Listening to the message brought by the elf messenger named Sonia Frost Leaf, Duchess Victoria's face became even more gloomy.

Those are certainly not good news.

Especially at this critical moment.

"We know that Ansu is in a ... chaos, and you have many problems that need to be solved urgently," said the messenger named Sonya bluntly. The short-haired elf looks young and delicate, but she is likely to be an "elder" who has witnessed the rise and fall of human countries for centuries. She commented on Ansu's civil war indifferently, but everyone on the scene could not refute. "The Silver Empire has no right to interfere in any internal problems of human countries, but what we are facing now is a crisis that has exceeded the concept of the country. In the face of this crisis, the survival of civilization as a whole should be ranked first."

"Of course we understand this," said Grand Duke Bedevin, who was standing beside him, "The grand wall is there, and each of us can see that it is in abnormal condition but this civil war is not something that our side can decide."

"This is the problem you have to find a way to solve," Sonya Shuangye said helplessly. "In terms of issues other than internal affairs, the Silver Empire will do its best to provide support to friends. We will send them technical information and technical personnel, but Ansu's internal problems... can only rely on Ansu people themselves."

Bodevin Franklin and Victoria Wilder looked at each other deeply.

From the other person's eyes, they all saw the same deep helplessness and fatigue.

Don’t they know about this crisis? Don’t Ansu’s nobles know about this crisis? They know, of course, and they have known it for a long time and even know it earlier than the elves.

How many times did Grand Duke Gowen Cecil warn? Every noble who entered and exited the Silver Fort all day know this. The founding hero who had come back from the dead warned people to face the threat of Gondor's wasteland on the day he lifted the coffin. However, every warning was ignored, misinterpreted, and even resisted and slandered with conspiracy theories. The nobles of the royal capital said that it was "out of control anxiety" and "an excuse for military militancy". He even said that the ancient hero was immersed in the battlefield seven hundred years ago and was stimulated by the monsters in the dark mountains to have hallucinations. But even so, until last month, Duke Gowen Cecil's warning message was sent to the Silver Fort.

The nobles of the royal capital pretended to discuss the warning letter, and they discussed it for a full half month, but they have not finished the discussion yet.

The Duchess of the North could not help but look at the Prince of Wales sitting in the main seat. The crown prince sat there expressionlessly, but there was a hint of mockery in the depths of his calm eyes.

"We will do our best to communicate with the East for Ansu... For humanity, the royal family will do their best," Victoria said calmly, "but this is very complicated... we need a little time."

"Then come soon, Duke of Wild," Sonya Shuangye nodded slightly, "We will also make the greatest assistance necessary. We can come forward to contact the East. In Ansu's chaos, at least the elves' position is neutral."

...

Cecil City, in the lord's mansion.

Before Gaowen could continue to investigate the secret connection between the dragon and the Mithril Treasure House, Amber sent another piece of intriguing information.

"According to the operators sent to the Holy Spirit Plain, giant eagles of the elves were found in the northern region towards the city of Saint Sunil."

Gao Wen put down the plan at hand. This was a detailed report on the construction of the South Gate Fort in the south of the fortress. He raised his head and looked at Amber: "When did it happen?"

"The operator who witnessed three days ago sent the letter to the Rock Fortress as quickly as possible, and then sent the news back with the Magic Net communication," Amber said with a rare stern look. Only when reporting this kind of information could she be a little serious. "At the speed of the giant eagle... at this time the elf messenger should have been sitting in the Silver Fort."

"Sure enough, someone has been sent..." Gao Wen said softly, "It seems that the situation of the Magnificent Wall is really not good..."

After Amber reported the information, the serious and capable director of the Military Intelligence Bureau instantly degenerated into a goose. She wandered to Gao Wen's desk, grabbed the dried fruit from it and stuffed it into her mouth and muttered: "Can you guess what those elves are here for?"

"You can probably guess," Gao Wen had already adapted to Amber's unruly style. He just glanced at the half-elf, then shook his head slightly and said, "And I also know that I will be busy soon and have to."

Amber was stunned for a moment, looking curious: "Ah? You? Are you not busy enough now?"

"At this time, the elves sent envoys to the Kingdom of Humanity, the question of the magnificent wall is nothing more than the issue of the magnificent wall," Gao Wen looked at Amber and explained casually, "The three-day overload will definitely cause serious damage to the Sentinel Tower. In the current situation, it should be impossible for countries to work together to rebuild a barrier like seven hundred years ago, so the elves should want the Kingdom of Humanity to help repair or strengthen that barrier. If my judgment on the status quo of the Wall of Greatness is correct, they should send envoys to each humanity kingdom at the same time, and then the problem will come... Ansu, in a civil war."

Amber thought for a while and suddenly woke up and smelled: "Orthodox question?"

