Sword of Daybreaker

  The study was quiet for a while, and Gawain fell into contemplation behind the desk—the information that was suddenly sent to him put him under a certain amount of pressure, but on the other hand, all of this did not completely exceed his expectations.

As early as the day when he knew that there was a remnant of cultists who were still active in the wasteland, he knew that he would have to face this trouble one day. Compared with the sudden activities of these cultists, Veronica The information revealed about the Deep Blue Well, the Iron Man Corps, and the remaining base was even more unexpected.

  All this strengthened his determination to counterattack the wasteland-this goal that he had secretly set in his heart not long after he woke up, suddenly there was one more reason to work hard at this moment.

"In short, no matter what the cultists want to do, their goal is definitely not for world peace, unity and friendship." In thinking, Gawain broke the silence in a low voice. "The more energy they steal from the Deep Blue Well, it means they The more dangerous things you want to plan...can't just sit back and watch."

"But they are in the depths of the wasteland," Veronica said quietly, "it is a vast and polluted land, and there are countless aberrations lingering around-any desperate place outside the magnificent wall. Compared with the Gondor Wasteland, it is as comfortable as a garden. Those cultists hiding in the contaminated area means that they have almost absolute safety."

   Gao Wen did not speak for a while, but leaned back gently, and the wind coming from his ears became more noisy.

  Veronica is talking about the biggest problem at the moment-the vast wasteland. For the nations living in clean areas, the wasteland is an extremely dangerous and desperate situation, but for those cultists who have adapted to the wasteland environment through biochemical transformation, the terrible magical pollution and wandering aberrations are theirs. Natural barrier, even if Gawain and Veronica know where the cultists are hiding now, they almost have nothing to do with those guys. After all... Seven hundred years have passed, the countries around the Gangduo Wasteland. It's just that it can maintain the border, and no one has really raised the banner of counterattack wasteland.

  But not in the past, does not mean not in the present, let alone in the future.

Gao Wenqu raised his fingers and tapped the armrest of the seat twice. His eyes fell on the wall not far away. On the wall where the map of the continent was hung, a new flag symbolizing the Union of Community was added. , The flag was bathed in the afternoon sun, and the silk fabric looked shining.

"I never mentioned this to you before, because I judged that the time was not ripe," Veronica's voice came from the side, "You have a bigger and more urgent crisis to face, separate The slightest amount of energy is at risk of overthrowing, and even if I told you about the wasteland at that time, you or your allies could do nothing, but now... I think we have some leeway to consider the previous internal Hidden danger."

Gao Wen couldn't help but glanced at her. What the other party said didn't sound like a problem, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that these judgments only calculated rigid data, but did not take into account the variability of humans. This way of judging things seemed Doesn't fit human thinking habits... Is this also the effect of too long time on her?

  Veronica noticed his gaze: "Is there any problem?"

"No, not," Gawain shook his head, his eyes fell on the Alliance banner not far away again, and said with a thoughtful expression, "To this day, we are still not ready to counterattack the wasteland, whether it is technical The reserve is still from the perspective of human and material resources. This is not a problem that the Cecil Empire can solve independently at this stage, but on the other hand... We have now established an alliance, relying on it, we have the opportunity to mobilize unprecedented power. Do big things, so..."

"So this is no longer an out of reach," Veronica said calmly, "If all the countries on the continent can realize that the threat in the wasteland is just about to move, then even if we still can't recover the wasteland , At least you can do something, even if it’s one kilometer toward the magnificent wall, even if it’s a few outposts on its border."

Gawain pondered, and slowly said in his thoughts: "I think your thinking is too conservative-if several more powerful countries are really willing to do this together, then we might be able to do more than that. "

All kinds of thoughts were surging in his heart. While talking, Gawain sorted out the list of countries that might actively cooperate in this matter as a list. When those alliance countries came to his mind one by one, he gradually realized this. What an effective force, I suddenly realized that the "counter-offensive wasteland" had already had a certain foundation unknowingly.

It is indeed difficult to counterattack the wasteland by relying on Cecil, but if Typhon and the Silver Empire are willing to actively contribute, and border countries such as Ogure and the Highmountain Kingdom are willing to actively cooperate, this matter... does not seem to be. So far?

But even so, this matter cannot be achieved overnight. Even if the conditions are ready now, a plan for a counter-offensive wasteland requires a long-term plan. After all, the mortal kingdoms have been far away from the ancient corrupted land for too many years. Up.

