Chapter 1044： Ogure's mountains

To the west of the Loren continent, the ancestral peak towers high on the ground.

This majestic mountain stands in the hinterland of the Ogure tribal nation like a giant beast with its head high and glaring at the sky, as the "fangs" of the mountain have been pierced into the clouds. Its three branches extend to the territories of orcs, humans, and gray elves, and its huge mountain itself is the homeland of the spirit race and the elves for generations to survive-for everyone living on this land, this Each mountain has a very special meaning, and for this reason, when the city-states of the Ogure tribe state decided to become a unity, they unanimously chose to build their common capital at the foot of the ancestral peak: the holy helmet city.

In the Ogure tribal state, the five main races usually manage their internal affairs independently, and the cities coexisting with multiple races operate on their own like independent city states. However, if there are major events involving the entire tribal state, the "Five Kings" They will gather in the city of Helm to discuss the future of this land.

In the center of Helm City, in the tallest domed hall in the city, the leaders of humans, gray elves, spirit races, elves, and orcs are gathering at a round table, discussing several important things, the leader of the gray elves, Wenna. Bai Zhi is among them, but at the moment it is a little wandering. Her gaze crossed the extraordinarily tall orc leader Ms. Camilla sitting across from her, crossed the open terrace at the end of the hall, and landed on the ancestral peak in the background of the city-the high mountain peak. Standing next to the city of Helm, there is a pale golden sunset shining on its surface at this moment, and the whole mountain is facing the sunset, looking brilliant.

Wenna sat on a special high chair like this, and spent a long time in a daze, until Wycliffe, who was sitting next to her, called her back from her absent-minded state: "Wenna, Wenna— —Don’t be in a daze."

The patriarch of the gray elf, Ji Ling, woke up, first subconsciously glanced at the human leader who had just awakened him-this middle-aged man with short silver hair always had a smile on his face, and this time was no exception. -Then she looked at several other positions around the round table.

Ms. Camilla, who is tall and has feline features, is sitting on the opposite side. She frowns with dissatisfaction. The leader of the spirit race, Stuer, is sitting next to Camilla, this man with light blue skin. People" always have a contemplative expression on his face, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand his current emotions. Opposite Stour is Stella, the leader of the fairy, this small lady is sitting in her favorite high-back chair, The high-back chair is placed on a stack of books, the book is placed on a small bench, and the small bench is placed on the table-this large stack makes her the highest person on the scene, but it does not increase her majesty in the slightest.

"Ah—" Wenna finally recovered completely, and she blinked, "It's time for me to speak? Where are we discussing?"

"Wenna, it's not a good habit to be distracted at important meetings," Camilla sighed, with a nice hoarse texture in her voice. As a friend from childhood to adulthood and an out-of-heart orc, she never minded Criticizing Wenna Baizhi's shortcomings in a formal and private occasion, "What we are discussing is related to the future of the entire tribal nation."

"Of course, of course, I know-I just don't think this matter itself needs to be discussed for so long," Wenna nodded repeatedly, "About the'invitation' of Emperor Cecil-we have no reason to refuse. Both politically and economically, the benefits of joining this new alliance outweigh the risks..."

"In fact, we have reached a consensus just now on this point—just when you were distracted to admire the scenery," Wycliffe said with a smile on his face. "We are discussing another matter, according to Emperor Cecil. The idea mentioned in the letter, Stella just made a very constructive suggestion..."

Wenna opened her eyes suddenly, she subconsciously looked in the direction of Stella, and saw that the lady with the big palm was standing on the stack of books she was the "throne", and she was very proud of her. Appearance, this made her feel bad at once: "Stella's opinion? And are you still discussing it seriously?"

"Wenna, there are prejudices in your words," Stuer said, with a deep and mysterious tone in his tone, "You should listen to the content of this'Opinion' first."

"Well, I'm listening," Wenna looked at Stour, "How exactly?"

