Sword of Dawn

Not long ago, He was as huge as a city, covering the sky and floating above Tarrond, but now... He was greatly weakened again!

Baloger also noticed this scene, and he began to think of a way to restore the attitude of the spaceship, and tried his best to adjust the balance of the remaining engines—the automatic system had been completely destroyed, and he could only manually fight against the damage and damage caused by the Dragon of Chaos. Shaking, and his efforts finally paid off: Although the spaceship was crumbling and all the systems were frantically alarming, the ship was still climbing towards the starry sky bit by bit!

Starlight began to shine on the hull of the ship, and the gravitational force from the earth was fading. Heragor felt that his body was getting lighter, and in the projection curtain in front of him, the disordered figure climbing on the hull of the spaceship The dragon got smaller, and now he was almost a third the size of the whole ship.

Heragore is not surprised by any of this:

Although there are only three giant dragons on this ship, as long as there are three of them standing on this ship, as long as they are marching towards the starry sky, this "adulthood" ceremony is going on.

For gods born in "symbolism," the symbolic process is as absolute to them as the truth of the universe.

Therefore, the last step of disobedience must be done by mortals themselves - Omega cannot do it for them, aliens cannot do it for them, and no one else can do it for them.

Another explosion came from the tail of the spaceship, and the piercing siren became more and more sharp and irritating. Amid the continuous shaking and concussion, Heragor ordered without hesitation: "Throw away all return structures and escape. Pod, focus all energy on the main engine - I just want it to last for another 3 minutes."

"I'm here! It can last for 10 minutes!" Baloger shouted loudly, carrying out Heragor's order decisively, "Keep your eyes open - it took us more than 100 million years to wait. This is the moment!"

A strong thrust acted on the spacecraft again, and the already exhausted "Talrond" suddenly glowed with the last sliver of life. It began to climb, and climbed again—a bright wake stretched behind it, The thick and white atmosphere turned into a distant figure behind it, it threw debris, dragged flames and thick smoke, and fell into the starry sky like a falling dancer, the twisted "gods" were still clinging to its shell , frantically gnawing at the protection of the core cabin, his size shrunk a little, and then a little... until he was thrown into the vast space.

Mortals left their cradles, and gods were left on the last frontier at the edge of the planet.

Heragor felt his body float up, and the last shackles from the earth quietly dissipated, and the distant starlight was shining on the shell of the Tarrond, and the starlight was transmitted to the control hall through the monitor, which was magnificent.

In the background of the deep starry sky, some huge structures that were originally hidden by ancient technology are gradually losing their camouflage as the "Talrond" approaches, revealing their true colors.

He looked at Baloger: "Mechanic, open the dome and filter, let's enter the visual observation."

"Yes, Captain."

On the tattered shell of the core cabin, a protective panel was quietly opened, and the blackout curtain was slowly opened. Heragor controlled the flow of magic power, allowing himself to slowly float to the window made of high-strength polymer, looking at the The vastness of space outside.

In the vast space, the ancient satellite system operates silently, and the long-abandoned space station is still quietly floating in orbit.

They seem to have been waiting here for countless years, waiting for the dragons who were left on the planet to come here.

"We're catching up..." Heragor couldn't help but whispered.

"It's just catching up temporarily," Andal's voice came from behind Heragor, "The compatriots who stayed on the surface of the planet...can't build a second Tarrond."

"But it will always be created...even if you start from scratch."

Heragor said in a low voice, and then looked away from the abandoned satellites and the space station in the distance, but before returning to his seat, he suddenly felt a move in his heart.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the other side of the curved polymer dome. In the next second, he saw things floating in space, and his breathing and heartbeat stopped instantly.

It was a group of hideous and distorted wreckage, a chaotic dragon that had been shrunk many times—various features of the gods of the past still remained on his chaotic and chaotic body, but at this moment, they looked so... small.

There are still remnants of light swimming among the wreckage. As a god, he has not completely "dead", but at this moment, he is just floating there quietly, motionless.

Heragor's tensed face slowly relaxed again, and he silently watched the wreckage floating in the universe, watching the light in its depth gradually go out.

A vague voice that couldn't tell whether it was reality or illusion suddenly sounded from the depths of his consciousness: "From now on...you will have to go on your own."

"Yes, my lord."

"The outside world is dangerous, protect yourself."

"Yes, my lord."

"Don't forget to look back occasionally..."

"Yes, my lord."

"..."

