Sword of Dawn

The two little guys whose scales hadn't fully grown and hardened smelled the food, and immediately dropped the eggshells they had been playing with for a long time, and rushed to the side of the wooden basin containing the fresh meat almost rolling and crawling, Gao Wen Surprised to see this group of cubs at the apex of the mortal race pounce on two pots of raw meat, and then even more surprised to see them pick up pieces of meat with swift movements and throw them directly into the air - the little dragon cubs raised their necks, bright red The flames spurted out from their throats, and the meat slices were quickly roasted to half-cooked at high temperature, and then fell into the mouths of the voracious young dragons.

Sometimes when encountering a relatively large piece of meat, it is difficult to cook it evenly in one breath, and they will even throw it into the sky a few more times, rolling and roasting the meat...

The feeding process of the baby dragon is obviously far more elaborate and complicated than Gao Wen imagined.

"This is really... an eye-opener," Gawain finally couldn't help muttering after staring at the side for a long time, "They actually knew that their meat would be cooked when they were born..."

"For humans who can't make fire by instinct, cooking food before eating is a complex and high-end way of eating, which is an important step in the history of civilization, but for dragons who are born with high-temperature flames, roasting food Cooking is just an instinctive action, even similar to a part of your human's "chewing" action," Enya's soft and slightly smiling voice came from the eggshell, explaining very patiently, "This is the process of biological evolution' 'Physical talent' makes the difference."

"...that's really quite reasonable." Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, muttered in a low voice, and at the same time felt a little emotional in his heart: a former god is here to popularize science with him, guiding him to use scientific thinking to explain what is behind extraordinary creatures. How does this matter feel weird...

"They should ask for more food after eating the meat, but don't continue to feed them. The next meal will be at least four hours later." While Gawain was muttering, Enya's voice sounded from the side again, "These foods are just right. The young dragons can't control their food intake in the first week of life. If they feed too much, they will stretch themselves. But you can feed more water, and that's okay."

"Won't you be hungry?" Melita said a little worriedly, "I heard that cubs are very easy to get hungry, can they really be full?"

"Don't worry, they won't be hungry—unless they are so hungry that they start trying to eat their own eggshells, you don't have to worry about their lack of nutrition," Enya explained with a smile, "By the way, the eggshells must be kept. At least keep them until the baby dragons are one year old. During this period, eggshells are their best toys and teething tools, and they are also props for them to sleep peacefully. They will choose relatively large eggshell fragments as pillows.

"However, the skin and scales of the young dragons are still very fragile. Be careful of the sharper eggshell fragments scratching them - polishing those eggshells that are not suitable for them is an important step in caring for the young dragons."

Gao Wen nodded repeatedly while listening: "Oh, don't worry, I'll arrange someone..."

"I'm talking about Melita," Enya interrupted without waiting for Gao Wen to finish speaking, her attention was on Melita, "the place for the whelps to polish their eggshells and settle down to sleep is for novices Responsibility of mother, in the more ancient times, this is a skill that dragons who incubate eggs in ancient methods must master - and after seeing the scene of adult individuals helping themselves to polish egg shells, young dragons will trust and rely on you more .

"Remember to save a few eggshells for Noretta to polish, otherwise the wyrmlings will deny their 'other mother'."

Melita nodded repeatedly while listening, and finally couldn't help feeling: "Is it so learned to take care of the baby dragon... I didn't know it before..."

Gao Wen also listened with emotion, feeling that he had gained countless useless knowledge in just a short while—but if he had to say it, if the knowledge of caring for baby dragons were placed on someone who was obsessed with research Among the scholars of dragon studies, it is also a priceless treasure. After all, they were able to develop this knowledge into seventeen or eight schools by relying on nonsense and mutual praise in the era when the dragon was hidden and independent. The knowledge he heard now But it was genuinely said from the mouth of Dragon God...

Among other things, this is at least more reliable than "Dragon Slaying Outline" and the like.

