Sword of Daybreaker

In the clear and cloudless winter night sky, stars twinkle, stars from faraway space shine through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows in Gawain’s room, faintly silver stars sweep across the furnishings in the room, on the floor Leaving a long shadow, Gao Wen put on his pajamas, came to the French window, raised his head and stared at the night sky for a long time.

He woke up completely, and finally determined that he was not dreaming just now—the cold night made him more awake, and at the same time, he recalled the image data sent to him by the satellite just now.

In that somewhat distorted surveillance picture, he saw a few vague shadows. One was the closest and looked like some kind of aircraft. It seemed to be passing the satellite at high speed. I wonder if it was an illusion. Gao Wen always felt that Something has a "sneaky" appearance; the other shadows are a little further away, some of them look triangular, and the last one is extraordinarily large. Its outline... makes Gawain unable to help but have many associations. .

"What is it..."

Gawain murmured subconsciously, and at the same time concentrated on communicating with the surveillance satellite in space.

The connection was very smooth. With the concentration of mental power, Gao Wen quickly felt that his vision had reached the height of the satellite. He "opened his eyes" and manipulated the optical sensor monitoring the satellite to search around, trying to find the uninvited guests. However, in the limited perspective of the surveillance satellite, he found nothing in the end.

Those things may have left-anyway, it can't be an illusion. After all, the image data are all there, and it is impossible for things like satellite monitoring to produce an "illusion".

After thinking about it for a while, Gawain switched the direction of the spiritual connection again. With a slight dizziness, he came to a system with a higher position and a wider perspective-he entered the monitoring system of the Sky Station.

The horizons of the Cangqiang Station and the surveillance satellite are slightly different, and they have higher controllability. Gao Wen hoped that this thing would record more content, but he did not expect much.

Fortunately, this was not without gain-when visiting a recent record of Cangqiang Station, a giant shadow flashed by suddenly appeared in the video before his eyes.

Gawain immediately stopped the picture, and then rewinded it frame by frame. After a bit of a difficult operation, he finally captured a clearer silhouette-when he saw the form of the giant shadow clearly, He finally made sure that the association he had made when seeing the blurred picture from the satellite was correct.

That thing...looks like an exceptionally weird dragon, built by machinery, covered with a sophisticated and biologically characteristic alloy shell, and underneath the wings are engine blocks.

Even Gawain himself, who has good conceit and imagination, has never imagined something similar.

After reconfirming the surveillance records, Gawain withdrew from the connection with the space facility. He stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, his thoughts fluctuating.

Something appeared in space... This caused him as much shock as he had heard the battle report recorded in the Eternal Slate. Since the coffin was unveiled, he has rarely experienced such nervousness, or even a slight loss. When he was at a loss, and after confirming that one of those things looked like some kind of "mechanical dragon", he was nervous and uneasy and had many messy thoughts. He thought of Tal who suddenly lost contact. Lund, thinking of Melita Penia, who was in an unknown condition, and Enya, the dragon god, who looked a little wrong before he left. In his wild thoughts, he had many guesses and thoughts...

No matter what happened to Tarrond, no matter what happened in space, at least in Cecil City tonight... Gawain had very rare insomnia.

...

When the first ray of light of the morning shines in the lush ancestral woodland, the glorious and ancient elven empire gradually wakes up from the night.

The city of Elves is bathed in the morning light in the depths of the forest. This beautiful city with a large number of white high walls and streamlined roofs is like a shining orb inlaid in the dense forest. Its houses are row upon row, and there are tall, slender, high-strength bridges between the cities. Connected to each other, a sparkling river runs through the city, and in the middle of the river, in the middle of the city, the pure white fairy king's court is supported by one hundred and seventy-seven curved frames like ribs, suspended in the air. Go up, overlooking the whole city.

On a bridge at the highest point of the Elf King's Court, Belcetia Morningstar was walking slowly across the royal walkway inlaid with finely broken feldspar, her high-ranking maid and trusted courtiers were following her.

