When the brilliant sun rose completely to the highest point of the sky, the sun wheel with light wood grain and brilliant crowns shone endless light in the sky, the entire Red Jade City was bathed in warmth and light, and the cold winter was over, and the moon of recovery was bringing the first vitality of the year to this land. From the towering walls of Red Jade City to the border of the Red Jade Woodland after the burning, soldiers from various tribes from Agure gathered in camps one by one, waiting for new orders on this warm day - the mountain barrier has been rebuilt, the enemy has been driven back to the wasteland, countless destroyed cities are waiting for recovery and reconstruction, and the anxious people are also beginning to look forward to a new life. However, for the people on the front line, even if the cold winter has ended, the war is far from over.

Kamilla and Wenna walked side by side on the edge of the station area outside the city. They were passing through the camp of human soldiers and preparing to go to the spiritual garrison station stationed at the Hongyulin site. When a warm wind blew from the direction of the forest, the fluff at the end of Kamilla's ears felt the comfortable airflow. The chief of the beast tribe couldn't help but squint his eyes, and his pointed ears trembled in the air twice: "Spring is here..."

"Yes, I almost thought spring would not come - it was the most difficult winter I have ever lived in my life." Wenna took off her hood and let her long gray hair scattered in the wind. She looked at the camp not far away, and saw the neatly arranged tents and prefabricated houses. They were troops re-summoned by Wycliff from the western region.

The soldiers were silently organizing their equipment or walking silently between barracks. The weapons and equipment transported by continental routes and transnational railways had been sent to the hands of these frontline soldiers. The traditional swords were replaced with Cecil-style melt-cut swords, and the crossbows and staff were replaced with scorching ray guns and magic terminals with large-capacity energy storage devices. The soldiers of all tribes were learning and familiar with the use of these weapons with extremely high efficiency. In the armies of various tribes, the progress of these human soldiers was amazing.

A soldier patrolling the edge of the camp noticed the two tribal leaders passing outside the camp. They stopped to salute Wenna and Camilla, and then turned around and quickly returned to their patrol route.

"...Did you feel it? There was a fire in their chests," Camilla's voice came from the side. The orc chief looked at the direction of the human camp with a deep gaze, and his ears extended slightly backwards. In the orc tradition, this was a gesture of greeting the warriors. "Everyone here is as strong as a mountain warrior, and they are ready to die with those invading enemies at any time."

"After the loss of Falm Fortress, the human tribe lost two cities and countless villages, and more than 100,000 people failed to escape from that purgatory, including many relatives and friends, and even their king lost an arm for it. Although Wycliff himself was open-minded, when he returned to the rear with a mechanical arm to reorganize the troops, the anger of countless people was instantly ignited - I'm afraid that the guy himself did not expect this," Wenna shook her head, "Now, there is a real deep hatred between the human tribe of Augure and those monsters. This is why Duke Berdevin chose to make Wycliff's troops the first legion to join the wasteland with the Cecil Expeditionary Force - they can withstand the greatest pressure and are ready to withstand the pressure."

"But they can easily self-destruct," Camilla said in a deep voice. "How to avoid self-destruction under great anger and killing impulse - this is a challenge that even the mountain warriors must face."

"It depends on Wycliffe's ability. I believe that guy can manage his troops well," Wenna smiled slightly. "And your mountain legion will soon enter the wasteland? Don't forget to take care of our old friends."

"No need to remind me, I'm very professional in fighting." Camilla laughed, her sharp canine teeth flashing coldly at the corners of her mouth.

Wenna's eyes were taken back from the camp not far away and looked in another direction - to her right hand, there was an open and scorched land, the snow in winter had been completely eliminated, the ugly scars brought by the war were intuitively and shockingly imprinted on the earth, countless scorched remains and thick ashes covered everything she could see. The towering ancient trees and stone pillars engraved with the names of the ancestors all fell on this scorched earth, buried in ashes and dust.

The red jade forest sea was burned and buried, as well as the past history of the forest guards here, the orcs, and the memories of her childhood hunting and picking here with Camilla.

