The giant eagle flew across the sky at the edge of the wasteland, taking in everything that was happening on the ground. In Azmol's eyes, everything that was happening on the polluted land was almost the same as what he remembered. The Great Wall was still blocking the destructive border, the polluted land and mutated forests were like scars of this world creeping on the territory of the ancient empire, the radiance of the energy barrier was reflected in the clouds in the distance like a wall of light that pierced the sky and the earth, and the civilized world … the civilized world was still on the other side of the mountains.
But when he focused more on the eagle's vision, things that had never appeared in his memory came into his sight.
He saw a 'line' of scattered lights passing through the Dark Forest and the belt plains at the edge of the Great Wall. The starting point of the line was at the southern foot of the Gloom Mountains, where there were more lights, large tracts of land, and a fortress hidden between the rocks and the woods. The end of the line almost extended to the foot of the Great Wall, and it gave the feeling that it was still moving forward, still tenaciously pushing forward.
It was a road, a road that was passing through the polluted land, approaching the wasteland of Gondor, and the road was under construction.
Azmor was a little surprised. He subconsciously controlled the giant eagle to fly a little higher and tried to look further. His sudden move made the Royal Eagle Cavalry, who were escorting him, nervous. Several giant eagles flew higher and let out a sharp and loud cry. The Knight on the eagle's back also nervously held the reins, the golden pointed helmets on their heads shimmering under the setting sun.
"Don't be so nervous, young people." Azmor could not help but laugh and said softly, "I'm just an old man with one foot in the grave."
"Please don't do such a sudden move in the sky, Master Azmor." The voice of the leader of the Eagle Cavalry came from the magic device on his clothes. It was a young man. "We are thinking of your safety."
Azmor just smiled and did not argue with the young warrior. When he first rode the giant eagle to travel the continent, the Morning Star Queen was still a child. He had passed through storms, mountains, and the vast battlefield between the human ancestors and the dark sub-species. He had also been a distinguished guest of the humans and the orcs, spreading the gospel of the God of Nature in various palaces. He had faced more dangers and hardships than all the Eagle Knight here combined.
They were just worried that a 'dangerous person' like him would do something that crossed the line.
Of course, the riders were also worried about his safety. They were more worried than ever. At least before they arrived at their destination, no one in the team wanted anything to happen to him. For the past three thousand years, the Morningstar family and the 'orthodox church' they represented had been looking forward to seeing him die of old age. However, from the day they set off on this journey, they had hoped that 'Great Druid Azmor' could live to the end.
Azmor shook his head and lowered his body slightly on the back of the giant eagle. The psychic creature sensed his thoughts. With a loud chirp, a wider land appeared in Azmor's mind. He looked at the vision that was far beyond the limits of human and elf vision. His eyes extended to the east of the Dark Mountain Range and extended along the edge of the Great Wall. Finally, he saw more lights.
It was another road that led through the polluted area of the Dark Forest. It was at the end of the giant eagle's line of sight and was almost completely blocked by the trees. If not for the dim light at dusk, Azmor would not have noticed the faint light rising from the treetops.
The old ancient Druil finally could not help but take a deep breath and said softly, "The Ansu and Typhon have finally begun to counterattack the wasteland …"
"Master, the Ansu is history." Another young female voice sounded from the communication device. "Now the human empire in the north is Cecil. The founder is Gwen Cecil, the pioneer who came back from the dead."
"Ah, the Cecil Empire … I know, I just forgot," Azmor said faintly with a smile on his face. "The pioneer who came back from the dead … I have heard of the name Gwen Cecil, and I have also heard of his deeds. But, Bersetia, do you really think a human can come back from the dead after resting for 700 years?"
Queen Bersetia's voice came from the communication device. It was as gentle as the wind of nature but unquestionable. "Yes, I think so. Master Azmor, look at the road that leads to the wasteland below you. Don't you think so?"
