When the adventurer who had been wandering for six centuries finally returned to his long-lost home, began to try to use a strange land as his hometown from scratch, and when information about the "sentinel" began to circulate in the upper layer of the alliance member states, the tense atmosphere gradually spread throughout the mortal world. When the entire northern region ushered in the coldest season of the year, the winter breath had reached the three empires' actions against the wasteland, and finally began to intensively unfold.

On the Holy Spirit Plain, the loud whistle broke the silence on the plain. An armored train with iron black painted and heavy main guns gradually accelerated under the action of the repulsive mechanism and drove towards the mountain pass in the south. The train was loaded with supplies, equipment and fighting spirit. The snow on the plain was raised by the wind, and some snowflakes spun through the barrier outside the train tracks, beating the train's heavy armor and reinforced crystal glass windows. As the snowflakes were flying, the marks of the Empire's Second Armored Division were vaguely visible.

In Cecil City, the armored personnel carriers were driving through the wide cement avenue of Knight Street. The vehicles driven by magic machinery made a low roar, carrying magic soldiers wearing the second-generation magic armor. Brightly colored flags fluttered on the front of each car. On both sides of the road, Cecil citizens wearing thick winter clothes squeezed in the pavement and alley, farewell to these children and relatives and friends who were about to rush to the front line of the wasteland.

In addition to this conventional army, there was another special team following the army. Their armored vehicles were all decorated with the emblem of the Holy Light. The thick turret armor was etched with a strong and powerful iron fist covered by the Holy Light. The scripture cloth filled with the prayer of the Holy Light was wrapped around the main cannons and tracked skirts of these tanks and armored vehicles, and was reinforced with thick rivets. Behind these "holy chariots", the battle group blessed by the Holy Light was moving forward silently. The white knights were wearing heavy power armor, and the armor driven by the magic mechanism seemed to bring vibration to the earth every step. The armed nuns were wearing mechanical fist gloves and holding combat staffs, and a faint glow filled them.

These teams are moving towards the military station in the south of the city. A light armored train of "Iron Scepter" is already waiting on the platform. After a brief farewell ceremony in the station, they will take the train under the leadership of their respective officers, cross the passes in the dark mountains, pass through the railway in the black forest, and rush to the foot of the magnificent wall together, and be assigned to several propulsion bases to become part of the steel front there.

A block away, in a tall dormitory building, a pair of eyes retracted their eyes from the window. The owner of these eyes had short, neat hair and distinctive features of Tifeng in her facial features. She turned around and walked to the desk in the dormitory and saw a tall figure with long golden hair lying on the table and writing things seriously. She couldn't help but ask, "Maryannu, are you writing a letter to your home again?"

"I write it every week," said Tifeng's international student, known as Mariannu, without raising his head, "It's not the first time you've seen it."

"Ah, I mean, the communication between Magic Network is so convenient now. You can just send a message to your home directly, or add more money, and you can even talk to them 'face-to-face'," the girl with short hair looked at her roommate with a weird expression. "How slow is writing a letter, especially now there are many winds and snows. Sometimes a letter can be delivered to Aldernan for ten days and half a month."

"The Magic Network Communication has the benefits of Magic Network Communication, and writing has the meaning of writing letters. Although you won't understand these meanings," Mariannu stopped the pen in his hand and looked up at his roommate, "Carry, what have you seen?"

"I saw another team passing through the main road and heading towards the south of the city. They were also going to the front line of the wasteland," said a short-haired girl named Carrie, and suddenly shed some emotion, "...I don't know what the situation is like over there. Will Aldernan have knights and mages gathered like this crossing the Imperial Avenue and rushing to the wasteland?"

"Of course, in fact, my brother was sent to General Andesha's new fortress half a month ago," Mariannu said with a calm expression, "and after I return to China, I will apply to go to the border, and the application has been written."

"...Return to China," Carrie was a little dazed for a moment, "Yes, we are about to end our studies here... It's really incredible. So many things happened in such a short time. I still remember that just last winter, we even built a barricade in the corridor outside the door. You took two students to stand guard all night on the roof of the dormitory building. Every day, everyone was worried that there would be angry citizens attacking the college dormitory, and all our sense of security was built in the piles of tables, chairs and benches. Now it was like a dream to recall it."

