Sword of Dawn

According to the reactions of the three of Philip, the slate fragments may be real.

However, what they heard after touching the slate was completely different from what they heard!

And this "different" is not the first time.

The high-ranking priestess Sandy from last time was a fairly normal human being in the eyes of others, but in Gao Wen's eyes, it was a translucent image that glowed all over her body.

This time, the fragments of the Eternal Slate, after being touched by others, felt that they had heard the knowledge of the gods. However, in Gao Wen's mind, what echoed was the communication records of a group suspected of being the Zentraedi Star Fleet who overthrew the entire God Realm.

Gao Wen couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

Could it be that as long as "gods" are involved, my perception will be different from ordinary people?What I saw and heard...is it the truth, or an illusion?

Chapter 0136 Girl

Is there a problem with his own perception? This is indeed a situation that makes Gao Wen extremely irritated, but he still lacks more control groups and ways to explore, so this question can only be temporarily shelved, and compared to this temporarily shelved Question, he cares more about other things, things about the gods.

The fragments of the eternal slate are real, but are the things recorded in it also true?If those things are also true...Gao Wen has to pay attention to a fact that is rather horrifying after careful consideration:

The gods are dead.

The names of the gods are clearly mentioned in those messy and broken call records, and the content of the call itself can make people piece together a shocking war of hunting gods. According to the records, the gods in that war were almost in an overwhelming situation. The disadvantage is that it is not so much a war as it is that those gods are being wiped out one by one in a planned way, and the gods of all the major sects that Gao Wen knows are among them.

So, the gods are dead—so what exactly are tens of millions of mortal believers worshiping every day in this world today? !

What is it that answers the prayers of mortals, what is controlling the flow of divine power, what is bringing down all kinds of miracles, what is it - there are secret and indescribable whispers coming from the believers when they meditate, and what is it? By whispering down one after another "Oracle"? !

When those devout priests prayed sincerely, they would hear whispers from the God Realm deep in their hearts, and if the whispers were not from the gods at all, then their source would make people shudder.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Wen couldn't help thinking of the "White Star Fall Incident" that caused the Druid sect to split and degenerate into the Druid sect.

What happened 3000 years ago, even for the prosperous Gondor Empire, is already an "ancient event" beyond the accuracy of history. It is difficult for human beings with a short and changeable lifespan to record such ancient events clearly, but The main inheritors of the Druid sect are the elves, but the long-lived elves can clearly record such things that span thousands of years.

In the historical books of the elves, "The Fall of the White Star" was a "dark miracle" that only the Druids observed and perceived. For two, the dark starry sky descended to a height that seemed to be within reach, while the blazing stars shook violently in the starry sky and fell to the earth—but except for the druids, all ordinary people at that time did not see any Things fall to the ground.

Therefore, the fall of the white star is regarded as a huge collective hallucination. However, due to its huge scale and the fact that the event itself involves gods, scholars dare not use "illusion" to perfunctory the past and explain it instead. Because of a meteorite rain that occurred at a higher level and parallel to the current time and space, they believed that something fell from the world of gods and landed in the gap between the world of mortals and the world of gods. Naturally, it cannot be noticed, this is "White Star Falling".

But no matter what the truth of the fall of the white star is, the druid magic is invalid after that incident.

Gao Wen initially believed that the fall of the white star was the fall of the natural gods, but now the information in the fragments of the eternal stone made him doubt this: the history of the eternal stone is much longer than the fall of the white star!

These light golden metal plates first appeared in the first pioneering era, which was tens of thousands of years ago, and the real formation or birth time of the eternal stone plates can only be older than that, that is to say, in Before mortals established civilization on this land, the gods recorded in the Eternal Slate were already dead!

So what were the white stars that fell from the sky in the druids' collective hallucination 3000 years ago?The god of nature, which has been completely cold, got up again and died again?

……

While Gawain was contemplating the fragments of the Eternal Slate, in a forest far away from the Dark Mountains and Leslie's territory, large groups of vines suddenly emerged from the ground, entangled and swelled into a huge sac , a moment later the sac ruptured, and a staggering figure emerged from it.

