The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 632 The First Alliance at Rainbow Bridge
Hill pointed his sword eastward, "Dawn is just ahead. As long as we walk hand in hand, no darkness can devour our faith!"

At this moment, the trajectories of the stars on the holographic projection screen change rapidly, and a brand new path of destiny is expanding, leading to the unknown, yet filled with infinite hope.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the path finally transformed into a dazzling golden light, shooting from the core of the stardial to the edge of the universe, guiding the entire race into a more glorious and splendid new era!

This place was once a magnificent political and religious center, but now only ruins remain, with collapsed and tilted stone pillars and scattered rubble covered with moss and the marks of time.

The morning breeze carried the damp earth and the lingering smell of blood.

Cynthia, draped in a silver-blue robe, stood on the massive, broken altar stone platform in the center of the former royal court.

The pale golden sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, making her gentle yet firm gaze shine even brighter.

She slightly raised her chin, gazing at the crowd gathered around her. The robes of the representatives from various ethnic groups fluttered, displaying an atmosphere of diverse civilizations blending together like colorful wings.

"The Starry Sky Council is officially established." Her voice was clear and carried an undeniable authority, yet it was also warm. "We must join hands to build a new order and revitalize this continent."

Lena stood beside Cynthia, her face beautiful, her amber eyes sparkling with wisdom and determination.

She lightly brushed her fingers along the marble edge of the altar, which was covered with runes. Although the ancient inscriptions had weathered away, they still exuded a faint, mysterious aura.

“This is a new beginning,” Lena added in a low voice. “It’s not just a transfer of power, but also an intertwining of beliefs. Only when arcane magic and willpower go hand in hand can we dispel the remaining darkness.”

The representatives nodded in agreement, and a dwarf chieftain gripped his rugged, carved axe firmly.
The orc chieftain's brows revealed a fierce and resolute expression; the elven council representative elegantly gathered his shawl, a hint of barely concealed anticipation appearing on his lips.

These subtle expressions intertwined, giving the entire gathering a solemn yet hopeful atmosphere.

Although the council hall was still in ruins, Cynthia had arranged for the sages to use arcane arrays to improve some of the structural stability, making the place capable of supporting this historic first gathering.

On the imposing plaque atop the towering cliff beside it, one can see the marks left by the flames that once scorched the sacred emblem. Now, these marks have become like medals, etched into history.

“The first proposal,” Cynthia said, suppressing her inner turmoil as she turned her gaze to the holographic projection screen, “is to request the demolition of the Church’s Judgment Tower and the conversion of its ruins into an Arcane Nexus base station.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Some delegates frowned slightly, while others pondered deeply. This was a break with past authority and a bold move to completely change the symbolic use of the old order.

Hill stood in the corner, clad in black iron sorcerer armor. Even standing still, one could feel the taut, bow-like power emanating from his body.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, the blood-stained blade reflecting a cold, eerie blue light.

He turned and scanned the crystal-eroded areas on the map of the far northern wilderness. In the midst of war and smoke, he had led the shaman cavalry deep behind enemy lines many times to eliminate pollution sources.

"The far northern crystal corrosion pollution zone is nearing its end."

His deep voice echoed in everyone's ears, "I will personally lead the team to carry out the final purge operation to completely eradicate the root causes of corruption in this dead land and lay the foundation for the restoration of ecological security on the mainland."

Once again, everyone witnessed the unwavering determination shining in Hill's eyes, which contained not only the iron will of a warrior, but also an unshakable belief in protecting his homeland.

He stepped forward, his black armor casting a long shadow in the morning light, like a sharp blade slicing through a deep, stagnant current, a vow for the uncertain road ahead.

A tense and solemn atmosphere filled the air as people carefully adjusted their posture and exchanged brief glances.

Some people were taking notes quickly in their notebooks, while others were making brushstrokes in front of the holographic screen.

This is not only a political weighing, but also a major discussion on cultural concepts and future development directions. Every decision will have a profound impact on the fate of the Silver Moon and even the entire Star Ring system.

As the sun rose higher, the shadow cast by the abandoned Judgment Tower, standing far off on the horizon, slowly lengthened, creating a stark contrast with the rising sun.

A gust of autumn wind stirred up the dust around the dilapidated tower, and the dust seemed like countless departed souls, swirling and flying in the air.

