Sword of Dawn

After a while, the Noi people's response turned into a clear and sharp line of letters on the printing paper tape: "We have agreed with each other."

As night fell, in the far east of the Holy Spirit Plain, the Sorin giant tree stood like a mountain between the sky and the earth. The cold starlight shone on this miraculous plant that covered the entire Sorin area. On the top of the Sorin giant tree, a huge The antenna array was running slowly, and the night wind blew through the supporting frame of the antenna group, and the whimpering sound spread far, far under the night.

The communication between Loren and Noy is based on the super-light-speed antenna array, and the only super-light-speed antenna array on this planet is actually the Kraken colony ship Antavien deep in the ocean, but Even so, the Thorin command center is still an indispensable part of the establishment of communication between the two planets-here is the headquarters of the Starbreaker and Listening Project, the powerful computing center and synthetic brain array in the Thorin area and the Starbreaker, Starbreaker, The listeners are responsible for the translation and transcoding tasks of the interstellar communication. At the same time, although the antenna array installed on the top of the Sorin giant tree does not have the ability to send signals faster than the speed of light, its super receiving ability in the atmosphere can also provide Anta The Venn's FTL communications array lightened the load considerably.

In the depths of the giant tree, in a large chamber supported by flower vines and wooden walls, Bertila was quietly sitting on a seat made of flowers and vines, closing his eyes and resting his mind, but that closed eyes resting was just an illusion. Her thoughts are still surging endlessly in this plant of unprecedented scale, and the information from every nerve ending is gathered in one place, becoming a strand of her huge consciousness that can no longer be counted as human beings tributary.

At this moment, she could clearly see that the engineering base in the northern part of the Tarash Plain was busy under the night, and the "workers' town" next to the base was also brightly lit, and the colorful flags and wheat ears celebrating the recovery festival were hung in the town , hot meals have been prepared in the cafeteria, waiting for the craftsmen who change the guard at night to come back to enjoy it—even in such a remote and desolate place, the taste of hometown and the festive atmosphere that symbolizes cultural inheritance will never be cut off.

She could also feel that the roots of the giant tree of Sorin slowly squirmed and grew deep in the ground, and shelters and caves had been formed between the root network, and the underground passages supported by wooden structures were busy with vehicles and horses, transporting troops Immersion chamber components, living supplies and building materials are being sent to these "disaster backup areas", and countless nerve bundles are extending from the caves and the body of the Sorin giant tree, leading to the parent star barrier of the Tarash Plain The command center, as well as the antenna arrays set up in various places in the empire——one day in the future, these antenna arrays will be used to transmit data to the Voyager Tower in the southwest sea area to maintain the operation of the mother star barrier.

She could also see lights and festoons under the majestic canopy of the giant Thorin tree, and the small town that was once a temporary garrison of the construction corps had now developed into a prosperous city, and the residents in the town were celebrating this symbol of the warmth of spring and the blossoming of flowers. A few days ago, a theater troupe from Panshi City entered the city tonight—in this era when phantom dramas were popular all over the world, traditional theater troupes were still surviving tenaciously, and their stage was the brightest light under Bertila's feet.

But above such a prosperous and lively worldly landscape, at the top of the canopy of the giant tree of Sorin, only the cool night wind blows through those cold steel and crystal arrays. Bertila turned his attention to the antenna group, and felt the mortal world. The prosperity seemed to be far away from her for a moment. She listened to the voice from the distant stars, and the conversation between another civilization and the Loren Alliance. The completely different temperature of the night made Bertila feel a little dazed for a while.

After the speakers of the two civilizations said goodbye to each other, the official communication between Loren and Noy ended.

"Confirm the receipt of the message end sign from Nuoyi, and the corresponding response has been sent."

"The teams perform work handovers, and the Synthetic Brain Servo Array goes into standby mode."

"Data sorting and archiving..."

Beltira "heard" the voice in the command hall from her nervous system, and the dispatcher began to do some finishing work after the communication, and her consciousness also "sinked" into the depths of the tree canopy. Seconds, another avatar of hers was activated in the command hall. After opening her eyes, this avatar saw that the work handover and personnel departure process was being carried out in an orderly manner in the brightly lit hall——in Loren Today, with the normalization of communication with Nuoyi, the entire "interstellar communication" system will not be completely shut down. Even if the communication ends, there will be 24-hour on-duty personnel in each link to deal with the occasional communication between the two civilizations. Small-scale communication tasks, and here is of course no exception.

