The Sentinel Tower stood on the ground.
For those born in the Great Recession, the Sentinel Tower was a miracle beyond their imagination. The tower was hundreds of meters tall and thousands of meters tall, including the base and floating height. It was beyond the technological limits of any human country (including Cecil Dukedom). The surging energy of each Sentinel Tower was enough to support the simultaneous operation of all the mage towers in the capital of Ansu. The many technologies they used, including large-scale anti-gravity field, adaptive shield technology, combined force field projection technology, and so on, were something that the scholars of today could only look up to.
After establishing the third forward base and ensuring the supply of supplies and smooth roads, Cecil's engineering team continued to head south. Finally, on the 1st of the month of frost, they arrived at the foot of the sentry tower that needed to be reinforced. Next to the highland known as "Thunder Hill", the engineers laid down the first wooden stake for the camp.
Bruce, a middle-aged craftsman from the King's City who was once a member of the Hundred Construction Assistance Team, was the chief architect of this' Pinnacle Base '. This short and stout middle-aged man stood on a big wooden box in the middle of the camp, holding a blueprint for reference in his hand. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the construction progress of the workers. His nose, which had turned red due to excessive drinking, was even redder and shinier in the wind of the wasteland.
"Connect to the Magic Net first. Don't be in a hurry to turn on the Obelisk. Connect to the base board first! Those who go to the wall, be careful not to leave the range of the shield, especially the wind barrier. The air here is not good for your health! Char, Bob, take three people and put up the jammer, or the Obelisk won't be able to turn on … "
Bruce's loud voice echoed in the construction site. The middle-aged man from the Captical was full of vigor and fighting spirit. He looked at the busy construction site in front of him, at the wasteland outside the construction site, and at the huge tower and the dense energy barrier around it. The nervousness in his heart had turned into excitement and even a little pride.
This was the place where a great architect should be.
He came from the Captical and was a veteran carpenter. His ancestors had been carpenters for generations, but he was born to be a restless person. Bruce Rock swore on his family name — the family name showed his dwarven ancestry — that he was born to do great things. He yearned for adventure, yearned to do great things in the extraordinary field, and did not want to be a carpenter cooped up in the stable capital. However, he did not have any extraordinary talent, and even the dwarf bloodline passed down from his ancestors only gave him an extra arm of strength, so in the end, he still inherited the name of his family. However, the development plan of the Southern Territory … let this restless carpenter see hope.
He was one of the few members of the Hundred Construction Team who volunteered.
"Is the jammer in place? Report it is in place. It's your safety, don't delay! "
Bruce's loud voice rang out again.
He had seen extraordinary opportunities in the south. He had seen the attack of the Aberrations, the rise of a magic city, the establishment of a dukedom, and the grand "Industrial New City Project". He had done his best to seize these opportunities and prove his strength in front of Great Architect Gordon. And today, he finally encountered the greatest opportunity —
To start work on the wasteland.
There was no doubt that this extraordinary "service" would be his greatest achievement. Bruce believed that he would be directly named as a "Great Architect" when he returned. He would become one of Cecil's most senior technicians, just like Mr. Gordon, who was also a "Great Architect". And there were only a few people in this position, such as "Great Architect" Mr. Egg, "Master Magician" Mr. Kamel, and Miss Rebecca …
The basic facilities of the camp were quickly set up. The magic network units that could be easily assembled were first connected into a powerful array, and several "Steel Ambassadors" were located in the center of the magic network arrays and had been connected online. But before these multi-purpose chariots that could act as magic obelisks activated their crystals, several special devices were first set up in various parts of the base.
They were some metal poles, the bottom of which was deeply buried in the ground. Several parallel "branches" were two meters above the ground. A series of runes were distributed on the surface of the branches, and small pieces of crystals were embedded at the top of the metal branches like the tip of a Buddhist staff, emitting a faint light.
These devices were called "jammers".
It was very dangerous to use high-power magical devices near the Grand Wall because the monsters that spawned in the Mana Tide had an unquenchable thirst for pure magic. Just like the aberrations that wandered outside and approached human towns, the powerful magic obelisks were like lighthouses in the dark night before these monsters. They were already on the high ground of the Sentry Tower, and for some of the Mana Tide monsters with stronger senses, this was already their sniffing zone. To prevent the magic obelisks from attracting powerful monsters the moment they were turned on, and to prevent the Grand Wall, which was not in good condition, from being attacked by the monsters, the construction workers had to do some preparatory work in advance.
The jammer was made for this purpose.
Its branching branches were inscribed with aura concealment, magic concealment, and elemental disruption runes. The effect was not perfect, but given the average intelligence of the wasteland monsters, these spells were enough to disrupt the judgment of the aberrations from a distance.
Of course, if the enemy was close enough, or if the monsters were extraordinarily sensitive and had preliminary intelligence, these simple jammers would not have much effect. By then, the safety of the camp would still depend on the Grand Wall and the guns in the hands of the loyal soldiers. But as long as they could filter out 60 to 70 percent of the monsters, it would meet Gwen's requirements.