If you listen closely, you can still faintly hear the echoes of past judgments, roars, and painful sobs, which send a chill down the spine of every listener, but also inspire a stronger determination to reform. Everything in the past will surely be revitalized in the new era and will no longer be bound by fear and oppression!

Meanwhile, on the border of the far northern wilderness, a large army of several hundred shaman riders was lined up in neat rows.

They were clad in heavy armor, their faces sculpted by frost into an iron-faced indifference, yet their eyes held a burning fighting spirit.

Bathed in the light of gleaming blades, homemade crossbows, and runic shields, this unit resembled ghostly hunters on the icy plains, silent yet brimming with killing intent.

Hill sat astride the back of the highest-ranking snow wolf, his hands firmly gripping the reins, his jaw clenched, his mind completely focused.

"An unusual energy fluctuation has been detected twenty miles ahead," the attendant mage reported, kneeling on both knees. "An unknown residual force is spreading in the core area of ​​the crystal erosion. Please give instructions, Commander."

Hill did not answer immediately, but looked around and saw that the snowstorm was swirling up snow and enveloping the witch riders in a cloud of flowing white mist.

He pulled back his heavy cloak to reveal a hard breastplate with needle-like patterns, on which several cracks of varying depths were faintly visible. These were indelible marks left by his long battles and a symbol of his steely will.

"We must eradicate the lesions, no matter the cost, we cannot allow corruption to spread again!" His voice was like a mountain roar, and even the biting north wind could not extinguish the raging flames within it!
The war drums resounded through the valleys, and elite soldiers from all ethnic groups were eager to fight. They were fully equipped and in high spirits. The soldiers communicated tacitly with each other, silently conveying their oath to share life and death. This was a struggle of mortals, an indomitable call for freedom in the future!

Time slowly passed, and every minute seemed exceptionally long and precious.

On this land, ravaged yet still full of hope, there is still so much unknown waiting to be explored, and so many wounds waiting to be healed.

David, Liliana, Hill, and their many companions became important beacons guiding this wild afterglow into eternal starlight.

They used their resolute actions to change the course of the world, sacrificed themselves to ensure peace for future generations, and built a new bridge to dawn with their mortal bodies!

Lena, dressed in a plain white robe, stood in front of the huge control panel at the foot of the power supply tower.

Her slender fingers glide lightly across the rune interface, each touch stirring up flowing waves of light that spread out like ripples on water.

Her gaze was focused, yet she would occasionally look up at the still-dimmed but gradually brightening new star on the horizon. "This is the David equation," Lena said, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"It is not only a breakthrough in understanding the laws governing the combination of chaos and arcane power, but also the cornerstone of the future development of magical technology."

She turned and looked around at the technicians, mages, and observers from various races. They all looked solemn and excited, their anticipation burning like the longing for the warm spring sun in the dead of winter.

Several goblin engineers stood to the side, their faces covered in grease and beads of sweat, but their eyes gleamed with rationality.

The team leader, a short but energetic man with heavy goggles perched on his nose, gripped his toolbox tightly and inspected the row of mechanical devices that had just been debugged.

He smiled slightly: "This power tower uses the David equation to convert chaotic energy into a pure arcane source. We can finally stably drive the huge mechanical structure in the ancient ruins without worrying about the energy going out of control."

Nearby, not far away, several elven druids, clad in emerald green moss-covered robes, stood quietly at the edge of the snowfield. Led by the eldest female druid, whose eyes were as deep as the heart of an ancient forest, she whispered incantations of nature's blessing.

As the chanting began, the frost-covered shrubs slowly sprouted new buds, and a touch of warmth seemed to penetrate the thick snow and spread, injecting life into the harsh environment.

“The druids provide the power of the Mother Earth to the power tower,” Lena explained. “Only by integrating with the natural rhythms of life can this device operate stably and without harming the environment.”

The sky gradually turned a light blue hue, and the newborn dawn reflected on the white snow, refracting countless colorful spots of light, dazzling like jewels.

Cynthia rode on the back of a massive beast king, clad in a silver-blue battle robe that echoed the morning breeze.

