When the glorious giant sun had completely risen to the highest point in the sky, the sun with its faint wood grain and glorious crown sprinkled endless radiance in the sky. The entire Red Jade City was bathed in warmth and light. At this time, the cold winter was over, and the Month of Recovery was bringing the first vitality of a year to the land. From the towering walls of Red Jade City to the burned down border of the Red Jade Forest, warriors from various tribes of Augulay gathered in camps, waiting for new orders on this warm day. The mountain barrier had been rebuilt, the enemy had been driven back to the wasteland, and countless destroyed cities were waiting to be recovered and rebuilt. The anxious people also began to look forward to a new life. However, for the people at the forefront, even if the winter was over, the war was far from over.
Camilla and Wenna walked side by side at the edge of the encampment outside the city. They were passing through the human camp and were about to head to the Eldar encampment in the ruins of the Red Jade Forest. When a warm wind blew from the direction of the forest, Camilla's ears felt the comfortable airflow. The orc chieftain could not help but squint her eyes as her pointed ears twitched in the air. "Spring is here …"
"Yes, I almost thought that spring would never come — it was the hardest winter I've ever had in my life." Wenna took off her hood and let her grayish-white hair flutter in the wind. She looked at the camp not far away. She saw the human soldiers who were preparing themselves in the middle of the neatly arranged tents and makeshift houses. Those were the troops that Wycliffe had reassembled from the western region.
The soldiers silently tidied up their equipment or silently walked in formation between the barracks. The weapons and equipment that had been transported through the continental route and the trans-continental railway had been distributed to the frontline warriors. The traditional swords were replaced with Cecil's melt-bladed swords, the crossbows and staves were replaced with heat ray guns and magitech terminals with large energy storage devices. All the tribal soldiers were learning and familiarizing themselves with the use of these weapons with great efficiency. Among the tribal armies, the human soldiers were improving at an astonishing rate.
Some soldiers who were patrolling at the edge of the campsite noticed the two leaders walking past the campsite. They stopped and saluted to Wenna and Camilla before quickly returning to their patrol route.
"… Do you feel it? There is a fire burning in their chests, "Camilla's voice came from the side. The orc chieftain looked in the direction of the human camp with a deep gaze. His ears slightly extended backward. In the orc tradition, this was a gesture of respect to the brave." Everyone here is like a mountain warrior with a will as strong as steel. They are ready to fight to the death with the invaders at any time. "
"After the fall of Falm Fortress, the human tribe lost two cities and countless villages. Hundreds of thousands of people failed to escape from that purgatory, including many of their friends and family. Even their king lost an arm. Although Wycliffe himself was very optimistic, when he returned to the rear with a mechanical arm to reorganize the troops, the anger of countless people was instantly ignited. I'm afraid he did not expect this." Wenna shook her head. "Now, Wycliffe's tribe and those monsters have a deep grudge against each other. This is also why Duke Bodwin chose Wycliffe's troops to be the first to enter the wasteland with Cecil's expeditionary army. They can withstand the greatest pressure and are ready to withstand it."
"But they are also prone to self-destruction," Camilla said in a low voice. "How to avoid self-destruction under the great anger and impulse to kill — this is a challenge that even the mountain warriors have to face."
"It depends on Wycliffe's ability. I believe that guy can manage his troops well." Wenna smiled slightly. "And isn't your mountain army going to enter the wasteland soon? Don't forget to take care of our old friend. "
"You don't have to remind me. I'm a professional in war." Camilla smiled, her sharp canine teeth glinting coldly at the corner of her mouth.
Wenna retracted her gaze from the camp not far away and looked in another direction. To her right was an open and scorched land. The winter snow had melted, and the ugly scars of war were directly and horribly branded on the land. Countless scorched remains and thick ashes covered everything as far as her eyes could see. The once towering ancient trees and the stone pillars engraved with the names of the sages had collapsed on the scorched land and were buried in ashes and dust.
Along with the burning and burying of the Red Jade Forest, there was also a part of the history of the orcs, as well as her childhood memories of hunting and harvesting here with Camilla.
