Sword of Daybreaker

When the adventurer who had been wandering for six centuries finally returned to his long-lost home, he began to try to regard a strange land as his hometown from scratch. When the information about the "sentinel" began to circulate in the upper levels of the alliance members, it was nervous The atmosphere gradually spread throughout the mortal world. When the entire northern region ushered in the coldest season of the year, the breath of winter has reached the three empires' actions against the wasteland and finally intensively unfolded.

In the Holy Spirit Plain, the sound of the loud siren broke the silence on the plain. An armored train with iron black paint and heavy main guns gradually accelerated under the action of the repulsive mechanism, and headed for the mountains pass in the south. Loaded with supplies, equipment, and high-spirited imperial soldiers. The snow on the plain was lifted by the wind, and some snowflakes swirled through the barrier outside the train track, slapped on the heavy armor of the train and the reinforced crystal glass windows. In the snow dancing room, the Empire’s Second Armored Division The mark of the group is faintly identifiable.

In Cecil City, the armored troop carrier is driving through the wide concrete avenue of Knights Street, and the vehicles driven by the magic guide make a low roar, carrying the magic soldiers in the second generation of magic armor on them. Bright flags were flying on the front of each car. On both sides of the road, Cecil citizens wearing thick winter clothes crowded the sidewalks and alleyways to see off these children, relatives and friends who were about to go to the front lines of the wasteland.

In addition to this regular army, there is another special team marching with the army. Their armored vehicles are decorated with the emblem of the Holy Light, and the heavy turret cover is etched with a strong and powerful man covered by the Holy Light. The iron fist, the scripture cloth filled with the prayer of the Holy Light, is wrapped around the main guns and track skirts of these tanks and armored vehicles, and reinforced with strong rivets. Behind these "holy chariots", they are bestowed by the Holy Light. Fu’s battle group is moving forward in silence. The white knights are wearing heavy power armor. The armor driven by the magic mechanism seems to shake the earth every time they step. The armed nuns are wearing mechanical gloves and holding combat staff. , A faint brilliance filled their bodies.

These teams are moving towards the military station in the south of the city. An "Iron Scepter" light armored train is already waiting on the platform. After a brief see-off ceremony in the station, they will board the train under the leadership of their respective officers and go through the darkness. The pass in the mountains, through the railway in the Black Forest, rushed together to the foot of the magnificent wall, and was assigned to several propulsion bases, becoming part of the steel front there.

A block away, in a tall dormitory building, a pair of eyes retracted the line of sight out of the window. The owner of these eyes has a crisp short hair, and the facial features have distinctive Typhon characteristics. She turned and walked to the dormitory. Next to the desk inside, I saw a tall figure with long blonde hair lying on the desk and writing seriously, and couldn't help asking: "Mariannu, are you writing to home again?"

"I write it every week," said the Typhon international student, known as Mariano, without looking up. "It's not the first time you have seen it."

"Ah, I mean how convenient the Mowang communication is now. You can just send messages to your home directly, or you can add more money, you can even talk with them face to face," the girl with short hair looked at herself with a weird expression. This somewhat rigid roommate said, "How slow is it to write letters, especially now it’s windy and snowy, sometimes a letter can only be delivered to Aldernan in ten and a half months."

"Monet communication has the benefits of Monet communication. Writing letters has the meaning of writing letters. Although you don't understand these meanings," Mariano stopped the pen in her hand and glanced up at her roommate. "Carrie, you What do you see?"

"I saw another team passing through the main road and heading south of the city. They are also going to the front line of the wasteland," said the short-haired girl named Carrie, suddenly feeling a little bit more, "...I don't know. What's the situation on our side, will Aldernan also have knights and wizards assembled like this across the Empire Avenue and rush to the wasteland?"

"Of course it will. In fact, my brother was sent to the new fortress of General Andesa half a month ago," Marianne said with a calm expression, "and I will also apply to go to the border after I return. Application form It's all already written."

"...Returning to China," Carrie was in a daze for a while, "Yes, we are about to end our studies here... It's really incredible. So many things happened in such a short time. I still remember Last winter, we even set up a barricade in the corridor outside the door. You took two students to stand guard on top of the dormitory building all night. Everyone was worried that angry citizens would attack the college dormitory, and all of us The sense of security is built on those piled up tables, chairs and benches, and now it's almost like a dream to recall."

