After sending off the deputy commander of the Royal Knight Regiment, the spacious reception room became quiet.
Gwen sat in his seat and pondered for a short while. Amber's figure gradually appeared in the air. The half-elf glanced at Gwen and asked curiously, "It's actually a letter from Wales Moen? What did the letter say? "
Gwen raised his eyelids. "You really didn't peek before?"
Amber put her hands on her hips and said confidently, "Of course. Why would I do something as immoral as reading someone else's letter?"
How could this cowardly guy, who was always so sneaky, be so moral in such an inexplicable way?
Gwen shook his head. "It's better if you don't know."
"Fine, fine." Amber pursed her lips, and her figure gradually dissipated in the air. "I'm going to keep an eye on the emissaries. You can continue to daydream."
As Amber's aura gradually dissipated from the room, Gwen sighed softly. "In the end, the one who saw through this quagmire was actually him …"
The Captical envoy did not stay in Cecil City for long.
At the end of the day, the symbolism of these envoys coming here was more important than the actual meaning. The elven messengers had already completed the transmission of all the information, and Gwen himself had been the first person to advocate for vigilance against the wastelands and strengthening the borders. As for the matter of repairing the Great Wall, as long as the northern territories had prepared the resources, there was no need for negotiation or negotiation with Gwen. The Sunil Saint Sunil had sent a batch of envoys over just to go through the process.
On the afternoon of the second day, after all the letters and to-do matters were handed over, the emissary group led by Cohen Loren boarded the inland river express passenger ship, Wave Breaker, and left Cecil City.
He came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
The first batch of supplies that the Saint Sunil and the Eastern Region had jointly promised and prepared arrived at the White Water River Pier on the 30th of the Month of Harvest.
The six large inland river cargo ships were fully loaded with cloth, metal, grease, and all kinds of magical materials. Looking at the goods, one could not help but feel that the Ansu nobles were finally being generous for once. In order to make the stingy nobles take out these precious items, Victoria and Edmund must have used a lot of means.
On the pier where the cargo was unloaded, Amber looked at the boxes of magical materials piled up on the ground. More and more of them piled up until they were like a mountain. She became excited. "Oh my god … How much is this worth?"
"All of these will be used for the barrier repair project." Gwen glanced at Amber, whose eyes were shining. "Don't touch a single brick."
Amber sized up Gwen as if she couldn't believe it. Her tone was full of surprise. "You really want to use all of it on the project? Don't you plan to deduct a little? So much! And no one dares to supervise you. Even if you deduct a little, no one will know. Didn't you always say that the territory needs development and not enough resources? "
"I don't want to take all the benefits." Gwen patted Amber's hair. "Cutting corners on the Wall of Greatness is digging my own grave."
Gwen walked away after saying this. Amber, who was left behind, heard Rebecca muttering to herself, "What the ancestor said makes sense …"
Amber glanced at Rebecca and said, "You think whatever your ancestor said makes sense."
Rebecca said with a serious face, "No, the ancestor seemed to make sense when talking about digging graves."
Amber looked at Rebecca with admiration. "… No wonder you get beaten up every now and then."
On the other side, Gwen found Heti and others waiting for him at the edge of the dock.
"After this batch of materials arrives, I'll set off for the wasteland," Gwen said to Heti. "The political affairs of the duchy will be left to you and the government office. The military affairs will be handed over to Byron and Philip. The rest of the departments will have their own leaders and emergency plans. Just follow the previous development plan."
"You really want to go in person?" Heti bit her lip and finally could not help but ask. "It's not necessary …"
"No one knows the wasteland better than I do. And I also want to see the situation of the Wall and the wasteland with my own eyes." Gwen interrupted Heti. He looked at her with a smile on his face. "Why, are you not confident? Are you worried that you can't manage it well? "
If someone else asked the same question, the best answer would undoubtedly be no. Heti would use her usual maturity and calmness to respond to all doubts about her ability.
But the person in front of her was her ancestor, the pillar of the Cecil family, the person who supported and led the land from 800 refugees and tents all the way to today. In front of him, her reservedness and stubbornness would be seen through at a glance.
"… I'm a little worried." Heti nodded gently.
"You can do it well." Gwen patted Heti on the shoulder. "When the Cecil family was at its lowest, it was you who supported the family and persevered. Now, the government office's operations are in good order under your management. You're more capable than you think."
Heti wanted to say that the territory she helped Rebecca to govern was just a viscount's territory, but now Cecil's territory was the entire Duchy of the Southern Border. The difference between the two was like heaven and earth. But looking at Gwen's smiling face, she quickly calmed down.
"I understand." She bowed her head. "I won't let you down."
"Don't let the people down. It's not easy for them to live a good life." Gwen nodded. "Don't worry, I'll set up a magic network relay device along the way. Even on the edge of the wasteland, I'll maintain contact with the territory. Besides, the road pathfinders have completed half of the road construction project. We'll have a convenient road through the Black Forest with modern vehicles and roads. You'll soon find that the seemingly distant wasteland is not too far away from you. "
It was the 30th day of the Month of Harvest, 15 days before the Harvest Festival.
After two days of preparation and mobilization, the first batch of supplies to be sent to the south was loaded onto the advanced magic-powered carriages. A large fleet of carriages — the product of the Cecil magic-powered industry — passed through the fortress in the Gloom Mountains and departed from the South Gate Fortress, heading towards the wastelands of Gondor.