This figure is wearing a black robe that has been tattered into strips, short brown hair messily stuck to the scalp, thin and pale, with gloomy eyes, his entire right arm has been blown off at the root, and the terrible wound is now being covered Covered in squirming flesh and blood, it is undergoing difficult regeneration.

This is exactly the cultist who managed to escape from Tanzan Town before.

Severe physical injuries, mental exhaustion, and the long escape distance all made this middle-aged man, who was originally considered a strong man, extremely weak. He walked unsteadily among the woods, and then Following his footsteps, the shrubs and weeds that passed by him withered and rotted one after another, as if their vitality was absorbed out of thin air and died in the blink of an eye.

After absorbing the vitality of these plants, the middle-aged man's face finally regained a little color. He stopped in front of a big stone and looked down at the symbol carved on the stone with a sharp tool: a group of withered and curly thorns.

Seeing the sign of the End of Everything, the middle-aged cultist took out a wooden whistle from his arms with his remaining left hand, but before he blew it, he heard the rustling of leaves around him, and a large number of fallen leaves Blown up by the strong wind, a hazy figure condensed on the boulder. After the fallen leaves dispersed, the figure gradually became clear: a tall woman with long dark green hair, fair skin and a pretty face, dressed like a priest's robe He was wearing ordinary clothes, but all the sacred religious symbols were erased from the robe, and at the hem of the robe, what was exposed was not human feet, but a group of terrifying "limbs" like tree roots.

"A disgraceful failure, Mr. Bard," the tall woman with long dark green hair spoke, her voice seemed to be mixed with the noise of cracking dead leaves, "It turns out that your self-confidence is blind."

"Gavin Cecil really succeeded in resurrecting, and he took action to sabotage my operation," the middle-aged cultist called "Bud" was respectful, but not timid and humble, he stood up straight and explained He said, "Ms. Bertila, his strength exceeds expectations, and I even suspect that he hasn't lost any combat experience!"

"If he is really as powerful as he was back then, you won't have time to breathe out a second breath after seeing him," the tall woman called Beltera said unceremoniously, but immediately changed the topic, "But he Being able to easily defeat you shows that he is indeed not as weak as I imagined at first..."

"How could this be?" Bard's voice was full of confusion. "Didn't it mean that his soul has been annihilated, and even if his body remains and is revived, he will become a cripple or even a living dead?"

"He has come into contact with those 'apocalyptic objects', and even directly communicated with a certain ancient spirit. No one knows what kind of knowledge and power he has gained in this process," Bertila said lightly, There seemed to be a trace of strange emotion in his eyes, which was mixed with fear and emotion, "So no one knows whether his current behavior is due to some ancient guidance... In short, things about him don't need to be You delve into it."

"I understand," Bud nodded, and finally lowered his head slightly, "Then what should we do next? Should we leave him alone?"

"Just leave it alone, including the fragment of the Eternal Slate," Bertila said indifferently, "The war between Typhon and Anzu is approaching, we have been preparing for this day for hundreds of years , can't cause trouble because of anything."

Bud nodded: "I understand."

Bertila nodded slightly, and then glanced at the squirming flesh and blood on Bard's right shoulder: "After your arm grows, go to Typhon, go to the Quicksand Coast to meet the local congregation, and go to the Son of the Storm together." Sea Territory. The Grand Priest arranged for you to help them as emissaries of the End of All Things Society."

"Son of the Storm? Those believers of the Storm God?" Bard frowned, "They rarely ask for help from the outside world..."

"They provoked the Kraken in the Eastern Sea." Beltira said lightly.

Bud's eyes flickered, he stopped talking, and just lowered his head slightly to express his acceptance of the order.

The strong wind blew up again, and the withered fallen leaves swirled around Bertila's figure. Her body gradually disintegrated into debris and dissipated in the whirlwind of fallen leaves, but before her upper body disintegrated, her sight fell on On the broken sword on Bud's waist, a slightly distorted voice came out of the whirlwind: "Bud Wendell, your obsession with the past will hinder your path to the truth, if you want to If you go one step further on the path of the withered priest, you'd better put down your sword..."