Some far-fetched thoughts flashed in Gao Wen's mind, and at the same time, Enya was slightly relieved after seeing that the young dragon was able to eat smoothly, and her attention was refocused on the things discussed before.

"According to the state of Mordir Wilde you described...he does exhibit some undead-like qualities."

Melita subconsciously said: "But the leader of Heragore has confirmed that Mordir is indeed a living person..."

Enya interrupted her with a faint smile: "The body is alive, but what about the soul?"

Melita fell silent instantly, and opened her eyes slightly together with Gao Wen.

"The soul has no difference between life and death, but it will enter the stage of life and death. For mortal races, it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye-but it is not completely impossible to distinguish. Heragor probably didn't look seriously enough "Enya said slowly, "Mortil Wilder is probably indeed a living person, but that doesn't mean he hasn't 'died once', or 'half died'..."

Melita was stunned for a long time before she finally took a breath and said in a low voice: "Speaker Andal did say that they guessed that Mordir Wilde was falling into a 'state of neither life nor death'..."

"You need to send someone to confirm it yourself, at least confirm his identity first," Enya said, her "eyes" seemed to have fallen on Gao Wen, "It is impossible for me to return to Tarrond now, and it is inconvenient for me to communicate with other dragons." Contact, this matter still needs to be done by you.”

Chapter 1205 Skimming Over the Wasteland

After eating and drinking enough, the two young dragons ran wildly around the hatching room for several times before finally exhausting their excessive energy. On this autumn afternoon, a pair of the first batch of dragons in a million years were born in the tower. Sisters born in lands beyond Errond slept clustered together in makeshift "nests," necks draped and tails entwined, little claws clutching blankets depicted with finely divided orchids.

A few pieces of eggshells were pressed under the wings and tails-this is the "pillow" they chose for themselves.Obviously, there is not much difference in sleep between dragon cubs and human cubs, and their sleeping postures are equally unrestrained.

Melita guarded carefully beside the two whelping dragons, reaching out to sort out the messy bedding and blankets made by the little ones-these fabrics used by humans are of course not specially prepared for dragons, but obviously the whelping whelps I don't care about this, as long as these soft and warm things can be piled up into a comfortable nest, the newborn cubs can sleep peacefully in it.

"Have you thought about how to settle these two little guys?" Gao Wen couldn't help asking, watching Melita's slightly unfamiliar movements, "Do you want them to stay here?"

"I want to bring them back to the embassy and stay with Noretta and me," Melita thought for a while, then shook her head slightly and said, "Since we have claimed this dragon egg, Noretta and I should take responsibility for it." Responsibility, I'm sorry to put eggs with you during the incubation period - and they also need to learn how to grow up as a 'dragon' by the side of the real dragon, otherwise..."

Miss Lanlong paused at this point, looked at Gao Wen with a strange expression and laughed: "Otherwise, I always feel that they will grow up strangely if they stay with you..."

When Gawain heard this, he immediately felt the need to say a few words, but before he could speak, the images of Tyre scrambling in the corridor and Rebecca being chased and beaten by Hetty appeared in his mind. Amber, who came in by picking the door, and Betty, who was watering Enya... the language that wanted to justify suddenly turned into a long sigh in the bronchi, and he could only cover his forehead and turn his face: "...you are right , The environment here seems to be really not suitable for the growth of juvenile dragons..."

There are too many weird guys around me. God knows how many weird things they will learn from two young dragons who have no worldview living in such an environment. After thinking about it, it would be safer to let them go back with Melita ...But then again, Gao Wen was also quite curious about how these abnormal guys around him got together, and why he looked back and felt like he had collected a bunch of Buffs...

Melita held back a smile and watched Gao Wen's expression change, and finally coughed twice to break the embarrassment: "The embassy area is not far from here, the two little guys can still come and play often—— I think they will also be nostalgic for the atmosphere of this hatchery, and... and Ms. Enya here."

