The cold winter had come to an end, but the thick fog still shrouded Oldenheim for a long time. The undulating fog had obscured the capital of Typhon, which was known as the Millennium City. The towering spires and rows of rooftops had all turned into strange silhouettes and illusions in the fog. Rosetta Augustus stood at the top of the Obsidian Palace and looked down at the city. The thick fog in front of him reminded him of the war that was gradually spreading to the entire civilized world.
The war would not end soon. After the initial bloody battle and the crisis that almost got out of control, the territory of the civilized world and the wasteland border gradually entered a kind of stalemate. On the long front around the ancient Kingdom of Gondor, the two forces of order and chaos were deeply entangled. There were no signs of great changes in the situation. Now that the winter was coming to an end, the battle on the border would probably turn white-hot again with the arrival of the Month of Recovery.
But in such a stalemate, the scholars of the Cecil Empire seemed to have found a way to end everything.
"A wall that runs through the wasteland of Gondor …" the ruler of the Typhon Empire said in a low voice as if he was talking to himself. "Diana, what do you think of this matter?"
As Rosetta's voice trailed off, a tall figure suddenly emerged from the darkness beside him. It was the black-haired maid who had served the Augustus family for centuries. Her eyelids drooped and her voice was soft and respectful. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. My knowledge is not enough to solve this problem. My understanding of the wasteland is no more than that of the average human scholar, and I can't judge whether the theoretical model proposed by the scholar Cecil is correct or not."
"This model … is mostly correct. Its main proponent is Lady Tower. We all know the true identity of the lady," Rosetta said solemnly. "The key is, what is the success rate of building the wall? According to the information from Cecil City, we need to build at least two walls that run through the wasteland from the north and the south, as well as from the east and west, to stop the operation of the Realm of Chaos. For the Alliance countries that have just recovered from the large-scale attack of the aberrations, this is an extremely difficult task. The group of dark priests and the sentinels behind them will not sit back and watch us do this …"
"That's true." Diana nodded gently. "Let's not talk about the dark priests for now. The sentinels behind them have the knowledge of the Voyager. They will quickly realize the Alliance's intention after we start to build the wall. As we go deeper into the wasteland, the pressure we will face will certainly increase."
"But if the theoretical model proposed by Lady Tower is correct, then this is the only way to end this disaster," Rosetta said in a low voice. "And from the beginning, the ultimate goal of the Alliance's counterattack plan is to recover the ancient Gondor country and penetrate the contaminated wasteland. You should know very well that we have never given up this plan."
"So, you have actually made up your mind," Diana said calmly. "But you need a stronger reason to support your decision."
"Today's Typhon Empire does not have the capital to make a second mistake. We need to use the power of the whole country to support this plan. Just like Gwen Cecil often said, there is no turning back. This means that I have to carefully consider whether this plan is worth our gamble. And there is a more important point: now most of the Alliance countries are struggling to maintain their frontlines. The only countries that can advance into the wasteland are us and Cecil. Once we start to build the wall into the wasteland, all the pressure will be focused on us. How much help can the other Alliance countries provide us in this situation? This is a complete unknown … "
"You don't want to bet the fate of Typhon," Diana looked into Rosetta Augustus' eyes and said frankly and calmly. "This is a logical judgment. So, do you want to hear my opinion?"
"We need it more than ever."
"Seven hundred years ago, when the Deep Blue Well exploded, we were not even qualified to bet," Diana said slowly. "Your Majesty, we may not always have the opportunity to choose the 'best plan.' In other words, when there is no other choice, the only path we can choose is the best plan."
"Connect me to Cecil." Rosetta pondered for a long time and finally sighed softly. "I want to talk to Gwen Cecil directly."
…
The light from the magic crystal lamps illuminated the deep and long corridors in the border fortress of the elves, Fabooti. Tall, narrow windows with exquisite decorations were embedded at the top of the corridor walls, and the dim light outside could be faintly seen. The Silver Queen, Bersetia, with her blonde hair draped over her shoulders, walked quickly through the corridor, and the crisp sound of her heels hitting the stone floor could be heard.
Maid Irene followed the queen step by step, keeping a slightly bowed posture. She walked quickly and said in a low voice, "We successfully defeated the army of mutants that besieged Greta Fortress, but the southern highland of Greta Fortress fell temporarily and was occupied for more than four hours. Now the mages are checking the remaining traces to see if the monsters have dropped rune stones near the highland."
Bersethia did not turn her head. "Is there a natural magic focus there? Is there a legend about the forest spirits or supernatural phenomena? "
"Yes, there is a very powerful natural magic focus in the southern highland. Half of the magic towers in Greta Fortress rely on magic from that focus to operate automatically."
"Then let's assume that the monsters have succeeded. This kind of post-mortem investigation is of limited significance. No, let the mages continue to investigate. Perhaps they will find valuable clues." Bersethia spoke quickly. "How is King Aldris?"
Irene immediately replied, "The king is injured, but his life is not in danger. He has now returned to Gaoshan City to recuperate. Prince Lorraine and Ranger General Karl have taken over the defense of Greta Fortress. The Kingdom of Kaolin has sent more troops to Greta Fortress. We have also sent a Millennial Legion to support them. There should be no problem there."
"It shouldn't be a problem. The key to the problem is the source of the Aberrations. Their number is more than expected, and their route is disturbing." Bersetia frowned. "Do you remember the news from the scouts in the northwest? A large number of mutants have been found on the northwest border of the Kingdom of Kaolin. But there is no gap in the Great Wall in that direction. "
Irene's footsteps paused subconsciously. Her expression became gloomy. "You mean …"
"That is the western army that originally attacked the Augulay tribal country. We have received information that an expeditionary force of the Cecil Empire has entered Augulay and stopped the mutants in the western front." Bersethia glanced at her maid and said with a serious expression. "Now it seems that the information is correct. And … the mutant army that originally attacked the Augulay tribal country has begun to move south."
