Chapter 684 An Idea

After experiencing small-scale chaos and cheating at the beginning due to inexperience, sudden increase in crowds, poor thinking, etc., the carnival has entered a very orderly state.

Although the scale is staggering, it can be guaranteed that there will be no serious accidents (the endless small troubles have never stopped, the neighborhood committee gentlemen and the urban management have really worked hard for you). This is not only guaranteed by the actions of the imperial soldiers. As a Sivis, the organizer of the celebration, deserves the most credit, and the hard work of volunteer workers from all over the world cannot be denied.

Every day, millions of tourists travel between their own worlds and the shadow space through the dimensional hub. Celebrations of unprecedented scale are held at three gathering venues. Thousands of cultures and items from around the world are displayed on this most open platform in history. And communicate, countless new sparks of thinking burst out in this intersection every day. Brand-new cognitive and cultural concepts as well as weird treasures from all over the world make every reveler immersed in the wonderful senses like Alice in Wonderland. In the film, all the above are blended together to form a bizarre and magnificent picture. If there can be an ambitious painter to make a realistic painting like "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" for such a grand occasion...

Well, I probably had to draw from the age of six and a half until my death.

In the first few days, Qianqian and I and a large group of Happy Party members were completely addicted to hand-off shopkeepers. We left the troublesome things of organizing activities to Sivis every day, and left the maintenance of order to the urban management team. All the actual operations were left to the volunteer teams of several major affiliated worlds. However, the senior officials of the empire who should really be the host of this event were wandering around with nothing to do every day, or following the various groups of intruders. Visitors from other worlds took photos everywhere, or they were going on a shopping spree in the excitement of a certain time lord. Anyway, they were deceiving and abducting people along the way (Hakurei Reimengyu). I have to say, in the first four or five days of the carnival, Here, that is called joy.

But—Nima, it’s “but” again!

But the happy days are always so fleeting, and the heavy sense of responsibility will eventually fall on our shoulders. We look to the sky speechless, why can't we just have fun until the end of the festival?

"Ahem, Ajun, look more solemn and have a sense of majesty."

I, who had a slight facial paralysis due to severe distraction, was poked in the waist by my sister. I was suddenly excited and continued to imagine myself as a terracotta warrior who traveled through time and space with a straight face.

The air in Tirisfal Glades is really as always...well, highly fermented.

I sniffed and thought that Sylvanas should be asked to put the urban greening work in the Tirisfal region on the agenda. Although the Forsaken do not need fresh air, you must leave a way for other races who come here to survive. , I heard last time that the special envoy from Stormwind City contracted acute appendicitis due to the "fresh air" here - by the way, does the grandson breathe through the duodenum? If you want to return home as soon as possible, just say it!

Under the reminder of my sister, I and Qian Qian, who had been away for who knows how long, straightened up our expressions and tried to look majestic and solemn in the world, although they could not keep up with the almost innate majesty of the king on the other side Sandora. , but at least throwing it into the terracotta warriors and horses can be regarded as a porcelain level.

What was faintly heard in the ears was the low rustling sound of the scorched trees in Tirisfal Glades blown by the cold wind. The specially equipped royal cruiser under everyone's feet did not make a sound during the levitating process. If you didn't really know this, If the spacecraft has started, I will even have the illusion that I have landed.

Standing with everyone on the edge of the bow observation platform of this majestic and magnificent golden battleship, accepting the burning gaze of the neatly arranged infantry phalanx on the ground below, although this is not the first time I have experienced such a scene, I still feel Extremely awkward.

This is one of the few highlights during the Carnival that is officially organized by the Empire. The first highlight is naturally the opening ceremony of the Carnival and the recruitment advertisement after the opening ceremony, while the second highlight is now, A military parade takes place in the world of Azeroth on the fifth day of the Carnival.

