After the initial small chaos and pitfalls caused by inexperience, crowd surges, poor consideration, etc., the carnival has entered a very orderly state.

Although the scale is amazing, it can guarantee that there will not be a single bad accident (the endless small troubles have not stopped, and the princes and city managers of the neighborhood committee have really worked hard for you), this is not only the action of the imperial soldiers can be guaranteed, as the organizer of the celebration, Civis is the greatest, and the hard work of the volunteer workers of the various generations is undeniable. Every day, millions of visitors travel to and from their own realms and shadow spaces through the dimensional hub, and celebrations are held on an unprecedented scale in three meeting venues, where thousands of worlds of culture and objects are displayed and exchanged on the most open platform in history, and countless new ideas burst out in this intersection every day, and new cognitive and cultural concepts and strange treasures of the worlds immerse every reveler in the wonderful senses of Alice in Wonderland. It has formed a bizarre and magnificent picture, if there can be an ambitious painter to make such a realistic painting for such a grand occasion, such a realistic painting as the Qingming Riverside Picture......

Well, I guess I'll have to paint from the age of six and a half until I die.

In the first few days, I and a large group of happy party members can be said to have gone through the addiction of shaking off the shopkeeper, handing over the troubles of organizing the event to Civis every day, handing over the maintenance of the rank to the chengguan brigade, and handing over various practical operations to the volunteer teams of several major affiliated worlds, while the high-level officials of the empire who should really be the hosts of this event wander around every day with nothing to do, or follow the group of visitors from the other world who have entered the other world to take photos everywhere. Either it's a shopping spree under the excitement of the Lord of Time, or a trick and a deception along the way (Bo Li Lingmeng), I have to say that in the first four or five days of the carnival, it's called a joy. But Nima, again "but",!

But happy days are always so fleeting, and the heavy sense of responsibility will eventually fall on their shoulders.

"Ahem, Ah Jun, the expression is solemn and emphasized, with a sense of majesty." , I was stabbed in the waist and eyes by my sister because of my serious facial paralysis, and suddenly a spirit, and continued to fantasize with a face that I was a terracotta warrior that traveled through time and space.

The air in the Tirith Glade is really the same as ever...... Well, highly fermented.

I snorted, I thought Sylvanas should put the urban greening of the Tirith area on the agenda, although the Forsaken don't need fresh air, but you have to leave a way for the other races who come here to play, the last time I heard that the envoys from Stormwind City have made the "fresh air" here smoke acute appendicitis, "Anyway, that grandson breathes through the duodenum, and if you want to return to China quickly, you can make it clear!"

Under the reminder of my sister, I and the shallow expression of the person next to me who had been sneaking out of the road for I don't know how long I didn't know, and tried to make a majestic appearance of the king in the world, although I couldn't catch up with the almost innate royal majesty of Shandora on the other side, but at least the terracotta warriors and horses were also at the porcelain level.

There was a faint rustle of the scorched trees of the Tires woodland in the cold wind, and the specially assembled Royal Cruiser beneath everyone's feet did not make a sound during the levitation, and if it weren't for the fact that the ship had been activated, I would even have the illusion that I had landed.

Standing with you on the edge of the observation platform at the bow of this majestic and magnificent battleship, and receiving the scorching gaze of the neatly lined infantry phalanx on the ground below, although it was not the first time I had experienced such a scene, I still felt extremely awkward.

This is one of the few events organized by the Empire during the Carnival, the first of course being the opening and post-opening conscription advertisements of the Carnival, and the second being the military parade that now takes place on the fifth day of the Carnival in the world of Azeroth.

Well, the military parade was held on the fifth day, a rather strange time period, and I was puzzled when I first knew about the decision of Dao Shandora: it was neither an opening ceremony nor a finale, and the military parade that should have been a major project was placed on the fifth day of the event, which would not have happened on festivals held by ordinary human beings, not to mention that the big military parade was an extremely important thing for the Apostles of Xiling who promoted the concept of extreme war. Even a military parade featuring its affiliated race should be taken very seriously.

After Sandora's explanation, I realized that the number five had a special meaning to the Apostle Hiling.

In the early days of civilization, when the empire was far from standing at the apex of thousands of civilizations in the multiverse, the Apostles of Xiling also experienced an era of difficult development on their home planet, evolving in twists and turns. Wars, internal strife, conflicts, heretics, these inferiority that plagued most of the "mortal" race also shrouded the Xiling civilization in that ancient era, and divided the history of this great civilization into a layered generation, and the fifth generation, which is believed to be the Apostle of Xiling, smashed the weakness of the mortal race and sublimated the entire race to "perfect" generation.

In this generation, the Xiling civilization was reborn.

Rushing out of the home planet, conquering the galaxy, tribal integration, the establishment of the authority system, the confirmation of the emperor's authority, the imprint of racial thought, the complete removal of emotional shortcomings, and the racial culture of the supremacy of efficiency............ The Apostle of Hiling miraculously completed all the challenges that a mortal civilization could have experienced in twists and turns, and sublimated, fused, and transformed himself into a new life form with incredible cohesion and countless racial sacrifices, in this era, the empire conquered the universe for the first time, and it was also in this era that the empire encountered the abyss for the first time.

