The name of the messenger was Sonia?? Duchess Victoria's face darkened when she heard the message from Frosty Leaf's elf messenger.
Of course, it was not good news.
Especially at this critical juncture.
"We know that the Ansu is in a … mess. You have a lot of problems that need to be solved," the messenger named Sonia said bluntly. The short-haired elf looked young and delicate, but she was probably an "elder" who had witnessed the rise and fall of the human countries for centuries. She commented calmly on the civil war in the Ansu, but no one could refute her. "The Silver Empire has no right to intervene in any of the internal problems of the human countries, but what we are facing now is a crisis that is beyond the concept of a country. In the face of this crisis, the survival of the civilization as a whole should be the top priority."
"Of course, we understand that." Grand Duke Bodwin nodded. "The Great Wall is right there, and we can all see that it is not normal. But this civil war is not something that we can decide on our own."
"This is a problem that you have to solve yourself," Sonia Frosty Leaf said helplessly. "When it comes to issues outside the internal affairs, the Silver Empire will do our best to provide support to our friends. We will send technical information and technicians, but the internal problems of the Ansu … can only depend on the Ansu themselves."
Bodwin?? Franklin and Victoria?? Wylde looked at each other deeply.
They saw the same deep helplessness and fatigue in each other's eyes.
Did they not know about this crisis? Did the nobles of the Ansu not know about this crisis? They knew, of course, and they had known about it for a long time. They might even have known about it earlier than the elves.
Gwen?? How many times had Grand Duke Cecil warned them? Every noble who went in and out of the White Silver Castle was well aware of this. The reborn founding hero had warned the people to face the threat of the wasteland of Gondor head-on since the day he opened his coffin. But his warning was ignored, misinterpreted, and even rejected and slandered as a conspiracy theory. The nobles in the royal city said that it was an 'uncontrollable anxiety disorder' and an 'excuse for military aggression'. They even said that the ancient hero was immersed in the battlefield seven hundred years ago and was hallucinating because of the monsters in the Gloom Mountains. But even so, until last month, Gawain Gawain Gawain Gawain Gawain? Duke Cecil's warning message was still sent to the White Silver Castle.
The nobles of the Royal City had been pretending to discuss the warning letter for half a month, and they still hadn't finished discussing it.
The Duchess of the North could not help but look at Prince Wales, who was sitting on the main seat. The crown prince sat there expressionlessly, but deep in his calm eyes, there was a hint of mockery.
"We will do our best to communicate with the East. For Ansu … for humans, the royal family will do our best," Victoria said calmly. "But this matter is very complicated. We need some time."
"Then do it as soon as possible, Duchess Wade," Sonia Frost said. Frost Leaf nodded slightly. "We will also provide our greatest assistance. If necessary, we can come forward to contact the Eastern Region. In the chaos of Ansu, at least the elves' position is neutral."
…
Cecil City, Lord's Mansion.
Before Gwen could continue to investigate the secret connection between the Giant Dragon and the Mithril Vault, Amber sent another piece of information that caught his attention.
"According to the agent sent to the Divine Plains, the elven giant eagle was found in the north. It is heading toward Saint Sunil."
Gwen put down the plan in his hand. It was a detailed report on the construction of the south gate fortress in the south of the Defiant Fortress. He looked up at Amber and asked, "When did this happen?"
"Witnessed it three days ago. The officer delivered the letter to the Firmrock Fortress as quickly as possible, and then relayed the news back through the Mana Net." It was rare for Amber to be so serious. It was only when she was reporting such information that she could be slightly more serious. "Based on the eagle's speed … the elven messenger should be sitting in the White Silver Fortress by now."
"They really sent someone …" Gwen said softly. "Looks like the situation at the Great Wall is really bad …"
After Amber finished reporting the information, the serious and capable director of the Military Intelligence Department instantly degenerated into a goose. She wandered to Gwen's desk, grabbed some nuts and stuffed them into her mouth, and muttered, "Can you guess what those elves are here for?"
"I can guess." Gawain had long gotten used to Amber's unruly style. He glanced at the half-elf and shook his head slightly. "And I also know that I'm going to be busy soon — and I have no choice but to be busy."
Amber froze for a moment and asked curiously, "Huh? You? Aren't you busy enough now? "
"The elves sent messengers to the human kingdoms at this time to talk about the Great Wall." Gwen looked at Amber and casually explained, "The overload that lasted for three days must have caused serious damage to the sentry towers. With the current situation, it should be impossible to rebuild the barrier with the Silver Empire taking the lead seven hundred years ago. So, the elves probably want the human kingdoms to help repair or strengthen the barrier. If my judgment of the current situation of the Great Wall is correct, they should have sent messengers to every human kingdom at the same time. So, here comes the problem … Ansu is in the middle of a civil war."
Amber thought for a moment and suddenly realized something. "A legitimate problem?"