The staff kept greeting this incarnation of Bertila and left the hall, and the huge chamber gradually became quiet, until finally only a few personnel who needed to be on night shift remained at various posts, Bertila started from these Walked past the workstations, but stopped suddenly.

She lowered her head, looked at a middle-aged man who was still sitting there, and asked curiously, "Mr. Bard, are you on night shift again today?"

"Sean and I switched shifts. His daughter's birthday is today and it's Easter Day, so I let him go home first." Bud stopped organizing the files, raised his head and smiled, "It just so happens that I can Take a break."

"...You are not the only person on duty tonight," Bertila watched Bud quietly, "won't you go to the town celebration in the second half of the night?"

Bud thought for a while, then smiled and shook his head: "No, it's not interesting to attend the celebration alone, and I don't like the character of that kind of lively occasion, so I might as well hide here and relax."

Bertila hummed noncommittally, and then she seemed to feel something suddenly, and her tone was a bit puzzled: "Huh?"

Bud was puzzled for a while: "What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

"No...it's not you," Bertila shook his head, and looked at a nearby magic net terminal displaying the system status with some confusion, "It seems that the communication signal from Nuoyi has not been cut off, and it is still maintained. Wait for silence."

"Did they forget to turn off the phone?" Bud raised his eyebrows, "They are also mortals, and it's normal for them to make mistakes—do you want to remind them?"

Bertila looked at the magic net terminal thoughtfully, and after thinking for a long time, he reached out to activate the equipment on Bard's station, and sent an inquiry to the planet Noi, which was still in standby and silent: "There are still What's the matter?"

Only a moment after the message was sent, the antenna array received a response from the other side, and a line of letters appeared in the holographic projection of the magic net terminal: "Ah, sorry, I... am a little distracted."

Unusual, Bertila's expressionless blank face couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Chapter 1575 "Them"

Compared with the always formulaic and formalized official speech style on the Loren Continent, the interstellar communications from the Noi people always give people a sense of humanity, and as the exchanges between the two civilizations become more frequent and the translation work The smoother it gets, the more obvious this feeling becomes, so much so that Bertila often doubts whether the Nuoyi people do not have the ability to "conceal emotions" at all, suspecting that they are a person who will directly put the emotions in their thinking A group that speaks everything.

But to be honest, this is the first time that a situation like today has happened even to the Nuoyi people.

She looked at the words that appeared on the communication device with some astonishment, imagining what kind of alien was in a hurry opposite the words. It was hard for her to imagine that this kind of mistake would appear on an "interstellar spokesperson". She even didn't know how to respond, but when she was thinking about how to give the other party a reply, the magic network terminal suddenly buzzed again, and the communication system received a message from several light-years away again——

With the assistance of the servo brain, the starbreakers who remained on duty quickly completed the translation work, and a line of letters clearly appeared on the projection of the magic net terminal: "Can you chat with me?"

Bertila and Bard were stunned at the same time. This was a situation that no negotiator or naturalist had ever considered, but in the next second, another Magic Net terminal next to Bard's station was suddenly connected automatically. , Gawain's figure appeared in front of them: "Respond to this request - this is the first time that a Noi has sent us a message as an 'individual', which may help us understand this distant ethnic group. Bell Tyra, you lead this conversation."

"Yes," Bertila nodded immediately, and then sat down on the workstation next to Bud, pretending to operate the magic net terminal on the surface, but actually directly connected more than a dozen nerve fiber bundles in the giant tree of Sorin to the On the equipment in the command hall, her thoughts were turned into words, quickly encoded and sent to the other side of the starry sky, "Of course, I am happy."

After a while, the antenna array received a message from afar: "Thank you - I hope you don't mind the trouble I caused you, I'm just... a little uneasy. By the way, are you the one we've been talking to?"

Bertila immediately raised his head and glanced at Gao Wen on the communication screen next to him, then retracted his eyes and entered his own words in the system: "No, the leader has already gone to rest, I am the technical officer in charge of managing the communication array, you can Call me 'Miss Belterra', or simply 'Beltera'. You wish to speak to our leader?"

"No, no, don't bother him," Xinghai replied quickly, "I just want someone to chat with, it's good if you are willing to respond to me. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, you can call me' Nova', that was my name before I became a 'witch'."