A breeze blew from the direction of the forest, and there was a low buzzing sound in the sky. Bersetia raised her head and saw a huge shadow drifting slowly across the sky on the west side-the Temple of Stars Flying in low-speed cruise mode over the Royal City, from this angle you can see the bottom of the ancient temple, she saw that the armor belt made of high-strength alloy is lined up with anti-gravity engines one after another, some of which have already been Extinguished, other engines were releasing a constant light blue or light white halo, a trickle of magic power wandering in the base of the Temple of Stars, like a blood stream surging in an artery.

"Has the routine maintenance of the Temple of the Stars ended..." The Silver Queen muttered to herself softly, "It took a long time this time... Winter is almost over."

The high-ranking astrologer Vilania Silver Star who was following to the side immediately responded: "Yes, because this time we are trying to use the magic net power device and arcane constrictor shared by the Cecilians to enhance the stars. The core power of the temple involves the disassembly and transformation of the deep power cabin of the temple—the project is larger than in previous years, and it takes longer."

"A bold transformation, there were many opponents, but fortunately everything went well in the end," Bersetia nodded, "Now those opposition voices have finally disappeared."

"Actually, I can understand those who oppose opening the deep power capsule," the senior astrology master said with some emotion. "They are experienced scholars like me, but they are more cautious-they actually recognize human development. The magical technology developed, but rashly transforming the core structure of the Temple of the Stars is very risky. They are just worried that the risk will get out of control."

"Don't worry, I don't blame those people. Their intention is to protect the wealth of the empire," Bersetia smiled, and his eyes moved slowly with the temple of stars that had crossed over the city. "The past two years I have to sit on the seat of dominance almost half of the time here. The painful roars of those ancient machines keep me awake at night. Now that I know that their pain can be reduced, this fact is worthy of joy—— Astrology Master, those transformations are really effective, right?"

"It's not enough to restore the Temple of Stars to its glory, but it does curb the rate of decline of the core power system. As you can see, the additional energy unit reduces the pressure on almost all systems, especially some of the severely aging anti-gravity engines. There is a chance to breathe-this means we have the opportunity to perform a more thorough repair," Verania said with a smile, and the respectable great astrology master was clearly in a good mood, "I am not yet I can guarantee that it will be fixed, but this is indeed a good start."

"So it is wise for us to start technical cooperation with Cecil-human beings are more creative than us, and they have indeed found a way that no one has ever walked before," Bercetia said, stopping. "Then we should also respond to another invitation they sent the other day."

Standing behind Bersettia’s side, the Minister of the Empire, Valentian Jingu, whispered: "About the invitation to witness the signing of the peace agreement between Cecil and Typhon at Sentry Post 112 in the northeast..."

"And the invitation to join the'Civilized Community Alliance'," the Queen Silver glanced at her first minister, "this is the more important thing."

"...There have been discussions in the parliament, and there are still some different voices," the Minister of the First Aid pondered his vocabulary. "The main reason lies in whether this unprecedented'union' of all races and countries is stable and reliable, Gawain Sisi Whether the things you promised are feasible, and whether our benefits and the risks and responsibilities we need to bear after joining this alliance are equal. In particular, the last one is discussed by the members very much..."

"Arrogant," Bersetia said lightly.

Minister Shoufu was a little surprised: "...Your Majesty?"

"It's arrogant," Bersetia said. "For seven hundred years, the Silver Empire has become the most powerful country on this continent. We have assumed the role of the Gondor Empire in the past, and we have taken the lead in many things— —This has begun to imprint in the minds of many people, so that it is difficult for them to accept that the dominance of one thing is in the hands of others.

"...Although your evaluation is pertinent, it is also too sharp," the Prime Minister said helplessly. "The starting point of most congressmen is still based on the interests of the empire."

"Of course, this is the prerequisite for their existence, and I still quite believe in it," Bersetia nodded, "So I also believe that they will discuss the results soon. I will not urge on this point. . It's you... Valentian, I want to hear your opinion on this matter."

