After waking up from the brief dizziness and the illusion of space displacement, Gawain saw Amber's face in front of him for the first time.
With some helplessness, he pushed the half-elf's forehead and pushed her away: "Do you have to get so close every time?"
Amber poked her waist in plausibly: "I'm bored, you still have to let me take care of you by the side, or you can change someone next time."
Gawain ignored this guy's thoughts, he just stood up, stretched his body that was a little stiff from sitting for a long time, and then looked around.
Here is a house with no decorations. The metal frame mixed with wooden panels, the roof covered with iron sheets, and the furniture that is easy to assemble and transport are arranged in the interior, which together form a simple and functional style, except for the necessary table. Outside of the chair and bookcase, there are almost no redundant furnishings here. Not far away, there is a window covered with translucent resin. From the window, you can vaguely see the majestic Sentinel Tower standing on the ground.
This is the "peak base" near the majestic wall, and this room is where he rests and works.
Gao Wen stretched his neck and asked casually, "Did anything happen while I was online?"
"Solderling came once to report the deployment of the sentry. I have asked him to put the report on your desk. No one else has come."
Gao Wen nodded and exhaled: "Okay... Got it."
In his mind, he recalled the new clues he got during the previous online meeting.
The Death of All Things will have a technology called "Dark Bridge"... This technology is related to the Great Wall, it can be used for communication, and it doesn't seem to be used in ordinary communication situations...
In connection with what happened to Solderin before, it seems that a high-ranking member of the Death of Everything seems to be operating near the Great Wall. The other party got into the communication center of the Elven Monitoring Station at that time... Was the purpose of using the "secret bridge"?
Some of the vines in the Shadow Realm are connected to the communication module of the Sentinel Tower, and when those vines burnt down, the part that is connected to the communication module seems to be the first to be impacted...
Amber blinked her eyes, watching Gao Wen fall into silence and thinking after waking up from the "Internet connection" state, she couldn't help asking curiously: "What happened?"
There is no need to hide this matter from Amber. This half-elf is an expert in the field of intelligence and infiltration, so Gawain said bluntly: "Those vines in the Shadow Realm may be related to something called 'Dark Bridge'. This thing It is a means of communication secretly established in the Great Wall by the death of all things... They not only corrupted and tampered with part of the monitoring system of the Great Wall with vines, but even stole part of the functions of the Great Wall."
Amber was surprised when she heard the words: "Why are they making such a fuss?"
"The history of the dark sect is as old as the human kingdom. They were born in the same age as the Great Wall. It is not surprising that they can do this kind of thing," Gao Wen said casually. "What really matters to me is that they built such a A special channel of communication... what the hell is there to communicate."
"Huh?" Amber didn't understand Gao Wen's meaning for a moment, "What else could it be contacting, of course they are contacting those cult believers."
"Do you need to steal the line from the Great Wall to contact the members of the sect?" Gawain glanced at Amber, "The scope of activities of the End of Everything Society is basically concentrated in Ansu and a small part of Typhon. They are not distributed to the extent that a trans-continental communication line needs to be built, and the 'secret bridge' should not be very convenient to use. In order to obtain the signal, they need to take a certain risk to get close to the outpost set up by the elves, which is not suitable for daily communication. sect members."
The implication of Gao Wen's words is very clear: considering the current size of the Doom Society, it seems that it is not very cost-effective to build a communication channel such as a hidden bridge with huge risks and inconvenient use.
Unless, they have a goal that must pass through the "hidden bridge" to establish contact.
The two people in the room fell into thinking and silence at the same time. During the short thought, Amber, who was quite sensitive to the blind spots of thinking due to long-term handling of intelligence work, suddenly raised her head thoughtfully, and looked at the covered door. Looking at the window of alchemy resin, he looked at the vast wasteland outside the window.
…
After exiting the mind network, the uncomfortable dizziness and temporary numbness of the body made Heidi rest in the immersion cabin for more than ten seconds.
The other people who access the spiritual network through the immersion cabin are almost in the same situation, except for Kamel who does not have a nervous system.
When everyone sat up from their respective immersion cabins, the ancient magister had already started using holographic projections to simulate those mysterious and complex elf runes in the open space of the "Network Connection Hall".
"The bottleneck state of the elves does seem to be serious," the arcane master noticed that Jenny and the others stood up, and said in a buzzing voice, "Frankly speaking, a small part of these rune arrays are the ones I have seen before." A thousand years ago, in the Gondor Starfire Era, the elves were using this rune structure. Now that a thousand years have passed, it can be seen that they have indeed made a lot of progress in this structure. They've become more sophisticated, more complex, more efficient, but essentially... the way the runes are organized is still the same as in the Starfire era."
"But their technology in the field of gravity control is still much more advanced than ours," Jenny couldn't help but said, "If we can really complete the translation and optimization of those rune arrays, the 'air force' that the lord had conceived will definitely be realized gone."
"You can fly in the sky!" Rebecca's excited voice also interjected, "I'm looking forward to this! Do you know that the biggest blow to me when I was learning magic was that I couldn't learn levitation and flying, of course other things. I can't learn it, but what I care most about is the magic that can fly!"
They began to discuss runic logic and the magical arts of elves.
The discussion was in full swing, and the discussion was full of interest.
Hetty walked out of the immersion cabin silently. She listened to Kamel and the others discussing the mysteries of the magical world, and watched Rebecca dancing excitedly among the three of them, with a faint smile on her face.