A strand of black hair was lifted by the wind, shimmering silver in the sunlight. She gazed at the distant valley where the roars of wild beasts could be faintly heard. Her muscles were tense, and every breath revealed the instinctive alertness of a warrior.

"What we are building is not just the inheritance of technology, but a war to protect civilization." Cynthia's voice was calm and authoritative.

"Today, I use the bloodline of the Beast King to seal the disturbed power of this place. No matter how many raging magical beasts try to run rampant, they will all be bound to my will."

As the words fell, a low roar echoed from the depths of the valley, but it was quickly suppressed by a dark green rune barrier. The invisible barrier acted like a natural barrier, keeping the raging demonic energy out.

Everyone present felt a sense of security, and Cynthia's tiredness eased slightly with the victory.

The shamans were tasked with protecting the area, and they set up outposts and patrol points around the frozen ground.

They are highly trained and fearless in the face of extreme cold, ready to fulfill their duty.

A young shaman knight paused to watch the wisps of smoke rising from outside the camp. His fingers trembled slightly, but his lips remained firm.

He knew that this was not just a battle, but a new journey, like intense starlight piercing through the long night, illuminating their path forward.

Inside the conference hall, a huge round table was placed in the center, with representatives from various ethnic groups sitting around it.

The tabletop is carved with an intricate, interwoven net pattern to reflect the unbreakable bonds between different ethnic groups.

Lena listed and explained the latest research findings one by one, from the principle of the chaotic element capture device to the arcane flow amplification mechanism, every detail of which had undergone countless simulations and experiments.

“The Davy equation has given us the key to element transformation,” she said firmly, with a hint of excitement.

"As long as there is a sufficiently pure source, we can provide the entire Star Ring system with a continuous, stable, and controllable energy source, fundamentally changing the existing ecological and industrial landscape."

The delegates either nodded in approval or frowned in thought; some were worried about the technological risks, while others were full of anticipation and confidence for the future.

A dwarf chieftain slammed his rough hand on the table, the sound echoing throughout the hall: "This is our future!"

As long as the technology is mature, no matter how many difficulties we face, we will rise to the challenge!

Cynthia walked to the center of the hall, her sharp eyes, ignited by the awakening of her bloodline, sweeping over everyone.

"If the frequent outbreaks of wild animal riots in the far northern wilderness cannot be effectively suppressed, it will directly threaten the safety of infrastructure and even the lives of the people."

I have dispatched elite teams to guard key areas and sealed crucial points with the power of my bloodline, solely to ensure the smooth progress of the project.

Before he finished speaking, an orc councilor approached. He was burly, covered in rough scales, and his fists were clenched.

"If it weren't for your timely suppression, this frozen land would have long been a ruin! Thank you for your courage and responsibility!"

A solemn yet stirring atmosphere filled the air as different races united by a shared belief to form an ironclad covenant.

They shoulder not only technological innovation, but also the spark of hope on this land that has endured so much suffering, and a new chapter that stands tall and proud in the mortal era!
As the dawn's sunlight grew ever brighter, it slanted through the windows into the parliament hall, casting golden patterns on the mottled walls, as if the turbulent history of the past had been woven into a magnificent and intricate tapestry.

At this moment, people seem to see a road to prosperity slowly unfolding, and everyone who unites their will is a builder on this road, the most dazzling ray of starlight in the dawn of a new world!
The towering branches cast dappled shadows through the window, like an eternal guardian of heaven and earth, sheltering the whole world with its dense canopy of leaves.

The gentle breeze blowing from the treetops carries the scents of flowers, herbs, and woods, mingling with the aroma of spices burning in the fireplace, filling everyone with a warm and comforting feeling.

This feeling cannot be expressed in fancy words, but it is deeply ingrained and is a precious gift that comes from the joint efforts of generations!

As the meeting proceeded smoothly, the list of new construction projects was finalized one by one.

From energy pipeline networks to upgrades to defensive formations, and even plans to expand military factories...

Behind every proposal lies the silent dedication and hard work of countless intellectuals, technicians, and ordinary people.

They forge hope with perseverance, and shape the future with science and faith.

Although the world has not fully recovered its former glory, its steps are firm and steady, and nothing can stop them from marching toward a greater era!

David, clad in the red-gold armor that had been worn and stained with the marks of time, was now relieved of the burdens of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)