Gwen had two perspectives overlooking the planet from outer space.
One was the "satellite vision" that came with him after he transmigrated, which originated from a synchronous satellite orbiting near the equator. Its view was limited to a small area around the Lolun Continent and the mainland. The second was the overlooking view of the Firmament Space Station that he obtained through a loophole in the authorization system. Strictly speaking, the Firmament Space Station's system was even worse than the synchronous satellite. Due to the same disrepair and the collision of Amoun's iron head three thousand years ago, the Firmament Space Station was currently in a state of serious damage. Most of the rings were out, and the monitoring system was jammed. Gwen only had a section of the ring camera that could be used.
However, due to the huge scale of the Firmament Space Station and its special monitoring position, he could still see some things that the satellite could not see when he looked down at the earth. For example, the large sea in the southwest of the Lolun Continent.
In space, an inconspicuous light on the huge orbiting space station lit up. In the inner orbit of the Lolun Continent, several monitoring devices slid out of the protective capsule and moved quickly along the guide rails to adjust the focus. The ancient sensor unit operated silently in space, collecting information on the planet's surface. On the ground, Gwen was highly focused. While slowly adjusting the ground monitoring mechanism in the inner orbit of the space station, endless conjectures and ideas emerged in his mind. His brainstorming continued until the image in his mind gradually became clear. At the edge of his vision, the shadow of the Winter and other capital ships appeared near the base of the orbital elevator.
Gwen was stunned and "rubbed his eyes" in his mind. The optical sensor on the Firmament Space Station also zoomed in. At the limit of this angle of view, the orbital elevator from space to the planet's surface became clearer than before. After repeatedly zooming in several times, the image of the sea surface that Gwen observed also became clearer than before: it was the Winter.
He recognized the ship's unique multiple fins and the weapon deck equipped with a giant rainbow generator. Wasn't the fleet behind the ship the Imperial Expedition Fleet that he had lost?
"What the hell … How did it get there?" Gwen muttered in his mind, "This doesn't make sense … The distance between the Aldo Estuary and the elevator can't be explained by a storm, and this location …"
But no matter how much he nagged, the truth was right in front of him: the missing imperial fleet had been found, and it was now right under his nose (in the physical sense).
After a brief moment of shock, Gwen accepted the fact. Then, he thought of the series of system prompts that he heard in his mind. He was just confused before, but now he vaguely guessed the truth: Byron did not waste time in a daze after getting lost. They had sent an exploration team to the orbital elevator, and the landing and contact of the explorers had triggered a system left behind by the navigator. This system was connected to the Firmament Station, and a series of prompts were sent to Gwen.
Judging from the content of the prompts, the navigator had obviously left a set of "standard procedures" in the Firmament Station to deal with such incidents. This might also be the difference between the two orbital elevators and the "industrial tower" of Tarlonde. However, Gwen did not know the specific content of this procedure. What would happen next? How would the orbital elevator deal with unauthorized contacts? Would the approach of the Winter be seen as a threat by the tower? And most importantly … How was he supposed to contact Byron, who was floating right under his nose?
In the dark virtual space formed by the connection to the Firmament Station, Gwen pondered for a few minutes and found that he was completely at a loss. He searched the system but did not find any loudspeakers near the orbital elevator, nor did he find any air-ground communication microphone in the system.
It seemed that all he could do was watch from above. He watched as Byron's exploration team poked around the elevator, hoping that they wouldn't seek death. But then he thought about it. Back in the day, the original elves also got lost and ended up near the elevator. They did seek death quite badly back then, but in the end, they only mutated a little before being released by the Navigator System. Thinking about it this way … perhaps he didn't need to worry too much, perhaps …
Gwen's thoughts drifted uncontrollably. He could not help but wonder what would happen if the exploration team sent by Byron really died. The original elves became a bunch of subspecies such as Silver Elves, Gray Elves, and Sea Elves when they climbed the tower. If Byron's fleet turned into a ship of beast-eared muscular men when they returned, that would be f * cking f * cking f * cking bad luck … How would he explain it to Pea?
With a head full of crazy thoughts, Gwen frowned and continued to pay attention to the scene sent back by the monitoring system. He watched his imperial fleet floating beside the steel island …
…
"This thing is glowing!!!"
For a moment, Lady Kassandra's scream resounded through the communication channel. The siren's unique piercing voice almost broke Byron's eardrums. But soon, Kassandra calmed down because she found that the metal ring wall in front of her did not seem to have changed other than glowing.
The sea breeze was still gentle, and the sun was still shining. The three salted fish on the shore looked at each other with their eyes wide open. The steam evaporated under the sun and surrounded them to prevent them from being dried up. The communicator on Kassandra's chest finally rang. "Hello, hello? Hello, Lady Kassandra? Are you okay? "
"We are fine," Kassandra finally recovered from her daze. She looked down to check her condition and hurriedly responded. "The outer ring structure here suddenly began to glow. I suspect that I accidentally touched something here, but nothing happened after that. We plan to continue the exploration."
"Continue the exploration?" Byron heaved a sigh of relief. "Then you should take care of yourselves and try not to touch anything near the tower."
"Understood," Kassandra said, nodding repeatedly. She wrapped her tail around a nearby metal pipe and carefully dragged herself back two steps. She then waved to the two sirens. "Sisters, let's continue to check along this' ring. 'Let's see if there is an open entrance or something like that."
After this frightening but not dangerous episode, the sea monsters calmed down by relying on their nerves that were almost dead and continued their joyful journey of exploration. And in the process of exploration that lasted for several hours, no more accidents happened.
This ancient navigator facility remained silent in front of the explorers, silently allowing the deep-sea salted fish to circle around it as if they were on an outing.