"I heard that the name of this place has not changed," Wenna said subconsciously, "Your shamans discussed whether to change the name of this forest. After all, the once lush red jade forest has been burned out by the fire, and only scorched earth is left here. But you rejected all proposals in this regard, and finally ordered the place name of the Red Yulinhai..."

"The Susheng wood that grew on the Ancestor Peak will thrive more after the fire. Duke Berdevin told me that people living in the Holy Spirit Plain believe that 'the land after burning will grow more lush new buds'. The red jade forest sea was originally just a small forest. It was our ancestors who have been transforming this forest into a 'forest sea' for generations," Camilla's expression was calm. "One day, this place will still be restored to its lush appearance, so... the red jade forest sea is still the red jade forest sea."

Wenna blinked, and at this moment, a low buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting her conversation with Camilla - the buzzing sound from weak to strong, from less to more, and gradually gathered into a wave of sound echoing between heaven and earth. Like a giant beast in the clouds roaring in the sky, this solemn and low voice made the two tribe leaders subconsciously raise their heads, and the solemn and majestic figures of the Dawn of the World and the twelve Gorgon Flying Fortresses came into their sight.

For most of the past half of the winter, these amazing engineering miracles like flying cities have been floating above Hongyu City. They symbolize the most powerful and advanced power of the alliance, bringing endless confidence and fighting spirit to this land that has suffered heavy damage. Now, the huge rune matrix around the fortresses in the sky is lit one by one, and the array of wing plates extending to the sky releases brilliant light like burning. Magic particles burst out from the energy release grid between the armored belts, and surround the huge bodies of their fortresses like clouds. Then, this magnificent fortress group began to gradually move towards the sky in the east. Under the glorious sun, the layers of halos they released seem to be connecting into an ocean, and under the rippling waves, mountains-like cheers suddenly erupted from countless camps inside and outside Hongyu City.

"They set out," Camilla suddenly clenched her fists. She tried to raise her head and looked at the direction of the navigation of the fortress group in the air. She opened her eyes widened in the glory of the brilliant sun. Her feline-like pupils contracted into two thin lines. Then, as if to emphasize something, she nodded vigorously again and said again, "Dawn of the Earth is set out!"

Wenna took a deep breath. She was calm by nature, but at this moment she was also motivated by unprecedented enthusiasm. The last time she had a similar feeling was when she saw a train full of industrial products driving into Fengge City. The gray elf leader watched the magnificent figures turn into blurred giant shadows in the sunshine bit by bit, listened to the cheers like mountains and seas coming from the camp outside the city, and said softly in a voice that only she could hear: "May the world welcome the dawn..."

"Dawn of the earth has set sail."

In the eastern camp outside Hongyu City, Duke Bervin Franklin said softly, retracting his sight to the sky. He was standing next to a frontline command vehicle with composite shields and heavy armor. A "steel ambassador" multi-functional combat vehicle was unfolding its car-mounted magic crystal on the nearby open space and covering the charging field to the surrounding area. Further away, the chariot troops were starting the engine, the Expeditionary Force soldiers were boarding the troop transport vehicle, the Dragoon fighter slowly rose to the sky in a low buzzing sound, and established a link signal with the ground command station - under unified and efficient command, this well-trained expeditionary force was ready to go to the battlefield.

"Send a letter to King Wycliffe," Duke Bedwin turned to his adjutant, "My general set out in ten minutes to move towards the mountain barrier pass, and ask his troops to follow in time."

"Yes, Lord Duke!"

...

The sun gradually sinks, and the gradually orange-red sky light splashes evenly on the platform of the train station. The Tifeng Empire, located in the eastern part of the mainland, ushered in the sunset earlier than other countries. In the gradually heavy tones of dusk, Viscount Hemil subconsciously pulled the bow tie with the collar, adjusted the center of gravity of his body left and right, and looked up again at the mechanical clock hanging on the platform pillar. It felt that the pointer cast in brass was walking so slowly at this moment, even so slow that it made people couldn't help but wonder whether it had broken.

