After sending off the deputy head of the Royal Knights, the spacious reception room became quiet.
Gawain sat in his seat and fell into a brief thought, while Amber's figure gradually emerged from the air. The half-elf glanced at Gawain with a curious expression on his face: "It turned out to be the letter from that Welsh Moen? What did you say?"
Gao Wen raised his eyelids: "Did you really not peek before?"
Amber put her hands on her hips and said confidently: "Of course, I can do such an immoral thing as peeking at other people's letters?"
This guy who sneaks around all day, cowards and dances is actually quite moral in an inexplicable place
Gao Wen shook his head: "You better not know."
"Tch, if you don't say it, don't say it," Hu Po curled her lips, and her figure gradually disappeared in the air, "I'm going to watch those special envoys, you can continue to be in a daze."
As the breath of amber gradually dissipated from the room, Gawain just let out a soft sigh: "In the end, he was the one who saw through this quagmire..."
The special envoy of the royal capital did not stay in Cecil City for too long.
After all, the symbolic meaning of these messengers coming here is greater than the actual meaning. The elven messengers have completed the transmission of all information, and Gao Wen himself was the first person who advocated vigilance of the wasteland and the consolidation of the frontier from the very beginning. Regarding the addition of the Great Wall, as long as the northern leaders have prepared the materials, there is no need for negotiation and negotiation here. Saint-Sunil sent a group of envoys, more just to go through the process.
On the afternoon of the second day, after all letters and to-do items were handed over, the envoys led by Cohen Rollen reboarded the inland express passenger ship "Wavebreaker" and left Cecil City.
Come and go in a hurry.
And the first batch of materials that Saint-Sunil and the Eastern Territory jointly promised and prepared together arrived at the Baishui River Wharf on the 30th of the Harvest Moon as scheduled.
Six large inland river cargo ships were loaded with cloth, metal, oil, and various magic materials. The full warehouses made people feel that the nobles of Anzu had finally been generous in order to let the stingy nobles take out the bottom of the box For things, Victoria and Edmund probably used a lot of means.
On the trestle where the goods were unloaded in the dock area, Amber watched the packed magic materials being piled up on the ground one by one, and more and more piled up until they piled up like a mountain. How much is it worth..."
"It's all going to be used for the barrier repair project," Gao Wen glanced at Amber with shining eyes, "not a single brick is allowed."
Amber looked Gao Wen up and down as if she couldn't believe it, her voice was full of surprise: "You really want to use it all for the project? Don't you plan to deduct some? There are so many! And no one dares to supervise you, so deduct it No one knows at all, don't you say that the territory needs to be developed all day long, and the resources are not enough?"
"I don't want to take advantage of everything," Gao Wen stroked Amber's hair, "cutting corners on the magnificent wall is digging my own grave."
After Gao Wen said this, he walked away, and Amber, who stayed where he was, heard Rebecca talking to herself: "What the ancestors said makes sense..."
Amber glanced at Rebecca: "You think everything your ancestors say makes sense."
Rebecca looked serious: "No, the ancestors seemed very reasonable when they talked about things related to grave digging."
Amber looked at Rebecca with admiration: "... No wonder you get beaten every now and then."
On the other side, Gawain found Heidi and the others who were waiting for him at the edge of the pier.
"After this batch of supplies arrives, I'm going to set off for the wasteland," Gawain said to Hetty, "You and the government affairs office will be responsible for the principality's internal affairs, military affairs will be handed over to Byron and Philip, and the rest of the ministries will also be responsible. There are respective responsible persons and emergency plans, and it is good to follow the development plan formulated before.”
"You really want to go in person?" Hetty bit her lips, and finally couldn't help but said, "It's actually not necessary..."
"No one knows the wasteland better than me, and I also want to confirm the situation of the Great Wall and the wasteland with my own eyes," Gawain interrupted Hetty, he looked at each other with a smile on his face, " What, no confidence? Worried that you won’t be able to manage all of this?”
If someone else asked the same question, the best answer would undoubtedly be no. Hetty would show her usual maturity and composure to respond to all doubts about her abilities.
But the person in front of him is his ancestor, the pillar of the Cecil family, the person who supported and led this land from eight hundred refugees and a tent to today. In front of him, my reserve and stubbornness will be destroyed See through at a glance.
"... I do have some worries." Hetty nodded slightly.
"You can do well," Gawain patted Heidi on the shoulder, "When the Cecil family was in its worst decline, you alone supported the family to persevere, and now, the operation of the entire government affairs hall is also You are well organized and you are more capable than you think."
Hetty really wanted to say that the territory she helped Rebecca manage back then was just a piece of viscountdom, while the current Cecilland is the entire duchy of the southern border. With a smiling face, her heart quickly settled down.
"I see," she lowered her head, "I won't let you down."
"Just don't let the people down, it's not easy for them to live a good life," Gawain nodded, "Don't worry, I will set up magic net relay devices along the way, even on the edge of the wasteland, I will maintain the relationship with the territory." In addition, most of the road construction projects of the Pathfinder have been completed, we will have a convenient road through the Black Forest, with modern vehicles and roads, and you will soon find that seemingly remote wasteland In fact, it's not too far from you."
This day is the 30th of the Harvest Moon, fifteen days before the Harvest Festival.
After two days of preparations and personnel transfers, the first batch of supplies to the south was loaded onto advanced magic transport vehicles, and a large-scale convoy of Cecil Magic Industry's technological crystallization passed through the Dark Mountains in the fortress, and departed from the South Gate Fortress, heading for the direction of the Gondor wasteland.
