, the sword of dawn

  When Frostsky gradually rose to the high point of the sky, the chill brought by late autumn spread to the entire northern region, and the entire alliance began to operate with unprecedented efficiency.

Post-war reconstruction, economic recovery, collection and assistance of war refugees, large-scale pension work and large-scale deployment of supplies covering the entire continent, as well as new policies successively issued by the alliance countries in order to stimulate the market and boost people’s hearts. Things that people could not imagine in the old age are happening. The once vast and isolated world seems to have been "shrinked" suddenly after this war. Even the villagers living in remote villages are beginning to start with surprise from newspapers and radio. Or learn about the amazing changes in the world in the chat of travelers.

As the Cecil Empire often said in its external propaganda, the circum-continental routes and the land transnational trade network are connecting the loose world as a whole, and the popularization and development of communication methods have expanded everyone’s eyes to them. Never thought of a distant place. Although the sudden wasteland war has dealt a heavy blow to many countries, it has also greatly accelerated the process of this "connection".

In the Ogure tribal country, a large number of engineers from Cecil and the Dwarf Kingdom are in place one after another. Various aid teams have also transported large quantities of supplies currently in short supply by the tribal country through the continental route, transnational railways and air routes. They are focusing their efforts on several human, spiritual, and orc cities that were severely damaged in the war, in order to restore the basic functions of these cities as much as possible before the arrival of the cold winter, so as to maximize the accommodation of refugees and alleviate other Support pressure in the region.

In the hinterland of the tribal nation, at the foot of the ancestor’s peak, in the city of Helm, the city governed by the five races, the human king Wycliffe is standing on the upper balcony of the Grand Chamber, overlooking the busy and even crowded scene of the city. He supported the railing in front of him with both hands, and an alloy-made arm glowed with icy light in the setting sun. The scars left by this war did not reduce the king’s majesty, but made him more calm than before. The majestic aura.

On the streets of the city below, the visible flow of people has more than doubled than in the past, including war refugees pouring into Helm from all over, as well as businessmen looking for opportunities and engineers and technicians from other countries. This city, which has a special place in the hearts of all ethnic groups in Ogure, used to be a relaxed and slow-paced place, but now it is under pressure from population and materials far beyond the urban planning. The officials in charge of the city have been busy recently. The same is true for the five leaders of the tribal nation.

"The Artisans Association of the Dwarf Kingdom has just sent a message. Tomorrow, a new team will cross the mountain road on the west side and enter the country, led by Lord Paladin Huishanyan himself." A voice came from the side, "They brought a group. The large golems and many engineering machinery designed and transformed by the dwarf kingdom should solve the urgent need for reconstruction in the central region."

Wycliffe turned his head and saw that the leader of the Spirit Race Stuer had also come to the edge of the balcony. This tall, lavender-skinned Spirit Race man had a trace of exhaustion in his expression, and even his eyes seemed to be constantly throbbing. The magic shimmer seemed a little dimmer than usual.

   "You look tired," Wycliffe couldn't help but said, "Your magical aura is dimmer than usual, and you may need to take a break."

"Now is the critical moment. I don't worry about leaving a lot of work to others. Even if it is given to others, who can I give to them?" Wycliffe shook his head, "Wenna is in charge of all external affairs. In response to the tide of war refugees in the country, Stella leads the'Star Breakers' on the Ancestral Peak, and no one has much time to spare."

"Did you deliberately miss someone?" As soon as Stour's voice fell, a slightly hoarse and magnetic female voice came from the side with dissatisfaction. Camilla, who was dressed in the traditional costume of the orc, did not know when he had arrived. Behind the two men, they are now looking up and down at the leader of the spirit race with their feline-like pale yellow vertical pupils, "It's as if I'm useless."

  "Why don't you deal with the reconstruction project and material affairs?" Stewart glanced at Camilla, who was slowly erecting his tail. "Just wait for you to nod."

  Camilla's tail was pulled down instantly, her eyes looked away.

Stour didn’t take this topic seriously either. He just smiled and continued: “The good news is that from the current situation, our personnel and material gaps are not big. With the current efficiency, this winter will be able to We have passed smoothly and we have also received priority rationing of the magic power of the Deep Blue Well within three years. This is the best news for the energy-scarce southern region."

