The giant Chariot, about 60 meters long, roared forward on the track, and the air flow it brought blew away the snow on both sides of the track, leaving behind scattered snow particles.
Sitting at the flip-top exit behind Chariot, Sylutia put her hands on her ears to prevent the flying hair from hitting her face, and held her other hand on the guardrail beside her. The cold chill spread along the steel railing, making her fingers turn slightly white.
Among the many Sixth Order war machines, this Furnace Chariot" is not that big. It is a simplified and improved version of the classic War Furnace", which means that the original heavy armor and heavy weapons have been removed, and replaced with a lighter structure, giving it higher mobility.
Galloping on the track, they were heading rapidly towards their destination Golani".
The wind and snow were left behind, and the speeding Chariot scattered and smashed the falling snowflakes. The light in front of it shone in the vast snowy scene. It followed Chariot to move quickly and gradually approached the small punctuation point on the map.
An hour later, the harsh brake sound of Chariot sounded on the track, and tiny sparks flashed along the way. Chariot finally slowed down and stopped steadily in the ore town in the wind and snow.
There are still many miners and residents who have not evacuated here. The white city walls protect the hundreds of households inside in the wind and snow, and the lights still shine in the wind and snow.
Chariot jumped off, and Sylutia took a few steps. Other members on Chariot walked out one after another to follow her, and Novaton also came to her side.
"Let's go, let's ask about the local situation." Novaton came forward with Mage, a group of projects beside him.
Soon, they met the mayor and residents here. After learning the purpose of Sylutia and his party, they quickly agreed.
"There are a lot of Charcoal Brick stored here. I will immediately notify everyone to come and help!" The mayor is an old man with a thick black beard. He shakes the big clock in the middle of the town, causing many residents to rush over from the wind and snow.
Seeing that everyone had initially arrived, he walked to the temporary wooden platform in the square.
"Hey, guys! We have a big task for us today." His voice was rich and resonant.
"Currently Ninth Train is heading to Kandra in the north. They have an important mission, which is to replenish Blazing Sun Essence Crystal"Fire Seed for North Wind Defense Line. However, their train energy is insufficient now and they need to be replenished by our Charcoal Brick."
"Guys, this is a top priority for the entire the Alliance. Let's get started and quickly prepare supplies for them so that they can move forward smoothly." In a few simple words, the mayor explained the general process of the matter clearly and led everyone to take action together.
As if infected by the passion in his voice, many people below responded loudly, and soon they rushed to the place where Charcoal Brick was stored, drove the town's carriage, found tools, and helped carry it together.
Originally, Sylutia and Novaton also conceived many means and methods on how to solve the problem if the local residents did not cooperate, but they did not expect that this would be the result.
Needless to say, after the locals learned of the situation, they took the initiative to notify the situation, and almost everyone in the town came to help. Such a heated scene made both of them a little surprised and surprised.
"They are all very good people." When Novaton said this, his mind was filled with emotions and an indescribable feeling lingered.
"Yes." Sylutia nodded slightly at the side, feeling a little surprised as well.
After experiencing all the inconveniences in the past, I didn't expect to see such a warm and honest group of people in this small town. They didn't ask for anything. Even on such a cold snowy night, they still worked hard to help them load Charcoal Brick into the cargo compartment behind Chariot.
Hundreds of tons of Charcoal Brick were emptied little by little and put all in the cargo compartment behind Chariot. There was no bargaining, no questioning or hesitation. In the end, even Sylutia couldn't help but ask.
"Do you have any other heating fuel? What will happen in the future if the cold wind continues?"
"We still have some scattered cow dung here, which we exchanged with nearby herdsmen tribes. It should last for a while."
"As long as the city wall that the Alliance built for us is still there, the storm will not affect the town. But if something happens to North Wind Defense Line, the entire north of the Alliance will be affected. Our difficulty is nothing." A local uncle said, patting his chest.
"Don't worry, we are all strong Luoke people, this cold wind is nothing." The Luoke people are a nationality living in the north of the Alliance. Compared with ordinary people, they are more resistant to cold.