Azmor did not say anything. He just silently looked at the artificial lights that stubbornly illuminated the road in the Dark Forest. It was as if he was looking at the pioneers 700 years ago, the Gondor people 1,000 years ago, and even the human ancestors and elven preachers 3,000 years ago. After a long silence, he softly broke the silence. "… He can also come back from the dead …"
"… That's good," Bersetia said with a smile. "Master Azmor, please sit tight. After crossing the Dark Mountain Range, we will have to lower our altitude."
…
As dusk came, the patrol and survey teams on the outskirts of the forward base began to return to the safe zone. As the last armed survey vehicle drove into the base, the steel-framed gate closed. Only the patrolling soldiers and the slowly rotating searchlights on the top of the sentry towers were still vigilantly watching the dark, gloomy, and dirty plains in the distance, quietly waiting for the night to come.
The great architect, Bruce Rock, climbed up the outer wall of the base using the iron escalator. The thick steel plates and the steel-framed frame creaked under his feet. There seemed to be a never-ending wind on the plains. The wind carried the stench of decay from afar, whistling through the gaps between the walls. Occasionally, there would be a hair-raising, sharp whistle. However, such sounds were nothing out of the ordinary for the soldiers who had been stationed in the forward base for a long time.
Bruce Rock crossed a short connecting wall. There were many protruding arc-shaped structures on the outside of the wall in front of him. Inside the arc-shaped armor plates were the latest Justice II Orbital Accelerator Cannon and Empire-Ii Arcane Torrent Generator. The shiny muzzles and reliable focus structures of these 'big babies' always brought an extra sense of security to those who lived on the edge of the wasteland. In a place where even the sludge monsters did not want to stay, such a sense of security was indeed very important.
The great architect came to a sentry post on the wall. Two sentries stood in the steel protective shed, watching the situation outside as they saluted him. "Greetings, Great Architect!"
Bruce nodded to the sentries and asked curiously, "How long have you been here?"
"We have just changed our guard," one of the sentries replied. His eyes did not leave the wall as he spoke. "It has been less than half an hour …"
Bruce quickly waved his hand. "No, I mean how long have you been stationed in this base?"
The other sentinel thought for a moment and smiled. His teeth looked exceptionally white against his slightly dark skin. "It has been almost a year. The two of us are the second batch to be sent to this base. Our captain is two years older than us. "
Bruce nodded and looked inside the wall. The gray barracks and garages for the tanks, the energy station that maintained the operation of the base, the water purification facilities, and the magic obelisk in the center of the base came into his sight.
Eighty percent of these facilities were designed by him back then.
This forward base was originally built to repair the Great Wall. After the completion of that great project, all the forward bases were preserved and operated to this day. Some of the soldiers in the forward bases had been rotated, but a few veterans and commanders had extended their stay and were still serving in this land that was beyond the borders of civilization to this day.
Thanks to the existence of the supply line in the Black Forest and the logistical support provided by the Defiant Fortress and the South Gate Fortress, the forward bases in the depths of the polluted area were not in a bad situation. The real challenge they faced was the harsh environment near the Magnificent Wall, and the mutated monsters and hungry beasts that often wandered in the polluted area. Sometimes, they even had to deal with the aberrations that suddenly appeared near the base of the energy barrier.
Ever since the restoration of the Magnificent Wall was completed, the number of Aberrations wandering outside the wall was very rare. However, due to the power limitations of the Sentry Towers and the special "generation mechanism" of the Aberrations, the monsters wandering outside the wall had never stopped. According to Bruce's information, the frontline base would fight with the Aberrations almost every month. Fortunately, with the help of modern weapons and shields, the small-scale wandering monsters would not be able to break through the frontline defense line of the frontline soldiers.
"Great Architect." The voice of one of the sentries suddenly came from the side, interrupting Bruce's contemplation. The young soldier had a curious look on his face. "The railway you mentioned … When will it be built here?"