  Wycliffe nodded lightly, his gaze staying in the city below. After a long silence, he said softly: "More and more businessmen are pouring into the central region, coming from the opposite direction of the refugees."

  "The post-war recovery plan means opportunities for many people. Merchants always have the sharpest sense of smell in the face of opportunities," Stewar said with a tired expression, "We need these merchants."

"But we don't need speculative merchants. They won't produce anything except the tight market and the contradiction between supply and demand." Wycliffe looked serious. "My consultant found that a group of merchants from the South were trying to interfere in the market. The materials in circulation and their registration information are suspicious. It is very likely that they have taken advantage of the temporary confusion of official control during the fall of the southern region. I have already locked some of them. My people are investigating more bold people by tracking the flow of goods in the market. ."

  Listening to Wycliffe’s words, there was a grunt from Camilla’s throat, and he picked up the axe lying against the wall and carried it on his shoulders: "Okay, I'm going to chop them."

   "Don't be so full of your mind that you only have the option of ‘hack it’!" Wycliffe immediately glared at the orc warchief. "Consider more consideration of the problem of smashing the grass and the market pressure caused by insufficient preparation!"

"Originally, this aspect was Wenna's area of ​​expertise. The Grey Elf knows how to deal with businessmen, including how to deal with unruly businessmen," Stuer sighed, "Unfortunately, she also lacks skills now. While dealing with foreign affairs, she must also find a way to ensure the normal trade order between the Mosswood area and the Cecil Empire. Here in Helm City, we can only figure out a solution by ourselves. But anyway, we cannot let those speculative merchants continue their activities. Going down, even if the means are more radical, it is for greater order."

   "So I still need to chop them," Camilla said, and once again carried the chop axe on his shoulders, "What are you doing with so many twists and turns..."

"Can your mind go for a few more rounds when deciding the problem!" Wycliffe couldn't help but glared at Camilla again. "Why do you have to take a sharp axe when you come to the big conference hall for a meeting? Did that stuff bring in?"

   "Bring it in in a bag," Camilla shrugged. "Isn't it normal for women to stuff more belongings in the bag?"

Stewar rubbed his eyebrows, and forcibly ignored the chaotic conversation that had happened before him. While thinking about it, he said, "Speaking of what Wenna is good at... Actually, Cecil is a real expert in this area. Maybe we should refer to that. The wisdom of Vegavin Cecil the Great, he once established the order of the southern border in the most chaotic period of the old Anzu country, and established a stable market environment under the condition of the old country’s unwillingness to give up. The stubborn northern region has finished changing customs...how did they solve the speculative merchants?"

As soon as he said this, Wycliffe suddenly showed a thoughtful appearance. He seemed to recall some things he had learned from Wenna, his expression became a little weird, and then he looked to the side who was holding the axe. Camilla was full of regrets: "Then you go and kill them."

  Camilla: "...Huh?"

"Physical elimination is the best way to solve this kind of people who have made a fortune at the time of disaster. We don't have so much time and energy to slowly solve the pressure of supply and demand caused by them," Wycliffe looked serious. "Maybe we can handle these things slowly at other times, but now...you have seen the situation in Helm City. The situation in other cities outside Helm City is not much better. We need some strong signals. Come and quickly rebuild the authority of Helm, and this will also help calm people's hearts."

  ...

Accompanied by the roar of the heavy construction machinery in operation, the heavy soil and rock were instantly turned into a soft, muddy substance, and after the polarity of the casting unit at the front of the mechanical device was reversed, it turned into a rock-hard, flat ground. Staff members wearing Cecil engineer uniforms are busy near this huge construction machine, or directing the operation of the machine, or scheduling the affairs of other nearby working groups, and the scene is busy and orderly.

  The extremely bright high-power magic spar lamp illuminates this construction site. Even if the sunset has sunk to the horizon, the intense and busy construction here has not stopped.

And at the end of this construction site, the earth came to an abrupt end like a cliff, and a huge circular deep pit appeared in front of it. The size of the deep pit was large enough to put an entire city in it, and there was another incomparably magnificent and splendid place. Blue flames sprayed out from the center of the ring-shaped deep pit, as if to ignite the entire sky straight into the sky.

From the crystal peak in the center of the deep pit to the cliffs on the edge of the deep pit, you can see many bright lights and construction sites. The engineers from the three empires are busy there, and they are checking Zigang Duo. Since the collapse of the empire, the energy node inspection port has never been opened by anyone, studying these ancient technologies that once became the imagination of the bards and scholars, and building on them based on modern magical technology. Energy conversion facilities.