"Yes, my lord."

Volume Four: The Sword of Dawn

Chapter 1034 New Beginning

The icy starlight traveled endless distances and arrived here from the depths of the universe. The clear light shone on the tattered shell of the Tallonde, as if coating this ancient spaceship with a layer of silver light.

At the tail of the huge spacecraft, a huge gap was opened in the severely damaged reactor compartment, and the damage control system had been activated to cut off the corresponding energy path. The water boiled and turned into steam, refracting the brilliance of the huge sun from the other side of the horizon, showing rainbow-like colors.

The faint brilliance in the engine flickered a few times, and finally went out completely - this spaceship built since 1807 million years ago used a technology that was completely different from the current era. It not only had an anti-gravity mechanism, but also relied on a working medium engine To provide extra thrust during the ascent phase, this is a skill learned from the sailors, and now, the products built by these technologies are "die" one by one.

"Our main engine is out, and the attitude control engine group still has a little power. I try to slow down the spacecraft and maintain it on a high orbit-although we will still float away in a short time, but before that, we can enjoy it The scenery here," Baloger said, and patted the control seat in front of him vigorously, "Oh, this thing is completely broken...I can't read the readings of the No. Not much better."

"You also said that the main engine can last for three to ten minutes under your hands," Heragor glanced at the chief mechanic, "it's not two and ten minutes yet."

"That's rhetorical, a bit of a pep talk," Baloger said nonchalantly. "It's hard enough to keep the engine going for the final climb in that situation—not to mention that the big guy is already in the sea." over a million years."

"We all know that it hasn't aged at all for more than 100 million years," Heragor said casually, and then he noticed that Andal on the side hadn't spoken, as if he was thinking about something seriously, and he couldn't help being curious. "Andal, what are you thinking?"

"Count my own heartbeat," Andal said in a low tone, "I haven't noticed my heartbeat for many years... The blood pump and circulation machine have been working together to maintain the operation of this body. I almost forgot that I There was also a primitive heart inside...and it still beats today."

"I thought your heart had been removed a long time ago." Heragor raised his eyebrows in surprise, "As a black dragon with a short lifespan, has your original heart not died yet?"

"I also feel incredible—very incredible," Andal said slowly after being silent for a moment, then he frowned suddenly, "Did you smell anything?"

"Did you just find out? It came from the gas storage tank," Baloger stood up from his seat and slowly floated in the weightless hall. "Our filtration system is down, and some Exhaust fumes have entered the life support pipes. Don't worry, the fumes won't kill us just yet—the dragon's life force is still strong."

"Ah, that's really 'good news'," Andal shook his head, "Then how long can we survive?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on how many leaks there are in the outer shell of the spaceship, and whether our reactor will explode early," Baloger shrugged, "The console is broken, and I have no way to grasp the situation of the spaceship— ——But from a more optimistic point of view, didn’t we just survive for a few more minutes? This is the first time that the dragons have stepped into the starry sky with their own power, and every second we stay here should be recorded in history. "

The hall was quiet for a while, and Heragor slowly floated to the dome made of polymer. He watched the scene outside the spaceship, and the vast starry sky attracted his gaze—he suddenly had some regrets, those The stars seem so far away, even though he has left the earth and come to a place so far away from his hometown, the distance between him and those stars seems to have not narrowed at all... The Tarrond is like a child's folded Like a paper boat, it is full of children's ambitious dreams and great voyage plans, but in fact it was just thrown into the small ditch at the door, and it was already full of water just after floating a few meters away, ready to sink at any time up.

But even so, this is the first step for mortals to take - like a baby trying to walk for the first time, maybe only waddling and moving, maybe the next second will fall, but anyway, he is here now , immersed in starlight.

It seems that there is no regret.

A ray of light suddenly appeared at the edge of his field of vision. Heragor raised his head in surprise. He looked at the corner of the dome and saw that the edge of the planet was slowly moving there—this spaceship had lost its power, and it was under the influence of inertia. It was slowly tumbling, and during this tumbling process, it ushered in a magnificent sunrise.

The giant sun has risen, and behind the planet, a round of astonishing corona is slowly rising, and the star with magnificent wood grain squeezes into Heragor's field of vision little by little, which is more spectacular than what you can see on the surface. Even more shocking.