When the Xiling Numing, who finally left the cradle of the world, stood up again after the devastating abyss counterattack in Yiping, the name of "Xiling Empire" really became an awe-inspiring symbol.

From that day on, "Five" has become a symbol of special significance in the hearts of the Apostle Xiling, it is the end of the ancient era, and it is also the first year of the birth of the "Apostle of Xiling" in the modern sense.

A civilization is divided in two numbers on one side, with mortals hobbling through the multi-world realm on one side and gods on the other.

I remembered these things that Sandora explained to me, "I can't help but feel some emotion in my heart: even the Xiling Apostle who finally came to the realm of gods, in fact, has gone through countless hardships and twists and turns to achieve the final achievement, except for the rich second generation like the gods of the star field, I am afraid that any civilization needs to pay the same sacrifice and effort if it wants to survive" But even the empire that has gone through so many challenges and is incomparably strong in the end has a day when it falls apart, and the world is impermanent. At this moment, the Royal Cruiser suddenly shook slightly, and the bow of the ship turned in the direction of the parade entrance, and the scene in front of us also changed. Sylvanas, who was standing beside us as an escort, interrupted my thoughts, pointing to the distant warped horizon, and the Dark Queen said in a low voice, "Over there is the Great Rift, as you can see, more than a year has passed, and it still shows no signs of closing, it is said that it may continue to exist for millions of years, and it has now stabilized and become a sacred place for arcane researchers and astrologers. ”

Following the right finger, I also saw the astonishing scene in the sky. The horizon twisted and cracked, and the earth composed of boulders and earth gradually warped and curled into a strange arc from both sides to the middle, "It looked like countless skeletal claws were trying to capture something in the sky, and above these jagged claws, probably several kilometers above the ground, the air was distorted abnormally, and huge black cracks covered the spherical area with a radius of one kilometer" The black and blue clouds composed of high concentration of ghost energy diffused from those huge spatial cracks, The web of spider-like cracks rendered an eerie appearance, and dazzling blue lightning jumped in the dense mist, constantly releasing and neutralizing energy.

And a little farther away from the fissure area, which seemed to be extremely dangerous, huge rocks and even floating islands were scattered in the air due to gravitational disturbances, "obscuring the light of the morning sun", and the huge black figures were constantly tumbling under the action of the high-altitude currents, but maintained a displacement of no more than twenty meters due to some delicate balance, and I could clearly see that there were many new man-made structures on the largest floating land, a very terrible way of building.

"Yes, that's dangerous" The aftermath of your power is still stirring in that space, and I'm afraid it will be stirred for millions of years, and even the tiniest lightning bolt of energy in it is enough to destroy the most powerful arcane shield a division can make" Those spatial rifts, once cracked, would be enough to shred all of Tiris, but for the arcanists and warlocks stationed on those lands, "it is unimaginable to be able to feel and study the mysteries of spectral energy and space so closely." Even if we send people to expel them, it won't help, as soon as the opportunity arises, they will get back close and crack up. "After repeating this a few times, the leaders of the various parties also acquiesced in this risky research: after all, the above are the best scholars in Azeroth, and even the king would not dare to be too rude to them."

"And I'm afraid you're sharing their research yourself, right?" , I tilted my head slightly and said with a smile.

Sylvanas admits happily, "Yes, we do look into what's going on there. Not even the Empire could offer us such an opportunity to study: a remnant of Emperor Xiling's power was perfectly bound by a large continuous rift in space, turning it into the best sample for study, and of course you don't care about it, but our scholars are ecstatic, they have never seen such a large amount of energy so firmly bound together, and they are trying to find a shortcut to using the arcane to bind the ghost, and this kind of research has already achieved preliminary results. ”

"Oh......", I looked at the spatial rift in the distance that had completely changed the environment of the Tirius region, and I felt a little unreal.

How many environmentalists will have to die on the planet!

The crustal curl that has been divided into an absolutely dangerous area but has always been studied by countless deadly arcanists is the site of the outbreak of the last battle of the Azeroth Salvation War, where the fallen apostle general Savi was killed, and turned into the primordial energy of another dimension in the annihilation reaction of the singularity eruption, and after all the dust settled, the aftermath of the singularity explosion did not immediately dissipate, and in the next half hour at that time, It left an eternal scar on the planet Azeroth: a space storm with a radius of one kilometer, a crack in the earth's crust that was tens of kilometers wide and deep into the magma belt, and an energy ring with a radiation range of hundreds of kilometers, and the remaining shock wave of the singularity erupted directly caused the Undercity, which was less than twenty kilometers away from the final battlefield, to be renamed the Dark Grand Canyon on the same day.

