Sword of Daybreaker

The refreshing wind blows through the wasteland, rolling dry dust and dry deciduous grass clippings. On the deserted land, the ditch that was once used for irrigation has been dried up by the interruption of the upstream, and a collapsed wall fell into the mud. The yellowed weed covers most of the.

An abandoned old mill stood alone on the side of the road. The huge windmill blades that fell off the mill were like some kind of broken limbs. They were placed on a half-collapsed red brick wall. The burning and explosion were everywhere around the mill. Traces of the object after the attack, a charred road sign slanted at the crossroads in front of the mill, the vague words on the street signs are faintly visible:

"Long tail woodland - Cabre town"

A rough, thick-skinned hand smashed the street sign and wiped a layer of blackened ashes.

Norris looked at the black ash that was stained on his hands, then rubbed his fingers and looked at the abandoned old mill not far away.

An autumn wind blew, and the cold air wrapped in the wind poured into the lungs where Norris was no longer healthy. He couldn't help but bend down and cough.

A few young people accompanying him immediately came forward, and some people supported the Minister of Agriculture, who was slightly shaken: "Minister, are you okay?"

"Nothing, the age is big, the wind of this season is not very friendly to me," Norris waved his hand and refused the support of his subordinates and apprentices. His eyes slowly recovered from the direction of the mill. "I have heard of this place... The most fertile land near the woodland is here..."

"It’s all gone," a young official sighed. "When the troops arrived here, the entire long-tailed woodland was occupied by the crystallographic regiment. The survivors gathered were less than a hundred. In order to completely remove the monsters, the soldiers finished. After the bombing, all the towns were burned, including the settlements around the town."

"Desolation... The waste is not terrible, the ruined land can still be saved," Norris said slowly, looking at the farmland where the weeds are not far away. "The fear is that there is still residual pollution. Let's go there. Look at it."

The accompanying young officials turned their heads and told several magic guides to stop on the side of the road, and then followed the pace of Norris.

The once fertile fields experienced ruin. After growing weeds, they suffered a series of bombings and incineration. After burning, they grew new weeds with a few winds and rains. Now, from the distance, they almost never see the old farmland. In the appearance, Norris crouched down next to a ditch that could barely be distinguished. He reached for a handful of dirt and twitched at his fingertips.

The black soil mixed with grass ash has a hint of wet adhesion and falls to the ground as the fingers move.

"What a good earth..." Norris reached out and let the entourage look at the mud left in his hands. "Where is there such a good land in the south?"

After lamenting, he clap his hands and began to ask the samplers to collect local soil samples. A accompanying clerk took out the folder that he carried with him and found the corresponding report: "The area and the surrounding fields are 'Luo Shacao Manor'. Part of it belongs to the private property of Viscount Kabriel, but the specific population of the entire town of Cabrai is difficult to count. It can only be roughly estimated that around 300 households do not include more remote villages and a mine."

A young technician wearing a field uniform and wearing an imperial garland druid badge on his chest said while checking the soil: "The soil here is still healthy and fertile, compared to the two previously found contaminated areas. It’s much better...”

"Foreignly marked green," Norris held his knees and slowly stood up. "Before the next sowing season, collect as much information as possible on the land that can be re-cultivated, and don't forget the mark on the heavily polluted area... ..."

"Yes, Minister. Wait a minute, we want to..."

An accompanying Ministry of Agriculture official responded, but his words were just halfway, and the guard standing on the bandit was suddenly yelling at the distance: "Who? Come out!!"

A few pairs of eyes suddenly looked at the direction of the guards. Norris raised his eyelids and saw that there was a shadow in the abandoned mill not far away. After the second call of the guards, the two were hiding in the mill. The figure finally came out of the abandoned building.

It’s a man and a woman. I don’t see how old, wearing gray clothes, my hair and my face are dirty. They carefully bend over and come here, with humility and fear, as if I was afraid that one step was wrong and I was arrested by several "big guys" in front of me.

The expression on Norris's face shook subconsciously after seeing the pair of men and women. He recalled himself a few years ago... The humble and cringing gesture was carved in his bones for decades, he is really familiar. It is.

"Survivor? Is there still a survivor in this area?" A young clerk snorted in surprise.

Norris frowned, and after the two men approached, they asked: "How are you here? Have you been hiding here?"

"Master, we are... I ran back from the town in the south... We hid it before, and we smashed it. Later, after we finished playing, we came back."

The hunchback man cautiously said, while he kept licking the thread on his clothes, his words were a bit confusing, but Norris quickly understood the meaning of the words. The two men did not always hide. In the mill, they should have escaped with them just before the accident, and then fortunately ran out of this hell, which was mostly in the first half of the year, wandering in Pompeii or Skodland. Now I heard the news of security in the north, and I ran back again.

A similar situation is rare in this vast area, although there are few survivors in the disaster, but there are always people who can escape from birth.