"Yes, it's like an absurd dream. Now Tifon and Cecil are allies. We will even fight with them on the wasteland border," Mariannu nodded slightly. "Carri, have you figured out what you'll do after you go back? I heard you haven't filled out your graduation letter of intent yet."

"I..." Carrie suddenly hesitated. She subconsciously looked back at the window, but only saw snowflakes falling from the sky. The team to the front line could no longer be seen in the hazy vision. The classic castle-style towers and libraries of the Imperial College were also shrouded in the sudden dense snow curtain. "I haven't thought about it yet. My father hopes that I will go back and inherit his title as soon as possible. My mother hopes that I can enter the parliament. She said that there are many opportunities left for young people in the parliament, but my grandfather is very opposed to this. He only hopes that I can be a 'happy canary' who stays at home honestly and not participate in any political matters..."

The aristocratic student who was confused because he was about to graduate said, and suddenly sighed: "Hey, I really envy you sometimes. Your path is clear and clear. From the beginning, you have made up your mind to live your life as an Imperial Knight, and all your relatives and friends support your decision."

"It's not like your character," Mariano looked into Carrie's eyes quietly. "You are a cheerful and optimistic person, and you're even more optimistic than you are when we built barricades in the corridor last year."

Carrie stuck out her tongue and didn't know what to say for a moment. She slowly walked back to the window, lowered her head and looked down at the scenery in the college. Before the snow had not melted, the new snowflakes had already covered the flower beds and paths under the dormitory. Between the falling snowflakes, she saw a small figure trotting through the stone road outside the corridor. The figure had long light gray hair, as short as a child, and was holding a thick-looking package in her arms.

Perhaps the package in his arms affected the balance, or maybe the stone road was too slippery, the short figure suddenly became unstable and his body was about to slide to the side. After seeing this scene, Kali subconsciously waved her right hand, and a powerful airflow rolled up between the path downstairs, helping the gray elf girl who was about to slide. The latter was startled by the sudden change and looked around like a frightened rabbit. After a few seconds, she finally realized, looked up at the dormitory building along with the sensing of magic, and waved her hands hard at the window where Kali was.

"Well, it seems that the meaning of 'writing letters' for some people is that they cannot be replaced by Magic Network communication," Carrie waved her hand in front of the window in response, muttering and turning around, "The little princess of gray elf seems to be going to send a letter again. I saw her running on the road with a package larger than her head. The letters I wrote to her home in a year were not as important as that..."

...

The cold wind whistles outside the long house, and the cold winter in the northern region embraces the capital Fengge City of the gray elf with her cold embrace. However, the newly built urban centralized heating system finally played a role this year. The cold winter is no longer a long test that requires staying at home and calculating every piece of firewood. In this ancient but young gray elf king city, the prosperous trading market continues until the end of the foggy moon. If conditions permit, it may even be extended until the beginning of the cold moon next year.

Wenna Baizhi was wearing a white cloak, accompanied by the guard captain Morrina, walking in the market that was completed not long ago. This market specially prepared for winter has a high ceiling and a heat exchange system directly connected to the municipal heating center. This advanced technology from the Cecil Empire created an incredible "green shed" in winter. Merchants from all over the world gathered in this huge market. They brought rich goods that were unimaginable to the former gray elf merchants through the northern railway system and the mainland route, and these goods became huge wealth here every day.

"I never imagined that this would happen in the world before," said the captain of the guard, with a hoarse, comfortable magnetism in her voice, and a strong expression of surprise on her face, which was mixed with felines and human characteristics. "The wind and snow outside are constantly winding and snowing, and the whole moss forest, and even the whole north are already ice and snow, but the merchants in the market and the bragging travelers in the taverns have only 20% less than before, and this is the result of some roads having to close due to bad weather."

"In the distant Cecil, the situation will surprise you more than here," said Wenna Baizhi casually. "It is said that their scholars are even considering restoration of a Tallond technology called the 'ecological dome', to cover the entire area with a huge magic shield, and then create an artificial weather system inside the shield..."

