The Elven Sentry Post at the border of the wasteland.
If it were not for Solderlin's reminder, Gwen would not have thought of this, even though he did know about the existence of this sentry post.
In fact, when Cecil was still in the Duchy, Gwen had successfully established contact with the Silver Empire at the southern end of the continent for the first time thanks to this sentry post. That was a few years ago.
"The Silver Empire's sentry post is a permanent neutral stronghold. From the distant Gondor era to the Kingdom era after the Second Expansion, this has been recognized by all countries for thousands of years," Solderlin said. "Looking at the current situation, there will be some problems no matter where this important armistice negotiation takes place. Why don't we do it at the Elven Sentry Post in the northwest of the Shadowy Swamp? And on the other hand, the elves are also very suitable witnesses. At least from the perspective of our long lifespan, we are very confident that we can witness a thousand-year-old contract. "
Gwen admitted that he had not considered this idea before, but at this moment, when he heard Solderlin's words, he suddenly felt that it made sense. "… Seven hundred years ago, the Pioneer Act was also signed under the witness of the elves."
"So what do you think?" Solderlin looked at Gwen. "Do you agree?"
Gwen thought for a moment. Half a minute later, he nodded gently. "This is the most suitable plan for now. I personally agree, but this matter does not only need my approval. Send the message to Winter Castle and see if Typhon agrees. Also, we need to contact the Silver Empire and see what Bersetia thinks. "
"I think the Queen would be happy to be a witness," Solderlin said confidently, but he still nodded. "Of course, I will report this to Her Majesty Bersetia."
Gwen nodded, but his serious expression did not relax. Instead, he fell into deep thought again. Amber noticed the change in his expression and could not help but ask, "What's wrong? Do you think there's something wrong? "
Gwen woke up from his thoughts and shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with it, but …"
As he spoke, he looked at the map hanging on the wall not far away from the hall. It was a map that included the entire territory of Typhon and Cecil, as well as some of the countries around the two kingdoms. On the map, the mortal kingdoms were intertwined with each other. Huge empires, scattered kingdoms, and city-states that were attached to the larger kingdoms were clearly marked. Gwen's gaze swept across those old and young names, and his gaze became profound.
"Perhaps … we shouldn't be satisfied with just a truce negotiation …"
"Not just a truce negotiation?" Amber felt a little confused about Gwen's thoughts. She scratched her head and said, "Ah, is it the story you told me before? In the middle of the negotiation, you threw the cup, and then 500 White Knights with power hammers jumped in from the side window and flipped all the tables …"
"Stop, stop, stop …" Gwen's grand plan was disrupted halfway by the half-elf. He hurriedly stopped her and regretted from the bottom of his heart that he should not have taught the Shame of All Things so many dirty words. Of course, he would still do it after he regretted it, but at least at this moment, he really regretted it a little. "I shouldn't have taught you all this nonsense … I almost messed up my train of thought."
Amber did not care at all. "So what do you mean?"
"We have resisted a divine calamity," Gawain's years of experience from his ancestors came in handy, and he quickly regained his serious look. He spoke slowly as his messy thoughts were quickly sorted out. "Two human empires used the power of the whole country to confront it head-on, and our enemy is a real, crazy god who has descended to the human world. This matter should be a major point in the history of all mortals. It should not just be a 'result' of the war between the two human kingdoms of Typhon and Cecil."
Amber blinked and did not seem to understand what Gwen meant. But Solderlin vaguely grasped Gwen's train of thought. "You want to … use this divine calamity to promote the 'Disobedience' plan all over the world?"
"No, we can't directly promote the Disobedience plan. For the people in the world who don't know the truth, this plan is too radical. The terrible truth behind it will scare away many potential allies." Gwen shook his head. "But we can use this opportunity to make the countries on the continent more aware of the crisis, let more people unite, and let more people be prepared. The fall of the God of War will soon have an impact. The corresponding divine spells will fail, the related Soul Steel Seal will disappear, and the countries will soon realize the loss of the God of War's throne. So this divine calamity itself cannot be hidden, so we might as well make it public."
"… To be honest, for many people, the impact of this matter is probably not less than that of the Disobedience plan." Solderlin smiled bitterly and sighed. "But I still agree with your point of view. We should make it a bigger deal."
"We need to prepare for two meetings." Gwen nodded. "One is the armistice agreement between us and Typhon, and the other … we need to invite as many allies as possible. We need to establish a new international order and international relations that will unite everyone. Of course, it's still too early to talk about this, but I think we can get ready to start."
Gwen explained his thoughts in detail, and what he told Solderlin now was not a spur of the moment. He had this idea a long time ago and had even discussed it with Heti and the others in detail several times.
In his view, this world was not a gentle and bright paradise. The existence of the Calamity of Gods, the Black Pit, and the Demonic Tide was a calamity to mortals at any stage of history. Even as a Legendary champion and a king of a country, he would still tremble in fear living in such a world, not to mention the ordinary people of this world.
In the face of this unfriendly world, Gwen never thought of himself as strong. On the contrary, he frankly admitted that he was weak, and even the weakness of the entire mortal community. It was because of this that he valued the development of society as a whole and the survival of the entire mortal community in the face of disaster. When a disaster like the Demonic Tide came, the survival of a few champions or lucky ones would be meaningless. Only the survival of the civilization could be counted as a group of mortals living.
This was the awareness that he had when he led a group of refugees to set up their first tent by the White Water River. Until today, this heart of his had not changed.
And in order to realize his overly huge 'ambition', he had to push his ideal order to the entire world. Once, such an idea was arrogant and naive, but now, he had seen the opportunity to take the first step.
