Autumn is cold, and the short warm season in the northern part of the mainland has long ended. As the Frost Sky gradually approaches the high place of the sky, the vast continent of Loren's North began to gradually be shrouded in cold wind. From the Northern Wasteland next to the endless ocean, to the vast plains occupied by the northern city-states, to the mossy forests where the gray elves have lived for generations, everyone is preparing for the winter that will arrive soon.

Reserve the fuel for winter, seize the last sun, make dried fish and make pickles, repair houses damaged in the autumn rain, and turn out the cotton coats and bedding for winter... In addition to the Cecil Empire, where magic technology has entered the civilian stage, people in most parts of the world also live a life that is not much different from the past - even though magic technology from afar has begun to change the lifestyle of some people and brings many new things to these ancient lands, these changes will take time.

Rupert, who had just moved to the city, walked on the street with a cart of charcoal. The wind was much colder than yesterday, and some cold wind blew into his collar, causing the short gray elf man to shrink his neck. He raised his head and looked around the place that was still very unfamiliar to him, and couldn't help but sniff.

He is still trying to adapt to life in the city, which is not easy.

Compared with the forest that has been used to living, this "big forest" built by people seems too large, too cold, too crowded, and too chaotic. Every day, he has to deal with countless people he doesn't know, do strange work, hear many new news that he doesn't understand, and finally return to his strange residence - the only thing that can comfort him is his wife and children who moved with him. They are the greatest motivation to live in this strange city and finally make up their minds to take root here.

After all, in addition to the unfamiliar environment that is difficult to adapt to, life in the city is much more comfortable and convenient than in the forest. As a gray elf who is good at handling herbal raw materials, his income in the distillation and ripening plant is enough to provide a warm place for the family. His wife no longer has to worry about the wild beasts and poisonous insects that appear in the forest at any time. As for the children...

They really like this bustling big city.

Another cold wind blew, and Rupert couldn't help but sniff again. He looked at the truck of charcoal in front of him: The truck was bought from the carbon burning farm in the south. With the amount purchased before, the fuel needed for the family to spend the winter in the city was prepared. Living in the city is no better than a forest, there is no way to go out to pick up firewood, and the fuel used for heating can only be purchased for money. The operator of the carbon burning farm is a very smart gray elf merchant. Rupert felt that the other party was probably the richest person he had ever seen in his life. However, for some reason, when he recalled the details of the previous transaction, he always felt that the smart charcoal merchant was frowning...

Rupert pushed the cart through the center of the city. A pleasant sound of music suddenly came to his ears. He subconsciously looked up and saw a huge crystal device standing proudly in the square in front of the leader's long house. The surface of the huge magic device was flashing, and a large crystal was floating on a base of some alloy, and the gentle sound of music came from a structure of the device.

He recalled the name of the device, which should be called the Magic Obelisk - this was the biggest surprise to him since he entered the city. Rupert didn't know how the Cecils who lived in the East made such an incredible device, but he knew that this square and the large blocks outside the square were relying on this device to provide energy, and those extremely bright street lights and some "machines" in factories were driven by it.

Moreover, this device will start playing the traditional music of the gray elf when the sun rises every day, and play until the sun sets.

This second function is said to be personally instructed by the clan leader, and was tinkered with by the gray elves' own "magic technicians". Rupert does not understand the concepts of "technical exchange" and "foreign expert guidance", but he knows that the residents of the city welcome the music in the square, which makes some citizens who originally resist the magic technology lower their guards. Many residents with strong acceptance have organized themselves, often dancing in the square or playing instruments when the music sounds - just like during festivals.

A slightly hoarse and neutral voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Rupert's association with the "magic obelisk": "Citizen, do you need help?"

Rupert was startled by the voice and turned his head in panic, but saw a very tall and strong woman standing next to him - an orc, almost as tall as three gray elves, with strong and bulging muscles under his beautiful and soft hair, and a scary chopping axe behind him. The lady guarding the square was looking at him, her eyes were not fierce - but it was enough to make the country gray elves who were not yet adapted to urban life nervous.

"No...it's nothing. I'm distracted, distracted..." Rupert said with a panic wave.

"Okay, then don't be idle for too long," said the orc lady casually, her eyes falling on Rupert's cart of charcoal. She frowned, "Oh, I hope I really don't need to burn charcoal in the future. This thing is not friendly to hair."

"Ah?" Rupert was a little surprised that the guards in the city were more friendly than he thought, and were even more curious because of the other party's words. "Madam, what did you say? Are you not allowed to burn charcoal in the future?"

"I mean, there is no need to burn charcoal in the future," Ms. Orc looked at the gray elf who seemed a little confused. "Have you heard that? The magic heat station is being built in Chengbei and Chengnan. According to those "Cecil contractors", after the heat station is built, the entire street only needs a few thermal conduits to warm up. There is no need to worry about fires, there will be no choking smoke, and there will be no unlucky orcs with bald tails burned by charcoal fire. Of course, at least next year..."

Rupert listened to the description of the square guard as if he was listening to the heavenly book. Those nouns and concepts were completely different things to him-and he believed that even those who lived in this city for a long time would not necessarily understand the so-called "magic heat stations", "thermal conduits", etc. After all, in the past few days, he had heard in the tavern that locals used eight different versions to brag about the principle of "magic engines". The things brought by Cecil merchants... were really difficult to understand.

Rupert could only be sure that all the machines that looked magical were made by man. They were disassembled, and there were no special iron blocks and crystals. There was no small devil living in them, and they did not need to absorb any soul - this was what the Cecilians emphasized over and over again, and even the patriarch personally guaranteed to the citizens.