"Witch?" Bertila was a little curious, "Is this your profession? Or is it a job title? In Loren, this word refers to a certain kind of woman who possesses magic power..."

"The Witch is my position, the person responsible for controlling this ancient Voyager communication satellite," the Noi who called herself "Nova" explained, she seemed a little proud, "In our society, there is only one Witch at the same time. , it is a very honorable job.”

Bertila checked the machine next to it that automatically records the communication data, and then glanced at several workstations in the hall. She saw that the staff on duty staying here were concentrating on the equipment in front of them, while the communication screen on the other side Gao Wen in the middle seemed to be thinking about something, so she looked away and continued the conversation: "It sounds similar to my job, and I am also in charge of managing communication equipment, but our equipment is not the legacy left by the sailors." , I am not the only technical officer in charge of each link. You are the only 'witch' who is in charge of controlling the communication device? But now the two planets maintain 24-hour uninterrupted signal transmission... Don't you need to rest?"

"The Witch doesn't rest," Nova quickly replied, "The machine that came here with me will take care of me, and the Witch won't get tired until the service period expires."

Seeing the words that appeared in the holographic projection, Bertila frowned subconsciously again, and Gawain's voice came from the side: "The machine is taking care of her? What is her state now?"

Bertila collected herself and quickly organized her words: "You said you can work all the time? And be taken care of by machines? Please forgive my offense, I'm curious about your...'status'. There is no such thing as you in Loren Do you live in some highly automated control facility, and have received some sort of adaptation?"

"...I live on this satellite," the voice from the other side of the star sea entered Loren's atmosphere, and it was presented in clear text in front of Beltera, "It has been 21 years—ah, here is the chronology."

"She lived on that Voyager satellite?!" This time even Gawain, who was supervising, was stunned, and subconsciously blurted out, "And she has lived there for so many years? How did the Noi control that Voyager satellite? "

Bertila quickly sent a message: "I'm surprised, did the 'witch' actually live directly on the satellite? That is to say, you are in space right now? And listen to what you mean...you want to live forever There? Why did you do it? Because you have to use this method to control the Voyager satellite?"

"Yes, this is a necessary means to control this ancient satellite," Nova quickly sent a response, "We... do not have the ability to fully control the legacy of the voyager, in order to drive this ancient communication satellite, we only have Some tricks can be taken. The former pioneer group laid the foundation for us, and they obtained relevant permissions from the voyager database. As a species created by the pioneer group, there are some special individuals in the Noi people that can be genetically Inheriting this legacy, these special individuals... are witches.

"We have hundreds of witch candidates. Selecting qualified witches from the people is an extremely important part of Nuoyi society, and the selected witch candidates still need to go through ten years of training and testing. After nearly a hundred times After the test, the candidate with the highest adaptability index will be eligible to be promoted from a 'candidate' to an official witch, and will be sent into space after the former witch finishes her service - along with the life support system used to keep the witch alive ..."

The words from the other side of the starry sky turned into words, and emerged line by line in the holographic projection. Bertila's body had leaned forward slightly at some point, she was concentrating on these words, and the servo brain array was trying her best to imagine what it was like picture, to imagine how a civilization far away four light-years would view and execute this matter in their own cultural background, while Bud on the side muttered softly at this time: "But I I don’t understand why the ‘Witch’ has to stay on the satellite forever until the end of service—there aren’t many candidates? It’s okay to find a few more people to go up and rotate, it shouldn’t be too difficult with their technology...”

Bertila hesitated for a moment, and sent Bud's question to the opposite party. After a while, she got the answer from Nova——

"After the brain is taken out, it must be permanently connected to the pioneer servo system. The nervous system of the Noi people is very fragile and cannot withstand the damage caused by the second connection."

The letters presented on the holographic projection were clear and sharp, and the technicians on duty in the command hall all quieted down unanimously, even Bertila, who was once a high-level priest of the Death of All Things Society and had witnessed countless dark and twisted things, this She was also a little stunned for a moment, she was silent for a long time, and it took a few minutes before she turned her thoughts into a message: "This is shocking, I don't know how to evaluate it-in Loren's cultural cognition, this is amazing For the price, you and your predecessors have made great and noble sacrifices."