Bertila's voice and her figure disappeared together, leaving only the magical reaction that was gradually dissipating. Bud stood in front of the falling leaves, and after a long time he sneered, turned around and walked slowly into the depths of the forest.

The remnants of magic erased the mark of the end of all things on the boulder, and finally, there was no trace left here.

……

New Cecil Collar.

Gawain finally decided to temporarily seal up the fragments of the Eternal Slate and focus on the construction of the territory.

The secrets of the gods are indeed heart-stirring, and the truth of "God is dead" may be enough to shake the entire world. However, Gao Wen is still sober: this is not an area that he can touch and intervene now, and this important truth will not last for a while. There is no way to bring him any benefits.

The gods are dead, this truth is indeed shocking, but it can only shock the world, so what if you know this truth?In this era of this world, before there is enough power, even if you master the laws of the universe, it is nothing more than a madman. He can't find anyone to tell this secret, and even speaking out will cause unnecessary attention and hostility , so for the stable development of the territory, he might as well keep this matter in his heart.

After putting away the fragments of the slate, Gawain took out the rune logic materials he had copied from Jenny Perot, and prepared to continue his unfinished study and research.

But not long after he entered the state, the curtain of the tent was thrown open—Byron Knight rushed in with a particularly strange expression on his face.

There was tension and shock, but more of bewilderment and embarrassment.

By the way, this old fritter-shaped knight has quite a rich expression.

"Why are you in such a panic?" Gawain looked up at the middle-aged knight, "Has Amber been beaten by Rebecca? Or has Rebecca been beaten by Hetty?"

"Not at all!" Knight Byron was full of awkwardness and bewilderment, he rubbed his hands vigorously, "My lord, I...I'm afraid I won't be able to adopt that dumb child..."

"I can't adopt it?" Gawain stopped flipping through the materials, and looked at Byron steadfastly, "You can't talk nonsense, you are a knight, and I was the witness when you decided to adopt the child. "

"But...but that child..." Byron's expression became awkward, "She's a girl!"

"Aha?"

Chapter 0137 Peas

Hearing Byron's words, Gawain was finally stunned: "Girl?"

"That's right..." Knight Byron's face almost wrinkled into an abstract painting, "I only found out when I was giving her a bath, and I was shocked at the time!"

Gawain's eyebrows trembled twice, and he looked at the middle-aged knight with a strange expression: "Don't tell me what you think, the kid is probably not ten years old, okay?"

When Byron heard this, he quickly waved his hands: "Impossible, impossible. Although I am a mercenary, I am not so vulgar, but I don't think I can adopt her..."

Gao Wen found it interesting, so he was not in a hurry to continue researching his own information, but looked into Mr. Knight's eyes: "Why? Just because she is a woman, you think you can't adopt her as your heir? Can't see you Still a stodgy guy in that regard."

"Of course it's not because of this," Byron said with a bitter face, "she saved my life, and it's fine for me to pass on my martial arts and property to her, but I'm a big bastard...how can I raise a good one?" Girl? I thought it was a boy at first, but now I don’t know what to do..."

Gawain half smiled, but his gaze suddenly passed over Knight Byron's body and looked in the direction of the tent door.

A thin and small figure was standing there.

Byron also realized something, and looked back hesitantly, and sure enough, he saw the little mute who secretly followed him.

He...she has already taken a bath, combed her hair, and changed into a clean coarse cloth dress, but the scene of "a stray dirty child becomes a little princess after taking a bath and changing clothes" did not happen to this child .Although she can see that she is a girl now, she has not become much prettier than before: long-term malnutrition and labor beyond the body load make her look yellow and emaciated, her skin is rough, and her hair hangs like a clump of dry weeds. On the head, even after combing, her body was thin, and her face was sunken and sunken from lack of nutrition, and there was nothing lovely about it.

She ran over in a daze, as if she didn't realize that this place was not allowed to trespass until now, and now she stood at the door stupidly, and at the same time carefully put her hands and feet together, her face was full of nervousness and helplessness.

She should have heard the conversation between Gawain and Byron just now.

"Your daughter is here to look for you." Gawain glanced at Byron with a smile, and then waved to the dumb girl at the door, telling the child to come over.