There was a soft smile from the golden giant egg that had been silent for a long time, and Enya seemed to be in a very happy mood: "If you want to take them back, then wait until they wake up, the young dragons have stronger abilities than the cubs of other creatures." Thinking and comprehension skills, which means that sudden changes in the environment will bring them more definite tension and confusion, so instead of changing the environment while they are sleeping, they should be aware that their mother took them from a Safe place to another safe place...

"Also, remember to bring their eggshells and these bedding blankets now, it will give them some sense of security.

"When you arrive at the new home, remember to accompany them more. If possible, let the other dragons in the embassy say hello to the wyrms, so that the wyrms realize that they live in a 'clan'. But don't see too many at once. Unfamiliar faces, they will be confused, and may even make it difficult to distinguish the mother's breath..."

Enya patiently taught the young Melita one by one, and the latter nodded seriously while listening. Gao Wen quietly watched this scene, and a series of déjà vu emerged in his heart—— It wasn't until the teaching process came to an end that he couldn't help looking at Enya: "Didn't you say before that you have no experience in actually taking care of baby dragons... Why do you feel that you have a lot of knowledge in this area now?"

"I have no actual experience in hatching eggs—and it is impossible to have experience in this area," Enya replied nonchalantly, "but I didn't say that my theoretical knowledge is not enough—I remember the time when the ancient method hatched eggs Many things!"

Gao Wen could hear a lot of pride and pride in the tone of the former dragon god, but he always felt that the other party was not telling the truth. After all, even if she retained some memories of the "gods" from the ancient times, those who were from the perspective of the gods The "theoretical knowledge" obtained from observing the mortal world is not so detailed and thorough... Perhaps the former dragon god asked someone to make up his lessons when there was no one around?

However, he would not say such things in person. Considering that it was not a big deal, he just smiled slightly, and then refocused his eyes on the two young dragons who were embracing and sleeping peacefully. He saw the two little guys Arched in the quilt, and changed to a new posture, a question suddenly appeared in his mind: "By the way, Melita, have you decided what to name them?"

Melita was a little embarrassed when she heard this expression, and shook her head after thinking for a while: "I discussed it with Noretta before, but at that time we didn't expect that the eggs we got back were double yolks-now we have to name them. The whelping dragon has changed from one to two, I plan to talk to Noretta after I go back, and discard the previously selected names..."

Gao Wen snorted, and then saw two baby dragons arching wildly in their sleep again. One of the little ones arched its neck near his eggshell pillow for a long time, and then suddenly opened its mouth and slapped cutely. The full belch - a wisp of blue smoke slowly rises from the corner of his mouth.

Gao Wen was still smiling a moment ago, but when he saw the wisp of green smoke, his expression changed, and he turned to look at Melita: "I think we should first enchant the flammable objects around these two little guys with flames before discussing anything else." Protect……"

……

In the study room of the Cecil Palace, Veronica, holding a platinum scepter, stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the main entrance of the courtyard for a long time, seemingly lost in thought, until the sound of opening the door came from behind, The "Saint Princess" turned around and saw Gao Wen's figure walking into the room.

"Your Majesty," Veronica smiled slightly and nodded slightly, "Good day."

"It's already evening," Gawain glanced at the sky outside, and saw the gradually sinking sun hanging above the buildings at the end of the city, and the glorious crown of the giant sun reflected a slightly distorted curtain of light in the clouds, " Sorry, I took a while longer at the hatch."

"It's okay, and I didn't wait long," Veronica said with a smile, and then asked curiously, "Did the dragon ambassador bring the two baby dragons back?"

"Yes, the young dragons should still live with their 'mothers'—and there are many of their kindred in the embassy," Gao Wen nodded, and said casually, "Enya seems a bit reluctant..."