He shook his head and temporarily threw the confusion about "how to keep warm without burning charcoal". Anyway, it sounded like something that would only happen next year. At the same time, he subconsciously glanced at the tail of the tall orc lady in front of him - this cautious glance obviously could not be hidden from the eyes of a professional warrior, who immediately threw his tail behind him and glared here at the same time.

Rupert immediately shrank his neck and hurriedly pushed the cart forward.

Although it is impossible to determine whether the majestic soldier had been bald by charcoal fire, he now figured out why the charcoal merchant, who looked very smart and rich, was always frowning...

...

Morriina looked at the uninspired mind, as if the gray elf who had just entered the city from the countryside had been pushing the car away, and a cat-like whistle came from her throat. Then she looked at the mechanical clock hanging in front of the leader's long house not far away. After confirming that time was approaching, she walked to the huge crystal device in the center of the square.

Next to the magical obelisk that powers most of the city, there is a smaller device - a magical network terminal with a triangular base and clear crystal components.

This terminal has been installed here for three days, and countless citizens have speculated about its function, but it has not come in handy for the first time until today.

Several technicians are debugging this complex magic device here. Two of them are humans with a distinct accent of foreigners. They are checking crystals while explaining some details to the people beside them. The other are wearing white short robes and are as short as children. These gray elves are holding paper and pen in their hands, listening to the guidance of the two foreigners nervously and attentively, like apprentices.

None of them cared about the female captain who walked up to the side - a female warrior who was full of curiosity but knew nothing about magic skills. It would not affect the working status of these technicians.

With these people's inspiration, the smaller magic device finally started to be activated - not much different from the booking time.

Accompanied by a slight buzz and disturbance, a bright light curtain appeared out of thin air, and a large magic projection instantly appeared in the center of the square, with gorgeous colors and beautiful sounds bursting out at the same time-

Morriena, who was carrying a chopping axe, almost immediately exploded with fluff, jumped out like a keen cat hunter, and almost took off the weapon behind her, but soon she realized that the device only created some harmless projections, and the projection appeared on the projection, which looked nervous.

She felt a little embarrassed, and even the fine white fluff could not block her slightly red face. However, the citizens around who were suddenly alarmed obviously did not notice this small detail. They looked at the magical images that suddenly appeared in the square in surprise and curiosity, and heard a sound coming from it:

"This... this is the first broadcast of the Momolin Magic Network. We are playing the picture from 'Baiyu Port' today. Our patriarch, Ms. Wenna Baizhi, will..."

...

The autumn wind blows through the low woods on the coast, and the airflow filled with moisture rolls through the houses beside the port and the outposts in the port. The long trestle extends from the land and explores the endless sea. The blue ocean slowly rises and falls at the end of the trestle, full of texture in the sun.

The blue sea and blue sky, the waves are undulating, the wind is constantly ringing, and the birds are singing - all of this is a rare scene deep in the mossy forest.

Wenna Baizhi stood on the pier of this small port, beside her trusted guards and consultants.

Not far away beside her, there were representatives of the Dwarf Kingdom who came from afar.

"The time should be almost done..." Wenna muttered to herself.

"Yes, chief," nodded a human in a brown robe with a silver head ring on his head. "The last signal indicates that they are only an hour away from the port, and the north sentry tower also reported seeing the shadow of the ship on the sea--it should be almost there."

Wenna nodded and looked back at the open space not far away - a group of technicians were gathering there, surrounded by a brand new, precious magic machine, and the crystal device fixed above the machine was shining brightly in the sun.

The machine made the gray elf leader feel a little nervous, but she easily resolved this sense of inadequacy. She knew that her figure should have been recorded by the wonderful device and sent back to Fengge City in the depths of the Mosswood Forest and Sambitok City in the east of the woodland - the only two cities in Mosswood Forest that have established magic networks and connected with communication devices, and it is also the "magic network pilot" of the entire Agure Tribe State. As the main promoter of the entire project, she knew that she must perform perfectly and well today.

"I hope that Fengge and Sambitok citizens won't be too nervous when they first saw the Magic Network broadcast," she whispered in a voice that only the consultants next to her could hear. "This thing is different from the magic machine they have been in contact with."

"New things always make people nervous. When the Cecils first saw the Magic Network broadcast, they still exclaimed," the human consultant with a silver head ring on his head also whispered, "But after being nervous, brave and curious people will appear. As long as we encourage and guide, new things will grow rapidly."

Wenna nodded, looked up at the sea in the distance again, but her attention was on the pier that was not very large in sight.

This is just a small port, and if it weren't for the recent emergency repairs and additions, its situation would have been even worse at this moment.

After all, its original purpose was to give local fishermen some small boats, and the farthest sailing distance of those boats would not exceed the boundary line in the near sea.

"Baiyu Port is just a fishing village..." Wenna said softly, "But perhaps from today on, this place will never be just a fishing village again..."

A loud sound, as if the sound of flute that penetrated the sea suddenly came from the sea and came into everyone's ears.

"Here is here! Here!"

Onlookers shouted loudly at the port. Even the representatives of gray elves on the trestle and the representatives of dwarves from afar stretched their necks in an instant. They looked at the shimmering sea surface at the same time. Between the undulating waves and the brilliant waves cast by the sun, a ship made of steel covered with flashing magic shields, with strange wings spreading on both sides, sailing here by wind and waves.
Chapter completed!