The entire control hall was immersed in brilliant sunlight. Even though the shading coating was still functioning, this magnificent light still hurt the eyes of the three giant humanoid dragons.Andal and Baloger came to Heragor's side at the same time. They gathered in front of the dome made of polymer, staring at this unprecedented sunrise, and didn't speak for a long time.

Here, it's not cramped at all.

……

Loren Continent, inside the Command Post of Winter Wolf Castle.

"The Mithril Ring didn't respond? You can't contact the Mithril Treasury?" Amber looked at Gao Wen in surprise, and after confirming the situation, she couldn't help muttering, "It shouldn't be... Mithril took such a short time. There have been two problems with the Ring... Those giant dragons are so skilled, they shouldn't even be able to repair the communication system..."

"For thousands of years, there has never been such a situation in the Mithril Treasury," Gao Wen looked more serious, "'Never make mistakes' is the label of those giant dragons..."

"Maybe it's just that the fault hasn't been fixed yet," Amber thought for a while, and said with some uncertainty. As one of the people who visited Tarrond with Gawain, she knew the real situation of that dragon kingdom better than others In her eyes, the Mithril Treasury, which is full of mystery in the eyes of the world, does not have much mystery in her eyes, "After all, all their things have a long history, and the development is very huge. If you don't keep the thing called 'Omega', it will come out. Something's wrong..."

Gao Wen heard Amber's optimistic judgment, but his expression did not relax at all. He looked down at the quiet Mithril Ring in his hand, but he couldn't help but think of the last meeting with Dragon God Enya.

Unable to contact the Mithril Treasury, unable to contact Melita Purnia... If this was placed at another time, it might only confuse him, and it is not a big deal. Brigade, with the God of War calamity that just broke out, Gao Wen couldn't help but think about it. There was already a trace of uneasiness in his heart, although the uneasiness was groundless...but once it emerged, it couldn't go away .

It is such a coincidence that these things happened, and the turmoil of the gods is an event that affects the whole world. Enya and the entire dragon clan seem to have been paying attention to the changes of the gods in the human world. Now that the God of War has fallen, Tarrond is almost at the same time. Lost contact with Loren Continent all the time... What happened in that distant dragon kingdom?

While thinking, Gawain calmed down his mind, concentrated his attention, and then established an invisible connection in his mind - a scene overlooking the earth from space came into his mind, and the situation of Loren Continent and the surrounding sea area came into his eyes , he carefully moved the field of view from the synchronous satellite, trying to "look" as far as possible to the north of Loren Continent, hoping to observe something.

However, the angle of view of the faulty satellite was limited after all. After passing the sea peninsula of the Holy Dragon Principality, he could not see anything.

Gawain restrained himself regretfully, and was about to withdraw from the satellite field of view, but before the connection of consciousness was interrupted, he suddenly noticed some blurry flashes on the northern edge of the picture in his mind.

The flash appeared for a short time, and then several smaller flashes came from the same direction. At first, Gawain thought it was the lens flare caused by sunlight reflecting on the planetary cloud, but soon He then realized that this thing was not a natural phenomenon—soon, the flash ended, and the surveillance image from the satellite calmed down. However, on the upper border of the screen, there were still some subtle lines that seemed to be disturbed by energy, which could not be seen for a while. dissipate……

A few minutes later, Gao Wen withdrew from the satellite's surveillance view.

He still couldn't see beyond his field of vision, but now he was almost certain—something must have happened in Tarrond!

Amber had already noticed that Gao Wen's mind was suddenly distracted, and she was not surprised by it. After realizing that the other party was "wandering in the sky" again, she very consciously started to work as a guard, and kept guarding by the side for a long time. She just felt the other person's breathing and subtle movement changes, and immediately leaned forward and asked, "Hey, did you find anything?"

Gawain has many secrets, and this occasional bizarre "wandering mind" is one of them. Amber is very curious about it, but she never asks the reason - she only knows one thing. Whenever the other party loses his mind for a while, He seems to be able to get some "enlightenment" from some mysterious channel... and he is willing to share the content of these enlightenments occasionally.

"There must be something wrong in Tarrond. I have a feeling." Gawain couldn't explain his satellite perspective to others, so he said vaguely, "But it doesn't seem to affect our side... "

While speaking, he raised his head, and the scene of the busy frontline command post came into his vision.

Military officers and civilian staff are struggling to deal with intelligence from the theater, all communication systems and dispatching units are operating at full power, and the medical troops who have just come from the rear are assembled in the open space outside, while the wounded who have been withdrawn from the front line The remains of soldiers and those who died in battle were passing through the wide roads on both sides of the castle—Talrond was too far away, but the mess left by this divine disaster was close at hand.

