flags represent the role of this castle built in the name of "peace" at this moment, and under the flags are the huge engineering convoys, material convoys, and technology convoys that have gathered. personnel, logistics troops, and high-level technocrats from the two major human empires.
Windsor Maple stood on the wall of the main gate of the Fort of the Treaty. Her eyes looked at the open field outside the castle. On the land where the representatives of the two countries had walked through in the past, a large number of temporary camps had been erected. The engineering mages of Typhon and the mechanized construction teams from Cecil each showed the highest efficiency. They raised barracks and walls at a competitive speed, and built temporary hardened roads between various facilities. And farther away, you can see that there are two broad roads extending towards east and west respectively, one pointing to Changfeng Fortress and the other pointing to the distant Winter Wolf Castle.
The president of the Royal Mages Association looked back, and almost at the same time, a sound of footsteps appeared on the nearby city wall. She looked up and couldn't help showing a smile on her face.
The old magician in a black robe was walking towards this side slowly, his stooped old body was still steady in the wind, and a young black-haired female magician was following behind the old magician, as if Chicks who follow suit.
"Mentor," Windsor Mapel took the initiative to walk forward, just like at any time in the past, she never considered her current "chairman" status and status as a legendary powerhouse in front of her mentor, "You Why did you go up the city wall yourself?"
"I'm not a weak old man who needs to be well protected in a warm room," the old mage Daniel said lightly, "Your Majesty sent me here to work with you to ensure the progress of the project, not to let me drink in the room every day." Tea and newspapers."
"That's what you said," Windsor Mapel smiled. Although the tone of the instructor was still quite flat when talking to her, it was obvious that this kind of daily conversation was not as indifferent and confrontational as the teacher-student breakup. The condition has improved beyond 01:30, and she is quite satisfied with this progress, "His Majesty attaches great importance to this joint project, and having you here in person will make people feel more at ease."
Daniel waved his hand casually, then raised his head to look at the construction site outside the castle, and asked casually, "How's the progress?"
"All the planned engineering teams have entered the site, including Typhon and Cecil, 90.00% of the technical personnel are in place, the supply of materials is sufficient, the roads between the camp and the rear are smooth, basic communication facilities, living facilities, and storage facilities Everything has been built," Windsor nodded, and said in a good mood, "Next, Cecil will build a total of eight large-scale energy stations around the Fort of the Contract, using their most advanced stacked magic nets to ensure the door opening process In order to ensure the security and stability of the energy supply to the greatest extent, the connection between the energy station and the main facility will be carried out simultaneously through the wireless transmission of the magic energy obelisk and the physical transmission of the energy rail.
"As for us, the facilities outside the city are generally to provide remote monitoring, and our main project is inside the castle. According to the plan, we will set up the focusing device and restraint ring required to open the door in the main hall of the contracting castle. At the same time, we need A portion of the existing wall was removed to accommodate the oversized cooling and waste energy release – the engineering team also added some new support structures and walls to ensure the strength of the main building would not be compromised.
"Mages also need to perform super-large-scale enchanting work on the entire facility. Enchanting mainly includes three parts, one part is used to enhance the strength of the facility, which goes without saying; the second part is used to purify the elemental environment to reduce the environment The interference of the natural magic power on the 'pure arcane energy' is a request made by Cecil's technicians, which is very reasonable and we will fully cooperate; the third part is to set up 'mental protection runes' near the main hall ——You should have seen them in the data, it is said that they are the blessing power from the deep sea, a gift from the sea monster to the alliance, and His Majesty approves of them very much..."
Listening to Windsor's detailed and serious narration, Daniel couldn't help showing a smile on his face: "Yes, of course I have seen them. They are incredible things, and they are very effective in protecting against spiritual pollution from gods."
"Exactly. According to one of the plans, if there is a pollution backflow during the process of opening the door, then the rune system set up on the scene and the 'anti-divine barrier' brought by the Cecils will have an immediate effect. Suppressing and blocking the pollution can at least buy us time to evacuate the site and blow up the portal," Windsor nodded, "This entire enchanting project will be carried out simultaneously with the construction of the main device, and we expect to need to set up tens of thousands of Enchanting node..."
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