Gwen personally led the convoy. In addition to the accompanying magic-powered combat soldiers, Solderin also led a group of elite Steel Rangers as a guard. The convoy would soon catch up with the pathfinders who had gone deep into the Black Forest and meet up with the pathfinders' engineering team and the White Knight's Guards. The supplies carried by the convoy would be used to build the last forward base at the edge of the Black Forest. Further ahead …
It was the edge of the wasteland, the Decaying Plain.
…
"Open the gate! Let the convoy pass! "
As the gate controller shouted, the arcanotech machine let out a low roar. Heavy gears and hinges pulled the heavy steel gate open slowly. Between the rocks at the southern foot of the Gloom Mountain Range, a 'rock wall' covered in armor and turrets opened its door, armed to the teeth. Large transport vehicles drove out one after another. On both sides and in front of the transport vehicles, there were also a few 'multipurpose combat vehicles' with light armor plates, laser gun ports around them, and enchanted crystals fixed on top of them. They were escorting the vehicles.
At the back of the convoy, there were several magic cannons pulled by tractors.
Accompanied by the sound of flutes and the roar of engines, the convoy drove along the hardened road toward the Black Forest.
At the edge of the Black Forest, an extraordinarily tall giant tree stood quietly in the midst of the twisted and festering vegetation. The tree, which carried the name of 'giant', was at least a hundred meters tall. And in the Black Forest, the corrupted and insane magic energy had further accelerated the mutation of these towering trees. Its ferocious canopy stretched out in all directions, and there was not a single leaf on the thin and crooked branches. In the murky sky, the canopy was like a bunch of shriveled limbs, pointing wildly at the sky.
The convoy drove into the Black Forest.
The branches and leaves of the giant tree shook and rustled. On the top branch, a cloud of black mist suddenly condensed. A huge decaying crow with festering flesh and half of its skull exposed emerged from the mist.
The raven's dark eyes stared at the direction of the convoy. Suddenly, a hoarse voice came out from its rotting vocal cords. "Gawain Cecil has left his territory … He has personally gone to the Wall of Grandeur."
Then the crow turned its head, as if something in the void was talking to it. It listened and continued to speak. "The north is more important, the north is more important … I know, I know. I will continue to watch, but I will only watch from afar … "
As the crow spoke, it listened again. It seemed to have heard something that angered it. It suddenly flapped its wings angrily. "You ask me why I am watching from afar?! Do you know how dangerous those crazy Cecil people are?! Do you know how terrifying those lunatics are?!
"Do you know how they build the road? Do you know how they 'explore' the forest? Do you know how they go through all those traps and monster nests?!
"Those lunatics, those Cecil people who only have the impulse to destroy, they are definitely the projection of the devil in this material world, the product of the demon and an active volcano. Listen, Dorne was blown up, and so was' Rotten Poison Borl '. There were also the eighteen Plague Beasts and the six Festering Beasts that they tamed, and Padore. Damn it, Padore just wanted to get closer to take a look. Who knew that the Cecil people would blow up the entire forest? I will only watch from afar. I want to stay as far away from those lunatics as possible! Even the Storm Children who were brain-damaged by the sound of the deep sea were much calmer than those Cecil people!
"If you have a problem with that, then send someone to replace me. I would rather go to the Abyss of Flesh and Blood for hard labor … Oh, damn it!"
The crow's continuous cursing suddenly stopped. "It" looked in horror at the outer wall of the steel fortress in the distance. It saw that several cannons on the top of the fortress had suddenly turned towards its direction.
"Those lunatics may have found me!"
The crow screamed and flapped its wings to fly away. Almost at the same time, the continuous roar broke the silence of the Dark Forest, tearing the chaotic sky and the mist in the forest apart.
Large clouds of smoke and dust shrouded the Corrupted Woodland in the distance. In the cannon control room of the South Gate Fortress, Great Architect Gordon watched the scene on the holographic projection seriously. He watched as the smoke and dust rose, and he watched as large patches of trees turned into ashes.
The power of the fixed longsong cannons was indeed amazing.
The mechanical soldier in charge of controlling the cannons reported, "The main cannons on the top wall have been successfully activated. The No. II turret on the top wall needs to be calibrated. The observation device is working well. "
"Good. Record the data. Test all the sub-cannons in an hour. George, bring two assistants and check out the situation of Turret II. "
Gordon let out a sigh of relief as he arranged the work in an orderly manner.
When he first started the construction of the South Gate Fortress, he was still very nervous and worried. This notoriously corrupted area was terrifying, and at that time, the open, almost unguarded cave entrance made him even more restless. But as the construction went on, and the southern defensive wall and turrets were installed, his initial nervousness and worry completely disappeared.
Indeed, as the count said, the Dark Forest was dangerous, but in the face of the power of Cecil's magical engineering industry, it was nothing.
"Nothing happened again today." In front of another console next to him, a mechanical soldier lamented. What he lamented happened to be what Gordon was thinking. "Another peaceful day."
"Don't let your guard down," another mechanical soldier reminded. "There are still monsters in the Dark Forest. Maybe there will be completely crazy monsters attacking the fortress."
"Don't worry. I won't let my guard down."
The soldier's vigilance is really strong.
Gordon could not help but sigh in his heart. But at the same time, he was a little worried.
The monsters in the Dark Forest … seem to be getting fewer and fewer …
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