"My lord..." Byron yelled a little helplessly, but then he saw the little mute walking towards him, and the expression on his face quickly turned into embarrassment and anxiety, "You...why did you follow me, didn't you say this? Is there no place to run around?"

"Byron," Gawain said, "I know you find it difficult, but you can't throw this child aside. Since you promised to adopt her at the beginning, then this promise should not be based on any follow-up. Conditions. Take good care of her."

"I..." Byron opened his mouth, but finally nodded, "Yes, I understand."

"You can ask someone to help you when you encounter difficulties. There are people in the territory who know how to take care of children. Don't let go of your cavalier airs—and I guess you don't have such airs." Gawain laughed. She helped you and helped me too, she owes a lot to my ability to solve the crisis in Tanzan Town, this child has brought good luck to our territory, we can't treat her badly."

Knight Byron nodded in agreement, while the little mute blinked and looked at Gawain and then at Byron. She could understand what these people were saying, but she didn't understand the profound content of knights and territories, so she seemed a little at a loss .

At this time Gao Wen suddenly asked, "Does she have a name?"

"Name?" Byron seemed to have just thought of this at this moment, "Oh, yes, I don't know her name yet... I was so anxious about it before."

"She should have a name, but it's a pity that she can't speak. I'm afraid none of us will know her name." Gawain glanced at the little mute, "Do you want us to give you a name?"

The dumb child immediately stretched out his hand to make gestures and strokes, but Gawain and Byron didn't understand her meaning at all. After a difficult communication failed, the little dumb boy suddenly yelled "Ugh" and ran out at a trot. tent.

Gawain and Byron looked at each other blankly, and then decided to wait and see, but after a long time, the child ran back out of breath.

She stretched out her hand in front of Gao Wen, with a few peas lying in her palm.

After reacting for a long time, Gao Wen finally guessed what the child meant: "You mean, your name is Pea?"

The dumb child nodded vigorously, and with one hand he grasped the waistband of the coarse cloth skirt a little harder, and with the other hand, he pushed the peas forward a little.

It was Byron who reacted this time: "You don't want a new name, but you want to continue to be called 'Pea'?"

The dumb boy nodded vigorously again.

"This name should be given by her parents. If it was given by the businessman who cut off her tongue, she would not pay so much attention to it," Gawain said speculatively. Think about hoping she can fill her stomach."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked "Pea"'s hair - the touch really felt like a mass of weeds.

"Although she can't speak, she can understand. You have to pay attention to your words and deeds in the future and set an example for your children." Gawain glanced at Byron with a smile, and remembered something at the same time, "By the way, The purchase of serfs and the handover of refugees in Tanzania Town are now being assisted by Viscount Andrew, and you don’t need to watch them personally. You can leave this matter to a few smart and capable subordinates. I have a new task for you. .”

Hearing that there was a new mission, Knight Byron immediately straightened up with a serious expression.

"Don't be so nervous, the mission location is within the territory—I want you to organize a group of people and go to the ruins in the Dark Mountains to investigate the situation."

Byron became curious: "Are you ready to fully explore there?"

"Viscount Andrew dug out the fragments of the Eternal Slate under the Tanzania Mine. I am becoming more and more worried about the ruins in our territory, so I have to speed up the progress." Gawain nodded, "You are a mercenary, yes You should have some experience in exploring this kind of ruins, find some cautious, careful and courageous players, bring the best equipment, first find out all the corridors and rooms on the shallow floor, and draw them on a map. I don't ask for speed, but for safety And meticulous—I don't want experienced fighters to die in that kind of place, and I don't want you to miss something important, understand?"

Byron straightened his body: "Yes, don't worry, I do have some experience in this area, and I won't let you down."

Knight Byron left, and Gawain walked out of the tent, looking at the territory that had been growing day by day.

Not long ago, it was just a "camp".

The Frost Moon is approaching, and the weather is getting colder day by day, but the New Cecil Territory is gradually getting on the right track. The first-generation magic engine (after adjustment and optimization by Nicholas Egg, from a prototype to a practical machine) is now officially Appearing in front of the citizens, this strange-looking but infinitely powerful machine that relies on magic power but can be controlled by ordinary people shocked many people's eyes. When they were first put into use, many serfs and civilians They even looked at those machines with fear-they seemed to think that there were countless invisible little devils living between the repulsion mechanism and the connecting rod bearings. As a result, it was difficult to recruit more operators, and later even forced means were used to ensure that each machine had enough manpower to operate it...