"Human nature..." Veronica whispered thoughtfully, then shook her head, "I never thought that one day there would be descendants of giant dragons hatching in the human kingdom, and there would be dragon envoys stationed in the city." , races from all over the world gathered in one place, including visitors from the deep sea... This used to be a scene that only appeared in some fantasy-themed poems and dramas in the Gondor era, but now it has come true."

"Is this what you were thinking while standing at the window just now?" Gao Wen asked with some surprise, "I thought you wouldn't be emotional about such things..."

"I have survived for many years, so I need to maintain my own personality parameters. Losing the perception and understanding of world changes is a very dangerous signal. It is a sign that the soul is about to die—but I guess you called me today I didn't come here to discuss these things," Veronica said with a smile, "Miss Betty said that you have something important to discuss, but she seems to be very busy and didn't elaborate on what she has to do."

"...Then she probably forgot," Gao Wen shrugged, and then his expression became serious, "Your body... is still underground in the ancient capital of Gondor, right? Deep in the remaining structure of the Deep Blue Well place?"

The smiling expression on Veronica's face did not change at all, but the angle of the platinum scepter in her hand changed slightly, showing that she was a little surprised by Gawain's question: "Why do you suddenly want to ask this? Of course, my 'body 'Indeed it's underground in the Deep Blue Well, I told you about it before..."

"Then can you monitor the flow of magic power in the depths of the Deep Blue Well?" Gawain asked seriously, "I mean... those structures behind the source of magic power, those that can penetrate the entire planet..."

"You mean the Deep Blue Webway." The expression on Veronica's face finally changed slightly, and her tone became serious, "What happened?"

"... Enya found some bad omens," Gao Wen told the "princess of the old country" in front of him without much hesitation about the news he had received from the hatchery, "the newborn baby dragon has been infected by the pure demon." There are no signs of erosion. Considering the special magic affinity of the dragon race, she suspects that this is a sign that the magic power in the dark blue webway is "rising". Similar things happened 200 million years ago, and the magic power system throughout the entire planet Sudden changes, which have led to prolonged periods of extreme weather."

"The magic power in the webway has risen?!" Veronica's eyes widened a little. The "Rebel Chief" who always maintained a calm smile finally couldn't control his surprised expression-this was obviously beyond her Past experience and knowledge of the Deep Blue Well.

"It does sound unbelievable—after all, it is part of a huge system that runs through the planet under our feet. It is as old and stable as the earth, and it has only changed once in 200 years—the frequency is even higher than that of magic tides and divine disasters. Still low," Gao Wen shook his head, "but Enya's warning has to be heeded, so I wonder if you can provide some help."

"... Over the past few hundred years, more than half of my energy has been devoted to the study of the source of magic power, including monitoring the depths of the source of magic power," Veronica immediately replied, "I didn't find What anomalies, at least in the few 'pulses' that I can monitor so far, the magic power is flowing as always."

Gao Wen frowned: "Can you expand the scope of your monitoring? If this is really a sign of some kind of large-scale change, then we may need more data to confirm the situation..."

"Unfortunately, I'm powerless," Veronica shook her head and interrupted Gawain, "It's the wasteland of Gondor—I only have limited resources and energy there, and I have to devote a lot of energy to deal with the refuge With the harsh environment constantly eroding around the institute, it is quite difficult to maintain the status quo, and there is no spare energy to monitor more magic pulses."

"...I understand, I'm sorry, my request is a little too high." Hearing Veronica's reply, Gawain immediately realized the unrealism of his thoughts, and then he frowned slightly, and involuntarily looked at the He threw it at the "Map of the Known World" hanging on the nearby wall.

His sight slowly swept across the map, crossing the imperial capital, crossing the dark mountains, crossing the vast black forest and the polluted belt plain, and finally landed on the gray area with almost no details due to insufficient information. in the wasteland area.

Veronica noticed Gawain's gaze, and she followed suit, her eyes falling on the center of the wasteland.

