After seeing off the deputy head of the Royal Knights, the spacious reception room became quiet.

Gawain sat in his place and fell into a short thought, while Amber's figure gradually emerged from the air, and the half-elf glanced at Gawain with a curious expression: "Is it that Welsh Moen's letter?" What did the letter say? ”

Gawain raised his eyelids: "Didn't you really peek before?" ”

Amber crossed her waist and was confident: "Of course, what can I do to peek at other people's letters? ”

This goods who steal chickens and dogs all day long and jump and jump are still quite moral in an inexplicable place?

Gawain shook his head: "You better not know yet. ”

"Hey, don't say it," Amber pursed her lips as her figure gradually dissipated in the air, "I'm going to keep an eye on those envoys, you can continue to be in a daze." ”

As the aura of amber gradually dissipated from the room, Gawain only let out a soft sigh: "In the end, it turned out to be him who saw through this quagmire......"

The envoys of the royal capital did not stay long in the city of Cecil.

After all, the symbolic significance of these envoys coming here is also greater than the practical significance - the elven messengers have completed all the transmission of information, and Gawain himself has been the first person to advocate vigilance against the wasteland and consolidate the frontier from the beginning, regarding the repair and replenishment of the magnificent wall, as long as the northern lords have prepared the materials, there is nothing to negotiate and negotiate here in Gawain, and Saint Sunil sent a group of messengers over, more just to go through the process.

On the afternoon of the second day, after all the letters and to-dos were handed over, the envoys led by Cohen Loren reboarded the river fast passenger ship "Wave Breaker" and left Cecil.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

The first batch of supplies jointly committed and prepared by Saint-Sunil and Dongjing arrived at the Whitewater River Wharf on the 30th of the harvest month as scheduled.

Six large river cargo ships, loaded with cloth, metal, grease and all kinds of magic materials, the full warehouse of goods makes one feel that the nobles of Ansu have finally been generous - in order to get the miserly nobles to come up with these things at the bottom of the box, Victoria and Edmund may have used a lot of means.

On the dock where the goods were unloaded, Amber watched the packed magic materials being piled up on the ground one by one, piling up more and more, and gradually piling up like a mountain, and her whole body became excited: "Mom...... How much is this worth......"

"It's all going to be used for the barrier repair project," Gawain glanced at Amber with a glittering eye, "not a single brick is allowed to be touched." ”

Amber looked Gawain up and down as if she couldn't believe it, and her tone was full of surprise: "You really want to spend it all on engineering?" Not going to deduct points? That's a lot! And no one dares to supervise you, and no one knows about the deduction - don't you say all day long that the territory needs to be developed and the resources are not enough? ”

"I don't want to take all the benefits," Gawain pressed Amber's hair, "cutting corners on the wall of grandeur, that's digging a grave for myself." ”

Gawain said this and walked away, and Amber, who stayed where she was, heard Rebecca next to her muttering to herself, "What the ancestor said makes sense......

Amber glanced at Rebecca, "You think what your ancestors say makes sense. ”

Rebecca looked serious: "No, the ancestors seem to be very reasonable when they talk about things related to digging graves. ”

Amber looked Rebecca up and down with admiration: "...... No wonder you get beaten every once in a while. ”

On the other side, Gawain found Hetty and the others who were waiting for him at the edge of the dock.

"When this batch of supplies arrives, I will set off for the wasteland," Gawain said to Hetty, "the internal affairs of the Principality will be entrusted to you and the Government Department, the military affairs will be handed over to Byron and Philip, and the rest of the ministries will also have their own heads and emergency plans, all in accordance with the development plan that has been drawn up before." ”

"Do you really want to go in person?" Hetty bit her lip, but finally couldn't help but say, "There's no need to ...... it."

"No one knows the wasteland better than I do, and I want to see for myself the situation of the Great Wall and the Wasteland," Gawain interrupted Hetty, looking at the other with a smile on his face, "What, no faith?" Worried that you won't be able to manage it all? ”

If someone else were to ask the same question, the best answer would undoubtedly be no, and Hettie would respond to any doubts about her own abilities with her usual maturity and composure.

But the person in front of him is his ancestor, the pillar of the Cecil family, the person who supports and leads this land from 800 refugees and a tent all the way to today, in front of him, his reserve and stubbornness will be seen through at a glance.

“…… There are indeed some concerns. Hetty nodded slightly.

"You can do a good job," Gawain patted Hetty on the shoulder, "When the Cecil family was at its worst, it was you who supported the family to persevere, and now, the operation of the entire government department is also in order under your management, and you are more capable than you think." ”

Hetty wanted to say that the territory she had helped Rebecca govern was nothing more than a viscounty, and now Cecil's territory was the entire southern principality, and there was a world of difference between the two, but looking at Gawain's smiling face, her heart quickly settled.

"I see," she bowed her head, "I won't let you down." ”

"Just don't let the people down, it's not easy for them to live a good life," Gawain nodded, "Don't worry, I'll set up a magic web relay device along the way, even if it's at the edge of the wasteland, I'll keep in touch with this side of the territory." In addition, the road construction work of the Pioneer is half completed, and we will have a convenient road through the Black Forest, with modern vehicles and roads, and you will soon find that the seemingly distant wasteland is not too far from you. ”

This day is the 30th day of the harvest month, and there are fifteen days before the harvest festival.

