The text of the Sword of Dawn Chapter 1414 No longer stagnated. The moment when I saw a group of Tyr walking into the venue in an order, Gao Wen knew that the deep-sea salted fish lived up to expectations and made another life. But he really didn't expect that the other party could actually make a good life in this direction at the venue of the Talash Conference. So he was stunned on the spot, with only a word of emotion left in his mind: It's really a race with a possibility of 300% chance...

He felt emotion in his heart, and heard Rebecca next to him suddenly whisper: "It turns out that she told me that that day that she said that other countries sent a group of people to come here..."

Gao Wen: "Ah?"

"Didn't I receive her when she came here?" Rebecca quickly explained, "At that time, we saw delegations from other countries walking over the deck in groups. Miss Tyre sighed to me that there were so many people, only she was the ambassador sent by the Siren Kingdom. At that time, I told her that if I encountered difficulties, I could ask me for help..."

"... Then she formed a team for herself? Just to look a little more powerful?" Gao Wen's eyes hopped and watched Tyre sit in her seat. The six Tyres, who were split at the back, wrapped a circle behind her like shadow clones. They all had expressionless faces and looked dull as if they were salted fish on the shore, looking terrifying as if they were corpse-drivers, "By the way, can the sirens do this...?"

"Yes, last time I saw Miss Tyre climbing a tower crane on the construction site, and fell down and fell on the steel net. As a result, seventy or eighty Miss Tyre were the size of a palm leaked out from the bottom," Rebecca casually said these terrifying anecdotes that Gao Wen had never heard of before, "but those little Tyres looked stupid..."

Gao Wen: "…"

Why is such a terrifying thing so harmonious when it happens to the Siren?

"Ancestor, what are you thinking?" Rebecca noticed that Gao Wen had not spoken for a long time and couldn't help asking next to him.

Gao Wen looked expressionless: "I think after the Siren officially joined the alliance, we may have a lot of work to do, especially the publicity department..."

Rebecca didn't know how much he understood, but just scratched his head with a confused look on his face. At the same time, the representatives of other countries on the venue naturally noticed that Tyre and the six shadow clones behind her were surprised and speculated, and curious eyes appeared in the venue. However, enough cultivation and calmness allowed the representatives to control all their sights to the polite range. Most of them were speculating in their hearts about what the "team" behind the "Simon Ambassador" was, and since the Simon race was extremely mysterious to the Loren countries, the speculations of the representatives gradually developed in various strange directions.

Within thirty seconds, representatives from remote countries began to speculate whether the entire race of Siren looked the same. Miss Tyr, the ambassador of the deep sea, successfully carried out the image of her race in the eyes of the Loren countries before the Tarash meeting began. This is a blessing that she walked in upright when she entered the venue today, otherwise she could have collapsed more thoroughly.

But Tyre, who is the center of sight, seemed to have not noticed the change in the atmosphere in the venue or lived in Cecil for so many years as a stranger. She had long been accustomed to the atmosphere full of shock around her. When more and more eyes were turned to the seats of the "Deep Sea Kingdom", the ambassador who was temporarily sent to the representative of the region by the boss, just poked the closest Chief Camilla with the tip of her tail: "Hey, can you help me? If I accidentally fall asleep later, you can help wake me up..."

Camilla: “…?”

This chief vaguely remembers that the atmosphere was not the same when he attended the league meeting last time...

However, this small episode did not affect the entire meeting. As all the representatives sat in the hall, a slight sound of mechanical operation came from the curved roof of the dome hall. Layered metal clad plates rose from the edge of the roof, covering the outer layer of transparent high-intensity crystal glass. The bright sky light was isolated, making it more comfortable. The suitable artificial light illuminated the changes in the light of the entire space. The lights of the venue were quieted until the floor in the center of the hall slowly opened a hole, and a large magic net terminal rose from it, and the emblem of the alliance was projected in front of all participants. Gao Wen's low and steady voice broke the silence:

"I am very happy to see many familiar faces here, and I am very grateful to all the friends who have come from afar for going to work hard to go deep into this desolate land to participate in this 'post-war meeting'.

"As everyone knows, we have just survived a terrible disaster that can almost end the process of civilization. Before savoring the joy of victory and licking the wounds of war, we need to first ensure order and stability after this catastrophic war, ensure the overall interests of the alliance and the peace and stability of each member state. This is the significance of this meeting, and I believe that all of us have a consensus.

"But before the meeting officially begins, I need to first introduce the new friends of the alliance from the Sirens from the Deep Sea. As we know, in the Battle of Wasteland, the Kingdom of Deep Sea sent a powerful expeditionary force to the continent of Loren. We can now sit here as the winner. The expeditionary force's struggle has made great contributions. In earlier contacts, the Sirens clan had already shown their civilization, strength and friendship to Loren.

"I am honored to invite Miss Tyre, Ambassador of the Deep Sea Kingdom to make a statement next, and hereby launch a proposal in the name of one of the permanent members of the Alliance: to adopt the Siren Kingdom as a new member of the Alliance."

Gao Wen is not a person who likes to be polite and engages too many "diplomatic rhetoric", so he quickly finished the opening speech needed to be the host of this meeting, and left the next position to Tyre. The reason why the Siren Ambassador's speech was arranged so high is not entirely to show his importance to the "new allies" because he was worried that he would not let Tyre get up and speak again, the deep-sea salted fish should fall asleep...

The meeting process was agreed before, so when it was her turn to speak, Tyre was not nervous or surprised. She just stood up with a smile.

Before today, Gao Wen was worried about whether this sleeping fish, which usually doesn't seem reliable, could take on the role of ambassador, but when she slowly got up with a smile, Gao Wen realized one thing: all her previous worries were redundant.