Gawain unreservedly told Veronica what he thought in his heart, and said at the end: "I will send a message to Typhon and the Silver Empire as soon as possible. Anyway, I must warn them first, but anyway, It’s not easy to enter the Gondor Wasteland. It takes a long time to prepare."

"I know," Veronica nodded, "but please as soon as possible-I have now lost the clues of those cultists again. They are preparing a plan that no one knows in the blind spot of everyone's vision, only to find it soon. Only with them can I really feel at ease."

   Gao Wen didn't make a sound, but sat down behind the desk with a deep face and nodded slowly.

  ……

When the wind in the last week of the recovery month blows across the plain, all the golden daisy flowers in Changzhi Manor will be in full bloom. These beautiful little flowers with pale golden petals are actually not eye-catching in the plains, but they have always been deeply affected by their strong vitality. The Wendell family’s favorite-it is planted on both sides of every road of the manor, extending from the high ground where the red windmill is located to the edge of the grove, from the direction of the farm to the one designed by Bud Wendell. In the main house, when the warm wind blows through, an aroma mixed with the smell of earth will float from the flowers and overflow all the avenues and paths.

A magic car with the Wendell family emblem drove through the wide and flat "National Avenue" and drove from the cobblestone path to the main entrance of the Long Branch Manor. The servants had already been waiting at the entrance of the manor, waiting for it. The owner who had been away for too long—the car stopped on the open ground. After the door opened, Andesa Wendell, who was tall and had a gray-haired shawl, finally stood on the land she was most familiar with.

The young wolf general has taken off his military uniform and is wearing a spring uniform that is more like an ordinary woman. The high-end but simple white dress is slightly raised in the wind, which slightly reduces her cold and rigid military popularity. , But still couldn't completely cover up that Ling Ran and neat temperament.

Andesa Wendell nodded in response to the servants who came to greet her, and then she couldn't help but glance over the familiar things in her sight-she saw the main road at her feet winding in the direction of the main house, not far away There is a mage tower standing on the hill, and further afield, you can see lush fruit forests, nurseries and stables. A small river winds through the woods in the distance and flows towards the direction of the National Highway.

  This is her own manor, a small part of the fief under her name, and it is not a short distance from the emperor. Many years ago, the owner of this manor was her father, and after his father "disappeared", the manor was quickly transferred to her by her grandfather. For Andesa, almost all the good and bad memories of her from childhood to adolescence are solidified here. Compared with the family mansion located in the imperial capital, this slightly remote manor is more like her memory. "Family".

Andesa took a breath and calmed her mind. Perhaps she had experienced too many changes. When she returned to this familiar land again, she found that her mood had become so complicated that she could hardly understand it. degree.

  At this moment, the housekeeper in the manor came forward at the right time, leaned in front of the mistress and said: "Miss, Duke Pei Dinan is here, and he is waiting for you in the lobby on the first floor of the main house."

  Is grandfather waiting for himself here?

  Andesa blinked, without much unexpected expression on her face. She nodded and signaled the housekeeper to disband the servants assembled here, and at the same time stepped calmly to the main house not far away.

In the main house, the gray-haired Duke Perdinand Wendell is standing quietly in front of the north wall, looking up at the large portraits hanging on the wall-if according to the "regulations" of most Typhon noble residences , This position should be the portrait of the owner of this place, which is the "formal portrait" drawn by Andessa when she was an adult, but in fact the one hanging here is still the one ten years ago: Bud Wen Del's full-length portrait.

On the large picture, the young Bud Wendell is standing in the armored showroom with imposing vigor, full of armor, a large cloak, a sword standing in front of him, and his eyes are as sharp as wolves. The owner is no longer there. However, a certain spirit of the previous generation of General Wolf seems to be deeply imprinted in the painting. In the writings of the prestigious master of the imperial capital, this spirit even comes out, making every watcher feel the suddenness. The aura of —— but the gray-haired Pei Dinan stood here. When he looked at the painting, he only showed a soft and nostalgic look, like any old father.

  The sound of opening the door and the sound of footsteps came right at this time. Pei Dinan turned around and saw Andesa Wendell standing at the door.

  Sunlight sprinkled into the hall from behind Andessa, with a misty texture, spreading a golden glow on the shoulders of the girl who took off her uniform.