Some of these people were sheltered by the troops sent by the South. Some of them may have found a place to stay in the South for a long time, and some of them... They have difficulty giving up the land that has been cultivated for generations, and it is difficult to give up the only familiar hometown, or There was no way to find a living in the south, so they ran back and swayed over the land that had become a waste of war.

If left alone, most of these people will sooner or later die of hunger and disease, or die in the mouth of the beast, and the rest may become rogue bandits in the eastern part of the Plain of the Holy Spirit. This ruined land will become a piece of land. The scale is amazing and cannot be brought.

But the empire will not leave, Norris and his team, as well as several other teams heading in different directions, whose task is to rebuild this "emperor granary."

"I am not a lord. My name is Norris. I took the command of my Majesty to rebuild this place." Shaking his head and taking the troubles out of his mind, Norris said to the men and women in front of him, "It is not suitable here. When you settle down, you can go to the resettlement area in the southeast..."

The woman with dirty hair did not seem to understand the words behind Norris, but widened her eyes: "Where? Your Majesty? Isn’t Francis His Majesty already gone?"

Norris suddenly lost.

Among the fugitive poor people in the central region, the news was lagging behind to such a situation. They not only did not know the establishment of the empire, but even feared that even if the civil war really ended, they did not know when they started to flee. How long has it been isolated from the civilized world?

After living in the prosperous city of Cecil for several years, Norris once again saw this familiar poverty, familiar backwardness, so that he forgot the opening for a while, but the Druid technician standing next to him could not help but say "It is Majestic Cecil, he is already an emperor."

The men and women spent a long time and finally exclaimed.

"You go to the resettlement area in the southeast," Norris said to them again. "We have a car, you can take it, and some refugees who have escaped are temporarily there. You are too dangerous to stay in this place." I can’t live here now.”

The men and women finally understood the meaning of Norris. They hesitated and tangled, but after seeing the entourage and guards around Norris, they were nervous and fearful. However, Norris could not think of how to deal with them except for relief. When people explain everything, he can only make some guarantees, let the accompanying staff take out some food, and emphasize that this is "the command of the emperor's majesty", so that they can rest assured.

But before the soldier left, the hunchback man suddenly opened his mouth and cautiously said while holding the thread on his clothes: "Master, we still have something... can we hold it together?"

Norris nodded: "Yes, but don't too much, the car can't fit."

The man suddenly thanked him and then quickly ran back to the waste mill. After a while, he pushed a tattered, stroller that seemed to fall apart at any time. The cart was full of various kinds of carts. The kind of debris, the old jars and the rags that can't see the color piled up together, leaving a place for people to sit.

This is the reason why all the men and women of the house are Norris. I can imagine how they pushed this car to escape from here, wandering between the villages in the south, and then pushing the car back to this place.

"Just these, that's all," the man's face showed a humble smile. "Not much."

Preparing to **** the men and women who went to the resettlement camp to look at the things on the car. I wanted to say that these ruins could be thrown away. Anyway, the camp would send a set of necessities to the refugees, but in the end the soldier still didn’t say that. But sighed: "Hey... things can be brought, this cart can't, can't fit in our car."

"Old... lord," the man panicked. "I can push the car behind you! I ran very fast!"

The soldier shook his head: "No, you don't know..."

Norris interrupted the soldier: "Take this car to the roof."

The soldier showed a distressed appearance: "...alen, this..."

"Do what I said," Norris shook his head. "This is the most precious thing they have now."

"Yes, adults."

"Master, you are such a good person!" The woman with dirty hair quickly said, "You look at the good-natured aristocratic master!"

"I am not a lord, not a nobleman. Just call me a gentleman." Norris corrected it again, then waved his hand. "Let's go, follow this soldier, our car is waiting on the side of the road. Don't be The car is scared."

The men and women were hurried, but they just followed the soldiers a few steps, and the hunchback man couldn’t help but look back: "Master... Sir, do you really think this place can be changed back to the original way?"

"...will be better than before," Norris looked at the murky but full of expectations, and said in a word, "This is the mission that His Majesty has given me."

"That... can we come back when we get there?" The man said as he watched the face of the soldier next to him, "We are in the town, there is..."

His words were not finished, and the woman next to him seemed to have sneaked into his arm. Norris guessed what the half-sentence that was not finished would be a can of wheat? A box of flour? A sickle? Or is it a few silver coins that have been worked hard?

He didn't ask, just clicked **** his head: "This will be the order that you gave me."

The humpback man laughed: "Oh, it seems that Cecil is really a good man."

They left.

After a long time, Norris finally broke the silence: "Our road is still very long."

"Yes, Minister."

"But everything will be fine," Norris turned and looked at the vast, fertile ground that burned in the flames of the war, as if he said to himself, "just like his majesty... this burnt In the land, after all, sprouts will grow."