The Prime Minister thought for a while, and then raised his head: "I tend to accept the Cecil's invitation-not only accept, but also proactively move closer to this new alliance, and try to show the silver empire's strength in the process of its formation. Influence and huge size to ensure our future important seats in this new alliance."

"Oh?" Bersetia gave Valentian a surprised look. "I didn't expect you to be so serious about this."

The Prime Minister was silent for a moment before organizing the words: "In the past two years, the Gaoling Kingdom has established a trade channel with the Typhon Empire. All trade areas have shown incredible development speed. On the one hand, we are also conducting economic and technical exchanges with the Typhons and Cecils at the same time. The feedback we receive is also in your eyes—all signs indicate that the order of the entire Loren continent is reorganizing. , The once disintegrated human kingdom is re-establishing a close relationship, and this time, even the dwarves and orcs in the west and the dragonborn in the north have also been drawn into this new order...

"This new order has taken shape, and its trend is irreversible, especially now that even Cecil and Typhon have chosen to coexist peacefully after the war. This shows that the last obstacle to the integration of North and South and the integration of East and West on the Loren continent has been eliminated. As far as the Silver Empire is concerned, we can neither destroy this trend without reason, nor be unaffected by it. Since the old tradition of self-care needs to be changed, then we might as well join it-with the influence of the empire, We can secure our important seat in this new alliance, so as to continue to maintain the silver empire's position in the southern region of the mainland...."

Bersetia listened carefully to Valendian’s thoughts—the other party didn’t actually say it very deeply. After all, this is just a walkway outside the Elf King’s Court, not the Royal Chamber where the Silver Queen handles government affairs. But even so, he It also clarifies the distribution of benefits behind the whole thing.

A smile finally appeared on the face of the empress.

"Very well, Valendian," she nodded approvingly, "you said it well."

"It's just some immature opinions," Valentian lowered his head. "In addition, there are actually many members of Parliament who have similar views to me."

"This shows that there are still many smart people in our parliament," Bersetia said with a smile, and then her conversation changed. "In short, no matter what the outcome of their discussion on this matter, there is no doubt about one thing. ——The peace agreement between Cecil and Typhon requires elves to testify. We did a similar testimony 700 years ago, and this time there is no reason to refuse."

"Yes," Valentian said, "Everyone has reached a consensus on this."

"Then prepare now," Belcetia nodded, "I'm going to post 112 in person to testify."

Her voice fell, and the Verania Silver Star on the side immediately subconsciously showed a surprised expression, but as the first minister, Valentian did not respond much-it seems that this minister who has followed the Silver Queen for many years From the beginning, it was expected that Bersetia would make such a decision, and had already made a targeted plan, he just nodded: "Understand, I will arrange this matter."

"Very good," Bersetia gave a satisfied expression, and then she glanced at the sky at the end of the city-the glorious giant sun has completely risen above the forest, and the corona covered with wood grains is gently shining on the king city, "take a walk. Time is over-you go to the chamber first, I will be there later."

The first ministers, high-level astrology masters, and several other subjects immediately took the orders. They stepped back and said neatly: "Yes, your majesty."

The subjects left, and only the Silver Queen and her two high-level maids were left on the trail hanging high in the sky.

"Let's go too," Belcetia said to the maid beside him, "Don't let the courtiers wait too long."

The two maids followed her, and after a short walk out, one of the maids finally couldn't help but speak: "Your Majesty, do you really want to go to the north in person?"

Bersetia slowed down. She glanced at the maid who had been with her since she was a child and had a very close relationship with her, with a smile on her face: "Don't you look forward to seeing Uncle Gao Wen?"

"It's not...it's just a bit of a surprise. The sentry in the north is much longer than the one when the sacred covenant was concluded seven hundred years ago."

"The disintegrated human beings have come together again-it's worth a long journey," Bersetia said slowly, a trace of contemplation gradually appeared on her face, "and... there are things I want to confirm with my own eyes."