"I heard that the name of this place has not changed," Wenna said subconsciously. "Your shaman wizards have discussed whether to change the name of this forest. After all, the once lush Red Jade Forest has been burned down by the fire, and only scorched land is left. But you rejected all the proposals and finally ordered that the name of the Red Jade Forest be retained …"
"The Tree of Rebirth that grows on the Ancestral Peak will grow stronger after the fire. Duke Bodwin told me that the people living in the Plains of the Sacred Spirit believe that 'the land after the fire will grow lush new shoots'. The Red Jade Forest was originally a small forest, and it was our ancestors who turned this forest into a 'forest'." Camilla's expression was calm. "One day, this place will return to its lush appearance, so … the Red Jade Forest is still the Red Jade Forest."
Wenna blinked. At this moment, a low humming sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting her conversation with Camilla. The humming sound went from weak to strong, and from less to more, and gradually converged into a sound wave that reverberated between heaven and earth, like the roar of a behemoth in the sky. This solemn and low sound made the two tribal leaders look up instinctively. The Earthly Dawn and the twelve Gorgonian flying fortresses came into their sight.
For the past half of winter, these amazing engineering miracles, like flying fortresses, had been suspended in the sky above Red Jade City. They symbolized the most powerful and advanced forces of the Alliance, and brought endless confidence and fighting spirit to this devastated land. And now, the massive runic arrays around the flying fortresses were lit up one by one, and the winged arrays that extended into the sky were releasing brilliant light as if they were burning. Magic particles gushed out from the energy grating between the armor belts and surrounded the massive bodies of the fortresses like clouds. Then, the magnificent group of fortresses began to gradually move toward the eastern sky. Under the glorious giant sun, the layers of light they released seemed to be connecting into an ocean, and under the sparkling waves, the countless camps inside and outside Red Jade City suddenly burst into cheers.
"They've set off." Camilla suddenly clenched her fists. She tried to look up in the direction of the flying fortresses, and widened her eyes in the brilliant light of the giant sun. Her feline pupils contracted into two thin lines, and then as if to emphasize something, she nodded and said again, "The Earthly Dawn has set off!"
Wenna took a deep breath. She was calm by nature, but at this moment, her body and mind were stimulated by an unprecedented excitement. The last time she had such a feeling was when she saw a train full of industrial products entering Windsong City. The leader of the gray elves watched as the majestic silhouettes slowly turned into a series of blurry giant shadows under the sunlight. He listened to the cheers that came from the camp outside the city and whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "May the world usher in the dawn …"
"The Earthly Dawn has set off."
In the eastern camp outside Red Jade City, Duke Baldwin Franklin said softly as he retracted his gaze from the sky. He was standing next to a frontline command vehicle with a composite shield and heavy armor. A "Steel Ambassador" multi-purpose tank was unfurling its magic crystal and covering the surrounding area with its charging force field. Further away, the tank troops were starting their engines, and the expeditionary soldiers were boarding the troop transport vehicles. The dragoons slowly rose into the sky with a low humming sound and established a link with the ground command station. Under the unified and efficient command, the well-trained expeditionary force was ready to go to the battlefield.
"Send a message to King Wycliffe," Duke Baldwin turned to his adjutant and said, "Our troops will set off in ten minutes and move to the mountain pass. Ask his troops to follow in time."
"Yes, Your Grace!"
…
The sun gradually set, and the gradually orange-red sky splashed evenly on the platform of the train station. The Empire of Typhon in the eastern part of the continent welcomed the sunset earlier than other countries. In the gradually darkening dusk, Viscount Hermil subconsciously pulled the bowtie on his collar, adjusted his center of gravity, and looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the platform. He felt that the brass hands were moving so slowly that he could not help but wonder if it was broken.
He stood on the platform at the southwestern border of the Empire, far away from the familiar, bustling, and comfortable Oldenheim, far away from his beloved fireplace, garden, and high-back chair with sky-blue cushions. There were no well-trained maids and attendants here, only rigid and tough soldiers and one-track minded technicians. There were no comfortable baths or flower halls, only roaring machinery assembly plants and boring platforms. He had spent a long time adapting to this drastic change, but he had gradually begun to admit that his ability to "adapt to the environment" might not be as … talented as he thought.
