Winter is over.

Deep in the peak base, in a room with closed doors and windows, a magic net terminal is running.

The room was empty, and the thick curtains blocked the already light of the sky, making the whole room inexplicably dark. The white noise projection of the Magic Net terminal when running was a lamp with insufficient brightness casts shadows on the furniture and objects.

On the only wooden table in the house, the printing machine connected to the magic net terminal was creaking and running. Sheets of white paper were pushed into the machine by the paper feeding mechanism, and then information from afar was printed on the paper and sent to the print output port.

A small stack of printed materials have been accumulated at the front end of the machine.

Suddenly, the materials placed on the table floated up, as if they were being held up by an invisible pair of hands, and the paper began to flip.

After a while, the information was put back on the table, and the automatically running magic net terminal gradually became quiet. A faint wind blew across the empty room. The curtains not far away shook, and with the slight brightness in the room, everything returned to silence.

In the center of the base, Gao Wen was looking through the technical information from the elf magician Banner. Due to the shortening of the construction period, the sub-tower tower and related facilities under the Principal of Cecil are about to be completed ahead of schedule. The sub-tower is currently undergoing the later installation and debugging of magic devices, and most of the purification nodes have been completed. In order to ensure that this crucial project can be completed smoothly, Gao Wen did not dare to relax at all.

An invisible wind suddenly blew into the room. Gao Wen felt a familiar breath appearing at the window. He casually threw a piece of paper over it. With a "Oh", the next second he saw amber appearing out of the air and falling off the windowsill in a mess.

——The windows at the peak base are specially made, with narrow window sills and concave and concave sealing structures, so that mouse clips cannot be placed, which is a very regrettable thing for Gao Wen.

"What's the matter?" Gao Wen raised his eyelids and looked at the half-elf who was getting up from the ground. "It's rare for you to come here at this time."

Amber got up and patted her clothes, and came to Gao Wen's desk carelessly as if nothing had happened just now: "I just received a batch of information from the north - there were a few things that I felt weren't right."

"Information from the North..." Gao Wen put down the information in his hand and "tell me."

"Since late fog moon, a large-scale cultivator settlement has begun in the East Control Zone. We initially guessed whether it would be Prince Edmund's 'acting skills' and guessed that he was trying to cover up his eyes. However, according to the latest information, the East Control people have captured hundreds of believers who have died in the end so far and destroyed dozens of secret altars that have secretly held dark rituals. The intelligence personnel have initially judged that the secret altars and heresy evidence are true."

"...It seems that the cooperative relationship between Edmund and the Death of All Things is not that close..." Gao Wen frowned slightly, "But just because of my warning letter, is the reaction of Dongjing too big? Considering that Edmund had at least a certain degree of cooperation with the Death of All Things is, he immediately made such a big move after receiving my warning letter, which was very suspicious..."

"The more suspicious ones are still behind," Amber's face had a strange expression, "Do you believe it--from last month to now, in the royal controlled area of ​​the confrontation zone of the Holy Spirit Plain, the noble army captured all the deadly believers, and destroyed more secret altars than the Eastern Realm!!"

Gao Wen blinked, but didn't react for a while. After he reacted, his first feeling was how could this be possible.

The old nobles in the north suddenly became a living. Is there anything more suspicious in the world than this?!

My previous warning letter was really that useful? The Ansu nobles suddenly realized the dangers of the end of everything and decided to unite and punish evil. Victoria Wilder instantly completed the ideological transformation project of the old nobles?

Gao Wenning believes that those believers who were caught committing suicide by committing suicide!

"What's going on?" Gao Wen looked into Amber's eyes, "I don't believe that the old nobles suddenly improved their efficiency."

Amber indeed has the following: "The reason why the Dongjing and royal nobles are so efficient is because someone reports it."

"Report?" Gao Wen frowned, "Didn't the Military Intelligence Bureau operator you sent out report it?"

"Only the first few times were reported by our operators, but since the end of Frost Moon, the reports suddenly increased sharply, and almost every day the cult clues were sent to the local lords. It took the operators a long time to find out the identities of those reporters - who do you guess it is?"