That is the only "detail" area in the wasteland, the only "known" area. The huge Gondor explosion crater lies like an ugly scar in a gray pollution area. The center of the explosion crater This is where she really lives now.

This body named "Veronica" is just an interactive platform for walking outside the magnificent wall. Compared with the slight information felt by this body, she can feel the roar of the old imperial capital. The cold wind, the polluted air, the poisoned earth, and the pure magic energy flowing in the deep blue well like "the blood of the world".

"...I can persist in the wasteland for a long time, but this world probably won't give you much time." She looked at Gao Wen and said softly, "I and my Iron Man Corps are waiting for you support."

……

In the southeast of the Dark Mountains, in the extended area at the end of the Black Forest, the wings of the giant eagle pierced the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the clouds at dusk, casting brilliant golden brilliance on these huge and heroic creatures, and also let the The earth below reveals more layered shadows and lines in the oblique light.

Dozens of giant eagles lined up, and those with royal marks made up the majority of them.

Azmore, the ancient druid leader with the oldest qualifications in the elf society, sits on the back of one of the giant eagles, and there are "royal eagle cavalry" on the front, back, left, and right sides performing escort missions. These "guards" fly behind him. Nearby, even across the distance in the air, the old druid seemed to be able to feel the tense aura between them-these guards were so nervously paying attention to this aging old man, even more than paying attention to him. Queen of the ranks.

But Azmaul just smiled, and then refocused on the ground that was slowly receding under the giant eagle's wings.

Using some exquisite magic props, he cast an ancient secret technique, synchronizing his field of vision with the eyes of the giant eagle. In that extra field of vision, he saw the vast and stretching black forest, the polluted and alienated wasteland, and the towering darkness mountains, and...

A few man-made lights stretch between the Black Forest and the Pollution.

Chapter 1206 The Road to Counterattack the Wasteland

The giant eagle flew across the sky at the edge of the wasteland, and had a panoramic view of everything that happened on the land. In Azmaul's eyes, everything that happened on these polluted lands seemed to be similar to what he remembered—the majestic wall still blocked Facing the destructive border, polluted land and mutated forest crawled on the territory of the ancient empire like the scars of this world. The brilliance emitted by the energy barrier reflected in the clouds in the distance, like a light-cast city wall penetrating the sky and the earth, and Civilization... Civilization is on the other side of the mountains.

But when he concentrated more on perceiving the gaze of the giant eagle, things that had never appeared in his memory came into his eyes.

He saw a "line" composed of sporadic lights passing through the black forest and the banded plain on the edge of the magnificent wall. The starting point of that line was at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, where there were more lights, and a large area was artificially leveled Out came the land, and a fortress hidden among rocks and woods, and the end of the line stretched almost to the foot of the magnificent wall-and gave the feeling that it was still stretching forward, still advancing tenaciously.

That's a road, a road that's going through the tainted area, into the wastes of Gondor, and it's under construction.

Azmore was a little surprised. He subconsciously controlled the giant eagle to elevate his height a bit, and tried to cast his sight further away——his sudden action made the surrounding "escorting" royal eagle cavalry tense up. Several giant eagles The eagle raised its height one after another, and uttered a sharp and loud cry. The knights on the eagle's back also tightened their grip on the reins, and the golden pointed helmets on their heads shone tremblingly in the setting sun.

"Don't be so nervous, young people," Azmore couldn't help laughing, and said softly, "I'm just an old man dying."

"Please don't make such a sudden move at high altitude, Master Azmore," the Eagle Cavalry Captain's voice came from the magic item pinned to his clothes, it was a young boy, "We are thinking about your safety. "

Azmael just smiled, and didn't argue with the young warrior about anything - when he traveled the continent on a giant eagle for the first time, the former Queen of Morning Star was even a child, and he had gone through the storm , crossed the mountains, passed the vast battlefield between the human ancestors and the dark subspecies, and also became the honored guest of humans and beasts, spreading the gospel of the God of Nature in the palaces. More danger and trials than all the Eagle Riders here combined.

