The two young dragon descendants left, leaving only an ancient dragon who had completed mechanical immortality in the huge prototype room, and the countless machines and equipment that accompanied the dragon.

Amid the pleasant whispering of various devices in the room, the golden dragon Andal swayed his head slightly, hundreds of alloy joints and electronic nerve bundles assisted him in completing this simple action, his gaze turned to a crystal curtain in front of him, and a low voice that seemed to be talking to himself came from the talkative next to the platform: "What do you think about this?" ”

The crystal curtains around the platform stopped refreshing the data and images at the same time, and the flowing points of light quickly combined into clear images, and one by one the majestic dragons appeared on those thin display media—some maintained the form of dragons, some were human figures, some were completely mechanical or electronic like Andal, and some were young and natural.

The elders of the council seemed to be watching what was happening in this room, and as soon as Andal's voice fell, a blue dragon replied: "The course of development and the magnitude of change of civilization this season are indeed greater than before, but we have no way of knowing what their final outcome will be, and given the special circumstances of Talrond, we can only wait and see." ”

"We've been watching for hundreds of thousands of years, and how many civilizations that had some hope have perished in our wait-and-see," another dragon couldn't help but say, "Maybe we should take some positive measures this time." ”

"We must be vigilant against the lessons brought about by the rebellion, and all our positive actions may lead to greater backlash......

The Rebellion Against the Tide seemed to be a sharp sword hanging over the dragons' heads forever, and when the word was spoken, even Speaker Andal's eyes narrowed slightly.

And in the brief silence, another elder broke the silence: "The Silver Empire of the Elves has reached a technological tipping point at one time, and the God of Nature who has the greatest influence on them has fallen, and I think the Silver Empire is the most noteworthy ...... of all variables"

"But the elves have the same flaws as us, and they have trouble breaking through that lock...... Their average lifespan is too long. ”

Listening to the conversation of the members of the council, Speaker Andal only closed his eyes slightly and did not say a word, until the surrounding discussion gradually subsided, he opened his eyelids and looked forward slightly: "Omega, what is your assessment of the Silver Empire?" ”

The discussion in the room fell silent for a moment, and a crystal curtain in front of Andal suddenly dimmed, and then a torus image of cracking and reassembling appeared on the display medium, accompanied by a mechanical synthesized voice: "...... 0.33 per cent, Andal. ”

"What about the nascent Cecil Empire?"

"There is not enough data to assess for the time being, Andal."

"What was the highest assessment of the Gondor Empire?"

"Query Historical Data...... 0.42 percent. ”

Andal expressed his gratitude, and after the Omega's data connection was put back on standby, the ancient dragon raised his eyes and looked around.

"It's too early to discuss the final assessment, friends, whether it's the Silver Empire or the Cecil Empire, if they want to become 'variables', at least Mr. will survive."

As Andal spoke, his mind was reminded of the recent reports from agents at all levels about the changes in the situation in the countries of the Loren Continent.

A newly-born Cecil Empire that urgently needs to recuperate, and a Typhon Empire that has reached a critical stage of development and urgently needs to break through bottlenecks.

In the world beyond Tallund, the changes never stop, in the land dominated by humans, the dynasties change, the kingdoms change, in this year of fierce turmoil, can the new kingdom survive? Or ...... It will be the nourishment of another vast empire......

……

On the border of the Cecil Empire, at Fort Longwind, Commander Maryland led his closest lieutenant to the barracks on the south side of the castle district.

Several groups of recruits were training in a clearing outside the castle, and the farmers recruited from the fields were summoned by the instructors to an open field to carry out some of the most basic orders from morning till night—line up, walk in formation, stop, look left or right, turn around, and march again...... A training session is hours, for days on end.

They were trained by the instructors of the Cecil Legion from the South, who had experienced the toughest battlefield tests on the Plains of the Holy Spirit, but here they had to face a different kind of test: the poorly disciplined Eastern levies were duller than stones, they couldn't even tell the difference between their left and right feet, let alone listen to the instructors' orders, and it was a test for everyone to march in formation—both the soldiers who were being trained, and the instructors who carried out the training, Even veterans and commanders of other companies who watched the process from the side.

But the instructors still had a lot of patience and a variety of effective methods: in this era of extreme poverty of the low-level peasants, an egg or a bowl of porridge was enough to make the stunned conscripts bury their heads in training for a whole day, and all kinds of simplified instructions and the stupid way of memorizing instructions allowed the illiterate soldiers to understand the commander's intentions in the fastest time, and when Maryland walked through the training ground, he saw a group of soldiers standing on a narrow dirt slope, The instructor held a long bamboo pole and shouted the left and right passwords beside him-

When shouting left, the bamboo pole will be knocked from the left side of the dirt slope, and when shouting right, the bamboo pole will be knocked on the other side, and the soldiers who cannot distinguish the order will roll down in embarrassment, and beat for a whole day, and the next day they will know the left and right.

If beating for one day doesn't work, then beating for two days, and three days if it doesn't work for two days.

It was a clumsy but effective one, and it was arguably the most effective method given that most of the soldiers were illiterate.

The soldiers who had been trained for a week or so were noticeably better than the new recruits, who could keep a straight line for at least one or two laps, and barely crashed into a ball when they stopped and lined up—a simple and shoddy standard that might seem ridiculous to a Cecil veteran, but Maryland knew what these levies were like when they first arrived, and how difficult it was for a group of illiterate soldiers to figure out the two commands of "start and go" and "stand", in his opinion, the ranks of recruits who were able to walk in a straight line are already a miracle.