A strange thought suddenly emerged in Gao Wen's mind: "...It's not that everything will die, will it be himself?"

"Yes, they are really themselves - and the situation is extremely strange!! Those reported were all on the scene after the dark ritual. All the believers who participated in the ritual committed suicide during the ritual. So strictly speaking, whether it is the royal family or the Eastern District, after receiving the clues, they are only the bodies of cultists who have already held the ritual..."

Before Amber could finish speaking, Gao Wen's eyebrows suddenly shook.

Why is this really suicide?

Then he realized that there was something extremely unsettling behind this ridiculous situation—

This is like some kind of secret, continuous, large-scale sacrifice ceremony! Those cultists are offering sacrifices on a large scale!

There is no doubt that Amber, who often deals with various intelligence, can also think of this layer. The half-elf's face also showed a serious expression: "It's very similar to a large-scale sacrifice, right - the cultists of the Holy Spirit Plain have held at least hundreds of dark rituals that require participants to commit suicide in the past two months. There may be as many as thousands of believers who have died in the end have completed the sacrifice!"

"Yes, sacrifice, this is undoubtedly a sacrifice," Gao Wen's brow was already frowning. He couldn't help but press the table with his hands, his voice low and serious, "But why do they report... after the sacrifice is over, they have to actively expose the altars and strongholds that have finally been built secretly... unless it is a ritual requirement... and so on, it is not necessarily a ritual!"

A light suddenly flashed through Gao Wen's mind. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Amber's eyes: "Have all the bodies found burned?"

"Only a part of them burned - the people of the East have burned two-thirds of them, and the royal nobles have probably burned less than one-third, and most of the remaining ones have been thrown directly into the mass graves, or even thrown into the wild. Although their respective high-level lords have issued orders that all the bodies must be burned and all the altars must be purified with holy water, you should know how poor the execution efficiency of the lower knights and noble soldiers are," Amber said as he had guessed Gao Wen's thoughts, "Do you think those cultists are using the bodies that have been held after the sacrifice ceremony as a source of pollution?"

"The dark druids are very good at spreading plagues with flesh and blood debris..." Gao Wen said quickly, "But no, there is still a problem... This still cannot explain why they must 'report' after the sacrifice... This will instead cause some corpses that could have served as sources of pollution to be burned and purified!"

Gao Wen had already stood up from behind the desk. He frowned and thought while walking slowly behind the desk, guessing that the cultists must make the remains, altars, and strongholds after the sacrifice. During his hard thinking, he suddenly thought of one thing: he thought of Victoria Wilder and Edmund Moen, both "wise men" among traditional nobles, and the orders they might give after obtaining the information from the cultists-

"After discovering the cult intelligence, do the local lords and their escort knights have to come to the scene in person?"

"Yes, this is the order given by the Duke of Victoria. Edmund Moen also had a similar order, which was to prevent the lower nobles and knights from doing it perfunctorily, to ensure that they could at least be present in person..." Amber said, and his speech suddenly slowed down, and the subsequent words finally formed a marvel, "...Oh my god..."

Gao Wen took a breath slowly: "What a big thing is going to happen - when the cultists have exposed their altars and strongholds that they have been running for many years, it means that their ritual has reached the last step."

He cursed in his heart: Damn, everyone just fell into the pit!!

Who would have thought that the last step of the madman who kept talking about the death of all things was to report himself?!

"Now, it's too late to remind the Duke and that prince. At least half of the noble lords and knights in the eastern conflict zone of the Holy Spirit Plain may have been infected by something," Amber also realized the terrible situation, and her tone became quick, "But do you think the Duke of Victoria and Prince Edmund realize that the situation is wrong? They are not stupid..."

"They are indeed not stupid, but if the cultists launched an action from grassroots villages and towns, did not enter the big city in the middle, and bypassed all the direct royal and secondary fiefs, then in just one and a half months to two months, the news from all parties would not be summarized into the ears of Victoria and Edmund."