They were just worried about the overstepping behavior of a "dangerous element" like themselves.

Of course, the cavalry did worry about his safety—more than ever, at least until they reached their destination, and no one in the team wanted anything wrong with him.Although in the past 3000 years, the Morning Star family and the "orthodox sect" they represent have been looking forward to his death every day, but from the day of this journey, what they hope most is "Grand Druid Az More" can live to the end.

Azmore shook his head, and slightly lowered his body on the back of the giant eagle. The psychic creature sensed his thoughts, and with a loud cry, a wider land appeared in Azmore's mind , he inspected the field of vision far beyond the limits of the vision of humans and elves, his eyes extended to the east side of the dark mountain range, along the edge of the majestic wall—finally, he saw more lights.

That was another road passing through the polluted area of ​​the Black Forest. It was at the end of the giant eagle's line of sight and was almost completely blocked by trees. If it wasn't for the dimming of the sky at dusk, Azmael might not have been able to spot those who came from The gleam of rising treetops.

The old ancient druid finally couldn't help taking a breath, and said softly: "Have Anzu and Typhon finally started to counterattack the wasteland..."

"Master, Anzu is already history," another young female voice sounded from the communication tool, "Now the human empire Cecil is ruling the north - the founder is the resurrected pioneer Gawain Cecil the Great."

"Ah, the Cecil Empire... I know, I just forgot," Azmore said lightly, with a smile on his lips, "A pioneer who came back from the dead... the name Gawain Cecil I've heard of it, and I've heard of his deeds, but—Belsetia, do you really think that a human being can come back to life after resting for 700 years?"

Queen Belsetia's voice came from the communication tool, as gentle as the wind of nature but undeniable: "Yes, I think it is possible - Master Azmaul, look at the road below you that extends towards the wasteland. way, don't you think so?"

Azmael didn't make a sound, just watched silently the man-made lights that stubbornly reflected a road in the Black Forest, as if he was watching the pioneers 700 years ago, the Gondorians 1000 years ago, and even 3000 years ago and beyond The human ancestors and elf preachers in the ancient years, after a long silence, he broke the silence softly: "...he can also be resurrected from the dead..."

"...That's very good," Belsetia said with a smile, "Master Azmore, please sit still, we will lower the altitude after we pass the Dark Mountains."

……

With the arrival of dusk, the patrols and surveying and mapping teams that were active outside the advancing base began to return to the safe area one after another. As the last armed surveying and mapping vehicle drove into the base, the gate reinforced by the fine steel frame was closed. The soldiers patrolling the fence and the searchlights slowly turning on the top of several sentry towers are still vigilantly watching the dark and gloomy dirty plain in the distance, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

The great architect Bruce Panshi climbed up the fence outside the camp from the iron escalator. The thickened steel plate and fine steel frame creaked under his feet. There seemed to be a never-ending wind on the ribbon plain. Wrapped with a decayed atmosphere from afar, it whizzed through the gaps between the walls, and occasionally made a creepy sharp whistle—however, these sounds have long been familiar to the soldiers who have been stationed at various forward bases for a long time. Potluck.

Bruce Panshi crossed a short connecting wall. There are many protruding arc structures on the outside of the front wall. Inside the armor plate of the arc structure, the most cutting-edge Justice-II orbital accelerator and the Imperial -Type II arcane torrent generators, these "big babies" with shiny muzzles and solid and reliable focusing structures can always bring extra sense of security to people living on the edge of the wasteland - in such a ooze monster A similar sense of security is indeed very important in a place where you don't even want to stay.

The great architect came to a sentry post set up on the fence, and the two sentries standing guard in the steel protective shed saluted him while paying attention to the situation in the polluted area outside: "Hello, great architect!"