"This is a great honor. For the Nuoi people, this is one of the ultimate values ​​that an individual can achieve in his limited life," Nova replied, across the distance of the star sea and the limited communication The pattern erased the emotions in the words, and no one could see the expression of that Noy "witch" at the moment, but Bertila seemed to be able to see a kind of pride from the bottom of her heart in these words, "I am very happy I can become a witch myself, and I am even more happy to hear your voices during my service cycle. In this regard, I am far luckier than my predecessors.

"Over the years, generations of witches have been sent to this satellite, and then transported back to the earth in the form of 'sacred remains', and the starry sky they face is empty and dead most of the time, even if you can hear strange sounds occasionally. The 'noise' leaked out by civilizations, and those civilizations often failed to develop super-light communication technology that can communicate directly. For those predecessors, the starry sky is a cold and lonely place, and I... luckier than them.

"Ms. Bertila, I am the first witch who has ever received a response in the star space. I don't know if you can understand what this means to me, but you should congratulate me—the first time the communication was connected. My family also congratulated me on that day."

"Your family?" Bertila hesitated, but still sent the message, "Did they stay on the ground? What do they do?"

"Most of them live on the surface. My grandfather is the grand master in charge of industry. My parents are workers in hydroponic farms. I also have two older brothers who work on a low-Earth orbit station. Humanly speaking, this is also a matter of honor."

Bertila quietly watched the text displayed on the communication interface, without words for a long time, and in this deep thought, she suddenly recalled a sentence that Gawain once said to her——

The two civilizations that grew up in completely different parent star environments are even more different than gods and ants.

Communications between Loren and Nuoyi have been carried out many times. The two civilizations have sent countless text and picture materials to each other, trying to let the allies across the star sea understand what kind of group they are. In Cecil, several Thousands of well-educated and wise people study those alien information day and night, exhausting their imaginations to outline the historical trajectory and cultural outline of the Noi ethnic group, but even so, there still seems to be a gap between the two civilizations. Thousands of miles of dense fog, and occasional glimpses revealed through the gaps in the fog are enough to shock the wise men on both sides.

Just as the Loren in the eyes of the Neue people is a cold, orderly, and efficient war-crazed civilization, they can't imagine what the "moderate plan" and "peace and love" in Loren's population are. At this moment, Beltira It is also difficult to understand what kind of mood the witch named "Nova" has to "live" in her cold space palace, and it is even more difficult to imagine what kind of extreme glory and conflict the Nova society is living in. The operation is maintained under the concept of responsibility.

She could only pay homage to that witch, and that distant alien race.

"According to your calculation method, we only have the last three months to communicate with each other." The communication system caught the signal from space again, and Nova sent a new message, "I can communicate with everyone here." The people on the ground contacted, but for some reason... I prefer to hear the 'voice' from you, the wise people said that it may be the legacy of the sailors affecting my emotions, but I think... It's just because you passed on The sound of coming can make me feel some kind of 'temperature'.

"Ms. Bertila, do you know? Actually, I can feel the 'temperature'. Although I am connected to a cold machine, this machine has its own way of 'sensing'. It will tell me Passed many things, although most of the information is difficult to understand, but on the day when the communication between our two planets was established, I definitely felt...warmth and kindness, and that kindness is full of every unit of data you send , as real and clear to me as the touch of a finger.

"Wise men can't interpret this 'feeling' that has no theoretical support, because no witch has ever successfully established contact with an alien civilization, but I believe my judgment, and I think I can really feel yours." Reliable and sincere, so even though you have shown some... 'scary' fighting tendencies, and even caused some wise men and elders to be nervous, I am willing to give them advice and let them trust you."

Looking at the communication message that appeared in front of his eyes, Gao Wen, who had been watching from the sidelines without speaking much, suddenly broke the silence: "Thank you for your continuous efforts, Miss Nova, we also know that a real relationship between two civilizations must be established. How difficult it is to trust and understand, especially when there is an insurmountable barrier between us, but please believe that Loren always faces friends with the greatest sincerity and kindness. We... are also very happy to be here Starspace hears your voices."

Gawain's words were quickly translated into alien characters, and sent into the starry sky a moment later. After confirming with Gawain, Bertila added: "That was our leader talking to you just now, he Noticed our communications."

Nova responded quickly: "Ah, leader—it's a pleasure to talk to you, and I hope you don't mind my recklessness."

In the blue velvet study of Cecil Palace, Gawain couldn't help showing a smile: "Don't be so nervous, Miss Nova, we often talk, don't we?"

