Sword of Daybreaker

   "Sense of urgency..."

  Bertila repeated Gawain’s words softly, her gaze fell on the “mortal” who could even confront the gods without changing her face, and a thought suddenly appeared in her heart:

  What else in the world can make such people feel urgency?

  I am afraid it can only be a risk from outside the known world...

"After the signal appeared, your nerves were a little tight," she couldn't help but said, "Although others probably can't see it, I noticed-do you think the signal is a big threat? The sending of the signal ...Although you were very optimistic just now, you seem to be sure that they are malicious."

"No, I can't determine whether they are malicious or well-intentioned right now, but the existence of this signal itself should make all of us strained," Gawain glanced at Bertila, "If it really comes from far away Another civilization in the depths of the Star Sea—then this civilization is completely unknown to us. Completely unknown means that everything is possible. They may be more advanced and powerful than us, and may be extremely offensive, even These signals themselves may be some kind of trap...

   "Of course, all of this may be the opposite, but we can’t put all hope on ‘just so’.

"Moreover, this kind of unknown thing is even more dangerous than the'sacred disaster' we are facing, because at least we have begun to contact and decipher the mystery of the gods, and we at least know where the boundaries of the gods are. , But for an unfamiliar civilization in the depths of the stars, we can’t even determine what their life forms are."

Bertila quietly listened to Gawain’s words, and suddenly said softly: “For countless years, mortals on this planet have walked alone in the dark. There is no other light in the world, so most of us think this There is only ourselves in the vast expanse of wilderness. We compete and survive within the range of our own civilization candle. All the threats we have come into contact also come from this range, but now... we suddenly see a cluster of people from afar. light."

Gao Wen nodded softly: "So I have a sense of urgency-the existence of the sea monster and the testimony of the dragon race have proved that there is not only one candle in this universe, but we have never thought of another. The light is so close, it is even shining in our direction... Regardless of whether this strange light is kind or malicious, it means that we don’t have much time to waste."

"Although I don't know what you have planned, it seems that you have high hopes for the giant Thorin tree," Bertila said in thought. She groaned, and the breeze under the night sky blew through the tree canopy and lifted some subtleties on the edge of the sea of ​​leaves. After half a minute of thinking, she broke the silence, "Perhaps there is a way...that can allow me to break through my growth limit."

  Gawain was also thinking about his own business, and at this time he immediately woke up from his meditation: "Do you have a way?"

"The growth limit of the Thorin giant tree seems to be mainly limited by my control ability, and regarding control ability..." Bertila paused briefly, his face seemed to show a trace of pride, "Do you remember how I controlled at the same time Two incarnations?"

  Gawain instantly guessed what the other person was thinking, and couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly: "You mean those servo brains?"

"I have always used servo brains as auxiliary organs to stabilize my personality. Occasionally I also use them to solve some research topics, but I rarely use them directly to control giant trees-it is not safe to do so. Or technical problems, simply because I have enough control ability, I don’t need to do this," Bertila nodded and said very seriously, "I have only recently started to use the servo brain to help me control additional avatars. 'This has achieved very good results, and the question you just asked gave me further inspiration...The extra computing power can not only control the extra avatar, but also the growing giant tree."

  Gawain has been interested, he nodded: "Go on."

"I just conceived a plan. If, during the growth of the giant tree of Thorin, an auxiliary brain is placed in its neural grid every certain range, and a series of auxiliary neural nodes and independent biomass are set up around these brains. Circulation pipelines may be able to greatly increase the size of the giant tree, and at the same time it will not put too much pressure on my own thinking cycle and biomass transportation," Bertila continued, "At the same time, these brains can be buried deep underneath. It can also prevent the enemy from locking my nerve nodes, which greatly enhances security..."

Gawain's eyes widened as he listened. He conceived Bertila's amazing plan in his mind. The picture that the brain supplemented was already extremely shocking, and when he heard the other party intends to bury those auxiliary brains in the ground. After thinking about it, he immediately nodded in agreement-it is safer to do so, and the main reason is that it is more friendly to the mental health of ordinary people on the surface...