"The barrier must be repaired. Even if Ansu's nobles are dull and stupid, they will not continue to be slow on this issue. But the key is who can represent Ansu to repair that barrier?" Gao Wen shook his head with a smile, "In the eyes of ordinary people, repairing barriers is to repair barriers, for the safety of the kingdom, and for the continued project of mankind, there should not be too many profound meanings in it, but in the eyes of the leaders of this kingdom... this is a crucial symbol.

"At the critical juncture of Ansu's civil war, whoever can reach an agreement with the elves and whoever can go to the wasteland border to repair the Sentinel Tower will represent Ansu."

Amber is not a person who understands the "rules of aristocraticism", but after being influenced by Gao Wen for so long, she can understand some of the twists and turns in it. At this time, she already reacted: "If you want to send someone to repair the magnificent wall, Ansu's civil war must be suspended, but as long as the royal family and the East continue to argue about 'orthodox', the civil war will not stop. So if Ansu finally wants to send someone to repair the barrier, then he can only find someone who does not participate in the battle for royal power and is qualified to represent the kingdom... Then they can only come to you?"

"Repairing the magnificent wall is a big project. The civil war is constantly going on. No one dares to draw power to repair the barrier. However, if the barrier is not repaired, no one will survive. They have no choice," Gao Wen exclaimed, "I didn't choose to prepare either. This is not just my responsibility, maybe... it is also an opportunity."

Amber blinked, looking at Gao Wen's expression that seemed to be confident at any time, almost forgot to continue gnawing on the dried fruits in his hand.

"No matter what happens in this world, is it a chance for you?"

"Not, but because of the situation, I have to turn anything into an opportunity," Gowen shook his head, "it's time to inform Philip and Byron that it's time to make a military preparation."

"Call them?" Amber's eyes opened slightly, "Can you... do you plan to shoot out the Rock Fortress while the royal family and the Eastern Region are empty?"

"No, I can only damage my foundation and gain a kingdom that will be turbulent for the next twenty years. I will not do such a thing," Gao Wen shook his head. "But we must plan the worst. I don't believe that this civil war will really stop, let alone that the South will always be out of the situation. The royal family and the East are smart people, and I am not the only one who tries to find opportunities in this barrier crisis... I am not the only one."

Amber looked up and down at Gao Wen, and then his figure gradually disappeared into the air: "Tsk tsk, you can't play with someone who is so scheming like you. Keep planning here, I'll call those two people over."

Gao Wen watched Amber's figure gradually dissipate, then he turned his gaze back and his eyes fell on a drawing on the desk.

It was a means of transportation, or... a weapon.

A land king assembled with engines, tracks, armor, and turrets.

Although the project of the magnificent wall is imminent, Gao Wen also knows that the implementation efficiency of the kingdom in this era is basically two worlds compared with the production and construction plan of the southern border. According to the efficiency of the royal nobles, they will at least argue about this matter until this summer. In such a long time, there are still many things he can do.

"Does the drawings passed the Origin Laboratory test... I hope it will really go as smoothly as I expected."

Gao Wen said softly, and at the same time he reached out and touched the food box in the corner of the desk.

He touched the air.

"...Why are you taking the box away now?!"

...

The situation in Ansu is a whirlpool, and the human society is a mess. Although these terrifying erectile apes living on land live for a short and fragile life, they have the talent to amazed the sirens in disrupting their own society. Miss Tyre is deeply touched by this.

On the No. 1 ship platform at the North Shore Shipyard, Siren Tyre carefully grouped himself into a ball, listening to the craftsmen discussing the current affairs in the newspaper, while thinking about it all over the place.

Although humans do not have tails, they can still be "entangled" into a mess in a sense.

But these have little to do with siren. At least before humans have the ability to conduct ocean voyages, these terrifying erectus apes living on land have nothing to do with siren.

What Tyre cares most about now is that the project that has lasted from last summer to this day has finally achieved results.

In front of Miss Siren, in the dry dock beside the ship platform, a brand new and beautiful ship with a completely different shape from the traditional ships in the world is lying quietly in the huge dock, waiting for the moment of entering the water.

It is a giant made of steel, with an elegant and continuous arc shell and a flat and wide two-layer deck. A total of three pairs of "magic wings" that seem to be wings are neatly folded and folded on both sides of the hull and the back of the upper deck. In front, middle and back of the lower deck, six huge groups of turrets are quietly crouching on the cannon seats, and the sunlight sprinkled from the gaps in the ceiling shines on the cold metal, shining dazzlingly.

Two "Califier"-class iridescent generators, four specially modified, dedicated to ship platforms, and a large number of defensive small rail guns set up in various parts of the hull, jointly armed the behemoth into a terrifyingly powerful beast in the water.
Chapter completed!