He stood on the station platform located in the southwestern border of the empire, away from the familiar, bustling and comfortable Aldernan, away from his beloved fire, garden and the high-backed chair with sky blue cushions. There were no trained maids and attendants, only rigid soldiers and stubborn technicians, no comfortable bathhouses and flower halls, only mechanical assembly factories and boring platforms. He had spent a long time adapting to this huge change, but he had begun to gradually admit these days that his ability to "adapt to the environment" might not be as talented as he imagined.

"Sometimes I still feel that something is wrong with my mind," Mr. Viscount, who had been waiting on the platform for a long time, couldn't help but whisper to the entourage beside him. His voice was low, because he didn't want the craftsmen and soldiers who were also waiting to hear what they were saying, but he didn't mind saying these words to his personal servant, because this is the person he trusted most besides the housekeeper, and his trust level was even greater than any brother and sister in the family. "He would actually take the initiative to apply to come to this place... It is less than a day away from the border where Count Dyson is stationed! I even feel that I can smell the stench of wasteland floating in the air."

He didn't know if the wasteland had a stinking smell, but the tension in Xiao Sha in this small border town really made him feel that he would smell the smell from the wasteland every morning he was here - it was the smell that was too close to death.

The servant spoke, his voice as gentle as ever: "But you still took the initiative to come here, as a brave Tifeng man, to play your irreplaceable role here-not everyone has the experience of managing multiple factories and quickly forming large-scale technical teams like you."

"Well, I have to admit that I am a little better than the pampered candids in these respects," Viscount Hemil pinched his sideburns, "and how that's what... the Empire needs every citizen of her to do, especially in this difficult time... we all have to be prepared."

He pulled his bow tie again - and finally untied it directly. If it were at a salon in Aldernan, he would never have done such a vulgar move, but at this moment he felt a great relief. He couldn't help but regret why he had to torture himself with this useless thing in the past many days.

Then he raised his head again and looked at the V-shaped track extending south in the sunset, watching it disappear all the way to the end of his sight.

This is a difficult time. Even the proud Tifeng people must admit the difficulties at this moment. However, as a nobleman, he must make those who follow him believe that this difficult situation will eventually pass, and everyone should play their role in this process - perhaps this sense of pride in his heart is really playing a role. He took the initiative to apply to come here and come to this border town that is only one day away from the front line. Now, he is waiting for a train from the south.

The railway line leads to the Blue Rock Hills, ironically, it has almost never been truly used - as part of the alliance's commercial activities, it was quickly established shortly after the end of the 112 Conference, but was baptized by war shortly after it was built, and was wantonly destroyed by stupid and humble monsters. Now the silver elves and the warriors of the Tifeng Empire have regained the land that once fell and repaired this precious line of transportation. The train at Viscount Hemil was standing on this land for the whole winter, and today we are finally about to welcome the first train to visit here.

Just as Viscount Hemil couldn't help but want to look at the mechanical clock again, the loud sound of the car whistle finally came from the horizon.

Mr. Viscount stood up straight, and all his impatience and fatigue disappeared.

He wants to receive the elves like a real Tifeng man in the most appropriate manner.

The magic train was whistling on the tracks, and the silver empire branded on the front of the car was clearly visible. The repulsive mechanism fine-tuned the angle, causing the heavy and huge steel creation to gradually slow down. One after another, the truck body approached the platform. The long-awaited craftsmen and soldiers quickly moved closer to the past, waiting for the dispatcher to close the magic barrier on the platform.

Viscount Hemil's eyes fell on the bodies of the slowly docking trucks. The flat-slab trucks were fixed with strong steel frames and bolts, all of which were heavy and precious industrial goods.

The purification core from the Silver Empire - strictly speaking, it is a purification core that has been completed in the preliminary processing and still needs to be debugged and installed later.

The key to blocking the wall is the purification tower. As an old powerhouse, the Tifeng Empire can certainly build purification towers. However, being able to build is one thing, and output is another.

After experiencing the disaster of the God of War and internal reshuffle, the process of maintaining the situation on the Eastern Front was not as easy as outsiders imagined.

The limit of domestic production is there. If the front line legion is to be maintained, the production of the components of the purification tower will be affected. If you have to make every effort to produce purification devices, the war machines on the front line will be powerless.

But now, things are finally getting better.
Chapter completed!