Well, the military parade was placed on the fifth day, which is a rather weird time period. When I first learned about Shandora’s decision, I felt particularly puzzled: it was neither the opening ceremony nor the finale. It was supposed to be a military parade that was a major event. The ceremony happened to be on the fifth day of the lull. This would not happen in festivals held by ordinary humans. What's more, things like the military parade are extremely important to the Xiling apostles who pursue extreme war concepts. , even if it is a military parade in which its subordinate race is the protagonist, it should be taken extremely seriously.

After Shandora's explanation, I realized that the number five has special meaning to Apostle Xiling.

In the early days of the development of civilization, when the empire was far from standing at the apex of thousands of civilizations in the multiverse, the Xiling apostles also experienced difficult development on their home planet and evolved amidst twists and turns and contradictions. War, internal strife, conflict, heresy, these bad qualities that plagued most "mortal" races also shrouded the Xiling civilization in that ancient era, and divided the history of this great civilization into distinct generations. The fifth generation is considered to be a generation in which Xiling apostles crushed the weaknesses of the mortal race and sublimated the entire race to a "perfect" one.

In this generation, Xiling civilization experienced a rebirth from the ashes.

Breaking out of the home star, conquering the galaxy, integrating tribes, establishing a authority system, confirming the emperor's authority, racial ideological imprints, emotional shortcomings being completely stripped away, and efficiency-oriented racial culture... Xiling Apostle miraculously walked through twists and turns and exploration It has completed all the challenges that a mortal civilization could go through, and sublimated, integrated, and transformed itself into a brand new life form with incredible cohesion and countless racial sacrifices. In this generation, the empire conquered the universe for the first time. , it was also in this generation that the empire encountered the abyss for the first time.

When the Xiling civilization, which finally staggered away from the cradle of the world, stood up again after the near-destructive abyss counterattack, the name of the "Xiling Empire" truly became an awe-inspiring symbol.

From that day on, "five" became a symbol of special significance in the hearts of the Xiling Apostles. It was the end of the ancient era and the first year of the birth of the "Xiling Apostles" in the modern sense. A civilization is divided into two at this number. On one side are mortals staggering around in a multidimensional world, and on the other side are gods.

I recalled the things Sandora explained to me in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a little emotional:

Even the Xiling apostles who finally reached the realm of gods, actually achieved their final achievements after countless hardships and twists and turns. Except for the rich second generation like the gods of the star field, I am afraid that any civilization that wants to survive needs to You have to make the same sacrifices and efforts, but even an empire that has gone through so many challenges and become extremely powerful will one day fall apart. Things are unpredictable.

At this moment, the Royal Cruiser suddenly swayed slightly, its bow turned towards the entrance of the military parade, and the scene in front of us also changed. Sylvanas, who was standing beside us as an escort, interrupted my thoughts and pointed to the warped horizon in the distance. The Queen of Darkness said in a low voice: "That's the big rift over there, as you can see." , more than a year has passed, and it still shows no sign of closing. It is said that it may continue to exist for millions of years. It has now stabilized and has become a holy place for arcane researchers and astrologers."

Following the other person's finger, I also saw the staggering scene in the sky.

The horizon is twisted and cracked, and the earth composed of boulders and soil gradually rises and curls into strange arcs from both sides to the middle. It looks like countless skeletal and dry claws trying to catch something in the sky, and among these Above the rugged monster claws, probably several kilometers above the ground, the air was twisted abnormally. Huge black cracks filled the spherical area with a radius of one kilometer. Black-blue clouds composed of high concentrations of psionic energy emerged from those. The huge space cracks filled the air, rendering the spiderweb-like grid of cracks into an eerie appearance. Dazzling blue lightning jumped in the dense clouds and mist, constantly releasing and neutralizing energy.

A little further away from the seemingly extremely dangerous fissure area, huge rocks and even floating islands are scattered in the sky due to gravitational disorder, blocking the light from the rising sun. The huge black The figure is constantly rolling under the influence of high-altitude air currents, but due to some delicate balance, it maintains a drift of no more than twenty meters. With my enhanced vision, I can clearly see that on the largest floating land there are Lots of new man-made buildings - a very desperate way of building.