"Even if it is more cold-resistant----" Sylutia looked at the residents here and shook his head slightly.
Even if they are more resistant to the cold, mortals are still mortals, and they are still small and helpless under the calamity of the mighty God.
She knew that it would be superfluous to say anything at this time, because the mission she was carrying at this moment could not tolerate any mistakes. If North Wind Defense Line were to fall, the consequences would be disastrous.
Taking a deep breath, Sylutia nodded, indicating that he understood. "Do you have any other difficulties? I mean, if it is within our capabilities, we can try our best to help you solve it."
Although it cannot solve the current predicament, it can still provide some compensation to the local people as much as possible from other aspects.
"Difficulty? This----" the locals were deep in thought.
"I can't think of anything at the moment, but there is something we are really worried about." An uncle said.
"Communications in various towns and cities in the north rely on high towers distributed the Alliance. The facilities inside can transmit information sent by communication Magic Orb to distant places."
"But because our town is located in a remote location, we can only rely on the nearest node. The tower there stopped responding a few days ago, causing our current communication with the outside world to be almost interrupted."
"It would be of great help if that tower could be repaired."
"Okay, I understand." Sylutia nodded, then went to the other side and told Novaton the situation.
After listening, he quickly understood the situation.
"That uncle is right. This town is located in the middle of a large grassland. There are no other cities or towns around it. There is only a monitoring tower in the north. If it is normal, there should be a third-level Mage stationed there, responsible for maintaining the tower and monitoring the erosion of the local Magic Creature and World of Shadows."
"But now the situation has changed drastically. Mage in that high tower may have been evacuated, causing the communication facilities inside to malfunction."
"It is not difficult to repair the facilities inside. Now there are spare equipment stored on Chariot. After the repair is completed, another Fire Seed will be put in. Even if there is no Mage stationed there, it can last for several months to ensure smooth communication."
"It's just that there is no track to get there, and most of us Mage don't fly very fast. Once we get there, we won't be able to catch up with the train back." Having said this, he looked at the girl.
"No problem, leave it to me." Apart from her, there is no other person who can complete it. When Novaton told the situation, she understood.
"In this case, I asked them to move the spare equipment down quickly. Don't worry, it's not big and should be able to fit into your Storage Key." Novaton immediately called his companions to take action.
Ten minutes later, Sylutia packed up the equipment and Fire Seed, and then got the map given by the locals. Novaton continued to explain and handed a Memory Gem to Sylutia.
"The working principles and installation and repair methods of the equipment are stored here. If you still don't understand something there, you can take a look."
"I have planned the route for you. After installing the equipment, fly in a direction of 30° east-north and pass through about 240 kilometers of wilderness. You will be able to see the track through the wilderness."
"However, time is limited, and 240 kilometers is also an extremely long distance. If you fail to catch the train, you will have to continue north and reach Kandra on foot." Novaton reminded.
"Wish you good luck, Hedra."
After accepting Novaton's blessing, Sylutia turned around and nodded to the local mayor and everyone. Then Weaving's silver light wings stretched out from his back, and he jumped up. Then his wings vibrated, his speed suddenly increased, and he disappeared into the vast wind and snow.
"What a brave little girl." The mayor and local people looked at the direction Sylutia left and prayed for her.
"I hope she can catch the speeding train and break through the night like the morning star."
"Pelobei's Morning Star." Everyone bowed their heads and prayed.
Legend has it that in the distant Eighth Era, a golden morning star streaked across the night sky. Its brilliant light illuminated half of the continent and was remembered by the world. Then poems with the theme of that morning star were created in various places. Among them, a poet named Pelobei" sang the most beautiful and moving story. Later, scholars also called the morning star Pelobei's Morning Star".
For people who live in the cold zone all year round, life is full of cold and dark snow. The darkness, silence, and coldness are not a violent storm, but a never-ending cold rain that soaks into every corner of life.
Therefore, people living in this area like flames very much, especially the lively pubs and the singing of Bard while intoxicated by alcohol. Only these can evoke some warmth in their lives so that tomorrow can continue.