He saw the instructors walking around the edge of the playground with the neatly lined up recruits, walking them with their heads held high in front of the recruits who were still training "left" and "right", the former with their heads held high, because they were already dressed in neat cloth training uniforms, and the uniform seemed to bring some incredible pride to these recruits.

The first sense of honor was established in the appearance of uniform uniforms and training grounds.

Those neat, crisp and handsome dark blue cloth training uniforms were issued recently, ordinary fabrics do not bring any battlefield protection like enchanted metal, but the imperial insignia on the training uniforms and the "sense of unity" of a large number of uniforms are enough to bring some encouragement to the soldiers on the training ground, even if these two points aside, for most of the conscripts from poor peasant households, it is already a great thing to be able to get a sturdy and beautiful new dress when joining the army, you must know that under normal circumstances, A poor peasant household has no new clothes to wear all year round.

Maryland had heard Philip say that the cost of these uniforms was quite low, that the cloth used to make them came partly from the textile mills in the South, and partly from Typhon, and that the once expensive cloth and its products had become cheaper, driven by industrial production, and that within two years more mills and garment factories would be opening all over the East (because there were large cotton fields in the East), and that cheap ready-to-wear would soon be something that everyone in the land could have, as had already happened in the South.

"At the very least, the recruits already have a 'shelf,'" Maryland said to the men next to him after walking through the training ground, "so that they look like soldiers on the walls, not a bunch of farmers who have just exchanged their pitchforks for knives and guns." ”

"The new training code can indeed allow recruits to master basic discipline in the shortest possible time, but the shelf is a shelf after all, and I don't know if it can scare the Typhonians," the adjutant said next to him, "The previous 'troop increase' operation did have some effect, but it may have also aroused the suspicion of the Typhonians, who have been sending spies around the fortress frequently recently, as if they wanted to probe further." ”

"It's okay, we have more than one part of our plan......"

Maryland smiled and shook his head, leaving the training ground with his cronies and returning to his private room in the castle, where he turned on his own magic terminal after retiring from any unrelated personnel except for the adjutant......

……

Cecil City, the machine building, the central platform of the "Throne of Machines", the round Nicholas? Mr. Dan was floating in the center of his field, manipulating a large number of parts floating around, happily assembling various blueprint required structures, and the sound of various machine tools and magic devices running around him, which sounded almost noisy to ordinary people's ears, but to him it sounded like some kind of rhythmic music, which made the ball feel good.

The most common topic of conversation among the mechanics and wizards in the factory lately is the establishment of the empire and the impressive coronation ceremony, and the passers-by in the city are also discussing the recent market changes and the news on the air, but Nicholas Egg is obviously not as interested in these things as machines and metals, and he is more obsessed with the new blueprint for the flying machine that Minister Rebecca has recently sent him, and the construction plan for the second armored train, the Iron Throne - Earthly Monty Python. There's nothing more fun than working with metal and machines.

But an unexpected communication interrupted his pleasant work plan for the day - a mechanical bachelor in a work uniform hurried to the mechanical throne and shouted, "Director! Your Magic Net Newsletter! From the Strongwind Fortress!! ”

Nicholas? Egg always muttered a few words in a bit of depression, and the floating metal parts around him slowly fell to the ground, and he floated down the round platform while explaining to the assistant beside him: "Don't move the things here, I'll come back and continue." ”

Leave the bustling workshop, Nicholas? Egg always came to the quiet communication room, where the magic web terminal was flickering in the center of the room, and the figure of Mariland, the commander of the Long Wind Fortress, was floating on the holographic projection.

Seeing the commander who had been looking for him to urge the order, the Iron Ball Star Man took the initiative to greet him: "Oh, Maryland - the Iron Throne has been repaired, but it will not be able to reach you until the railroad is laid." ”

"I know, I'm not here to urge the Iron Throne," the Stronghold Commander in the holographic projection said with a smile, "I'm here to place a new order with you." ”

"Order?" The huge metal ball floated in mid-air, "What order?" ”

"Order a batch of magic armor and combat backpacks, as well as matching melt cutting swords and magic terminals, and deliver them within five days."

"Oh, that doesn't sound like a big deal, how much?"

"Seven or eight thousand sets, if possible, one or twenty thousand sets is not ......"

Nicholas? Dan's body trembled, and he almost fell to the ground on the spot: "Mommy, this ball will take off and land vertically to smash your skull!" You're staring at Typhon and you're bored to play balls?! ”

"I'm not done yet," Maryland hastily interrupted, "I'm going to be 'special'. ”

"Special? How is it a special method? ”

"As far as I know, the most complicated and time-consuming process of making the magic armor and the matching magic armor should be the process of inscribed runes and inlaid crystals, right?"

"Hmm...... That's pretty much it," Nicholas Egg calmed down from his horror just now, and after realizing that the fortress commander on the other side was not joking, he also began to think seriously, "In addition, there is also the adjustment test of the calibration structure, in the case of the magic terminal, the assembly of the internal movable mechanical structure is also a time-consuming link, and this part of the process is still done manually. ”

"What if you only make one set of shells? No runes, no crystals, no internal mechanics......"

"That's the equivalent of stamped sheet metal!"

With a smile on his face, Maryland nodded vigorously: "It can even be simpler, it can be molded with iron sheet at one time, and it can be processed with defective defective products ready to be recycled, even if the quality is so poor that it can only be fixed with iron wire, I want it." ”

“…… What are you going to do? Nicholas Egg looked dazed (although his face was still funny), "Wait, did your superiors agree to this order?" ”

"I've submitted an application to my superiors, and you should receive news by this evening, as for what I want to do......" Maryland smiled slightly, "I plan to take the ...... in a thousand ways"

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