The giant eagle passed by the sky at the edge of the wasteland, and saw everything that happened on the earth. In Azmore's eyes, everything that happened on these polluted lands seemed to be similar to what he remembered - the magnificent wall still blocked the devastating border, the polluted land and mutated forests crawled in the territory of the ancient empire like scars of this world. The light emitted by the energy barrier shone in the distance in the clouds, like a light casting city wall that runs through the heaven and earth, and the civilized world... the civilized world is still on the other side of the mountains.

But when he focused more on sensing the giant eagle's sight, things that had never appeared in his memory came into his eyes.

He saw a "line" composed of sporadic lights passing through the strip plains at the edge of the Black Forest and the magnificent wall. The starting point of the line was on the southern foot of the Dark Mountains, where there were more lights, a large area of ​​artificially flattened land, and a fortress hidden between the rocks and woods. The end of the line almost stretched to the foot of the magnificent wall - and gave a feeling of still extending forward and still moving forward tenaciously.

It was a road, a road that was passing through polluted areas and approaching the wasteland of Gondor, and this road was under construction.

Azmore was a little surprised. He subconsciously controlled the giant eagle to raise the height a little, trying to turn his sight farther away. His sudden action made the Royal Eagle Cavalry "escorted" around him suddenly nervous. Several giant eagles followed and raised the height one after another and made sharp and loud screams. The knights on the eagle's back also tightened the reins nervously, and the golden pointed helmet on their heads shone with a trembling light in the setting sun.

"Don't be so nervous, young people," Azmore couldn't help laughing and said softly, "I'm just a silly old man."

"Please don't do such a sudden move at high altitude, Master Azmore," the voice of the captain of the Eagle Cavalry came from the magic props on his clothes. It was a young man. "We are for your safety."

Azmore just smiled and did not argue with the young warrior anything. When he first traveled to this continent in a giant eagle, the Morning Star Queen of the previous generation was even a child. He had passed through storms, crossed mountains, and passed through the vast battlefield between the ancestors of humans and the dark subspecies. He also became a guest of honor for humans and beasts, spreading the gospel of the god of nature in the palaces. He had faced more dangers and tempers than all the eagle knights here combined.

They are just worried that such a "dangerous element" will do anything to overcome.

Of course, the cavalry were indeed worried about his safety - more than ever, at least before arriving at the destination, no one in this team wanted him to have any accidents. Although the Morning Star family and the "Orthodox Sect" they represented had been waiting for his death every day for the past three thousand years, from the day of this journey, what they most hoped was that the "Great Druid Azmore" could live to the end.

Azmore shook his head and lowered his body slightly on the back of the giant eagle. The psychic creature felt his thoughts. With a loud chirping, a wider earth appeared in Azmore's mind. He looked at this field of vision that was far beyond the limits of humans and elves, and his eyes extended to the east side of the dark mountains and along the edge of the magnificent wall - finally, he saw more lights.

It was another road passing through the Black Forest polluted area, at the end of the giant eagle's sight and was almost completely blocked by trees. If it weren't for the dimness of the sky at dusk, Azmore would not have been able to find the glimmer rising from the treetops.

The old ancient druid finally couldn't help but take a breath and said softly: "Have Ansu and Tifeng finally started to counterattack the wasteland..."

"Master, Ansu is already history," another young female voice sounded from the messaging props, "Now that ruled the north is the human empire Cecil - the founder is the resurrected pioneer Gowan Cecil the Great."

"Ah, the Cecil Empire... I know, I just forgot," Azmore said lightly, with a smile on his lips, "A Trailblazer who has come back from the dead... I have heard of the name Gowen Cecil, and I have heard of his deeds, but - Belsetia, do you really think that a human being can be resurrected after resting for seven hundred years?"

Queen Belsetia's voice came from the messenger props, soft and unquestionable as the wind of nature: "Yes, I think it's OK-Master Azmore, look at the road that stretches towards the wasteland below you, don't you think so?"

Azmore did not make a sound, but silently watched the artificial lights that stubbornly reflected a road in the black forest, as if he was staring at the pioneers seven hundred years ago, the Gondors a thousand years ago, and even the human ancestors and elves preachers three thousand years ago and even the older years. After a long silence, he softly broke the silence: "...he can also be resurrected from the dead..."

"...this is good," said Bellsetia with a smile. "Master Azmore, please sit firmly. After crossing the Dark Mountains, we will lower the height."

...

As dusk arrived, patrol and mapping teams moving outside the base began to return to the safe zone one after another. As the last armed surveying and mapping vehicle drove into the base, the door reinforced by a steel frame was closed. Only soldiers patrolling the walls and searchlights slowly turning on the tops of several sentry towers were still vigilantly watching the dark and gloomy plain in the distance, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

The great architect Bruce Ronstone climbed the wall outside the camp from the iron escalator. Thickened steel plates and steel frames creaked under his feet. There seemed to be winds that would never stop on the strip plain. These winds were filled with the smell of decay from afar, whistling through the gaps between the walls, and occasionally causing a creepy sharp whistle-but these sounds were already common for the soldiers who had been stationed in various forward bases for a long time.

Bruce Rock crossed a short connecting wall. There were many protruding arc structures on the outside of the wall in front. In the arc-shaped armored guard plate, the current latest Justice-II orbital accelerator and Empire-II arcane torrent generator are housed. The shiny muzzles and stable and reliable focus structures of these "big babies" can always bring extra sense of security to those who live on the edge of the wasteland. In such a place where even the slime monsters are unwilling to stay, a similar sense of security is indeed very important.

The great architect came to a sentry set on the wall. The two sentries standing guard in the steel protective shed paid tribute to him while paying tribute to him while paying attention to the situation in the polluted area outside: "Hello, great architect!"