"The Ogure tribal country has a completely different order from other countries. Every country in the mainland knows that we are governed by five kings," Stour said in a low voice. "So Stella suggested that we send five representatives to the five'royal families'. At the Silver Outpost, I told Emperor Cecil that the political structure of the Ogure tribal state is so loose-if it succeeds, then we will have five votes in the future."

Although she had already guessed what this "constructive opinion" was in her mind, what Stuer said still exceeded Wenna's imagination. She couldn't help but glance at Stella with admiration, and then looked strangely. To others: "...so what about your opinion?"

"We have finished voting, just wait for your opinion," Wycliffe said, "I actually think this proposal is very attractive, but my reason does not allow me to do things according to my liking, so I voted against it. "

"I'm also against it," Stuer shook his head. "This is nonsense, and it even harms the face and prestige of the tribal nation."

Camilla waved his hand: "I didn't think so much, I just thought it was too stupid, so I opposed it."

"That's not it," Wenna opened her hand, "I object to it too-the reason is that the three of you add up."

Then she looked in Stella's direction: "Well, everyone except you objected, we can move on to the next topic."

Stella suddenly returned to her chair in frustration, seeming to have murmured a few words by the way, but the people at the scene had already taken it off. They believed that the optimistic goblin leader would cheer up again before the next topic started. .

"Let’s discuss the “Magic Net Hub” for the last time," Wycliffe glanced at the meeting schedule in his hand, and his gaze fell on Stewar, Camilla and Stella. "First of all, I’m very I am glad that we finally reached a consensus last month and passed the plan to set up a magic net hub on the peak of the ancestors. Now we have successfully set up a temporary verification device, but as of last week, this device has been... some problems."

"The problem is big," Stella really cheered up. She stood up and made a quick and clear voice. "The magic obelisks used for testing are working normally at the foot of the mountain, but they only need to be transported to the top of the mountain. , The interference immediately increased-although the magic transmission is not a problem, the signal is full of clutter. Our scholars have been studying for several days, and the current conclusion is that the interference comes from the outside world, and the structure or malfunction of the obelisk itself Nothing..."

"The superstitious mountain people think that the sleeping souls in the peak of the ancestors are making noise in the crystal of the obelisk, because the obelisk disturbs their sleep," Stewar said in a deep voice, "so now apart from technical means In addition to solving the problem, we are still devoting our energy to appease the uneasiness of the mountain people."

"Actually, I thought of a good idea before," Stella waved her arm. "Let's just say that the magic obelisk can communicate with the spirits of the ancestors. After it is built, it can be used to chat with the ancestors. Maybe the mountain people supported it instead... but you still all opposed it."

Wenna Baizhi couldn't help sighing, while Wycliffe muttered, covering her forehead: "Every time Stella's opinion is really **** attractive... It's a challenge to vote against it... …"

"I feel the same way." Wenna glanced at Wycliffe, then returned her gaze to Stella, "Anyway, let's find a way to solve those disturbances. In order to start the project on Ancestral Peak, we A lot of costs have been invested in advance, and this matter will definitely be pushed forward. Theoretically, Ancestral Peak has the best innate conditions in China: high enough altitude, clean atmosphere, and stable magical environment. No matter how you look at it, it shouldn’t be. This kind of interference appears...this phenomenon is worthy of further study."

"Of course, of course, we will do it," Stella said quickly. "We will study and study well-but we may not be able to study anything. I will arrange for scholars to collect the mountainside and other several items within this week. If we don’t have a clue about the interference data on the top of the mountain, we might have to ask Cecil’s technical experts for help.”

This time, Ms. Fairy’s opinion finally received everyone’s support...

...

The meeting was over, and the tribal leaders began to leave.

A huge golem walked into the hall with heavy steps. It supported the small bench on the round table with its dexterous arms. Stella lightly sat next to the golem’s neck after a few jumps. Several people waved their hands, and soon commanded the golem to leave the hall. Camilla looked at the heavy figure of the golem and couldn't help shaking her head: "We should really forbid her to bring the golem to the chamber... The ground here must be repaired every year."