Gawain personally led the team. In addition to the accompanying magic combat soldiers, Soldering also led an elite steel ranger as a guard to set off together. The team will soon catch up with Tuo who has gone deep into the Black Forest. Pathfinders, and join the Pathfinder engineering team and the White Knight Guards. The materials carried by the convoy will be used to build the last advance base on the border of the Black Forest, and then move forward...
It is the border of the wasteland, the corrupt plain.
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"Open the gate!! The convoy passes!!"
Accompanied by the shout of the gate controller, the magical machinery let out a low roar, and the heavy gears and hinges dragged the equally heavy steel gate to slowly open. Among the rocks at the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, there was an area covered with armor and forts. The "rock wall" opened its portal armed to the teeth, and one after another large transport vehicles drove out. On both sides and front and back of the transport vehicles, several vehicles covered with light armor plates and around them could be seen. The "multifunctional chariot" with a thermal energy ray gun firing port and a magic energy crystal fixed on the top is moving forward as an escort.
At the rear of the convoy, you can see several magic cannons pulled by the chassis of a tractor.
Accompanied by the sound of whistles and the roar of engines, the convoy drove along the hardened road to the direction of the Black Forest.
On the edge of the Black Forest, an extraordinarily tall giant tree is standing quietly among the twisted and festering vegetation. This tree with the name of "giant" is often as high as nearly a hundred meters, and in the Black Forest, the corrupting and crazy mana It further promoted the mutation of these towering giant trees. Its ferocious canopy stretched in all directions, and there was not a single leaf on the thin and crooked branches. Against the background of the cloudy sky, the canopy was like a group of shriveled limbs, pointing crazily Sky.
The convoy drove into the Black Forest.
The branches and leaves of the giant tree trembled, making a rattling sound, and on its topmost branch, a mass of black mist suddenly condensed, and a huge, corrupted crow with festering flesh on its feathers and half of its skull exposed emerged from the tree. Emerge from the mist.
The crow's dark eyes were fixed on the direction of the convoy, and a hoarse voice suddenly came out from its rotting vocal cords: "Gawain Cecil has left his territory...he went to the Great Wall himself."
Then the crow turned its head, as if something in nothingness was talking to it, it listened attentively, and continued to make a voice in its throat: "The north is more important, the north is more important... I know, I know. I will continue to stare, but I'll just stare from afar..."
The crow said, and listened again. It seemed to hear something that annoyed him, and suddenly flapped his wings angrily: "You ask me why I stare at it from afar?! Do you know those crazy Sisi? How dangerous are the Er people! Do you know how scary those lunatics are!!
"Do you know how they build roads? Do you know how they 'explore' the forest? Do you know how they wade through those traps and monster lairs!
"Those lunatics, Cecilians with only the desire to destroy in their minds, they are definitely the projection of the devil in this material world, the product of the devil and the active volcano. Listen, Dorne was blown to death,'Rotten Pole 'It was also killed by the bombing, as well as the eighteen plague beasts and six corrupt beasts they domesticated, and Padol, damn it, Padol just wanted to take a closer look, who would know that the Cecils bombed I will only stare at the whole [.] bush from a distance, I want to stay as far away from those lunatics as possible! Even those sons of the storm whose brains are disturbed by the sound of the deep sea tide are calmer than those Cecilians much!!
"If you have any objections, then send someone to replace me. I'd rather go to the Abyss of Flesh to do hard labor... Oh, damn it!!"
The crow's continuous cursing suddenly stopped, and "it" looked in horror at the outer wall of the steel-covered fortress in the distance, and saw that several forts on its upper floor suddenly turned in their direction in unison.
"Those lunatics may have found me!!"
The crow flapped its wings and flew away, and almost at the same time, the continuous roar broke the dead silence of the Black Forest, tearing through the chaotic sky and the mist in the forest.
A large cloud of explosion smoke enveloped the corrupted woodland in the distance. In the artillery control room of the South Gate Fortress, the great architect Gordon carefully watched the scene presented on the holographic projection, watched the smoke rise, and watched the large expanse of trees disappear.
The power of the fixed fortress cannon is astonishing.
The mechanical sergeant in charge of controlling the turret reported: "The main turrets on the upper defense wall have all been successfully activated, and the No. 2 turret on the upper level needs to be calibrated. The observation device is working well."
"Okay, record the data, and test the auxiliary guns at all levels in an hour. George, you take two assistants to see the specific situation of the No. 2 turret."
Arranging the work in an orderly manner, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.
When he first started building the South Gate Fortress, he was still very nervous and worried. This corrupted area with a bad reputation was terrifying, and the cracked hole that was open at that time, with almost no protection and shelter, was even more difficult to sleep and eat. Ann, but as the work progressed and the southern wall and turrets were put in place, his initial nervousness and apprehension had completely evaporated.
Indeed, as the lord said, although the Black Forest is dangerous, it is no more than that in the face of the power of Cecil's magic industry.
"Nothing happened again today," a mechanical sergeant sighed in front of another console next to him, and the content of his emotion was exactly what Gordon thought, "Another peaceful day."
"Don't relax your vigilance," another mechanical soldier reminded, "There are still monsters in the Black Forest, maybe there will be completely crazy monsters to attack the fortress."
"Don't worry, I won't let up."
The vigilance of the soldiers is really strong.
Gordon couldn't help sighing in his heart, but at the same time he was a little muttering
The monsters in the black forest... seem to be getting less and less...