At the edge of the camp, Gwen stood on a boulder beside Thunder Hill, watching the pathfinders set up the jammers in several predetermined places. As they were activated one by one, the crystals and runic arrays shone faintly, and the magic aura of the entire camp quickly became weak and chaotic.
This level of camouflage could not fool the high-order or even middle-order powerhouses, but it should be able to filter out more than 70 percent of the aberrations.
The nearby air was slightly distorted, and Amber's figure condensed out of the air. She came to Gwen and said casually, "The jammer has been activated."
"I saw it."
"To be honest, I was relieved after this thing was activated." Amber exaggeratedly wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead. Then she was a little curious. "But then again … to survive in the wasteland, this jammer technology is necessary. We rely on the jammer to protect the camp, but how did the other 'tower repair team' solve the problem? Like the team in the Western Region … "
Gwen glanced at the half-elf and said, "Is your brain stuck again?"
"Hey, what do you mean?"
"Do you still need to ask such a simple question?" Gwen knocked on Amber's head. "The jammer is just a spellcasting device, and it's not a high-level spell. Those teams without the jammer just need to find a few mages to stand in the camp and cast Aura Concealment and Mana Concealment at a fixed position for a day. When they're tired of standing, they'll change mages, or give them a chair to sit on."
Amber blinked, and when she realized what Hao Ren meant, she could not help but mutter, "Gosh, I suddenly feel so stupid when I think about it …"
"Is it stupid? But before the 'general use' and 'civilian use' of the arcanotech devices, all mages actually did it. "Gwen shrugged." They were proud of their ability to control and release extraordinary power, and until today, most of the extraordinary people in the region still think so, except for Cecil. "
Hearing Gwen's words, even Amber, who did not like to use her brain, could not help but ponder. Gwen shook his head and turned to look in the direction of the Sentry Tower.
The massive gray-white tower was suspended in the anti-gravity field, quietly releasing its massive energy in the turbid and distorted world. The base of the tower, which was like a small hill, was built on top of Thunder Hill. Part of it was integrated with the hill, and a large number of complex structures were hidden deep in the rocks and soil. Several raised 'ridges' extended from the connection between the base and the hill, like the aerial roots of trees, and extended far across the land. Some of them extended in the direction of the Black Forest, and the camp built by Cecil's engineering team was near one of the 'ridges'.
Gwen knew that the 'ridges' that looked like aerial roots were actually the integrated sensors and engineering piping unit of the Sentry Tower. Six of them extended from each base symmetrically, three of them were outside the barrier, and the other three were inside the barrier. They were constantly collecting pollution readings inside and outside the barrier and uploading them to the tower's artificial intelligence for reference, to ensure that the barrier could adjust in real time with the changes in internal and external pressure. The amazing 'adaptive shield' technology of the Sentry Tower was actually achieved by relying on these complex and massive sensor arrays.
There was such a superb technological product so close to the human kingdom, but just because of the Black Forest, the Gloom Mountains, and 700 years of decline and decline, the decline of Ansu was unimaginable. Civilization was really a fragile thing.
What would the elves who built the Sentry Tower think after seeing the decline of the human kingdom, especially Ansu?
Would they despise it? Or would they marvel at it, just like how people on Earth marveled at the decline of European technology after the fall of the Roman Empire, and how barbarism had replaced civilization? Or … they had no time to marvel at the decline of the human race, because even they could no longer build the core devices of the Sentry Tower.
A nimble figure jumped onto the boulder. Holding a short bow, Solderlin appeared before Gwen.
"Sentries have been set up in the surrounding area. No Festered monsters have been detected."
"Very good. Tell the rangers to be on high alert." Gwen nodded slightly, and then suddenly said, "Go and organize a team of elite soldiers. Call Sonia and come to see me."
Solderlin froze for a moment. "Call Mother? What are you going to do? "
"I want to enter the Sentry Tower," Gwen said. "I want to check the situation inside."
Before Solderlin could respond, Amber exclaimed, "Oh my god. Old dumpling, are you kidding?"
"Why would I joke about this?" Gwen glanced at the half-elf. "We're here to solve the problem of the Sentry Tower. If it's just building a sub-tower and a pressure relief point, a good architect with blueprints and a team of engineers can do it. Our purpose here is to find as many clues as possible from the Sentry Tower."
"I understand." Solderlin lowered his head. "I'll arrange the men."
"Do I have to go with you?" Amber could not help but point at her own nose. "You didn't tell me to run into the Sentry Tower before you came. Standing 800 meters away from the barrier is my limit. Let me tell you …"
Gwen did not say a word. He just looked at her with a half-smile. When she saw the familiar "You can say whatever you want, I'm going to carry you away under my arm" expression, Amber's pointy ears drooped. "Fine, fine. I'm just taking your salary …"
"You should have said so earlier."
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