In the communications hall, Kamel stared at the 972 silent seats for a long time.
Familiar names flashed across his mind, and behind those names were the faces that had begun to blur in his memory. He vaguely remembered the day when the Watchers first entered this facility, and the oath that everyone made here was still ringing in his ears.
They voluntarily gave up everything they were born as human beings, and in the name of mankind, they would watch this fortress, watch the hope and seeds in the fortress until the long night passed, until the lights were reignited, and until the light of civilization shone on the world again.
The Watchers did not violate the oath. Today, the last Watcher would fulfill the oath of a thousand years ago.
Kamel stood at the front of the hall, standing in front of the wall where the last message had been projected. The runic armor pieces rubbed against the air as he bent down slightly to bid farewell to his former colleagues.
Gwen, Heti, and others stood at the entrance of the hall, quietly waiting for Kamel.
"Ancestor, what are you thinking about?" Heti looked at Gwen's face and asked in a low voice.
Gwen sighed softly. "Thinking about those unreasonable things."
Heti looked puzzled. "Unreasonable things?"
"The lockdown of this facility." Gwen shook his head gently. "This facility was locked down a thousand years ago, and the Watchers and the 'seeds' also entered a state of hibernation at the same time. However, the real outbreak of the demonic wave was 700 years ago, and there were 300 years in between. Don't you think it is unnecessary to lock it down so far in advance?"
"Perhaps because the scholars realized the horror of the demonic wave, they thought that it would be too late to lock down and hibernate when the demonic wave broke out," Heti speculated. "So it is necessary to store a batch of sleeping seeds before the disaster really broke out, so that they could wake up and rebuild the empire when the civilization went extinct one day."
Gwen did not comment. After a moment, he continued, "According to Kamel, in addition to the 'seeds' as the main force of the reconstruction, the Watchers responsible for guarding the fortress were the core executors of the former 'Disobedience' plan. They were the most elite mages, the most cutting-edge scholars, and the value of each of them was immeasurable. When the Disobedience Fortress completed its mission, those who evacuated were all peripheral staff of the plan, while the real core, leadership, and insiders had all entered the depths of the fortress and fell into a deep sleep. Outside, the 'results' that they sent back to the imperial capital had never been seen by the public."
Heti frowned. She seemed to have realized what Gwen was going to say.
Gwen then pointed out the third suspicious point. "Finally, the Kingdom of Gondor did not seem to inform the neighboring countries of the demonic wave."
"You mean the elves, dwarves, and orcs?" Heti raised her eyebrows. "Perhaps the empire did not intend to warn them? The Gondor royal family only wanted to preserve the human civilization in the disaster, they did not think of — "
"No, the Kingdom of Gondor was completely different from what you think." Gwen shook his head. "Since the second half of the Age of Sparks, the Kingdom of Gondor had become the most powerful country on the continent. But this human empire did not rely on violence and conquest to get along with other races. Of course, due to the limitations of the Deep Blue Well, the Kingdom of Gondor was prosperous but could not expand. So, the emperors of the past chose to maintain the strength of the empire and get along with the neighboring countries.
"From the time when Kamel was active to the 300 years of the demonic wave, the Kingdom of Gondor was in a honeymoon period with the elves and dwarves, especially the Silver Empire built by the elves. The Ten Forest Covenant brought the relationship between humans and elves to its peak. One-third of the elven royal family's descendants were studying in the imperial capital of Gondor, and human caravans were all over the Silver Empire. If not for the close relationship, the elves would not have helped the human refugees so enthusiastically after the demonic wave. You know, in addition to building the Great Wall, the elves also accepted the human's southern pioneer army. Now, the Kingdom of Kaolin in the southern part of the continent was built by the elves with the help of the humans. "
"So … if the humans had known about the demonic wave, they would have at least warned the elves." Heti completely understood Gwen's doubts. "But Kamel did not mention anything about this … All he knew was to protect the human civilization."
"Kamel was just a technician, so he probably did not know the full plan of the higher-ups. But based on the information I have, I can be sure that the elves did not know about the demonic wave either." Gwen nodded. "At least … their civilians knew nothing about it."
"All information was blocked." Heti took a deep breath. "Most of the members of Operation Disobedience were locked up and kept in this fortress. Their results were not disclosed to the public. The Gondor royal family did not tell the people about the demonic wave, nor did they warn any race on the continent. It makes sense to say that they were controlling the news to prevent panic. But it is hard to understand why they were still controlling the news when the demonic wave broke out. Those in the know, what were they afraid of? Was it just the fear of panic? "
"I don't know." After a long silence, Gwen could only shake his head. "But I know that what they were afraid of was not as simple as the demonic wave itself."