The former battlefield has now become the most famous research sanctuary in the entire Azeroth world, and scholars from Dalaran, Cenarion, Silvermoon City, and other places, as well as hermits who have emerged from the horns of the Heavenly Path, have led their followers to build their own towers or research outposts on the floating islands in the air of the Great Rift and on the cliffs of the endless abyss flowing with magma below, and they have fought to the incredible magical scenes there with a fearless spirit that is dead and buried. This kind of crazy research is not hot, as Sylvanas said, it is rare for a Xiling Emperor to personally take action, and the situation that the energy chain reaction caused by the shot will continue steadily is even more spectacle, for the Xiling Apostles who have mastered the more intelligent energy theory, this spectacle may only have a novel ornamental value, but for the Azeroths who have come into contact with a higher level of civilization knowledge on the Internet, and are stumbling in terms of ghost energy and high-dimensional space technology, A shiver in this place is enough for them to study for more than half a year.

Scientists are the most terrifying, and the scholars who don't want to die are not doing it for nothing, driven by the enthusiasm for research that even Tavel would be amazed by, the Great Rift research community produces a new academic paper every Liao on average, and in just over a year, scholars there have discovered twice as many arcane phenomena from the Great Rift as the new arcane phenomena discovered by Azeroth's academic community in the past few hundred years." There is now a popular saying in the scientific field of Azeroth: I was doing research in the Great Rift a long time ago, just like you, until I was struck by an arrow in my knee......

This sentence was ridiculed by the shabby magicians who couldn't apply for a research place in the Chinese Gang.

How can I say it, after more than a year now, I have come to Azeroth again, and now seeing what is happening here, I once again deeply feel how far-reaching the impact of the Emperor's actions has on those ordinary worlds, such as the huge space storm and the shattered earth in the distance, and the neatly lined up warriors of all races below us.

Who would have thought that the warriors of the various clans of Zenzeroth, who were once incompatible, would stand in the same camp and be reviewed with the same sense of glory as they do today?

The scarred and harsh environment of the Tirith Woodland is not a suitable area for celebrations, but its special significance as the final battlefield of the Salvation War led us to finally choose this place for the parade: "Warriors of all races, even rare races such as bears and elemental creatures, have lined up in array on the artificially created great plains below, and half of these millions of Salvation Army soldiers are veterans who have survived the Salvation War and are recovering from their health, and the rest are the best of the recently expanded recruit egg, They wore a distinctive Azeroth-like style, but the material was clearly far superior to that of the era's, "Standing proudly in the somewhat dim morning sun, the hundreds of phalanxes resembled hundreds of breathing steel plates, exuding a deep aura second only to the Imperial Soldiers' phalanx."

Among these phalanxes, "some of the newly formed warbands stand out.

Shrouded in giant red power armor, carrying vehicles and using heavy cannons like god-killing Minotaur machine gunners (they can easily enter the "state" by staring at their breastplate for ten seconds) "A space combat type blood elf magister wearing a lightweight, enclosed space armor (carrying a thunder axe and a limited edition heart of the rising sun), a human Templar with a psionic blade in his hand and a psychic shield that flutters like water (the secondary weapon is a C-old "type shotgun" that shoots ghost crystal dust)......

These are the murderous special forces we have created after the integration of science and technology, and the most combat-effective guys in the subordinate servant armies of the world.

Not only Azeroth, but in fact, in several other major worlds, similar types of troops have also appeared, but only those who have been put into actual combat are these phalanxes in front of them.

"It's time."

Sylvanas whispered, and as her words fell, the thick clouds over the Tires forest were also dispersed by some powerful force at the same time, and the rising sun, which had been fighting against the heavily polluted upper atmosphere of this hellish place for almost half an hour, finally broke through the fog and shone into the army phalanx below, reflecting a cold light on the armor of these warriors who had been silent for an hour, and as the royal cruiser slowly began to move in the air, impassioned military music resounded in the silent world of Tiris.

"Fight! Glory! Victory! "Every time the salvage flew over a phalanx, the deafening battle cry would resound in the sky, and even I couldn't help but feel my blood boiling in this atmosphere......

The inspection of the Salvation Army in the Azeroth World Realm is only a high-level exchange between the Empire and Azeroth officials, but the scene will still be broadcast to the general public in a limited way, so when the huge royal salute ship slowly moved across the sky, inspecting the steel phalanx below, this exciting scene also appeared on the aerial projection of the three assembly halls at the same time, and the people of the Macro World Realm looked at this never-before-seen scene with surprised or shocked eyes, and perhaps also had a new understanding of the Empire's affiliated world realm...... "Actually, I think the main purpose of broadcasting this parade is to save the heroes of the Azeroth world who lost their temperance in that Snow White War, you have to get it back, don't you?

Ahem, after the parade, don't show this kind of look, do you expect me, a guy who takes eating and waiting for death as his own responsibility, to have a deep impression of the parade ceremony! It's true that the process was very impassioned, but in fact, today's parade may be the highlight for Sandora, but for me it is just a passing thing, and we came here today to discuss something with Sylvanas.

"Fu belongs to the Military Command Department of the World Realm?"

In the lounge of the Royal Cruiser, I uttered such a term to the chiefs of the Azeroth tribes present.

"That's right, the Military Command Department of the Affiliated World Realm, uh, this name is what I gave it casually, let's call it that first, to be specific, it is a military department specially set up for the current Empire's affiliated World Realm, and the management power is on the side of the Empire, but the military commander of each World Realm needs to be involved......",! ~！