After a while, Nova's response appeared in front of Gao Wen: "Yes, we often talk, but at that time I represented Noi, you represented Loren, and now... I am Nova."

"My name is Gawain," Gawain said very solemnly, "then let's say hello formally—I'm glad to hear your voice, Nova."

After a moment of silence and delay, the greetings from across the sea of ​​stars came into Gawain's eyes:

"Glad to hear your voice, Gawain... Mr. Leader."

Chapter 1576 Distant

When midnight approached, the FTL communication signal echoing among the stars calmed down again, and the huge antenna array on the top of the Thorin giant tree gradually returned to standby mode, leaving only the towering steel skeleton and crystal matrix whimpering softly in the night wind.

Coolant was rushing through the fiber pipes, and the servo brain array that had been operating at high speed for a long time entered a light sleep in one ecological cabin after another. Beltira felt the nerve surge in his body gradually calming down, and it took a long time before he turned his gaze to The magic network terminal not far away: "Brother Gao Wen, the signal from Nuoyi has stopped transmitting."

"You guys have worked hard." Gawain on the communication screen nodded slightly. "Let's end the communication first, and check Sorin's antenna system by the way. This is the first time it has been running continuously for such a long time."

Bertila nodded, and then cut off the remote connection with the imperial capital. On the other end, Gawain was still sitting at the desk for a long time after the communication ended. His eyes fell on the printing device next to him. The paper tapes spit out from the printout port have been stacked into a thick stack in the drop box, and the snow-white paper is printed on the conversation records between the two planets in the past few hours-the first half is civilization and civilization, The second half is people versus people.

He exhaled softly, stood up and came to the large French window. It was already midnight, and the night outside the window was as deep as thick ink, and there were cold starlight sprinkled from space, and the magnificent galaxy straddled the darkness. Between the mountains and the northwest forest area, the starlight and the man-made lights of the cities complement each other, and every bit of brilliance is sharply caught in Gawain's eyes.

The sound of light footsteps came from the side, and Amber's breath came to Gawain's side. After a moment of silence, her voice suddenly sounded: "You said... is that 'witch' watching the stars at this time?"

"She will see more and brighter stars than we can see, and she can overlook the earth and look at the lights of thousands of houses." Gao Wen said slowly. For some reason, he suddenly recalled his past few decades. The years of being trapped in a satellite overlooking the earth for thousands of years, in a sense, the self at that time was actually very similar to the "witch" Nova in the satellite, but the difference is that when he hung high in the sky, he had never The difference between having truly visited the land under her feet and saying goodbye to the homeland where she was born and raised when the "witch" walks towards her own destiny is difficult for outsiders to truly understand even if they can imagine it.

Hearing Gao Wen's words, Amber just curled her lips and muttered casually: "You sound like you have some life experience..."

Gao Wen just smiled and didn't respond, but Amber was a person who couldn't calm down. Seeing that Gao Wen didn't say a word, she couldn't help but muttered to herself: "...they want to directly link a person's brain The super-light communication with Loren can only be maintained on the Voyager satellite... I really didn’t expect them to use this method to bypass the authority of the Voyager’s legacy.”

"I didn't expect it either," Gawain was silent for a moment, before letting out a soft sigh, "but now we can finally explain why the content of the communications sent by the Noi people always seem so 'human' and 'slightly rash'— —Because the 'spokesman' among the Noi literally 'fitted' her mind into the tachyon antenna, all the while, we were talking directly to an open heart."

Amber thought for a while, and suddenly thought of a question: "The 'witch' mentioned at the end that she 'felt' kindness and warmth in the communication sent from Loren to Nuoyi, and for this reason, she chose to trust strangers like us. What do you think is going on here? Is it the neurological illusion that the witch had after establishing a connection with the voyager device? Or... there is really a 'thing' that cannot be explained by this theory, and she really Can Voyager devices scan our emotions when sending messages?"

"I don't have any idea," Gawain confessed that he knew nothing about this matter, "This is not in any discipline we know so far, and there is no theory to support that something like faster-than-light communication can transmit 'emotions', but since That witch believes that she felt Loren's kindness in the star space...then we should not disappoint her expectations, after all..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and a smile slowly appeared on his face: "This cold starry sky needs a little warmth and romance."