"Yes, it's like an absurd dream. Now Typhon and Cecil are allies, we will even fight with them on the border of the wasteland," Mariano nodded slightly, "Carrie, you want to go back. What are you going to do next? I heard that you haven't filled out the letter of intent for graduation."

"I..." Carrie suddenly hesitated. She subconsciously turned her head and glanced out the window, but only saw snowflakes falling from the sky. In the dim vision, the team rushing to the front line could not be seen. The classical style of the Imperial College The castle-like tower and library were also shrouded in the suddenly dense snow. "I haven't figured it out yet. My father wants me to go back and inherit his title soon. My mother hopes that I can enter the parliament. She said that the parliament is now There are many opportunities for young people, but my grandfather is very opposed to this. He only hopes that I can be an “easy canary” who stays at home honestly and stop participating in any political affairs..."

The aristocratic international student who was lost due to graduation said, he suddenly sighed: "Hey, I envy you sometimes. Your path is clear and clear. From the very beginning, you made up your mind to go as an imperial knight. Throughout your life, all your relatives and friends will support your decision."

"It's not like your character," Marianne looked into Carrie's eyes quietly. "You are a cheerful and optimistic person. You were even more optimistic than you are now when we built a barricade in the corridor last year."

Carrie stuck her tongue out and didn't know what to say for a while. She slowly walked back to the window and looked down at the scenery of the college. The snow had not melted before, and new snowflakes had already been covered. She walked through the flowerbeds and paths downstairs of the dormitory, and among the falling snow, she saw a small figure trotting across the stone road outside the corridor. The figure had long light gray hair, as short as The child still holds a heavy-looking package in his arms.

Probably the package in her arms affected her balance, or the stone road was too slippery. The short figure suddenly became unstable, and her body was about to slip to the side. After seeing this scene, Carrie waved her right hand subconsciously. A powerful air current rolled up in the path downstairs, helping the gray elf girl who was about to slip to her feet. The girl was taken aback by the sudden change and looked around panickly like a frightened rabbit. Then, after a few seconds, she finally reacted. Following the magical induction, she looked up to the dormitory building and waved her hand vigorously at the window where Carly was.

"Well, it seems that for some people, the meaning of'writing a letter' is that it cannot be replaced by Monet Communication," Carrie waved her hand at the window in response, whispering and turning around, "The little gray elf The princess seems to be going to send the letter again. I saw her running on the road holding a package bigger than her head. The letter I wrote to my family in one year didn’t have that weight..."

…

The cold wind outside the long house howled, and the cold winter in the northern region embraced the gray elf’s capital Fengsong City with her cold arms. However, the city’s central heating system that was newly built last year finally came into play this year, and the cold winter is no longer a need. Nesting at home carefully calculated the long test that every piece of wood had to endure. In this ancient but young City of Grey Elves, the prosperous trading market continued until the end of the foggy moon. If conditions permit, it may even be extended. By the beginning of the cold month of next year.

Wenna Baizhi dressed in a white cloak, accompanied by the captain of the guard Morelina, walked in the bazaar that was completed not long ago. This market specially prepared for winter has a high ceiling and a set of direct The heat exchange system docked with the municipal heating center. This advanced technology from the Cecil Empire creates an incredible spring-like "warm shed" in winter. Business people from all over the world gather here. In the huge market, they brought a wealth of goods that were unimaginable by the former gray elves through the northern railway system and the circum-continental route, and these goods will become huge wealth here every day.

"I never imagined that there would be such a situation in the world before," said the captain of the guard, Morelina, her voice with a hoarse, comfortable magnetism, and her face with mixed feline and human features. With a strong expression of surprise, "The wind and snow are endless outside, the entire moss woods, and even the entire north is already frozen and snowy, but the merchants in the market and the bragging travelers in the tavern are only 20% less than in the past. This is also the result of some roads that had to be closed due to inclement weather."

"In the distant Cecil, the situation is more surprising to you than here," Wenna Baizhi said casually. "It is said that their scholars are even considering the restoration of a Talrond technique called the'ecological dome'. To cover an entire area with a huge magic shield, and then create an artificial weather system inside the shield..."