She was Tyre, who came from an ancient and advanced civilized group. Before the beginning of this season of civilization on the continent of Loren, and even before the reincarnation of many seasons of civilization, she and her compatriots had already swam in the distant deep sea and observed the world on the land. She was usually lazy, lethargic, and had strange habits, but even so, she knew very clearly how to deal with the short-lived races on the land. She had seen a lot.

"May the waves bless you, friends who live on dry land, I bring His Majesty Petia, the Lord of the Deep Sea, to the Alliance, the Siren are happy to have a friendship with the land races, although we don't know much about each other..."

...

Gentle waves hit the golden beach under the sun, and the magnificent bow of the ship of Antawayen stood like a continuous cliff on the coastline next to the golden beach. Under the brilliance of the sun, the deck, wall protection and ecological dome of this stranded starship seemed to have a hazy and psychedelic glow, and there were fine waves undulating on the other side of the starship. The sunlight was fragmented on the surface of the waves, making Antawayen's hull submerged in the water seemed to sink into the depths of bright light.

The master of the deep sea and the ruler of the siren, Queen Petia left her palace deep in the starship, left the stranded Antavern, and came to a high platform near the golden beach. She looked at the starship that was once full of Aio's people escaped the disaster of the world, and saw its hull that stretched for hundreds of kilometers gently wrapped by sea waves, and couldn't help but speak softly: "...at least this view is indeed beautiful."

"After all, there are only storms on the sea in my hometown. You may not see sunshine or stars once in a thousand years," Rosalia, a maid from the deep sea, stood beside Petia, and said with her head down when she heard this, "but this planet has many...complex scenery."

"Is the storm in my hometown... I don't know if the storm in my hometown has a day to stop," Petia sighed softly and shook her head, then seemed to mention casually, "Calculate the time, the meeting over Tyre has already begun, right?"

"After calculating the time difference, just today, and at this moment," Rosalia replied. "The Congresses on the land will start to discuss today how to recover for that war, and also discuss the issue of establishing alliances with the Deep Sea Kingdom. According to the meeting arrangements sent back there, Tyre should be the first to speak, but..."

"But what?" Petia glanced at Rosalia, who was hesitant.

"...I feel that Tyre's personality is not that reliable," Rosalia thought of some of the "glorious deeds" of her friend in the past, and couldn't help but show a worried expression on her face. "She is indeed an excellent tide master and has indeed dealt with land races a lot, but her overly lazy personality and the problem of losing chains at any time do not seem to be suitable for doing this...'too serious' thing."

"I don't think so," Petia smiled. "We have a big gap in habits and character between land races and we don't intend to change this. In a sense, Tyre is a sister who can represent the 'sirens style'. She can make the alliance realize the difference between the deep-sea groups and their land races as soon as possible, and establish communication with us under this premise. On the other hand, I don't think Tyre is that 'unreliable'... Rosalia, you should have some confidence in your friends. Although dealing with land races is not easy, it is not a difficult problem for Tyre."

"This...well, your consideration makes sense," Rosalia thought for a while and could only nod her helplessly, but then she subconsciously glanced at her queen and spoke hesitantly, "But... is this really good? Once again, establish such a close relationship with a land civilization and establish large-scale official exchanges... establish formal alliance relations with the countries of the Loren continent and participate in the 'alliance affairs' of this planet. This is not the same thing as establishing technical exchanges with the Cecils before."

Petia was silent for a few seconds, and spoke softly, her voice as soft as the waves in the distance: "...I know what you are worried about, Rosalia."

"We have said goodbye to too many 'friends'," Rosalia whispered. "Whether it is an alliance at the interest level, a close-knit allies, a partner in the technology field, or a friend who recognizes each other, we have had too many interactions with the land races of this planet... There are also many groups that seem full of hope, those who have almost reached the last step, those who have been closely linked to the deep sea kingdom at the social and cultural level, and even those who have communicated with us the day before and exchanged blessings with each other the moment... In the end, they have all become relics in the secret library of the sea abyss and a line of footnotes in the database.

"Her Majesty, I remember that you made a decision after the failure of the manned space exploration program in the Barcrom Republic, and then gave up on establishing a deeper communication with the land races of this planet. Even the most friendly and most potential races cannot exceed the second level."

"This is indeed my decision back then," Petia turned her head and looked at Rosalia's eyes calmly, "but now I've changed my mind."

"Just because of the 'variable' brought about by the Cecils?"

"No, it was me who suddenly remembered something," Petia said slowly, "We Siren... are a very patient race."

...

Siren is a very patient race. Although not all patience will be rewarded, enough patience can often ensure that they will not miss the rewards worth waiting for.

Antawayen upper platform, communications and radar array area, the chief deep-sea witch Hathaway was quietly watching the huge device standing under the blue sky, composed of a main tower and a large number of auxiliary structures. The Siren, who had beautiful blue scales near her cheek, could not remember how many years she had spent on these devices, just as she could not remember how much effort she had spent on Antawayen's core fusion tower and jump engine, but she knew very well that one thing this work deserved her endless efforts.

The superluminal communication array, which is the hope of the Antawayen to establish communication with other lost contact immigrant ships or survivors on the home planet, may not be the only hope, but at least the only hope that Siren can think of at present.

Siren is a pretty patient race.

"Master Hathaway, the energy output from the power furnace has been redirected to the communication array." A deep water technician came over and said with his head down in front of Hathaway.

"Have the energy parameters reached the threshold?"

"Yes, this time it's achieved!" said the deep water technician with some excitement. "After completing the second phase of the core fusion tower, the energy output from the rainbow light generator has fully met the requirements, and the previous pre-start process has also gone very smoothly!"
Chapter completed!