  After a few seconds of relative silence, Grand Duke Perdinand finally broke the silence softly: "Andersa, you are back."

   "Yes, grandfather," Andesa walked into the hall, with an inexplicable sense of restraint and distance, "I'm back."

She looked at Duke Perdinand, this extremely powerful old man in memory was actually much older than just a few months ago, and his hair was completely white-although the Wendell family's gray hair color was very close to white, but Now Duke Perdinant's hair has completely faded the gray texture, and only a plain white that is almost silver-his burly body is also slightly shaky, although it is still tall, she no longer needs her to look up.

Andesa's gaze crossed her grandfather again, and she saw the full-length portrait of her father on the back wall. The soldier in uniform brought a touch in her heart, and then some new memories emerged in her mind. An image seemed to appear in front of her, and gradually overlapped with the father in the portrait——

A little blessed, wearing the uniform of the research institute, lack of care for his beard and hair due to indulging in research, holding a record board, can give himself a hundred questions at any time, extremely good at going to the cafeteria to grab chicken legs with colleagues, and reminding him when he returns Drink your own medicine.

   Stacked for a long time, but did not stack.

  Andesa controlled the change in her expression at the last moment-on such a serious occasion, in front of her grandfather, she still needs to pay attention.

Pei Dinan didn't know what Andesa was thinking of at this moment. He just noticed the other's eye hidden under the bangs for the first time. That eye was bloody, obviously different from normal eyeballs: " Andesa, your eyes..."

"During the Cecil bombing...wounded," Andesa touched the corner of her eye subconsciously, with a trace of shame in her expression. "After their treatment, her vision was restored, but her eyeballs happened. Some changes-I actively asked to leave this mark as a reminder to myself."

  Pei Dinan stared at Andesa, and sighed softly after a while: "You... have suffered a lot."

  This is probably the softest and most caring thing the "Steel Duke" can say?

  Andersa thought in her heart, and shook her head slightly: "The physical injury is not important. My performance in the Battle of Winter Wolf... Did you disappoint?"

Pei Dinan did not speak, but looked at his granddaughter quietly, until this gaze almost turned into real pressure, he said, "Why should I be disappointed? Because you chose to surrender? Or because you failed to hold the fortress. ?"

  Andesa did not say a word.

"Andersa, you really did not defend Winter Wolf Fort, and you are indeed the first wolf general to surrender on the battlefield, but for Typhon as a whole, you are defending more than just a Winter Wolf Fort," Pei Dinan Shen Sheng said, "Make the right judgment at the right time and take the mission of protecting the motherland's interests. Have you achieved these two points?"

  Andesa did not hesitate: "I did it."

   "That's good," Pei Dinan finally smiled, "This is all I want from you."

  The old man opened his hands, his arms still as wide as Andessa remembered:

   "Welcome home, Andesa."

  ……

The cold sea breeze was blowing from the direction of the coastline, and the wind was carrying a slightly salty atmosphere. Melita Pernia landed on the large landing platform on the coast during the bumps, and when he saw the camp not far away, it was still In the orderly operation, the compatriots are still busy, so she exhales gently.

She transforms into a human form and walks on a landing platform-said to be a landing platform, but this is not a concept at all from the old industrial products with sophisticated navigation systems, smart lights, and smart self-cleaning functions. It is just an open flat outside the camp. On the high ground, on the ground, magical materials and deep nicks are used to outline a luminous line marking that assists in landing—a figure in a white dress is standing at the end of a ramp not far away. When Merita appeared, the figure greeted him quickly.

   "Welcome back!" Noretta greeted her friend happily, and looked up and down Merita, "Yes-it seems that the long-distance travel did not cause your injuries."

  "It's just flying back and forth to the mainland of Loren," Melita waved her hand indifferently, "It's not going to the elemental world to find someone to fight."

   While talking, she glanced in the direction of the camp, and asked casually: "How is everything here?"

"As you can see, everything is developing in an orderly manner, and the camp is much larger than when you left," Noreta said. "We now have more helpers-Agondare successfully restarted two This factory, our logistics supply is becoming stable, at least... the source and reserve of basic materials are no longer so dangerous."

   "That's all right," Melita breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, "and any other good news?"

"As our'ambassador', in theory, you should first talk about the external situation," Noretta said with a smile, "but it doesn't matter. You should wait until you see Speaker Andal before you report. As for now, You come home with me first-I have prepared a surprise for you."