Irene's eyes slowly widened. She followed Bersetia's footsteps and seemed to want to say something, but in the next second, she noticed that the Silver Queen's footsteps suddenly slowed down, and the expression on her face changed slightly.
"Your Majesty?" Irene asked subconsciously. "What happened?"
"Irene, dismiss the servants." Bersethia's expression was slightly serious. She whispered quickly in a low voice. "Come with me to the next room."
Irene was stunned for a moment and quickly reacted. She immediately ordered the attendants and guards to leave. Then she walked with the Silver Queen to the nearest wooden door. It was an empty room next to the corridor, which should be full of miscellaneous things.
However, when Bersethia came to the old and mottled wooden door, her expression instantly became very solemn. She adjusted her breath and nodded solemnly to her maid. "Okay, open the door."
Irene took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gently pushed the seemingly ordinary wooden door. With a soft creak, the door opened. But there was no room behind the door, and there was no trace of the Fabuti Fortress.
It was an unusually wide open space in the forest. It had appeared behind an ordinary door in Fabuti Fortress in a strange way that defied common sense. There was a fresh and gentle breeze blowing in his face, mixed with the fresh smell of soil and grass. There were also countless towering ancient trees surrounding the open space, making the sky in the distance appear bright and fragmented between the treetops.
Elaine and Bersetia took a step forward and crossed the "barrier" formed by the door. They stepped onto the soft grass, and at the same time, a rustling sound came from the nearby forest. It was as if a huge body was passing through the plants and was about to appear in front of the two elven master and servant.
Bersethia was not surprised at all. She was already familiar with what would happen next. She adjusted her expression and looked in the direction of the sound. The next second, a huge body shrouded in holy white light appeared in her sight. Amoun the giant deer walked through the forest path and gracefully stepped into the open space in the forest. He nodded slightly to Bersethia and Irene. "I'm glad to see that you are safe. I'm here again."
"Hello, Mr. Amoun," Bersethia immediately greeted him politely. This former god was now a "messenger" between the north and south of the continent. His existence was of great significance to the Silver Empire, who was supporting the situation on the southern front. But after greeting him, she immediately noticed that the holy giant deer seemed to be slightly different from the last time they met. "Ah, you seem to be … a little smaller?"
She was sure that she was not mistaken. Although Amoun still had a huge body today, he was definitely smaller than the last time they met. It seemed a little strange to pay attention to this kind of thing at this time, but she could not help but ask.
"Ah, this is a little intentional adjustment," Amoun looked down at himself and casually explained. "What you see is my avatar, and I've been trying to change the form of my avatar recently. Don't worry about it."
Bersethia actually wanted to ask why Hao Ren suddenly did these things, but she felt that this was not the right time, so she forced herself to divert her attention. She put on a serious expression and asked, "Do you have any important information to pass on this time?"
"Yes, but first I want to know the situation on the southern front." Amoun lowered his neck. "How is the situation here?"
"… The defensive line is still stable, but I have to say that the situation is not very good, and it may deteriorate at any time," Bersethia said frankly after hesitating for less than a second. "Greta Fortress on the northwest border of the Kingdom of Kaolin has just suffered a far more ferocious attack than expected. A large number of mutants are surging from the north. We paid a heavy price to destroy them, and this may just be the beginning."
Amoun's tone suddenly changed. "A large number of mutants surging from the north?"
"Yes, we think it should be the army of mutants that attacked the western front," Bersethia said. "Those monsters have recovered after a short collapse, and now … they are heading south."
"… This is important information," Amoun said in a low voice, and then his tone changed. "That also means … the pressure on the southern front is about to increase rapidly."
"Yes, this is a foreseeable change."
"… If the pressure on the Western Front subsides, the Western Expeditionary Army and the Dawn of the Dawn of the Dawn should be able to free up their combat power to move to the Southern Front. The imperial fleet led by the Winter will also enter the Holy River in the near future to provide support to the northwestern border of the Kingdom of Kaolin," Ah Mo 'en said after a brief pondering. Although this sounded like a consolation, it was very necessary for the Silver Queen at this moment. Then, he paused for a moment before continuing, "In addition, I'm here to deliver a plan from the Cecil Empire, a plan jointly formulated by Gawain Cecil and the' Master of All Spells' Milmina."
"Uncle Gwen and … the Goddess of Magic?" Bersethia could not hide her astonishment. "What do they want to do?"
"Permanently terminate the 'operation' of the wasteland," Amoun said word by word. "Completely end this disaster."
Perhaps it was because what he said was too shocking, or perhaps it was because after centuries of exploration and hard work, the Silver Queen could not believe that this moment would appear before her eyes. She subconsciously asked, "… Is this true?" What are they going to do? "
"Yes, Mirmina has found the wasteland and the mechanism behind the existence of the mutants. I have brought this part of the detailed information. You can study it with your scholar consultants later. As for the specific plan, we need to build at least two 'blocking walls' in the wasteland to stop the energy cycle in the realm of Chaos. The most critical part of these 'blocking walls' is the purification technology that the Silver Empire provided to the mainland countries.
"Now, in the Alliance, only Cecil, Typhon, and the original provider of this technology, the Silver Empire have the ability to mass-produce purification devices."
As Amoun's voice trailed off, the clearing in the woods became quiet for a moment. A few seconds later, Bersethia said with a complicated expression, "Indeed, we still have many working production lines that can produce purification devices. But with the current situation on the southern front … even if the purification devices are produced, I am afraid we have no spare energy to send them into the wasteland, let alone to resist the counterattack of the dark high priest."
(End of Chapter)
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