For people living in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain at this time, the arrival of spring not only means the end of winter and warmer weather, but also the most crucial turning point of a "battle".
After a harsh winter, the reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plain will be back on track with the coming of the Recovery Moon. The day when the ice melts is the day when human beings will move towards their former homeland again.
Red Maple rebuilds the southern stronghold of the camp.
Sitting behind the desk was a druid doctor in a white and green-edged uniform, looking at a form in front of him. After scanning the records on it, the tall and thin young man raised his head and looked at Silence standing in front of him. Across the table was a tall, hooded man.
"From the eastern border area? Voluntarily signed up?"
The hooded man hummed briefly, seemingly unwilling to speak.
The druid doctor in charge of the registration is no stranger to this situation. He has received hundreds of recovered patients. The crystallization infection has caused unimaginable trauma to them. This trauma is not only physical—but He believes that every recovered person has a chance to return to a normal life, at least, they will be accepted here.
"Take off your hood," said the doctor, "don't worry, I've seen a lot."
The tall man was still silent, but at least he was quite cooperative. He reached out and took off the hood on his head, and then took off the scarf that covered his face.
A face covered with black scabs and residual crystals appeared in front of the doctor. The scars left by the erosion of the crystals spread all the way along the cheeks, and even spread into the collar.
"...It's lucky that you survived," the young doctor looked at the scars and crystals for a moment, then shook his head slightly sighing and said, "But don't worry, there are still many people like you here—the crystal cluster pollution left Tens of thousands of infected people, but this land still welcomes you - this is your number plate."
The young doctor handed a metal plate pressed by a machine to the "healed person" in front of him. The metal plate flashed with fine grid lines and a striking number—32.
"Number thirty-two..." The tall man read out the number above in a low voice, his voice was hoarse, with the trauma left by the crystallized infection.
"You can put your name on the back or you don't - a lot of recovered people give themselves new names and you can do that too. But the statistics department only recognizes your number, which is the same for everyone. "
The tall man didn't respond, but asked hoarsely after a moment of silence: "When do I go to work?"
"Don't worry, someone will take you to the place where you work tomorrow morning," the young doctor laughed. "Before that, you can familiarize yourself with this place and the atmosphere—"
The roar of the machine came from outside the window along with the cries of the workers.
The tall, silent man looked out the window and saw a large vehicle covered with tarpaulins parked on the open ground. Workers were working together to carry the sacks unloaded from the vehicle. Young officials in uniform stood beside them, talking with The team leader talked, and among the unloading workers, there were both healthy ordinary people and healers with scars and crystal remnants on their bodies.
The doctor stood up from behind the desk and came to the window: "Welcome to the Red Maple Reconstruction Area, everything will be fine—just like this land, everything will eventually be rebuilt."
Another large truck covered with tarpaulin drove into the camp area. The warmer wind swept over the flagpole on the square and blew the straps on the side of the truck to fix the tarpaulin. More builders rushed up and cooperated skillfully. Carefully carry the wooden boxes and sacks unloaded from the car.
"This is the last batch of food that can be raised in the western region," the team leader looked at the last truck and said to the young officials beside him, "I hope this can help you."
"It's enough," the young government official in a coat nodded, "the supplies in reserve are enough for us to last until the harvest season, and we will definitely resume production before then."
The team captain with strong arms and a beard looked forward with emotion, looking at those people who were mixed with ordinary people and still had traces of crystal cluster infection on their bodies: "Infected people have a hard time in other areas. When crossing the border, I saw that there were still villages driving the infected into the wilderness... "
"Here they are called 'healers'. This is an order from their superiors," said the young official. "The evil force entrenched in the land has been eradicated, and the infection is no longer possible to spread. Changing a name is changing people's thinking." The first step. Of course, we also understand the fear and hostility of ordinary people towards 'drusses', so if you meet the recovered people in the border area again, you can let them come here, and every reconstruction camp here will accept them, We always welcome more labor."
"I'll convey it on your behalf—they have doubts about the propaganda station of the Government Affairs Office, but an ordinary person returning from the reconstruction area should be able to gain their trust," the team captain laughed, but his eyes swept over the The trucks parked in the open space swept past the reconstruction personnel gathered from all over the place, and couldn't help sighing softly, "This is really incredible..."
"What's incredible?"
"These people, and these things... The entire empire is running just to rebuild this plain... In the Ansu era, who dared to imagine such a thing?" The team captain sighed and shook his head slightly, "This is what His Majesty said The 'new order' bar…”
The young government affairs official did not respond, but just looked into the distance thoughtfully, his eyes seemed to pass through the wall of the reconstruction camp, across the vast undulating wilderness plain...
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The blue flag on the wall of Solinburg was fluttering and unfurling in the wind. The wind seemed to bring the breath of revitalized vegetation. There were hurried footsteps in the long corridor of the research center, and a gray-haired druid walked quickly. Walking through the long corridor, holding a roll of materials in his hand: "Number No. 3 neutralizer is effective! No. 3 neutralizer is effective!!"