Bruce nodded to the Sentinel and asked curiously: "How long have you been here?"

"We just changed the guard," replied one of the sentries, his eyes not leaving the wall at all while talking, "It's less than half an hour..."

Bruce quickly waved his hand: "No, I mean how long have you been stationed in this base?"

The other sentry thought about it and laughed, his teeth looking particularly bright against the dark complexion of his skin: "It's almost a year--we're the second group to be sent to this base. Our captain has two years more than us."

Bruce nodded and looked at the inside of the fence - the gray barracks and garages where fighting vehicles were parked, the energy station that kept the base running, the water purification facilities and the magical obelisk located in the center of the base came into his sight one after another.

Eighty percent of these facilities were designed by him.

This advance base was first built to restore the magnificent wall, and after the end of that great project, all advance bases were preserved as here, and they have been running until today. Some of the soldiers at the base have been rotated, but a few veterans and commanders have extended their residence period and are still serving on this land outside the borders of civilization.

Due to the existence of that supply line in the Black Forest, coupled with the logistical support provided by the Disobedient Fortress and the South Gate Fortress, these forward bases located deep in the polluted area are not bad in terms of logistics supply. The real challenge they have to face is the harsh environment near the Magnificent Wall, the mutant monsters and hungry wild beasts that often wander in the polluted area - sometimes they even have to deal with the aberrations that pop up near the energy barrier base.

Although distortions wandering outside the wall have been very rare since the restoration project of the Magnificent Wall, due to the power limitation of the Sentinel Tower itself and the special "generation mechanism" of the distortion, this monster wandering around the border of the wall has never been cut off. According to the information obtained by Bruce, the front-end base will fight with the distortion almost every month. Fortunately, in front of modern weapons and shields, those small-scale wandering monsters will not break through the defense line of the warriors in front of them.

"Great Architect," the voice of one of the sentries suddenly came from the side, interrupting Bruce from his contemplation, and the young soldier had a curious look on his face, "When will the railway you mentioned... be built here?"

Bruce was stunned for a moment, and then showed a wide smile, and reached out to pat the young soldier on the arm: "Military Secret, young man."

"Ah... Sorry!" The soldier immediately felt a sense of distortion and immediately stood up straight and said with a serious expression, "I am..."

"Don't be nervous, I know that many soldiers are paying attention to this news," Bruce said with a smile. "That's why I personally led the engineers to inspect every forward base along this road - sufficient preliminary preparation is the primary condition for ensuring the smooth development of the subsequent projects. Don't worry, this project is a major event that Your Majesty personally pays attention to, and its progress will not be slow."

The sentry relaxed, with a hint of anticipation on his face: "When the railway is built, our war fortress will advance - can we really fight back against the wasteland?"

"Of course, if it weren't for counterattacking the wasteland, why would Your Majesty have to invest so much power here?" Bruce said with certainty, and just when he wanted to say something more, a faint chirping suddenly penetrated the clouds in the sky, crossed a long distance, and rang in his ears. This great architect with a keen hearing due to dwarf blood subconsciously looked in the sound. Under the already dim skylight at dusk, he saw some neatly arranged vague black dots that seemed to be passing through the sky and flying towards the direction of the dark mountains.

After carefully distinguishing it, the great architect frowned curiously: "It seems like a giant eagle of the elves?"

"Is that the giant eagle of the elves?" The two sentries finally noticed the movement at high altitude. They poked their heads out and confirmed it with a reconnaissance lens with Hawkeye technique, one of them muttered in surprise, "They actually flew close to the boundary of the wasteland... they were so brave."

"The Great Wall was built by them, and they knew very well where the edge of the safety zone was," Bruce was not surprised. He was just a little curious about the appearance of the elves. "But the giant eagle team of this size... seems to be quite small. Ten** is also his Majesty's distinguished guest."

The great architect shook his head. This was not something he should care about. At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away, just interrupting his thoughts.

A soldier ran up the wall and saluted in front of Bruce: "Great Architect! Please go to the communication room - South Gate Fortress."

"Okay, I'll go now." Bruce replied immediately, then quickly bid farewell to the two sentries on the wall and ran towards the ladder not far away.

The communication room is located near the center of the forward base, next to the towering magical obelisk. There is a row of barracks and two warehouses in the middle. Bruce is walking fast, and when he is rushing, he soon arrives at this room with the magic network terminal. The magic device in the center of the room has been activated. A faint light is flashing above the focus crystal. The appearance of the great architect Gordon appears in the middle of the communication interface.

"Bruce, I hope I haven't interrupted your work," Gordon said immediately when he saw Bruce appear, "I just received an order from the imperial capital."

"No interruption at all - today's data collection and work plan have been completed," Bruce said casually, his expression becoming very serious. "The order from the imperial capital? What happened?"

"Nothing is happening - it is a new task that requires the construction and promotion of railways to be completed at the same time. Rest assurance, the task itself is not difficult. The only thing that needs is quality and quantity, and must not be delayed."

Gordon in the communication interface said seriously, and with his words, the printing device connected to the magic net terminal on the table next to him also ran on its own. With the slight friction between the gears and the connecting rods, one sheet of printing paper after another spit out of the output mouth.

"Did you see the information I sent? There are things you need to know."

Bruce took a step forward curiously, picked up the information, and a task book with a large number of drawings and parameter descriptions appeared before him - this was a very professional information, but for a great architect who had even built a grand wall, it was very simple to understand the above.

"The large biomass treatment center...the embedded splitting pool...and the underground bunker reserved for the servo brain storage tank?" Bruce gradually looked surprised, "What are we going to do? Are we going to push the biological factory into the wasteland as well?"
Chapter completed!