"Sometimes I still feel that there's something wrong with my brain," the viscount, who had been waiting on the platform for a long time, could not help but whisper to his attendant beside him. His voice was very low because he did not want the craftsmen and soldiers not far away to hear what he was mumbling. But he did not mind telling this to his valet, because he was the person he trusted the most besides the butler. He trusted the valet more than any of his brothers and sisters in the family. "You actually took the initiative to apply to come here … This place is less than a day's journey from the border where Count Dyson is stationed! I even feel that I can smell the stench of the wasteland in the air. "
He did not know if the wasteland had a stench, but the tense atmosphere in this small border town really made him feel that he would smell the wasteland every morning. It was the smell of being too close to death.
"But you still took the initiative to apply to come here. As a brave citizen of Typhon, you are here to play an irreplaceable role. Not everyone has the experience of managing multiple factories and quickly building a large-scale technical team like you."
"Well, I have to admit that I am a little better than those pampered idiots in these aspects," Viscount Hermil pinched his temples. "And what was that saying again … The empire needs every citizen to do their duty, especially in this difficult time … We have to be prepared."
He pulled his bow tie again and finally untied it. If he was in a salon in Oldenheim, he would never do such a vulgar thing. But at this moment, he felt a great sense of relief. He could not help but regret torturing himself with this useless thing for so many days.
Then he looked up again and looked at the V-shaped track that extended to the south under the setting sun. He watched as it disappeared into the horizon.
This was a difficult time. Even the proud citizen of Typhon had to admit that this was a difficult time. But as a noble, he needed to let his followers believe that this difficult situation would eventually pass, and everyone should play their part in this process. Perhaps it was the pride in his heart that he took the initiative to apply to come here, to this border town that was only a day's journey away from the frontline. And now, he was waiting for a train from the south.
This railway line led to the direction of the Bluestone Hills. Ironically, it was almost never really used. As part of the Alliance's commercial activities, it was quickly built not long after the end of the 112 Conference. But not long after it was built, it was baptized by war and wantonly destroyed by those stupid and lowly monsters. Now, the Silver Elves and the warriors of the Typhon Empire had reclaimed the fallen land and repaired this precious line of communication. The station where Viscount Hermil was standing had waited for an entire winter on this land, and today, it finally welcomed the first train that visited this place.
Just as Viscount Hermil could not help but want to look at the mechanical clock again, the loud sound of a car horn finally came from the horizon.
The viscount immediately stood up straight, all of his impatience and fatigue dissipating.
He wanted to receive the elves in the most appropriate manner, like a real citizen of the Typhon Empire.
The magic train roared on the tracks, the emblem of the Silver Empire branded on the front of the train could be seen clearly. The repulsive mechanism adjusted the angle slightly, causing this heavy and huge steel creation to gradually slow down. One after another, the carriages approached the platform. The long-awaited craftsmen and soldiers quickly gathered, waiting for the dispatcher to close the magic barrier on the platform.
Viscount Hermil's gaze fell on the carriages that were slowly coming to a stop. These flatbed carriages were fixed with sturdy steel frames and bolts, all of which were heavy and precious industrial goods.
Purification cores from the Silver Empire. Strictly speaking, these were purifying cores that had completed the preliminary processing, and still needed to be installed later on.
The key to the wall was the Purification Tower. As an old and powerful country, the Typhon Empire could of course also build Purification Towers, but being able to build them was one thing, and producing them was another.
After the War God's Calamity and the internal reshuffling of power in the Typhon Empire, the process of maintaining the situation on the eastern front was not as easy as outsiders thought.
The domestic production limit was there, and if they wanted to maintain the frontline army, then the production of the components of the Purification Tower would be affected. If they had to focus on the production of purification equipment, the frontline war machines would not be able to continue.
But now, the situation was finally improving.
"Inform General Andesha." Viscount Hermil laughed, looking at the giant spindle-like purification cores fixed on the carriages, as if he was looking at a mountain of treasure lying in front of him. "The purification cores she wants will be delivered soon!"
(End of Chapter)
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