The shouts of the middle-aged druid spread throughout the corridor, the doors of each room opened, and the technicians working in the facility poked their heads out one after another. After a short period of confusion and reaction, the cheers finally began to resound throughout the entire room. corridor.
The wind blows through the courtyard outside the corridor, and the unusually luxuriant flowers and trees in the courtyard are swaying happily in this early spring season, and there is a sound of rustling between the branches and leaves, like applause.
Near the research facility, next to the test land, Norris stood up slowly with the help of his assistant. He heard the sound from the grass and trees, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the giant tree of Thorin. He saw the huge tree The plants are swaying their canopy slightly under the bright sun, and countless branches and leaves are swaying in the wind, which seems to be mixed with whispers.
"Minister, the No. 3 neutralizer has worked," the assistant's voice came from the side, with unconcealable excitement and joy, "In this way, even the most polluted land can be effectively purified. Grain-producing areas can soon be re-cultivated!"
Norris looked at the healthy land in front of him, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the agronomy assistants and druid experts beside him. Nodding his head: "As long as it is useful, as long as it is useful..."
His eyes swept over the exhausted or excited faces, and finally landed on a group of special flower vines in the corner. The old man walked over slowly and stopped in front of the flower vines: "Ms. Bertila, thank you Without your assistance, we would not have been able to find the most effective purification solution so quickly... ”
The flower vines squirmed rattlingly, green leaves and flowers intertwined and growing, a female figure emerged from it, Bertila appeared in front of everyone, with a flat expression: "Don't thank me... In the end, I'm just making up for what we committed ourselves. mistake."
"But the No. 3 neutralizer was completed with your assistance," Norris shook his head slightly, "and without your life-catalyzing power, we would not have been able to complete all the sample tests and tests in just one winter." Comparative analysis."
Bertila listened to Norris's words, there was only peace on his expressionless face.
The poisoner knows how to detoxify, and the Death of Everything that once spread the curse on this land naturally has detailed information about this curse, and as a "miracle creation" that inherited the final legacy of the Death of Everything, she has indeed succeeded Helping the people at Solimborg's research facility find the best way to neutralize crystallization pollution in the soil, only in her own opinion...
This cannot really be called an "honor".
"It's not enough to just find the No. 3 neutralizer. The next difficulty is how to mass produce it as soon as possible," an expert present broke the silence. "It takes time for something to go from the research room to the factory. From raw materials to Products also take time - spring planting will begin soon, and whether or not the heavily polluted areas can resume farming is key to our smooth ride through this difficult period."
"Fortunately, the preparation process of the neutralizer is not complicated. The existing alchemy factories should all have the production conditions. The key is to prepare raw materials and transform the reactor," said another technician. "If San Sunil and Pompeii The alchemy factories in the area started at the same time, so it should be in time."
Bertila listened to people's discussions, and the branches and flowers behind him swayed gently: "If you need me, I can help—the ecological pods growing in my root zone can also be used to synthesize neutralizers, but the efficiency may be higher." Not as good as your factory..."
"Those ecological pods are cultivating the seeds needed for spring plowing, which is equally important to us," Norris interrupted Bertila, "Ms. Bertila, please believe in the power of Cecil Industry, the alchemy factory will solve the next problem." Down production issues."
Afterwards, the old man smiled again: "Of course, if there is a real risk of insufficient production, we will definitely ask you for help in time."
Bertila quietly looked at the old man in front of him, seeing that this man had no extraordinary power, and even his life was coming to an end, yet he led thousands of ordinary people like him and were willing to devote themselves to this battle. The old man who came to reverse a catastrophe by extraordinary people in his career did not speak for a while.
She closed her eyes slightly, her perception spread, and she watched everything on this land.
In this recovery month when the sky and earth are getting warmer, another gust of wind blows across the wild plains in the Sorin region. Continuous waves.
The giant mana obelisk placed on the top of the giant tree of Sorin exudes a faint blue light, floating in the air and running peacefully. It is set in the hub monitoring station at the lower level of the tree trunk, and above the magic net terminal directly connected to the obelisk is emerging from the sky. Greetings from distant sites:
"Luan Junction sends a message to Solin Junction, greetings to compatriots in the reconstruction area - the weather in Luan City is fine today."
Deep underground in the giant tree area, between the winding and huge root system, the former headquarters of the Death of All Things Society has been occupied by vines, roots and modern civilization. The bright magic spar lamp illuminates the gloomy and depressing rooms and In the hall, illuminated by lights, translucent ecological pods are surrounded by luxuriant plants. Inside the light yellow biomass solution, there are a large number of lives wrapped in culture substrates—no longer distorted experimental creatures, nor deadly gods. Evil monster, it is the most common grains and beans, and it is rapidly entering maturity.
It was the fruit of Beltira and the imperial druids' whole winter. It was a successful individual after countless times of catalyzing and cultivating it. It was a seed that could thrive even in lightly polluted areas.
The imperial druids in robes or short robes were busy among the culture containers, observing samples, recording data, screening individuals, quiet and orderly, serious and rigorous.
This made Bertila couldn't help but think of the past, and how those believers of the death of all things were busy in the underground palace in the past.
But everything is distinctly different.
Technology, after all, returned to its proper direction.