After saying this, the orc leader said goodbye to Wenna, shook his head and left, and then left, the leader of the spirit race, Stuer-after most of the entourage also evacuated, the huge conference hall Only Wenna Baizhi and Wycliffe, the leader of humanity, remained in the game.

Wenna moved a little stiff shoulders and neck due to prolonged sitting, turned around and supported the small ladder next to the high chair, and down the ladder to the ground, she raised her head to look at the tall Wycliffe, curiously Asked: "Aren't you leaving?"

With a slight smile, the silver-haired Wycliffe walked to the nearby balcony without hurries, looking at the direction of the city and the mountains: "It's rare to have such a moment of leisure. I have to keep myself away from the file for as long as possible. Little bit."

Wenna curled her lips and stepped to the balcony. She followed Wycliffe’s sight and looked into the distance. She saw the ancient city of Helm bathing in the evening light, and the ancestral peak in the distance reflected the orange red Light, this scene is not unfamiliar to her—During her years as the leader of the Grey Elves, she often came to the conference hall of Helm, and she had seen similar scenery many times.

"It's really a magnificent city," she couldn't help but whispered, "a new era is here... I don't know if the scenery here will also change, just like Fengge City or Baiyu Port."

"There is nothing set in stone," Wycliffe said with a smile. "The Helm is regarded by many as a symbol of ancient and tradition, but if you look back in history, isn't it also a product of change?"

Wenna Baizhi blinked and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "That's what I said."

As one of the rulers of this land, she certainly knows the origin of Helm:

This great city is located at the foot of the ancestor’s peak and is governed by the Council of Five Kings. In terms of style, it has characteristics that are unique across the entire continent: the buildings have the rigid straight lines of the ancient Gondor style. A magnificent appearance, and at the same time the heavy and practical style of the distant western dwarf kingdom. Although this land should be historically home to the four races of gray elves, orcs, spirits, and fairies, the city is a blend of The style of the ancient Gondor Empire and the Dwarven Kingdom, this unique point is naturally related to the history of Helm——

Helm City was built more than 700 years ago. At that time, the ancient Gondor Empire collapsed and the survivors scattered and fled. Among them, the pioneers who moved to the west of the mainland crossed the rift valley and mountains on the border of the ancient empire and entered the ancient times. Thunder ancient and mysterious land. At that time, the major races on this land had not yet formed the future "tribal nation", but existed loosely in the form of tribal alliances. The humans who suddenly migrated from the human empire here are a time for the aborigines on this land. After a very shocking event, after some contact and mediation, the aborigines here finally decided to accept these refugees from the Gondor Empire, and the latter also chose to repay this kindness in their own way.

In addition to some knowledge and treasures from the Gondor Empire (the part that is still available after the Demon Tide), the greatest reward for the western pioneers to the aborigines is this "Holy Helm City".

They used all the wealth they had brought on their journey into exile, used the knowledge of architecture and planning from the Gondor Empire that was far more advanced than the local area, and used an ancient contract from the Gondor period to invite dwarf artisans from the western part of the mainland. It took ten years. This city was built at the foot of the ancestor's peak, and then he occupied only one-fifth of the city, and gave four-fifths of the city to the other four races.

At the same time, the new knowledge and new ideas brought by the Gondor people are also an important reason for the various tribes on the Ogure land to change their traditional pattern and establish a more closely connected "tribal state."

That's why Wycliffe said: Helm itself is the product of a change.

Wenna Baizhi sighed suddenly, and couldn't help feeling a little in her heart:

More than 700 years ago, when there were no human activities on this land, the Ancestral Peak already existed as the "sacred land" of the four ethnic groups. This land has its own traditions and customs for thousands of years. It wasn't until the Gondor Empire was destroyed by a demonic wave, and the remnants of the empire came here across the vast wasteland, that young and creative humans brought earth-shaking changes here.

Regardless of what the ancestors who faced the changes at that time thought about this, as descendants, only from a historical perspective, Wenna must admit that it is these changes that have shaped this much stronger and more united one than before. country.

But today, new changes once again knocked on the door of the Ogure Mountains-this time the changes are still brought by humans.

Human creativity...really incredible.