"Wow, that sounds amazing," Morriena shook her furry tail in surprise. "Is this what Miss Meli described to you in her letter home?"

"…To be honest, I really don't want to recall those 'letters', but this is indeed what she mentioned in the letter," Wenna Baizhi sighed. "Since she went to Cecil to study, I have almost memorized all the paths and street lights of that human city."

This is a private matter at the home of the head of the Gray Elf. As a "foreign guard", Morriina certainly did not comment on this. She just calculated the time in her heart and said thoughtfully: "Miss Meili is about to complete her studies, right?"

"No, there is one year left, she has successfully passed the certification of advanced rune logic and will go to the Empire Rune Research Institute for internship and further study," said Wenna. "If everything goes well, she will return to Fengge City as a senior rune scholar in a year and will become the highest rune logic expert in the entire Augure tribe. There will be hope for our own rune research."

"...I don't know such professional things very well, but they sound like a good thing," Morriena carried her most beloved axe and imagined in her mind what rune scholars usually do. The tail behind her was twisting left and right, "By the way, I heard that the two leaders, Wycliff and Camilla, were sending troops east of the Holy Mountain. Do you know this?"

"Of course, we are consolidating the ancient defense lines towards the wasteland of Gondor. Humans and orcs are the main forces of the tribe state's army. They will lead in military operations. They have been like this for hundreds of years. Grey elves are not good at fighting. But Fengge City will also send our own magic troops soon. The goblins and elves are also preparing. Their golems and secret walkers have not been on the battlefield on a large scale for hundreds of years, but their iron fists and blades should still be strong."

"Are those ancient defense lines..." Morriena subconsciously looked at her palms, and her fluff-covered palms slowly clenched into fists. After they opened, she popped up her sharp nails. "Tifeng, Baiyin and Cecil are all adding troops to the wasteland defense line. The mountain troops trained by the elves in the Kaoling Kingdom also heard that they have strong combat power, but we have enjoyed hundreds of years of peace in the mountains. The most dangerous battle our soldiers have faced is just to clear out the monsters that ran out of some ancient lairs, and those ancient defense lines towards the wasteland... can they really resist those legendary distortions now?"

"The main force advancing to the wasteland is the three major empires. All other wasteland border countries have to face is the small group of monsters that ran out in the process. Although Wycliff and the others seemed a little worried about this, the situation should not be too bad," Wenna said slowly. "The elves' grand wall is still standing there, and those distortions can only wander out on a small scale."

"I hope so," said Morriena softly. She looked at the prosperous market in front of her, the wholesale merchants who were commuting in the market, the signs, flags and magnetic voices, very low. "We have just ushered in this prosperous scene..."

"No one wants the prosperity here to end early, and no one wants to fight with monsters in the wasteland, but the world will not operate according to our will," said Wenna Baizhi softly. "Developed commerce and stable markets are built on strong security guarantees. Only when we are alive can we be qualified to discuss economic prosperity..."

Morriena listened thoughtfully to what the short but intelligent gray elf leader beside her, and at this moment, a tall black-haired human suddenly appeared in her sight and walked towards her.

"Mr. Schwark," Wenna also saw the figure walking towards her. She recognized it as her human consultant and showed a smile on her face, "Is there something happened?"

"Miss Merry's letter has been delivered, ma'am," said consultant Schwark, bowing slightly, "it has been placed on your desk."

The smile on Wenna's face instantly stiffened.

After a while, she tilted her head to the side and said helplessly: "Morelina, do you know that according to the speed of the letters and the efficiency of Meli's writing of home letters, when one home letter is placed on my desk, it means that she is already running to deliver another package, so I feel double the pressure now..."

"But in fact, you only need to read a letter now." Morriena corrected with a serious look on her face.

"Yes, a letter," Wenna said almost biting her back teeth. She looked up at her consultant, "Mr. Schwark, do you think there is a magic in the world that can instantly 'scan' a large number of words into a magic circle, and then instantly extract the useful words inside, and then instantly stuff them into my mind?"

"...Madam, please be realistic, speed reading magic has its limits."
Chapter completed!