"The barrier must be repaired. No matter how slow and stupid the Ansu nobles are, they will not continue to be slow on this issue. But the key is who can represent the Ansu to repair the barrier." Gwen smiled and shook his head. "In the eyes of ordinary people, repairing the barrier is just repairing the barrier. It is for the safety of the kingdom and for the continuation of the human race. There should not be too much deeper meaning in it. But in the eyes of the people in charge of this kingdom … this is a vital symbol.
"At the critical juncture of the civil war in Ansu, who can reach an agreement with the elves, who can repair the sentry towers at the wasteland border, who can represent the Ansu."
Amber was not a person who understood the "aristocratic rules" very well. But after being around Gwen for so long, she could more or less understand some of the twists and turns in this matter. At this time, she had already understood. "To send someone to repair the Great Wall, the civil war in Ansu must be suspended. But as long as the royal family and the Eastern Region continue to dispute over 'legitimacy', the civil war will not stop. So, if the Ansu finally wants to send someone to repair the barrier, they can only find someone who is not involved in the fight for the throne and is qualified to represent the kingdom … So, they can only come to you?"
"Repairing the Great Wall is a big project. With the civil war going on, the royal family and the Eastern Region dare not divert their forces to repair the barrier. But if the barrier is not repaired, no one will survive. They have no choice." Gwen exhaled. "I have no choice either. Be prepared. This is not only my responsibility, maybe … it's also an opportunity."
Amber blinked. Looking at Gwen's confident expression, she almost forgot to continue eating the dried fruit in her hand.
"No matter what happens in this world, it's an opportunity for you?"
"No, but the situation forces me. I have to turn everything into an opportunity." Gwen shook his head. "Go and inform Philip and Byron. Ask them to come here. It's time to make military preparations."
"Ask them to come here?" Amber's eyes widened slightly. "Don't tell me … you're going to take advantage of the fact that the royal family and the Eastern Region are empty to attack the Rock Fortress?"
"No, I'll only damage my own foundation and gain a kingdom that will be in constant turmoil for the next twenty years. I won't do such a thing." Gwen shook his head. "But we have to prepare for the worst. I don't believe that this civil war will really stop, and I don't believe that the Southern Region can stay out of it forever. The royal family and the Eastern Region are smart people. I'm not the only one who's trying to find an opportunity from the crisis of the barrier. "
Amber looked at Gwen from head to toe, and then her figure gradually disappeared into the air. "Tsk, tsk. I really can't play with people like you. You continue to plan here. I'll go and call those two people. "
Gawain watched as Hu Po's silhouette gradually disappeared. Then, he retracted his gaze and looked at a blueprint on the desk.
It was a vehicle, or … a weapon.
A king of the land assembled with engines, tracks, armor, and turrets.
Although the construction of the Magnificent Wall was imminent, Gwen knew the efficiency of the kingdom in this era. The so-called "imminent" and the production and construction plan of the Southern Region were two worlds apart. According to the efficiency of the Captical nobles, they would at least argue on this matter until this summer. There were still many things he could do in such a long time.
"A drawing that passed the test of the Origin laboratory … I hope it really goes as smoothly as I expected."
Gwen said softly, and at the same time, reached out and touched the food box at the corner of the desk.
He touched nothing.
"… Why did they take the box away now?!"
…
The situation in Ansu was a whirlpool, and human society was a mess. Although the terrifying upright apes living on land had short lifespans and were fragile, they had a talent in disrupting their own society. In this regard, Miss Tyre was deeply touched.
On the No. 1 shipbuilding berth of the North Shore Shipyard, Siren Tyre carefully curled herself into a ball. While listening to the craftsmen discussing the current affairs in the newspaper, she was thinking about random things.
Although humans didn't have tails, they could still "entangle" themselves into a messy mass in a certain sense.
But this had little to do with the siren. At least before humans had the ability to sail the ocean, these terrifying upright apes living on land had little to do with the siren.
What Tyre cared about most now was that the project that had been going on since last summer had finally produced results.
In front of Miss Siren, in the dry dock next to the shipbuilding berth, a brand-new beautiful ship with a completely different shape from the traditional ships of this world was quietly lying in the huge dock, waiting for the moment to enter the water.
It was a behemoth made of steel, with an elegant and continuous curved shell and flat and wide two-story deck. A total of three pairs of "magic wings" were neatly folded on both sides of the hull and the rear of the upper deck. In the front, middle, and rear positions of the lower deck, six groups of huge turrets were quietly crouching on the turrets. Sunlight shone through the gaps in the ceiling and shone on the cold metal, glowing dazzlingly.
Two "Calibrator" -level Rainbow Generators, four specially modified "Truth" large railguns that were dedicated to the ship's platform, and a large number of small defensive railguns set up all over the ship's hull. Together, they armed this behemoth into a terrifying underwater beast.
This was a brand-new design, a product of the combination of human shipbuilding style and siren technology. It was a truly advanced warship. Although in the eyes of Siren Tyre, it could still be described as backward in many aspects, in the eyes of countless craftsmen in the shipyard, it was already a miracle.
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