Gwen did not tell Heti all his doubts. In fact, in addition to the illogical 'information blockade', he felt that there was another discrepancy in the whole incident: the ancient Gondor royal family seemed to have a problem in their judgment of the scale of the demonic wave.
From the last message they sent to the Disobedience Fortress, they apparently thought that the people in the fortress after the demonic wave were the last survivors of the human civilization. In fact, the demonic wave 700 years ago had not only destroyed the entire human civilization, but also a large number of refugees from the Kingdom of Gondor had escaped from the wasteland.
In Tyre's words, the demonic wave 700 years ago was just a 'small demonic wave'.
At that time, the Gondor royal family had obviously made the wrong judgment. They mistakenly thought that the demonic wave was a great demonic wave that could destroy the whole world.
But this misjudgment … was it really just a mistake caused by nervousness? Or the demonic wave 700 years ago … should have been enough to destroy the world?
Everything was now a mystery.
Kamel finished his final farewell. He came before Gwen and bowed slightly. "I have wasted a lot of time."
"It's okay. We were just talking about something." Gwen stopped the discussion with Heti and turned to Kamel and nodded. "Don't worry, I will collect every body here and bury them properly. The world will remember everyone's sacrifice."
"I thank you on their behalf," Kamel said. "Next, I will open all the remaining sample vaults in the fortress. I hope these ancient things can be of some use in this era."
At the same time, on the border between Ansu and Typhon, the young commander of the Knight Regiment was standing in the high command tower. He stood in the room at the top of the tower and stared through the window at the hazy mountain range in the snow.
Winter had arrived, and the heavy snow had lasted from two days ago until today. In front of the great power of nature, even the Dark Mountain Range was covered with a layer of silver. As the mountain wind blew, the snow in the distance rolled up, forming a hazy curtain between the mountains, blurring the boundary between the mountains and the earth.
Andesha Wendell knew that the mountain range led to the ancient, decaying, and slow kingdom. A group of mediocre old-timers entrenched in that land, enjoying the glory of their ancestors, but also blocking the road to the rise of mankind.
This era should belong to the newer, stronger, and braver revolutionaries. Typhon was such a revolutionary. This great empire represented the glory of mankind, the embodiment of the spirit of the ancient Kingdom of Gondor. Ansu was almost the opposite of this glorious spirit.
Not only was the kingdom decaying and degenerating, it even devoured her father.
Andesha Wendell retracted her gaze. Every time it snowed at the border, she could not help but think of her father who had passed away many years ago. She was still young at that time, and her memories of her father were mostly blurry. But she remembered one thing very clearly. Her father disappeared after such a snowstorm in the desolate land west of the fortress. There was no news of him, and even his corpse was never seen.
No one was responsible. One of the oldest and noblest families in the Typhon Empire had lost their most outstanding heir, but no one was responsible.
Andesha exhaled softly. All the changes in her emotions were hidden in her light gray eyes. She lowered her head and looked at the letter on the table that had just been opened not long ago. Ferdinand's seal was stamped on the letter, but the content was only half a page.
Just like before, there were no warm words in her grandfather's letter. It was as if a superior was giving instructions to a subordinate. Andesha had to carefully read those stiff and short words many times before she could see the little bit of concern hidden deep within.
This time, the letter was still reminding her to pay attention to the issue of the border defense during winter. However, the letter also talked about the changes in the imperial capital. The old duke still seemed to view his granddaughter as someone who needed to be taught. Even if Andesha had become the youngest Wolf General in the history of Typhon, it was not easy to change the habits that Ferdinand had cultivated for most of his life.
Andesha's gaze swept through the letter, and finally stopped at the few reminders at the end of the letter. The letter mentioned the recently spread 'Resurrected Hero', and the instructions for Andesha herself. The young Wolf General could not help but frown. In the end, she sighed slightly and said to the messenger waiting at the door, "Call Mr. Solderlin over."
A moment later, a golden-haired Elf walked into Andesha's room.
He was a typical pure-blooded Silver Elf. He was tall and slender, wearing a ranger's winter hunting outfit. His skin was fair, and his appearance was almost impeccable. His pale blonde hair was draped behind his head. If not for his Adam's apple and the heroic aura between his brows that indicated his gender, this male Silver Elf would have looked more like an elegant and beautiful lady. From his appearance alone, this' beautiful mister 'did not even give off the slightest aura of a warrior.
However, Andesha knew the true strength of this Silver Elf. It was a strength that even a human like her who had inherited the title of Wolf General was shocked by. This foreign Elven soldier who was hired by the Typhon Empire as a free fighter was currently the best hunter and scout in this fortress. He was also the most suitable person she could think of to carry out the infiltration mission.
"Mr. Solderlin," Andesha nodded slightly at the Silver Elf in front of her, "I have a mission for you."
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