Bruce nodded to the sentinel, and asked curiously, "How long have you been staying here?"

"We just changed the guard," one of the sentries replied, without taking his eyes off the wall while speaking, "less than half an hour..."

Bruce quickly waved his hand: "No, I mean how long have you been stationed in this base?"

Another sentry thought for a while, then laughed, his teeth looked extraordinarily white against his dark complexion: "It's been almost a year—we are the second batch sent to this base. Our captain Two years more than us."

Bruce nodded, and looked inside the wall—the dusty barracks, the garage for storing chariots, the energy station for maintaining the operation of the base, the water purification facilities, and the magic obelisk in the center of the base were reflected in his vision one after another. line of sight.

80.00% of these facilities were designed by him in those years.

This forward base was first built for the restoration of the Great Wall, and after that great project ended, all the forward bases have been preserved like this one, and they have been in operation until today, and some of the base's soldiers have been carried out There have been rotations, but a handful of veterans and commanders have extended their stays and serve today in a land that lies beyond the boundaries of civilization.

Due to the existence of the supply line in the Black Forest, coupled with the logistical support provided by the Rebel Fortress running through the Dark Mountains and the South Gate Fortress, the logistical situation of these forward bases deep in the polluted area is not too bad. The challenges to face are the harsh environment near the Great Wall, as well as the mutated monsters and hungry crazy beasts that often wander in the polluted area-sometimes, they even have to deal with those who suddenly pop up near the base of the energy barrier of deformities.

Although the aberrations wandering outside the wall have been very rare since the restoration project of the Great Wall ended, due to the power limitation of the Sentinel Tower itself and the special "generation mechanism" of the aberrations, this kind of monsters wandering around the border of the wall have always been They have not been cut off. According to the information Bruce has, the most front-end bases will fight the aberrations almost every month. Fortunately, in the face of modern weapons and shields, those small-scale wandering monsters will not break through the soldiers in front. line of defense.

"The Great Architect," the voice of one of the sentries suddenly came from the side, interrupting Bruce from his contemplation. The young soldier showed a somewhat curious look on his face, "The railway you mentioned... probably what? When will it be repaired here?"

Bruce was taken aback for a moment, and after a while, he showed a broad smile, stretched out his hand and patted the young soldier's arm: "Military secret, young man."

"Ah...sorry!" The soldier suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, and immediately stood up straight and said with a serious face, "I am..."

"Don't be nervous, I know that many soldiers are paying attention to this news," Bruce said with a smile, "that's why I personally took the engineers to inspect each forward base along this road-full preparation is The first condition to ensure that the follow-up project can be carried out smoothly. Don't worry, this project is a major event that His Majesty is personally concerned about, and its progress will not be slow."

The sentinel relaxed, with a look of anticipation on his face: "When the railway is repaired, our war fortress will advance - can we really counterattack the wasteland by then?"

"Of course, if it wasn't for counterattacking the wasteland, why would His Majesty invest so much power here?" Bruce said with certainty, and just when he was about to say something more, a faint cry suddenly penetrated The high-altitude clouds, passing through a long distance, rang in his ears - the great architect with a keen sense of hearing due to dwarf blood subconsciously followed the reputation, and in the already dim sky at dusk, he saw something Some neatly arranged faint black dots seem to be passing through the sky, flying towards the direction of the dark mountains.

After careful identification, the great architect frowned curiously: "Looks like a giant eagle of the elves?"

"Is that the giant eagle of the elves?" The two sentinels finally noticed the movement in the sky. They poked their heads out, and after confirming it with the eagle-eye detection mirror, one of them muttered in surprise. , "They actually flew close to the border of the wasteland... how brave they are."

"They built the grand wall, and they know exactly where the edge of the safe zone is." Bruce was not surprised, he was just a little curious about the appearance of those elves, "but a giant eagle team of this size... look It looks like it's not young. Nine times out of ten, it's His Majesty's distinguished guest again."