The story "Pelobei's Morning Star" has been forgotten in the southern part of the mainland, and is only mentioned in ancient poetry books, but in the local area, this story is still circulated.
Under this repeated desolation and dark sky, perhaps only the morning stars twinkling across the night sky can give those walking on the earth a little hope and hope.
Among the snowflakes falling all over the sky, Sylutia flapped her wings and flew. The cold air flow continuously swept through her side, taking away the heat. Her small face gradually tightened and was covered with a light frost and snow.
The hair gaps on the forehead are gradually accumulated by snowflakes, and the outer layer of hair is frozen hard. The shawl of the clothes on the body gradually becomes cold and hard. The usually soft and clear ears will feel a knife-like pain. Even if Sylutia accelerates the blood circulation, it can only slightly Deceleration.
At her current flying speed, any heat on the body's surface will be quickly taken away by the cold wind, and maintaining the airflow cover to block the wind and snow will slow down the speed and consume additional power.
In order to make herself go as fast as possible, she had to give up blocking. Only when she couldn't stand it anymore, she would unfold the airflow hood for a while to block the cold wind and keep her body slightly warmer.
About half an hour later, she found the silent tower on the dark land submerged by the long wind and snow.
Circling close to the tower, she slowed down and finally landed slowly in front of the small window at the top of the tower.
He opened his fingers and the invisible force shattered the glass on the window. Sylutia jumped into it and looked around.
As guessed, Mage stationed here has already left. It seems that the other party evacuated on their own initiative. They closed the doors and windows before leaving, and everything inside is generally intact.
Arriving at the place where the communication equipment was placed above the tower, the gold-copper sphere that was originally activated had disappeared.
For the tower, the most valuable thing is the communication equipment here, which was probably taken away by the station guard Mage when he evacuated. Fortunately, Sylutia had anticipated these before he came.
She took off the Griffin Feather Key from her cuffs, opened it, took out a gold-copper sphere about seventy centimeters in diameter, and placed it again on the base that looked like an altar.
Then she loaded the Fire Seed: Azure Essence Crystal" given to her by Novaton under the base. After starting, the light blue light spread along the pattern of the base, and then let the gold-copper sphere above rise, and Levitation was in the air.
At this time, Sylutia began to control Magic Orb, slowly calibrating its position with the stars in the sky, and then synchronizing the time. Then a faint ripple spread from the tower to all directions.
After doing this, there will be no need for additional supervision for at least the next three months, and communication will be maintained without interruption. As for longer periods of time, someone will need to adjust and maintain it.
After confirming that the communication was normal, Sylutia contacted the crew members on the train and Novaton who was on the way back. After learning the approximate location and speed of the train, Sylutia set off again.
After repairing the damaged window and sealing it tightly, Sylutia rushed into the sky. The falling snowflakes in his field of vision disappeared. His body entered the clouds and then came out. This is a place higher than the clouds. The air is thinner and colder, and the airflow is more chaotic.
Without the interference of snowflakes, the world suddenly became empty and silent. Although the airflow in the sky was violent, it was silent. Only the cold moonlight hanging high still shined.
Xilu Tia adjusted her own abilities and applied Radiant Moon Breathing Technique, which she had not used for a long time, to her body. The faint moonlight reflected the light, and her tired and cold body gradually recovered.
She flew forward again, in this endless moonlight Cloud Sea.
For this vast sky, the small figure moving in it was almost invisible. Sylutia's figure kept crashing into huge cloud mountains one after another, and then shuttled out.
An hour later, a pale silver morning star passed through the stratus clouds in the night, flickered in the snow and slowly descended, moving in the same direction as the roaring train on the ground, like two shooting stars reflected in the sky and the ground, slowly approaching.
Finally, Sylutia landed on the top of the train, staggered a few steps forward, stabilized his body, and then the wings on his back disappeared like stars.
At this time, Cheris and others who had been waiting on the roof of the car rushed over, wrapped the girl in a blanket, and then carried her back to the warm interior of the car.
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Under the warm orange light, Cheris ran his fingers through the frosty hair on the girl's forehead, melted the ice crystals on it, and wiped it gently.
"Welcome home, our brave little princess.