"Yes, that is very dangerous. The aftermath of your power is still surging in that space, and I am afraid it will continue to surging for millions of years, and even the tiniest energy lightning is enough to destroy what an archmage can create. The most powerful arcane shield ever created, once those space cracks burst open, it would be enough to shred the entire Tirisfal, but for the arcane masters and warlocks stationed on the land, it is impossible to be so close. It is simply an unimaginable and favorable condition to feel and study the mysteries of psionic energy and space. Even if we send people to expel them, it will be of no avail. As long as there is a chance, they will approach the 'big rift' again. After repeating this several times, The leaders of all parties also acquiesced to this risky research behavior: after all, the above are the best scholars in Azeroth, and even the king would not dare to be too rude to them."

"And I'm afraid you are also sharing their research results yourself, right?"

I tilted my head slightly and said with a smile.

Sylvanas admitted quite happily: "Yes, we are indeed studying what happened there. Even the empire cannot provide us with such a research opportunity: the remnants of the power of a Xiling Emperor are destroyed by a large continuous The space cracks are perfectly bound and turned into the best research samples. Of course you don't care about it, but our scholars are overjoyed. They have never seen such a huge amount of energy being so firmly bound. Together, they are trying to find a shortcut to use arcane magic to bind psionic energy, and this research has already produced preliminary results."

"Oh..." I looked at the space crack in the distance that had completely changed the environment of Tirisfal, and I felt a little unreal in my heart.

How many environmentalists would die from worry on earth if this happened!

The curled area of ​​the earth's crust that has been classified as an absolutely dangerous area but where countless desperate arcanists have always penetrated and studied is the place where the last battle of the Azeroth Salvation War broke out. The fallen apostle general Savi was killed there. In the annihilation reaction of the singularity explosion, it turned into the original energy of a different space. After all the dust settled, the aftermath of the singularity explosion did not dissipate immediately. In the next half hour, it was in Ai Eternal scars were left on the planet Xerath: a space storm with a radius of one kilometer, a crack in the crust that was tens of kilometers wide and as deep as the magma zone, and an energy ring with a radiation range of hundreds of kilometers. The singularity exploded The remaining shock wave also directly caused the Undercity, which was less than 20 kilometers away from the final battlefield, to be renamed the Grand Canyon of the Dark on that day. Sylvanas had to dig a new one in the western area of ​​Tirisfal, far away from the old capital. Pitfall—Speaking of which, why are the Forsaken so obsessed with cave dwellers?

The former battlefield has now become the most famous research holy place in the entire world of Azeroth. Scholars from Dalaran, Cenarion, Silvermoon City and other places, as well as hermit mages who popped up from God knows which corner, have led the way. His followers built their own mage towers or research outposts on the floating islands in the sky of the Great Rift and on the cliffs of the endless abyss with magma flowing below. The miraculous scene is so crazy. This kind of crazy research behavior is not just a matter of passion. As Sylvanas said, it is rare for a Xiling Emperor to personally take action, and the energy chain reaction triggered after the action will be stable and continuous. What is going on is even more of a spectacle. For the Xiling apostles who have mastered the higher energy theory, this spectacle may only have novel viewing value, but for those who have just come into contact with higher levels of civilized knowledge, in the realm of psionic energy and high dimensions, For the people of Azeroth who are struggling to explore space technology, a random tremor in this place is enough for them to study for more than half a year.

Otherwise, scientists are the most terrifying. Those desperate scholars are not doing useless work. Driven by a research enthusiasm that even Tavel would be amazed by, the Great Rift Research Community can produce a new article every 24 hours on average. academic papers. In just over a year, scholars there have discovered more arcane phenomena from the Great Rift than have been discovered by Azeroth's academic community in the past few hundred years. Times, there is now a popular saying in the scientific research field in the world of Azeroth: A long time ago, I was engaged in research work in the Great Rift like you, until I got an arrow in my knee...