Bruce was startled for a moment. A moment later, he smiled and patted the young soldier on the arm. "It's a military secret, young man."
"Ah … I'm sorry!" The soldier immediately realized his slip of the tongue. He straightened up and said with a serious face, "I'm —"
"Don't be nervous. I know many soldiers are paying attention to this news," Bruce said with a smile. "That's why I personally led the engineers along this road to inspect each forward base. Adequate preparation is the primary condition to ensure that the follow-up project can be carried out smoothly. Don't worry, this project is a major event that His Majesty is personally concerned about. It will not be slow. "
The sentries relaxed and a look of anticipation appeared on their faces. "When the railway is built, our war fortress will push forward. Can we really counterattack the wasteland by then?"
"Of course, if it's not for the counterattack, why would His Majesty invest so much power here?" Bruce said with certainty. Just as he was about to say something else, a faint chirp suddenly pierced through the clouds in the sky, across the distance, and rang in his ears. The great architect, who had a keen sense of hearing due to his dwarf blood, subconsciously looked towards the direction of the sound. In the dusk, he saw some faint black dots that seemed to be flying across the sky in the direction of the Gloom Mountain Range.
After taking a closer look, the great architect frowned curiously. "Looks like the giant eagles of the elves?"
"Are those the giant eagles of the elves?" The two sentries finally noticed the movement in the sky. They poked their heads out and used the detection lens with the eagle eye spell to confirm. One of them was a little surprised. "They are flying close to the border of the wasteland … How bold."
"They are the ones who built the Great Wall. They know very well where the border of the safe zone is." Bruce was not surprised. He was just a little curious about the appearance of the elves. "But a group of giant eagles of this scale … Looks like they are not to be trifled with. Most likely, they are His Majesty's guests. "
The great architect shook his head. This was not something he should be concerned about. But at this moment, a sudden sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away and interrupted his thoughts.
A warrior ran up the wall and saluted in front of Bruce. "Great Architect! Please go to the communication room. It's a message from the South Gate Fortress. "
"Okay, I'm on my way." Bruce's face turned serious. He then quickly bade farewell to the two sentries on the wall and ran towards the ladder not far away.
The communications room was located near the center of the forward base, beside the towering magical obelisk. There was a row of barracks and two warehouses in between, but Brosnan's footsteps were quick and vigorous. Soon, he arrived at the room where the Mana Net terminal was located. The arcanotech device in the center of the room had been activated. A faint light was flashing above the crystal, and the face of the Great Architect Gordon appeared in the middle of the communications interface.
"Bruce, I hope I didn't interrupt your work," Gordon immediately said when he saw Bruce appear. "I just received an order from the Imperial Capital."
"Not at all. Today's data collection and work plan is complete," Bruce said casually. His expression became very serious. "An order from the Imperial Capital? What happened? "
"Nothing much. It's a new mission that requires us to complete at the same time as the construction of the railway. Don't worry, the mission itself is not difficult. The only thing that needs to be done is to ensure quality and quantity, and it must not be delayed. "
Gordon said solemnly in the communication interface. As he spoke, the printing device on the table that was connected to the magic network terminal began to operate on its own. Amid the slight grinding sound of gears and connecting rods, sheets of printing paper were spat out from the output port one after another.
"Have you seen the information I sent over? There's something you need to know. "
Bruce stepped forward curiously and picked up the documents. A mission book with a lot of drawings and parameter descriptions appeared in front of him. This was very professional information, but for a great architect who had even built the Wall of Grandeur, it was very easy for him to understand the things on it.
"A large-scale biomass processing center … pre-buried fission pool … and an underground bunker reserved for the servo brain storage tank?" Bruce gradually showed a surprised look. "What is this for? Are we going to push the biological factory into the wasteland as well? "
"Don't ask me. I don't know." Gordon shrugged. "Since this is an order from the Imperial Capital, we should carry it out seriously."
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