Gwen looked up and looked to the northeast. Through a window in the corner of the hall, the snowy peaks of the Winter Fort Mountains were vaguely in his sight. "Now, it's up to our 'neighbors' to see if they are willing to welcome this new era with us."
…
The destruction caused by the flames of war was appalling. Even the towering and sturdy mountaintop fortress was devastated after this disaster.
The white ice crystal walls were scorched black, and the towers and flags around the castle had collapsed. The towering Winter Fort still stood on the mountain, but a quarter of the fortress structure had been destroyed in the previous explosion. The remaining three quarters were shivering in the cold wind. Between the ruined courtyard and the collapsing corridors and pillars, dust-covered mages were busy repairing the place.
They were trying their best to prevent the fortress from collapsing any further. They were also trying to use magic to reinforce and repair the damaged walls and main buildings. Due to the massive energy interference that permeated the entire Winter Castle Fortress, the mages could not concentrate. The repair work was not going well, but at least for now, the main hall of the fortress and the surrounding corridors were safe.
The head maid with black hair and a black dress walked in the cracked and dusty corridor. Her short heeled boots made crisp footsteps on the stone floor. Despite the mess around her, she was still as graceful and calm as if she was walking in the Obsidian Palace. Her delicate face hid all the changes of expression, just like it had been for many years. No one could guess from the face of the head maid, Diana, who had been loyal to the Augustus family for hundreds of years, what was in the mind of the lady who had been loyal to the Augustus family for hundreds of years.
After passing through the foyer and corridor, and two small empty rooms, she came to the freshly cleaned living room. Rosetta Augustus was sitting on a chair with a dark red cushion, seemingly thinking about something.
"Master," Diana walked to Rosetta the Great. "I'm back."
"Welcome back. You've worked hard." Rosetta looked at the black-haired maid and nodded slightly. "It seems that Cecil's people did not make things difficult for you."
Diana folded her hands in front of her waist and said meticulously, "Gwen Cecil is a reasonable man, and his officers abide by the rules."
Rosetta looked into Diana's eyes. "Tell me about your experience with Cecil's people. Is there anything worth reporting?"
There seemed to be a glimmer of light in Diana's eyes. She opened her mouth, but hesitated at the last moment before speaking. This brief hesitation surprised Rosetta. Ever since he could remember, he had never seen the "Lady of Steel" show such a "hesitant" reaction!
But after a moment, Diana still spoke. "Beside Gwen Cecil, there are 'survivors' from the ancient Gondor era who have survived to the present."
"… It's not surprising." Rosetta gently knocked on the table and said with a natural expression. "Based on the information we have so far, there is at least one great wizard from the Gondor era among Cecil's technicians. As a pioneering hero who was resurrected from 700 years ago, Gwen Cecil himself is even a Gondor survivor. He has more Gondor heritage in his hands than anyone else.
"But … since you mention this, I guess the Gondor survivor who appeared beside Gwen is not an ordinary person, right?"
"… Ophelia Norton," Diana said. "She is a member of the royal family in the Gondor era, the head of the Ironmen, one of the leaders of the rebels, and a cutting-edge technician. Her current name is Veronica Moen, and her identity is the princess of the old Ansu. This is some kind of soul immortality technology, but I lack the relevant details in my database. "
Rosetta's gently tapping on the table stopped. He sat there with a blank expression, and for the next few seconds, he was motionless like a black iron sculpture.
"Master?" Diana looked at him. "What do you think?"
Rosetta's fingers finally fell on the table. He sighed with a subtle expression. "To be honest … I'm beginning to envy our neighbor."
Diana thought for a moment and reminded him. "You said something similar before."
"But this time is different." Rosetta shook his head. "I'm not only envious of the resources in Gwen Cecil's hands, but I'm more envious of his keen thinking and perspective. These characteristics always make the best use of the resources in his hands."
There was a trace of confusion in Diana's expression. "Why do you say that?"
"You've just come back, so the news is a little behind," Rosetta said, picking up a copied document from the table and handing it to Diana. "Before you stepped into the castle, Cecil's people sent us this through the temporary communication line."
Diana took the document curiously and scanned the contents in an instant. Rosetta then said, "In addition to the armistice agreement, Gwen Cecil also mentioned another thing, which is to 'propose the establishment of a common union of mortal countries.' He hopes to use this war that has attracted the attention of the whole continent to reveal the threat of the divine calamity, and use the influence of Cecil and Typhon in their respective settlement areas to establish a huge … order that spans the whole continent. "
"… An ambitious idea." Diana put down the document and commented pertinently. "But at this point in time, it is possible to realize. Although according to my calculations, not all countries will respond to his call, as long as some countries are willing to join, this' union 'will have the power to shock the world. For those countries far away from the war, the threat of the divine calamity may not be so clear, but the economic benefits of joining this union are obvious. "
"Yes, obviously, and Cecil's economic skills have always been superb," Rosetta said. "They will certainly make good use of their strengths in this area."
Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled and shook his head. "While many people's minds are still stuck in the idea of conquering cities and occupying territories, he has already begun to plan a new set of order for the world."
"So what do you think?" Diana looked up and quietly watched Rosetta's reaction.
"… He said that he is not an idealist, but now he has placed an ideal vision in front of me. I want to face this' invitation 'with absolute rationality, but unfortunately, this world is not completely rational …" Rosetta sighed softly, or perhaps he was admiring. "Sometimes we need to take risks to face the challenges of the future. I accept this invitation."
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