Great architect Gordon is standing on the edge of the construction site of "Energy Station No. 1", on a high platform overlooking the construction site below his feet and a series of construction sites in the distance. This old southerner from a family of craftsmen has a proud face With a glamorous look, when he looked at the construction machinery roaring in the twilight, the expression on his face was as if he was reviewing the generals of the army.

A tall and elegant figure stood beside the great architect. She had long golden hair and long pointed ears unique to the silver elf. She was wearing a graceful and luxurious high-level astrology robe and a lavender magic. The ball floats in the air beside this lady. The magic ball is automatically recording the scene on the construction site and the readings of the magical fluctuations in the air, and a projection in the shape of an eye is faintly condensed in it.

"...I have heard Ms. Sonia describe the'infrastructure magic' of your Cecilians, but what I saw with my own eyes is still very different from the hearsay," the senior astrology master said with a trace of admiration, as a proud silver Elf, she rarely pays tribute to other races in the technical field, but only when facing the Cecilians, this lady is always willing to praise her, "You have turned magic into such a convenient tool, and The process is still so...succinct, which is very different from the exquisite and complicated classical magic, but in my opinion there is a strange beauty."

"Thank you very much for your compliment, Ms. Vilania, unfortunately, I am not an expert in magic. I am only good at dealing with machines and stones, and these machines are good enough in my opinion." Gordon shrugged, he When I first saw this great astrology master from the Silver Empire, I was very cautious, not only because of the opponent's powerful strength and outstanding status, but also because of the lady's outstanding appearance and the calm and luxurious temperament that has been in the top for a long time, but After a few days of getting along with him, he has lost this mentality. This fairy lady is much more approachable than outsiders thought, especially when talking about technology, she and the strange guys led by His Royal Highness Rebecca are nothing. different.

"People like you who are'only good at dealing with machines and stones' can use the power of magic so conveniently to build such a large-scale project. This is the'beauty' of magic technology," Velania Said with a smile, and then her eyes were placed on the deep blue well flames not far away, "With the current progress of the project, perhaps we will be able to test the conversion array of the No. 1 Energy Station around next spring."

"In fact, it may be faster than that," Gordon thought for a while, and said confidently, "Our conversion array uses more efficient prefabricated modules, and it is currently in several factories of Glenn Heavy Industries and Northern Heavy Industries. At the same time, we started to manufacture parts. Perhaps before the energy pipeline in the "ring pit" is connected, the conversion array of the energy station can be installed on the base. At that time, we can try to convert the magic power in the deep blue well into The standard magic power transmitted in the magic net... the entire construction period is expected to be completed in the middle of the foggy moon at the earliest, and it will not be later than the first ten days of the cold moon at the latest."

Verania looked at this proud and confident human architect with a bit of surprise. In the fading night, she seemed to see a certain kind of light...a kind of aura that was on the rise. The light possessed by the race.

   "Master Vilania?" Gordon was a little embarrassed by the lady's gaze, and moved his neck awkwardly, "Is there anything wrong with my explanation?"

   "No... I'm sorry, I was rude," Verania smiled and shook her head. "I just suddenly envy you silver elves that have not been so ambitious for many years to do such a big thing."

"I don't think so," Gordon shrugged and pointed his finger in the direction of the deep blue well. You can see the silver elves as magic consultants and antiquities scholars, and you can be seen everywhere in the entire Tarrash Plain. This is a sight I have never seen in my life, even the most courageous barns in our country. Neither poet nor playwright dared to make up like this."

"So you think so..." Verania's expression was a little surprised, but then the surprised expression turned into a smile, "Then I will use this as a compliment, the great architect, although I am not Understand what the allusion is about discounted eggs."

Under the clear night sky in the wasteland, the great astrology master from the silver elves and the great architect from the human empire continue to look down at this rising energy station, and in the distance, the purification device that has completed its historical mission Still exerting waste heat in the night, the spectacular beam of light stretches to the end of the horizon. On the tallest tower in the construction site, the light illuminates a series of huge letters, which are written in two common languages ​​of humans and elves. Bright words:

  “Demonstration Site of No. 1 Energy Station of Deep Blue Well Magic Transmission Plan”.