She is also a mage. Once, she was also immersed in the laboratory, lingering between those runes and formulas.
so good.
But the foundation laid down by the ancestors needs a chief of the interior, not a researcher with ordinary talents.
Hetty tidied up her slightly messy hair, and tidied up her slightly wrinkled dress from using the immersion cabin. After a while, Cecil's master butler with outstanding wrists came back.
Today, when her ancestor left the territory temporarily, she still has a lot of things to do.
Of course, the first thing to do is to hit Rebecca on the head. After all, it has been three days since I hit her.
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In the dark and deep underground palace, the high-level priests of the Death of All Things Society, wearing black robes or priestly costumes, with more or less mutated bodies, are sitting at a long oval table.
"Our 'dark bridge' has been exposed," said the tall and thin Dean Heaton, who stood up from his seat, "Gawain Cecil noticed the magic vines growing in the Shadow Realm, Will be warned soon."
The cult priests at the scene discussed in low voices, but soon a black-robed man with a pale face and limbs as thin as tree branches coughed twice: "Ahem, you don't need to pay too much attention. After the magnificent wall is damaged, The dark bridge has been abandoned, we have re-established contact with the wasteland through the help of the eternal sleepers, those magic vines in the shadow world... are just some rotting plants now, and the loss is lost."
"Our plan has entered the final stage, and the awakening of the 'God' will solve all problems. Under this premise, the loss of the hidden bridge is acceptable," another female dean said, "But we must also be careful , The exposure of the hidden bridge may bring changes, that Gawain Cecil is a very vigilant person, he will definitely issue a warning to all the forces he can contact."
"Damn it, can't we find a way to get rid of that old bone that crawled out of the coffin?" A dean with short hair, hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and an angry expression on his face couldn't help muttering , "He is already a huge uncontrollable factor and now he has just left his territory. At the border of the wasteland, it is not that we have no chance to do something."
"Even if he leaves the territory, he is still a legend," Bertila, who had never said anything, finally broke the silence. She coldly glanced at the dean who just spoke, "A legend, and there are multiple high-ranking powerhouses around him." , with a large army armed to the teeth, are you going to use your fibrous brainstem to assassinate him? That will only bring about greater variables."
The short-haired dean who was ridiculed by Bertila spread his hands: "We have to do something."
"Speeding up the awakening of the body of false gods and ensuring the release of the evil mutagen is what we should do most," Bertila said lightly, "It is not easy for our compatriots to send back information from the wasteland. Make sure this valuable knowledge is put to use.”
"Now let's discuss the next question, the channel between the Abyss of Flesh and the surface."
The meeting didn't last long. The cultists were always more efficient than the king and the nobles. All the affairs were discussed quickly, and there were only a few people left in the huge hall of the underground palace.
Bertila and the elf twins stayed, and Heaton didn't leave either.
"Let's talk about the godly mutagen," Beltira looked at Heaton after there were only a few people left on the scene, and said unhurriedly, "Although everything is announced to the public, I heard that …the mutagen exhibited some unexpected… activity?”
"It's just a small problem," Heaton said with a straight face. "It should be that humans have produced some genetic mutations in the past seven hundred years after leaving the wasteland environment, which caused them to react too strongly to the mutagen. This is Unavoidable situation, after all our compatriots located 'inside the wall' are mutagens completed in the primitive wasteland environment, and its effect outside the wasteland will definitely have some changes."
"The Grand Priest doesn't care about the reasons, as long as the mutagen can take effect as planned," Bertila said, and then looked at the Elf Twins sitting not far away, "What is the state of the Eternal Sleeper's mind projector? ? When can I make the next contact with the wasteland?"
"The projector can be used at any time, but it requires the 'prowlers' in the wasteland to arrive near the projection site to establish a connection," the elf twins said in unison, "According to the agreement, the next time they arrive at the projection site will be between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." between."
"Very good," Bertila nodded slightly and stood up, "The Grand Priest will be satisfied with this."
With the rustling of roots rubbing against the ground, the woman who had lived for centuries left the hall.
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In the depths of the wasteland, in the corrupted and mutated homeland of Gondor, the tireless wanderers continue their seemingly endless trek.
A series of twisted and ferocious giant "trees" moved between the soil and rocks, their tentacles-like roots licked the barren and cracked ground, and the disorderly wind carried deadly radioactive dust. Whispering through the branches.
One of the leading giant trees stopped, and behind it, all the giant trees and those gigantic distortions following the "forest" also stopped.
The trunk of the giant tree at the head squirmed, and an old and strange face emerged between the cracked bark, and dry and strange words came from between its rustling branches and roots: "The uninvited guest has already arrived!" Start strengthening the cage."
"They can only procrastinate for some time," said another giant tree. "Our paradise will eventually spread all over the new world, and the stupid beings of the old world are destined to become dust in time and history like their gods. What they do now Every struggle you make is just to make the doomsday come more violently."
"Soon, soon... soon... soon..."
In the creeping chorus of sounds, rustling and wriggling, one after another, they move their roots again in an eerie unison, continuing their seemingly Wandering endlessly.
"A new world will come..."
The creeping forest sang in unison.
"We will take root in the new world.
"We've found the best position for the next era.
"This location... doesn't need anyone from the old world to touch and pry..."