"Wow, that sounds incredible," Morelina shook her hairy tail in surprise. "Is this what Miss Meili described to you in her home book?"

"...To be honest, I really don't want to recall those'home letters', but this is indeed what she mentioned in the letter," Wenna Baizhi sighed, "Since she went to Cecil to study abroad, I have almost Back all the roads and street lights in that human city."

This is the private affair of the patriarch of the gray elf. As a "foreign guard", Morelina certainly does not comment on this. She just calculated the time in her heart and said thoughtfully: "Miss Meili is also about to finish. Did you study?"

"No, in another year, she has successfully passed the certification of Advanced Rune Logic, and will go to the Imperial Rune Academy for internship," Wenna said, "If everything goes well, she will become an Advanced Rune Logic Scholar in one year. Returning to Fengsong City, Meili will become the highest-level rune logic expert in the entire Ogure tribe, and our own rune research will have hope."

"...I don't know much about this kind of professional stuff, but it sounds like a good thing," Morelina carried her beloved chopping axe, imagining in her mind what runes scholars usually do, the tail behind her There was a moment of twisting left and right, "By the way, I heard that the two leaders, Wycliffe and Camilla, are sending troops to the east of the holy mountain. Do you know about this?"

"Of course, we are consolidating the ancient lines of defense towards the wasteland of Gondor. Humans and orcs are the main forces of the tribal nation. They will take the lead in military operations. For hundreds of years, gray elves are not good at fighting, but Windsong City We will also send out our own magicalized troops in the near future. Fairies and spirit races are also preparing. Their golems and hidden walkers have not been put on the battlefield on a large scale for hundreds of years, but their iron fists and blades should Still strong and powerful."

"Those ancient lines of defense..." Morelina subconsciously looked at her palm, her hand covered with fluff slowly clenched into a fist, and then opened sharp nails, "Tiphon, Silver and Cecil They are all adding troops to the wasteland defense line. The mountain troops trained by the elves in the Gaoling Kingdom are also very powerful. But we have enjoyed peace in the mountains for hundreds of years, and our soldiers have faced it. The most treacherous battle is to clear away the monsters that ran out of some ancient lairs, those ancient lines of defense towards the wasteland... can it really resist those legendary aberrations now?"

"The main forces advancing to the wasteland are the three empires. The other border countries on the wasteland have to face only the small monsters that ran out in the process. Although Wycliffe and the others seem a little worried about this, the situation should not be the case. Too bad," Wenna said unhurriedly, "the magnificent wall of elves is still standing there, and those aberrations can only wander out on a small scale after all."

"I hope so," Morelina said softly. She looked at the prosperous market in front of her, at the wholesale merchants and the signs and flags with various emblems in the market. The magnetic voice was very low. Just ushered in this prosperous scene..."

"No one wants the prosperity here to end early, and no one wants to fight the monsters in the wasteland, but this world will not run according to our will," Wenna Baizhi said softly, "Developed commerce and stable markets are both Built on strong security, we are only qualified to discuss economic prosperity if we are alive..."

Morelina thoughtfully listened to the words of the small but intelligent gray elf leader beside her, and at this moment, a tall, black-haired human suddenly appeared in her sight and turned towards this side. Come.

"Mr. Schwark," Wenna also saw the figure walking here. She recognized that it was her human advisor, and a smile appeared on her face, "What happened?"

"Miss Meili's home letter has arrived, madam," the consultant Schwark said with a slight bow, "it is already on your desk."

The smile on Wenna's face instantly stiffened.

After a while, she tilted her head to the side and said helplessly: "Morelina, do you know that, according to the speed of letter delivery and Meili's efficiency in writing family letters, when a family letter is placed on my desk , It means she is already running to deliver another package, so I feel double the pressure now..."

"But as a matter of fact, you only need to read one letter now." Morelina corrected seriously with a serious expression on her face.

"Yes, a letter," Wenna said, almost biting her back teeth, and she looked up at her advisor. "Mr. Schwake, do you think there is a kind of magic in the world that can put a lot of magic in an instant? The words are all'swept' into a magic circle, and then a few useful sentences in it are extracted in an instant, and then they are inserted into my mind in an instant?"

"...Madam, please be realistic. Speed ​​reading magic has its limits."

"Well, I don't think so..."