……

The primordial energy gushing out from the depths of the star scours the cracks and holes inside and outside the Ancestor Peak. Under the conscious control of the "Master of Ten Thousand Laws", these surges flow in their respective trajectories strictly according to the blueprint , and has achieved connection and resonance with the large-scale facilities built throughout the mountain, and under the support of this continuous energy, the sacred mountain of the people of Ogulei has gradually turned into a "machine" of unprecedented scale, And gradually wake up on this land.

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning passed through the clouds and shone obliquely on the hillside on the side of the Ancestor Peak. The continuous alloy guards were like the armor that mortals put on for the holy mountain, shining brightly in the sun, with huge Pipeline facilities criss-cross among energy stations, analysis stations, and sensor amplification arrays. Rough and powerful giant valves and relay pump stations present a solemn silhouette in the sun, occasionally leaking from a pressure relief valve or sublimator somewhere. The sprayed mist slowly drifted among these silhouettes, forming a continuous mist over the holy mountain.

What surges in those large pipes is the alchemical solution used as a coolant—it is not easy to absorb the energy from the depths of the planet to drive a giant machine that covers half a plain. Maintaining stability during operation is even more of a huge challenge. The heat dissipation system inside the "Obsonation Focus" is huge and complex. The deepest pipeline is built around the "Observer Chamber", and the shallow pipeline spreads from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. In that mile-by-mile piping system, tons of cooling fluid flowed every minute and every second, and these liquids extracted the huge heat from the core of the observation device and transferred it safely. It is transmitted to the heat exchange station at the foot of the mountain, making it a part of the city's heating—this can be regarded as the insignificant "reward" brought by the magic tide observation device to the people of Ogulei.

In addition to this huge heat dissipation system, there are also small cobweb-like pipe groups buried inside the mountain that has been covered by alloy carapace. The small pipes flow in a biomass solution, and the solution is soaked in continuous growth. Nerve fibers - This huge nervous system is modeled after the giant tree of Thorin, directly designed by the Supreme Druid Institute of the Empire, and its nerve endings can extend all the way to the giant ring on the plain. This system will ensure that The operation of the observation device is stable, reliable and synchronized as a whole. Compared with the communication method based on the magic field, this kind of direct connection line of the nervous system obviously has irreplaceable advantages in anti-interference and fault location.

The early spring arrived, and the wind in the morning was still a bit chilly, but when the cold wind blew over the hills, several figures had already arrived at the top of the holy mountain—Great Chief Camilla stood near the magic net hub tower. On a platform, she raised her eyes and looked at the distant scenery. She saw steel, crystal and pipes spreading under her feet. The pilgrim trails, forests and springs she used to be familiar with had been covered by heavy industrial armor, while the plain at the foot of the mountain On the ground, a sensor array ring with an astonishing scale has begun to take shape. The towers stand in the hazy morning light, and the construction site can be vaguely seen near the ring frame connecting the towers.

After staring at it for a long time, Camilla looked back and shook her head with a sigh: "...It's not what I remembered at all."

"I told you earlier that the scenery on the mountain has changed, but you procrastinated to see it, and you said that you are busy with business—do you seem to be such a diligent person?" Wenna Baizhi's voice came from beside Camilla. Come on, the tone of the gray elf patriarch sounded a bit complaining, "The mountaintop area was 'capped' last month, and all energy sources have been covered by restraint wells and control bolts, and we have gone up several times."

"I'm not... always a little nervous," Camilla looked down at her childhood playmate at her feet, "You know, orcs are a little sensitive in this regard, and I don't dare to see the current appearance of the Holy Mountain ..."

"Then what do you think when you see it now?" A small voice suddenly came from the side, accompanied by the buzzing sound of wings flapping rapidly, the Fairy Queen Stella flapped her wings and hovered over the card Next to Mira's head, "Do you regret the decision we made together?"

Camilla turned her head and glanced at this little girl. This queen once led her group to live in the holy mountain, and before that, the kingdom of goblins had ruled on this mountain for hundreds of thousands of years—but now they have held The clan moved to the foot of the mountain and settled a new home in a river valley near the Holy Helm City. Reasonably, the goblins should be the group that has the most say on the holy mountain, but these optimistic little ones seem to agree with this. I don't care at all.