After two days of preparation and personnel transfers, the first supplies to the south were loaded onto advanced mage transporters, and a large convoy of vehicles—the culmination of Cecil Mage's Industries—made its way through the fortress in the Dark Mountains and set off via the South Gate Fortress in the direction of the Gondor wasteland.

Gawain personally led the team, in addition to the accompanying magical combatants, Thorderlin also led an elite steel ranger as a guard, the team will soon catch up with the Pioneers who have already penetrated into the Black Forest, and join up with the Pioneers Engineer and the White Knight Guard, and the materials carried by the convoy will be used to build the last forward base on the Black Forest border, and then ......

It's the wasteland border, the Corrupt Plains.

……

"Open the floodgates!! Convoy pass!! ”

With the shouts of the gate controller, the magic guide machine let out a low roar, and the heavy gears and hinges dragged the equally heavy steel gate slowly open, and between the rocks of the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, a "rock wall" covered with armor and turrets opened its armed to the teeth, and one after another large transports drove out of it, and on both sides of the transports and in front and behind, several "multi-purpose vehicles" covered with light armor plates, surrounded by thermal ray gun muzzles, and fixed with magic crystals on the top Escort forward.

At the rear of the convoy, several magic cannons towed on tractor chassis can be seen.

Accompanied by the sound of whistles and the roar of engine machinery, the convoy drove along the hardened road in the direction of the Black Forest.

At the edge of the Black Forest, an extraordinarily tall giant tree stood silently among the twisted and festering plants—the trees known as "giants" could easily reach heights of nearly 100 meters, and in the Black Forest, the demonic energy of corruption and madness further facilitated the mutation of these towering giant trees—its hideous canopy stretched out in all directions, and not a single leaf could be seen on its thin, curved branches, and the canopy of the tree was like a shriveled limb in the background of the cloudy sky, pointing madly at the sky.

The convoy is driving into the Black Forest.

The leaves of the Giantwood shook and rattled, and on its topmost branch, a black mist suddenly coalesced, and a huge, festering flesh with its feathers and half of its skull exposed emerged from the mist.

The raven's dark eyes were fixed in the direction of the convoy, and from its rotting vocal cords suddenly a hoarse voice rang out: "Gawain Cecil has left his territory...... He himself went to the Great Wall. ”

Then the crow tilted its head, as if something in the void was talking to it, and it listened, and continued to make a voice in its throat: "The north is more important, the north is more important...... I know, I know. I'll keep staring, but I'll just stare at ...... far away."

The crow spoke, listening intently again, and it seemed to hear something that annoyed itself, and suddenly flapped its wings angrily: "You ask me why I'm staring from afar?!" Do you know how dangerous those crazy Cecilians are! Do you know how terrible those crazy people are!!

"Do you know how they built the road? Do you know how they 'explore' the forest? Do you know how they got past those traps and monster lairs!?

"Those madmen, the Cecils with the urge to destroy, they are definitely the projection of the devil in this physical world, the product of a demon and an active volcano - listen, Dorne was killed, and so was the 'Rotten Bol', and the eighteen plague beasts and six corrupt reckless beasts they had domesticated, and Pardor, damn it, Pardol just wanted to get up close, who would have known that the Cecil had bombarded the whole bush - I'd just stare from afar, I'm going to get as far away as I can from those madmen! Even the children of the storm, whose brains have been broken by the sound of the tide of the deep sea, are much calmer than those Cecil!!

"If you have an opinion, then send someone to replace me—I'd rather go to the flesh and blood to serve hard labor...... Oh no!! ”

The raven's continuous cursing suddenly stopped, and "it" looked in horror at the steel-covered outer wall of the fortress in the distance, and saw the turrets above it suddenly turn in its direction.

"Those lunatics might have found me!!"

The crow flapped its wings and flew away, and almost at the same time, a continuous roar broke the dead silence of the Black Forest, tearing through the chaotic sky and the mist of the forest.

A large cloud of explosion smoke enveloped the corrupted woodland in the distance, and in the artillery control room inside the fortress of the South Gate, the great architect Gordon carefully watched the scene presented on the holographic projection, watched the smoke and dust rise, and watched the large area of forest ashes and ashes.

The power of the stationary fortress cannon is truly amazing.

The mechanical sergeant in charge of the turret reported: "The main turrets on the upper wall have all been activated without any problems, and the upper turret II needs to be calibrated. The observation device is in good working order. ”

"Okay, record the data, and test the subguns at all levels in an hour. George, you take two assistants and go and see what is going on with Turret II. ”

Methodically arranging his work, Gordon breathed a sigh of relief.

He was nervous and apprehensive when he first started building the South Gate Fortress, the frightening corruption of the area, and the gaping caverns that were wide open, barely guarded and covered, had completely vanished as the work progressed and the southern walls and turrets were in place.

Indeed, as the lord said, although the Black Forest is dangerous, it is no more than that in the face of the power of Cecil's magic industry.

"Nothing happened today," a mechanical sergeant sighed in front of another console next to him, and the content of his exclamation happened to be what Gordon thought, "another day of peace." ”

"Don't let your guard down," another mechanical sergeant reminded, "There are still monsters in the Black Forest, and there may be utterly crazy monsters storming the fortress." ”

"Don't worry, I won't let up."

The vigilance of the soldiers is really strong.

Gordon couldn't help but sigh in his heart, but at the same time he muttered a little-

Monsters in the Black Forest...... It seems to be getting less and less......