This sentence is what those shabby magicians who can't apply for research places use to laugh at themselves.

How should I put it? Today, more than a year later, I came to Azeroth again. Now that I see what happened here, I once again deeply feel how profound and significant the impact of the Emperor's actions on those ordinary worlds is. For example, the huge space storm and broken earth in the distance, or the neatly lined up warriors of all races below us.

Who would have thought that the once incompatible warriors of all races in Azeroth would stand in the same camp and be reviewed with the same sense of honor like they do today?

The scarred and harsh environment of Tirisfal Glades is not a suitable area for holding a celebration, but its special significance as the final battlefield of the Salvation War made us finally choose this place for the military parade. People from all races, including bears and elemental creatures Warriors of such a rare race have been arrayed in order on the artificially created plains below. Half of these millions of Salvation Army soldiers are veterans who survived the Salvation War and recovered from health at that time, and the rest are recent veterans. The best of the expanded recruits, they wore super alloy armor that had a distinctive Azeroth appearance, but the material was obviously far superior to this era. They stood proudly in the dim morning sun, with hundreds of square formations. It was like hundreds of breathing steel plates, exuding a deep aura second only to the imperial phalanx.

Among these phalanxes, some newly formed battle groups stood out.

Shrouded in giant red power armor, they carry vehicles and use heavy machine guns like tauren machine gunners who kill like gods (they can easily enter the buff state by staring at their breastplates for ten seconds), wearing light closed space warfare A space combat-type blood elf magus (carrying a thunder battle ax and a limited edition Heart of the Rising Sun), a human templar with a psychic blade in his hand, and a mental shield all over his body that is as erratic as water ripples (the secondary weapon is A C-10M shotgun that fires psionic crystal dust)...

These are the ferocious special forces we created after the integration of technology, the most powerful combatants among the servant armies of various affiliated worlds.

Not only in Azeroth, but in fact, similar arms have appeared in several other major worlds, but the only ones that have been put into actual combat are these square formations in front of them.

"Time is up."

Sylvanas whispered, and as her words fell, the thick clouds over Tirisfal Glades were pushed away by some powerful force at the same time, fighting against the seriously polluted upper atmosphere of this ghost place. The rising sun, which lasted for almost half an hour, finally broke through the fog and shone on the army formation below, reflecting a cold light on the armor of these soldiers who had been standing silently for an hour. As the royal cruiser slowly sailed in the air, It began to move, and impassioned military music resounded throughout the silent world of Tirisfal.

"Fight! Glory! Victory!"

Whenever the cruiser flies over a square formation, a deafening war cry will resound through the sky. Even I can't help but feel excited in this atmosphere...

Reviewing the Salvation Army in the world of Azeroth is only a high-level exchange between the empire and Azeroth officials, but the scene will still be broadcast to ordinary people in a limited way, so when the huge royal cruiser slowly moves across the sky , while inspecting the steel phalanxes below, this exciting scene also appeared on the aerial projections of the three assembly venues at the same time. All the people from the macro world looked at this unprecedented scene with surprised or shocked eyes. The scene I saw may have given me a new understanding of the world affiliated with the empire... In fact, I think the broadcast of this military parade was mainly to save the heroes of Azeroth who lost their lives in the ridiculous Snow White Chronicles. Damn it, you have to get it back after losing such a great person, right?

Ahem, after the military parade - don't show that look, you don't expect me, a guy who lives to eat and die, to have any deep impression on the military parade! Although the process was very impassioned, in fact, today's military parade may be the highlight for Sandora, but it is just a casual thing for me. We came here today actually because we wanted to talk to Sylvanas. To discuss something.

"Affiliated to the World Military Command?"

In the lounge of the royal cruiser, I said such a term to the leaders of the various tribes in Azeroth present.

"That's right, the Military Command of the Affiliated Worlds. Well, I just came up with this name casually. Let's call it that for now. Specifically, it is a military department specially set up for the worlds affiliated with the current empire. The management power lies with the empire. , but the military commanders of each world need to participate..."