  Bertila saw Gawain’s approving gaze, she smiled and stopped: "Do you have anything to add to my plan?"

"No one knows your body better than you, so you can control the technical aspects yourself," Gawain nodded, "I just want to explain one thing-I don't want the Thorin tree to be aimless. Land blindly expands, but has a detailed'growth plan'..."

While talking, he couldn't help but reminded: "In addition, I must remind you: Although this magnificent plan has a good starting point, it must not forget the lessons of the End of All Things in the past. After all, your starting point was also Okay, but in the end you fell into the dark side of technology-so you must always pay attention to the risks in the growth process this time. Once you find that the giant tree may get out of control, you must stop immediately. At the same time, no matter where your plan goes, They must report progress to me at any time, without going through other departments, and report directly to me."

Looking at Gawain’s extraordinarily serious look and listening to the solemnity in the other’s tone, Bertila also stood up in awe, as a witness and participant of the plague of gods in the past, about the death of all things will gradually fall into darkness and madness. All sorts of memories resurfaced in her mind at this moment-in all her minds, she bowed her head deeply, with a heavy tone: "Yes, I will never make the same mistake again, Brother Gao Wen."

  ……

  The remote northern coast, the empire’s current largest outlet to the sea, the new city "Beigang" has now become the busiest material distribution hub in the north.

This new city, which was built in the shortest time with almost half the power of the empire, now stands at the end of the north coast. Its rise has created countless records that are regarded as miracles by the locals-no one has ever I have seen that a city can be built in such a short period of time. No one has ever seen a huge heat collection tower towering over the ground. Cobweb-like heating pipes warm the entire city. The new order of the empire The city spreads outward from the center, like an irresistible wave spreading across the entire north—not to mention that no one has ever seen so many merchants, travelers, and adventurers gather in a swarm like a swarm. On this coastline once ruled by cold and barbarity.

Those who have questioned the Beigang Construction Corps and the Wilder family’s decision have all been dissipated. In front of the towering port shield and municipal heating tower, all the pale and weak doubts melted like spring snow. Other voices expressing concern gradually disappeared after the rapid rise of commerce in Beigang New City.

The new order has brought a new prosperity that the northerners have never seen before. This kind of prosperity is jaw-dropping. The flowing golden pound and Feiner are like honey that confuses all the tongues of suspicion, even the blind and short-sighted native aristocrats. When standing in the "Beijing Customs Hall" or "Beijing Railway Hub", it is impossible to dismiss it as a "vulgar product that disrupts order" against the original intention.

  Of course, there are also exceptionally strong heads-but they have merged into the earth with their hard heads, and have become part of the cornerstone of the expansion of the new city.

A drizzle visited this port city. This is the second rain since the beginning of summer, but after all, it is in the extreme north. Even if it’s already summer, the rain looks extremely cold, as if the water droplets are still mixed in. Finely crushed ice crystals. In the hazy rain, the towering urban heating facilities and the magical obelisk inlaid with runes point to the sky, and the magical brilliance that each emits forms a circle of light spreading outward in the foggy sky.

An iron-black magic train slowly slowed down in the drizzle, and the yellow holographic marking wall projected in front of the railway platform turned into a green color representing allowable passage. The behemoth of steel that relied on the repulsion device to run in was marked by the holographic projection The platform slowed down steadily at the edge of the platform. With the clicking sound made by a series of mechanical devices switching polarity, the train finally stopped and opened the door with a ring of bells.

  Passengers from afar filed out from the train, and the already busy platform suddenly became more noisy.

Among the passengers flocking to the platform, a figure in a short black robe squeezed out of the crowd, swearing all the way - among the variously dressed passengers, this figure in a short robe still looked particularly eye-catching, his hair and beard were all white. He looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties, but he was full of energy. Not only could he squeeze a way out of a strong young man, he could also jump on the edge of the crowd and shout that someone had stepped on his foot.