"Of course I don't regret it. The concept of 'regret' has never existed in the orc culture. The road is always moving forward." Camilla shook her head. "I don't regret it either. In fact, watching this film can be used The scene described as a miracle, I am even a little...proud, we weak mortals have built something on this land that even the gods would marvel at. But what about you? Stella, you and your Aren’t the clansmen regretful? After all, this is your homeland…”

"I'm not sorry," Stella laughed, flying up and down, "The holy mountain hasn't disappeared, it's right under our feet—it's just a change of clothes. We've already discussed it, wait After the demonic tide passes, the goblins will move back again, anyway, goblins don’t need much living space, we can build a vibrant artificial garden among the steel..."

Stella blinked, and couldn't help but imagine what a group of goblins who live among huge mechanical facilities, build gardens in the gaps between factories and pipelines, and are obsessed with studying machinery and magic technology—— The orc's limited imagination made her unable to make up that scene in the end, but one thing is certain, that is not the familiar "little partner" in her memory...

"You really always bring 'surprises' to people, as if you can live well no matter what the world becomes." Wycliffe, who was standing on a big rock next to him, shook his head with a smile. A human king took out a pipe from his arms, stuffed it carefully with shredded tobacco, and then lit a fire with his steel prosthetic limb. He brought the pipe to his mouth, but looked at a piece of land far away from the top of the mountain. platform.

It was an elevator platform, but the shaft leading to the depths of the mountain was blocked at the moment, the solid steel gates were tightly locked with secrets, and the howling mountain wind passed through the steel frame of the elevator.

Wycliffe bit his pipe, the shreds of tobacco shone brightly in the cold early spring wind, and with the curl of smoke, he let out a sigh: "It's hard to imagine that a once-god is beside us at this moment, only separated from us." A shaft, some earth, rocks and steel plates."

His soliloquy also made several friends around him sigh, and only two or three seconds after the human king's words fell, the few people on the top of the mountain saw a bright flash of light suddenly flashing in the air in front of them. Arcane sparks, pure magic jumping in the air outlined a line of text:

"Yes, I'm right under your feet—so can you stop sprinkling the soot later?"

Wycliffe: "..."

"I'll pinch it for you," Stoor, the king of spirit witches who remained silent next to him, raised his hand and directly extinguished Wycliffe's pipe. "Don't think that you can smoke in the factory area just because you are a king."

……

"Looking" at the movement above her head, Mirmina in the observer's secret room couldn't help but smile.

She has been working in this cave for half a year, and now, as the magic tide is gradually approaching the home planet of the Noi people, the day when the observation device is officially launched is gradually approaching.

In the past six months, she has witnessed a series of changes in this land with her ubiquitous magic vision. Under her gaze, the ancient holy mountain was gradually transformed into a giant steel beast, and the vast ancestral plain was transformed into continuous stretches of construction sites. , workshops, and pipelines are being filled little by little, and the people gathered in this area have reached a certain balance point. Almost every day, new engineering teams or expert teams are sent to the assembly point of Helm City by flying machines or magic trains, and at the same time Every day, people who complete tasks or rotate positions are evacuated from here. The Loren people are racing against time. All the powers of mortals on this planet have now been focused on one thing, causing earth-shaking changes to take place here .

While the entire ancestral plain is turned upside down, only the starry sky covering this land remains the same as before.

Mirmina switched her perception. She contacted a sensor node located in the northern part of the holy mountain that had been debugged and put into trial operation. Through the "eyes" of this sensor node, she quietly looked up at the sky.

Even though it is daytime, she can clearly perceive the existence of those distant stars.

The sensor array has not yet been completed, and she still cannot accurately distinguish the subtle disturbances among the stars, but she can already vaguely "hear", hearing the soft singing of the thousands of stars in the universe, she can Hearing the voice of "Ao", the voice was far away but deep, and she could also hear the voice of "Sun". "Ao" complement each other.

For some reason, Mirmina suddenly thought of the civilization that was four light years away.

It is said that the home planet of the Nuoyi people is different from Loren. There is no gentle gas giant planet like the "sun" around them. The planet under their feet revolves directly around a star, and the powerful energy released by the star shapes The magnificent mountains and rivers and lush ecology on the land of Noi, and the "sunrise" on Noi's mother star is also completely different from that of Loren. They cannot see the magnificent and huge solar disk, and their sun cannot cover a quarter of it. sky - when the sun rises, it's just a bright spot about the size of a dime...

Mirmina imagined the scenery of distant alien stars, and couldn't help but have new expectations for the "travel" she planned.