The tension caused by the sudden glow of the relic gradually dissipated from the minds of the commanders of the Winter. Although they still maintained enough caution and vigilance, they began to pay attention to the follow-up exploration operations and the real-time images sent back by Kassandra. From time to time, they would ask the exploration team to focus on something that looked like words or markers and record the information.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The words and markings left behind by the Voyager were elusive to the mortals of this world. But now, as the mortals of the Lorren Continent were exposed to more and more information about the Voyager's legacy, the research in this field had entered the initial stage. The dragons could recognize the words of the Voyager, and Gawain Cecil, the ruler of the Cecil Empire, also had the mysterious knowledge in this field. Therefore, the recorded information would be of great value when brought back. Presumably, the linguists of the Voyager and even His Majesty would be interested in it.
Looking at the information sent back by Kassandra, Byron could not help but think that if there were a few experts in the navigator's language in his fleet, he could now figure out the purpose of the many facilities on the island. Unfortunately, this was just wishful thinking.
What he brought was not a research fleet. The original mission of the Winter was to go to the battlefield in the southern part of the continent to blow up the Ents and the Aberrations. Who would have thought that such a pure combat mission would turn into a foreign land exploration?
Irrelevant thoughts flashed across his mind. The images sent back by Kassandra moved on the holographic projection in front of the captain's seat. At this moment, Byron suddenly caught something strange from the corner of his eye. He quickly reacted. "Wait a minute, Ms. Kassandra. Turn the camera back. There is something wrong with the words on the metal plate!"
Kassandra swung her tail and quickly turned back to the place where she had just shot the video. It was an open and flat metal "square" located near a huge gate (Kassandra was about to go into the gate to check the situation). A large number of unknown facilities, like obelisks, were neatly arranged around the square. In front of one of the obelisks stood a huge metal plate engraved with mottled patterns.
For Ms. Kassandra, who lived in the deep sea and majored in mechanical repair, ocean navigation, and death metal rock, language and writing were her least expertise. But even so, when she looked back at the patterns on the metal plate with Byron's remote reminder, she immediately realized that these patterns were obviously different from the Navigator's language she had found in other areas.
Those patterns were also words, a different kind of language.
On the bridge of the Winter, Asalena, who was resting, was called over to study the images sent back by Kassandra with Byron. After carefully identifying the mottled patterns on the metal plate, the red-haired Dragon Mark Witch finally came to a conclusion. "… It is the ancient elven language, the most primitive version. The grammar and some of the letters are different from modern times, but I can still recognize it."
"Ancient elven language?" Byron looked at her with some surprise. "You can even understand the ancient elven language?"
"I know a little. Although there are certain differences between the Ancient Elven Language and the current Elven Language, they are of the same origin. The official language system of the Silver Elves is the one that is best preserved in this aspect. Back then, before I left home to prepare for my adventure to the 'outside world', I did a lot of preparatory work. Among them was learning various languages, including the common language of humans, dwarves, elves, and so on …"
"F * ck, you actually learned seven or eight foreign languages just to run away from home?" Byron looked at Asalena, dumbfounded. "Are all the brats of the Dukedom of Holy Dragon so hardcore?"
"Before the country was opened to the outside world, the only way for us to leave the mountains was to jump from the highest cliff in the north and slide down a hundred kilometers into Chilly Winter County. If we didn't land well, we might have to fight with the beasts in the mountains in the north with many broken bones." Asalena shrugged. "Under such conditions, it's hard for the young people of the Duchy of Holy Dragon to run away from home. The children can't do anything if they don't have a good foundation in literature and martial arts."
For a moment, Byron did not know what to say about the overly hardcore race of the dragonborn. He coughed awkwardly and quickly brought the topic back to the serious direction. He looked at the ancient elven language and frowned slightly. "Can you translate what is written on it?"
"I'm working on it." Asalena's eyes fell on the holographic projection. The ancient characters were reflected in her eyes, and she was able to decipher the meaning behind them bit by bit. Although there were still many incomprehensible passages, she had already recognized many intermittent sentences. "This is … a message left by the first explorers to the later generations.
"It mentions that large-scale memory decline and physiological deterioration are spreading among the group. This is the result of some kind of 'protection' mechanism in the tower … Those who still have intact thinking ability left a warning on the metal plate, and when they engraved these words, they were constantly fighting against the 'memory erasing' effect in their minds …
"It is mentioned that the hall at the bottom of the tower is safe, but there is a authentication mechanism that leads to the top. This authentication mechanism once warned intruders to not continue to climb up, but some reckless intruders ignored the warning of the tower and triggered some ancient system …" But the intruders ignored the warning and triggered some ancient system …
"There is also a huge secret mentioned here … Maybe it is the truth? This phrase can't be translated. The spelling is too different …
"There is also a warning here, warning the latecomers not to go to the upper level of the tower rashly because it is' too early. 'There is a long paragraph at the back, but I can't quite understand it.
"Finally, here …"
Asalena suddenly frowned, as if trying to decipher the content on the screen. After a while, she said hesitantly, "Here looks like a poem? The writer said that this was the last message he could remember bringing out of the tower. It said:
"Don't indulge in this illusory quiet night. The night will eventually be broken.
"Don't indulge in your warm cradle. The cradle will overturn one day.
"Don't sleep in the shelter of the mind. The shelter of the mind will sooner or later become an unbreakable shackle.
"Depart, before the stars twinkle. Depart, before the long night ends.
"If you don't hurry up, the day will come."
Asalena looked up from the holographic projection to Byron's face.
"That's all … Why do you look so weird?"
"His Majesty mentioned this poem to us." Byron's expression became unusually serious. Asalena rarely saw such a serious look on this sloppy man's face. "I think … we need to take a little risk."
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