Amber widened her eyes: "Why?"

Gao Wen looked at her and said, "Because 'My vassal is not my vassal'."

Then he returned to his desk and quickly pulled out a letter: "No matter whether it is too late or not, you must remind the north - you will pass this letter directly to the Stone Fortress, and let them use the Griffon Messenger, the fastest Griffon Messenger to send messages to the Kingdom Army and the Eastern Legion. In addition, withdraw all the military intelligence officers who are active in the conflict zone, first retreat to the Stone Fortress, temporarily isolate them, perform a complete set of magical techniques, curses, and epidemics before entering the city. The staff at the Chamber of Commerce are also arranged. From today on, the Stone Fortress and Glen Pass will be closed, and all magic sensing towers in the border areas will be at the highest sensitivity."

He quickly wrote down the emergency letter as he said, and then continued while stamping his own mark: "I have to go back to Cecil City - you go back with me."

Amber blinked: "What should I do with the project here?"

"The project here is coming to an end. Bruce Ronstone and Magister Banner will ensure it is completed smoothly," said Gao Wen. "The most important thing at the moment is to ensure stability in the southern border and find ways to grasp the situation in the northern border. If something goes wrong with the southern border... there will be no projects."

After saying that, Gao Wen thought carefully again, looking for any missed, and finally added: "Please send Sonia to the West Camp. If the situation in the north really deteriorates, there will be problems with Duke Bedvin Franklin, so we will take over the project of the West Camp."

He thought of the cultists hiding in the wasteland, worried that the situation in the northern region was just a smoke screen for the demise of everything, and worried that their real purpose was to destroy the barrier.

...

At the same time, the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain, the royal control area, and the town.

The winter snow is gradually melting, and this year's recovery month seems to be warmer than in previous years. The drizzle of snow drips along the roofs and towers, and almost all the roads in the town have become wet. Residents who have been hiding in the houses for a winter have taken to the streets. In this month that symbolizes hope, a wheat ear preserved from last year was inserted into their doors. In Ansu folk customs, this means a year of fullness.

A pair of elf sisters with almost the same appearance strolled on the streets of the town.

They are beautiful in appearance and gorgeous dresses. Whether they are outstanding in appearance or elf, they don’t look like people who appear in such remote towns. However, they are like acquaintances in the town, strolling in the wet streets.

Some of the pedestrians who came and went seemed to ignore the pair of eye-catching elves, while others would stop and greet them with a smile.

"The season of recovery is so good," the elf sisters walked and looked at each other, not knowing whether they were telling each other to each other or their unique "talking to themselves". "As soon as the cold days end, new sprouts will grow soon."

A man in soldier armor passed by them. He stopped slightly when he heard this, bowed slightly like a gentleman: "Yes, the new sprouts are about to grow."

"Your new armor is so beautiful."

The elf sisters said with a smile, walking across the streets with brisk steps.

On both sides of the street, young women were tidying up the ears of wheat inserted in the door, men were repairing farm tools, craftsmen were drinking and chatting, and apprentices walked out of the house yawning. Everyone had a peaceful and peaceful smile on their faces and greeted the elf sisters passing by.

"Good morning, Miss Lerna."

"Good morning, Miss Firna."

"Good morning, Uncle Sam-Your beard is so energetic."

"Good morning, Aunt Poppy, it's a great day today."

The elves' smiles on the faces of the elves were bright and bright. The peasant woman who they called Aunt Poppy stopped her work on making wheat ears and straightened up with a hint of confusion, but the next second he smiled: "Yes, it's a good day today."

“Seeing the sun on the first day of the Revival Moon means that the next year will fill your stomach,” the elf sister said with a bright smile, “Is it?”

The peasant woman smiled brighter and brighter: "Yes, she will fill her stomach..."

Everyone laughed brightly.

Men, women, craftsmen, apprentices, soldiers, civilians, people on the streets laughed one by one.

They grinned, and under their lips, the neat crystals shone brightly.
Chapter completed!