But this stupid and ridiculous situation lasted only a short time.

At the request of Gao Wen, the system of "preaching" and "education" is practiced in the territory. All new things—whether it is a new law or a new machine—must be repeatedly read and educated to the people. Gao Wen made up his mind The idea is to eliminate ignorance and ignorance in this land, so within a few days, people know that those machines are a brand-new magical device, and it can be manipulated by ordinary people not because there are demons in the machines that absorb ordinary people. The soul and flesh and blood, but the crystallization of wisdom and technology.

In his propaganda, Gao Wen deliberately emphasized the existence of "ordinary people" in the entire machine R&D team. In particular, he engraved the names of all the craftsmen who participated in the early R&D on the surface of the machine, and those craftsmen lived with everyone on weekdays. As a result, they received countless admiring and admiring glances, and what Gao Wen gained was the spirit of those serfs and commoners who were once numb and ignorant.

Now in the territory, ordinary people can already be seen walking around with smiles on their faces.

And under the surging power of the magic engine, the various basic productions of the territory are proceeding at an astonishing speed.

The mine is using the magic engine to pull the mine cart and pump out the seepage water. The supply of iron ore is becoming stable. Now the only thing that restricts the supply is the uneven road between the mine and the steel factory, and Gawain has already started to order the construction With the help of Hetty's magic, it was not difficult to level and build a simple road for this section of the road.

The production progress of the machinery manufacturing plant is astonishing. The golden thighs of the iron ball star man (although he has no legs) are stronger than Gao Wen expected. All kinds of simple lathes he can think of are being produced day and night. If it is not With the rune furnace powered by the magic net and sufficient ore supply in advance, I am afraid that the steel reserves of the entire territory cannot keep up with the consumption rate of Nicholas eggs.

The brick kiln factory has already used the simple molding machine from the machinery manufacturing plant, and the "cement" that Rebecca tossed has also achieved preliminary results. She has tossed out a cementing substance that meets the standard strength. There are still big problems, but Gao Wen can already consider letting the territory get rid of wooden houses and tents and enter the stage of "hard housing"...

At this stage of material construction being carried out smoothly, the biggest problem is the shortage of talents.

Labor is not a problem for the time being, because the area opened up by the territory is only that big for the time being, but there are not enough talents to maintain and continue to promote the continuous emergence of new machinery and new technologies.

Technological progress cannot be accomplished by a few people—although a few genius ideas may indeed produce things that can change the times, but to promote the application of these things and form a continuous industrial chain, it requires a lot of middle and low-level talents. end technicians.

There weren't many "geniuses" among those 100 people, and there weren't even many talents.

Not everyone who is deviant and rejected by the mainstream society is a genius. In many cases, they are rejected by the mainstream society only because of their low EQ—however, the lost EQ will not be turned into skill points and added to IQ.

Although Gao Wen had said at the beginning that "the territory welcomes deviant people", it was more for his own encouragement and encouragement. He knew that it was quite unrealistic to expect the capital to screen him a hundred times changers. And the fact is exactly the same: among those 100 people, apart from such a valuable talent as Jenny and a few good seedlings, the rest are basically mediocre people. They may be able to complete their jobs, but they cannot ask for more. many.

I don't know how many intellectuals Viscount Andrew can find for himself... Considering the overall education level of this era, we can't expect too much.

At this moment, a shout from not far away suddenly interrupted Gawain's thinking.

"Master Ancestor~! Master Ancestor~!" Rebecca yelled and ran towards this side, jumping up and down, waving her signature iron staff while running, and the other Waving a large roll of paper in his hand.

When Gao Wen saw the iron staff in the girl's hand, he trembled subconsciously—is this another test of the Sabbath staff from his ancestors?

But then he saw Jenny following Rebecca, and the rune teacher was holding more scrolls in her hands. Becca slow down.