He wears a short mage robe that has appeared a little outdated in this "new age". This robe has obviously been with the master for many years. There are many signs of wear and tear on the surface, but it is still clean and tidy. There is a book commonly used by mage hanging on his waist. The black sheepskin magic book, on the other side hangs a short rod and a magic ball in a bag. A black soft hat is worn on the top of the old mage’s head. The soft hat looks simple, but the rubies in the corners are enough Prove that this is an extraordinary treasure with restrained style.

  This overall dress is obviously very suitable for action in the wilderness, usually those wizards who embark on an adventurous journey will prefer this kind of "outfit" that does not affect action and can stably exert combat power.

But few mage on an adventurous journey will be as old as him-an old man of this age, even if he is still a powerful spellcaster, should cherish the rest of his life and stay honestly in the mage tower. Study the classics accumulated throughout your life.

"The young people these years really disrespect the elderly," the old mage yelled a few words outside the crowd, then shook his head and mumbled towards the exit of the platform. He couldn't help but raise his head as he walked. Come, looking at the dazzling magical devices, advertising signs, and road signs on the platform, as well as another freight train that is slowly stopping on the other side of the platform. "But then again, these subtleties of this year It's really interesting... a machine that runs automatically? It's really a good thing that smart people can toss out..."

"Of course, this discerning old man--" As soon as the old mage's voice fell, a happy and energetic young male voice suddenly came from the side, "Welcome to Beigang, the most prosperous and advanced port in this land. Xincheng, you have come to the right place. The good things here are everywhere..."

  The old mage turned his head and glanced at his side, and saw a meticulous young man wearing a dark blue coat and hair-care standing beside him, with a pleasant and friendly smile on his face.

"Selling souvenirs? Or selling business hotels?" The old mage raised his eyebrows immediately, and choked him back before the other person finished speaking. "Don't think of me as the first time you ride the magic train. I just often work in the field, but I haven't entered the city. Have you ever been in the Rune Forge in Ten Forest City? Have you ever been in the Crystal Smelting Factory in Pochkesburg?"

The young man was choked by a series of words from the old mage, and his face turned red on the spot, and he said with embarrassment: "This...I didn't mean that, old sir. I just saw you standing on the platform to see if you need help. ..."

"First of all, there is no need to add the word "old" in front of "sir". I am afraid I will be able to live better than you next. Secondly, I don't need souvenirs or recommend hotels. I come here to do business and have my own arrangements. ——But when it comes to help, I really need to ask you to inquire."

  The young man seemed to be shocked by the aura emanating from the old man, he swallowed quickly, and smiled crampedly: "You...just speak up."

   "There should be a ‘Extreme North Exploration and Development Corps Reporting Place’ in this city? Where to go?"

  "Northern Exploration and Development Group?" The young man was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted, "You mean the adventurer's guild to Tarrond?"

"Yes, that's the case, Adventurers' Guild... I also think this name is a bit more fluent," the old mage stroked his beard, "It seems that there are two registration places on the north side of the mainland, one is in Shenglong. The Principality, one is in Beigang—actually, I was planning to go to the Principality of Sacred Dragon at first, but that place was too far and the train was not working, so I came here to see the situation."

"Yes, there is indeed a registration center for adventurers to register for Tarrond," the young man said, but couldn't help but glanced at the old man in front of him for several times. No matter what, he couldn't believe it. The old man with white beard and hair would equate with the "adventurer", "But you...are you also planning to go to Tarrond?"

   "Nonsense!" The old man suddenly opened his eyes, "Could it be that I have been on the train all day just to visit the toilet of the Far North Exploration and Development Mission?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that... well, you go forward from here, turn west after you leave the exit, and you will see a street sign after two intersections, a very obvious sign with a stopper The double sign of Sil and Talrond-of course, if you don’t mind paying a little bit, you can also go directly by taxi or magic cart."

  The young man said, he blinked suddenly, and in front of him there was only the empty platform, and the cold wind blew by him, where is there any old mage?

   "See... hell!"

The young man shrank his neck subconsciously and murmured in a low voice, but suddenly he felt something in the palm of his hand. He raised his hand and opened it, only to see a coin with a face value of 1 Fernal lying quietly. In the palm of your hand.