Chapter 1423： Celebration of Victory Day (1/2)

Indeed, when I heard that there was a superluminal communication array on the starship Antavien and it was barely usable now, the first thing that came to Gawain’s mind was the “star” that constantly echoed in the universe. "Inter-communication"—According to scholars, a certain star from the direction of the Frostsky constellation, an alien signal that constantly broadcasts its position and basic mathematical language, faintly reveals the intention of seeking communication.

Due to technical limitations, at this stage, the various races of the Loren Continent can barely receive this signal, but cannot respond to it. Although the dragon of Talrond has had this technology, it has already followed the technology. It collapsed and was buried in a piece of scorched earth, and now the news from Tyre gave Gawain a new possibility.

If the superluminal communication array on the Antavien can be used, then maybe...no, it can definitely be used to establish communication with that mysterious alien signal!

However, it is one thing to be able to establish communication, and the consequences of doing so are another. An alien civilization that is more advanced than the world of Loren is not necessarily a friendly civilization, even if they announce their coordinates in the signal. , Demonstrating unsuspecting communication attitude will not change-who knows if this is a trap waiting for weak civilizations to take the initiative to expose their existence?

The Kraken obviously understands this, so they did not act rashly after repairing the superluminal communication array (although it could only be used for a while)...should they not act rashly?

Gawain glanced at Tyre, who was seriously winding his tail around and letting go again and again, having a great time, and asked seriously: "Say you didn't try to call the direction of Frostsky. That alien civilization on the world, right?"

"Of course not," Tyr waved his hand immediately. "There was news from Antavien that the main antenna was burnt on the spot, and there was no time to do anything else-besides, we are not stupid, but the opposite An alien who doesn’t even know the details, what if something happens if something goes wrong if we rashly contact us, our Kraken has always been a sane and stable race..."

As soon as Gao Wen heard this, he subconsciously uttered: "Don't blame these compliments..."

Immediately afterwards, he changed his conversation and continued the topic before Tyre could react: "Antawin's ultralight communication array...Although I know that this request is a bit presumptuous, the alliance may..."

"Hey, I know, they are all friends." To Gawain's surprise, Tyre waved his hand indifferently before he was finished. When the super-light communication array restarted, she thought that the alliance might need help in this regard. She asked me to tell you that if you think it is necessary and there are steady discussions within the alliance, then she can consider adding super-light communication The array is lent to you. Of course, the premise is that the Deep Sea Witch and Deepwater Technicians have solved the problem of the main antenna being burned out. The current state of the equipment is too unstable and it is almost impossible to use it normally..."

This time, Gawain's expression finally changed a little. He looked at Tyre in amazement, his eyes finally gradually becoming solemn: "On my behalf, I would like to express my gratitude and tribute to Queen Petya. You are indeed a generous and friendly race. "

Tyre glanced at such a solemn Gawain, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Are we friends."

Friend... Gawain didn’t feel anything when he first heard Tyre say the word. After all, in the communication between countries, the weight of the word "friend" often has flexible standards, but when the other party repeats the word again , He finally gradually tasted the deep meaning of this-the "friend" of the Sea-Monster, which is probably not a simple concept.

This advanced ethnic group that dominates the deep sea always gives people the impression of being too happy and detached. Their peaceful and friendly overall image always makes it difficult to communicate with them in a serious manner, so that many people will ignore one fact: In the past tens of thousands of years, the kingdoms of Loren Continent have lived and died. The sea monsters have just quietly watched and recorded all of this. Even going back to the last season of civilization, they have also maintained their opposition to the land race Indifferent attitude.

They can be kind to you, they can play with you, they can play with you for a lifetime—because your whole life is as short as a bubble in the sea to them, but for tens of thousands of years, the "sea monster" is this The ethnic group has never made "friends" with any land races. As Tyre said, she has been the only "ambassador" sent by the deep sea to land for tens of thousands of years.

The Krakens made a friend-this relationship might even last as long as the dragon's promise.

"Maybe it will take a long time for the Alliance nations to realize this..." Gawain murmured softly, and then he noticed the curious eyes of Tyre and Amber next to him, smiled and shook his head, "We should discuss and discuss about ' "Xinghai Signal's matter, but that is a future thing, at this stage... it's time to return to China."

The warriors on the expedition to the wasteland have already triumphed. The news of victory spread to all countries half a month ago. Now, the commander of the empire has also completed his "journey" at the Talash Conference, and will carry his glory. Return to his eternal loyal capital-Cecil City.

To the north of the Dark Mountains, on the banks of the White Water, Cecil City is lit up with lights. Although this is not a festival, the entire city is completely immersed in an atmosphere that is more grand and cheerful than any festival.

The wide streets were cleaned up, and colorful flags were hoisted, extending from Pioneer Avenue to the North Bank New Town. The mechanical bridges across the Baishui River were decorated with ribbons for the Festival Day. The celebrating crowds have already taken to the streets. At the same time, a neat formation of dragoons flew over the city. They threw the "Victory Day flyers" related to the Talash Conference, dragging out a magnificent stream of magic light in the air, attracting children on the street. They yelled, even adults couldn't help but stop and marvel.

A figure in a light green long skirt walks lightly among the people beside the road. She has a happy smile on her face. Her body, which was once thin due to malnutrition, is now slim. She is holding the street vendor just now. The snacks bought there, the nerve thorns on the back of the neck clinging to the skin glowed with a bright silver metallic luster in the sun. On this street not far from home, people who knew each other constantly greeted young girls. Respond one by one—even if her mouth is full of snacks, she does not delay her opening:

"Aunt Samir, good morning!" "Sam, good morning-Happy Victory Day!" "Sirona! Your new dress is so beautiful-I have this one? I bought it at the intersection over there. Hurry up and go later. It’s gone!"

A sturdy woman saw the girl in the green skirt crawling around in the crowd and couldn't help but remind: "Pea! Run slowly! Don't fall!"

"I am agile!" Pea looked back at the neighbor with a chuckle, she was stuffed with snacks, but her voice popped out of the talker like popping beans, "I rushed to see the victory What about the Japanese convoy—the last expeditionary force was also withdrawn last week! Your son seems to be in there too. But then it seems that my dad will be back in a while. I don’t know where he is now. I can’t make it to Victory Day, and I don’t know if he forgot to bring me souvenirs..."