There were footsteps approaching this way, Gao Wen followed the prestige and saw the blond-haired Soldering walking towards this side. The high-ranking ranger saluted himself with a solemn expression on his face: "Winterhold just sent a message New contact - the Typhonians wish to negotiate a formal truce with us."

"We are finally going back to the negotiating table," Gawain exhaled softly. "So, did the Typhon people mention where and when they want to hold this negotiation?"

"In terms of time, they only mentioned that they want it as soon as possible. As for the location..." Soldering hesitated a little before continuing, "They hope to be in the Fort of Contract."

"Ah, the symbol of peace between the two countries... Although it is a bit ironic to mention this at this time," Gao Wen had a somewhat complicated expression after hearing the place name, and then he smiled, "However, according to the current actual control of both of us, From a regional perspective, Winter Wolf Castle is already in the hands of Cecil, and the Contracting Fort, which was originally located in the buffer zone between Winter Wolf Castle and Changfeng Fortress, is now essentially an area under Cecil's complete control... The Typhons responded Don't you mind?"

Soldering nodded: "They don't mind, and they specifically emphasized this point - they are willing to negotiate in Cecil's control area to show their sincerity."

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, showing a hint of a smile: "Because they were the first to 'initiate the war'... Well, although they don't mind having this negotiation in Cecil's control area, we still have to be kind - It is an act of hegemony to bring the envoys of neighboring countries into its own military-controlled area to carry out this kind of 'peace negotiation', so that regardless of the final negotiation result, from a historical perspective, the fairness and effectiveness of this agreement Sex is likely to be questioned by future generations. We need to choose a more suitable place-some neutral zone, or at least a place that does not involve territorial disputes between the two sides, which is more comprehensive. Do you two have suggestions?"

Gawain's eyes fell on Amber and Soldering—he didn't ask them on a whim, but because it was just right: Solderin was the commander of the Iron Rangers, and at the same time, he was a soldier in Old Ansu and Titus. Feng is a high-level ranger who has been active for 700 years. He has witnessed the ups and downs of this land and experienced many changes in the two countries. Although he is a foreign race, he is more familiar with this land than many people. Human beings, and he is also a thoughtful and experienced person, it is perfect to be a consultant at this moment, as for Amber...

After all, he is also the person in charge of the intelligence department, and he is reliable in business...probably.

The elves and half-elves fell into deep thought at the same time: the truce agreement between the two human empires is a big event, especially when the truth behind this "war" is a divine disaster. It has extraordinary symbolic significance and historical value, so this matter must be taken seriously.

They quickly sorted out their memories, hoping to find a suitable place. While thinking about it, Amber first made a suggestion: "How about just building a new camp in the middle of the battlefield? Signing a contract on the battlefield should be more important." .”

"I've considered this too, but apart from the symbolic meaning, we also have to consider the actual situation - the defense line of Winterhold has been smashed, the whole area is still very dangerous now, the magical power on the battlefield is useless and the legacy left by the God of War The wreckage takes a long time to clear, and the environment is not suitable for negotiations. And this time the main battlefield is closer to Typhon's side, which is also a problem."

"Then why not just leave the land?" Amber thought for a while, "Bitter Winter hasn't returned yet, we can be on board—Cecil and Typhon have no territorial issues on the ocean..."

Gawain was a little surprised by the half-elf's thinking, but he shook his head after thinking for a while: "A warship is a territory floating on the ocean. Letting the Typhon people come to our warship to negotiate is essentially the same as the one in Sisi. There is no difference between the control area of ​​Er - and the ship still has a lot of technical confidentiality requirements, so it is not suitable for Typhon people to contact for the time being."

Amber's two suggestions here were rejected, and she began to puff her face and continue to think hard, but before she spoke again, Solderin seemed to have an idea.

"I do have a suggestion," the high-level ranger looked at Gawain, "Do you remember? There is an elf sentry on the border of the wasteland..."

Chapter 1035 Invitation

Elven outpost on the frontier of the wasteland.

If it hadn't been for Solderling's reminder, Gawain would have never thought of this - even though he did know of the existence of this sentry post.

In fact, when Cecil was still the Principality, Gawain successfully established contact with the Silver Empire at the southern tip of the mainland for the first time, relying on the transfer of this sentry - that was already a few years ago.

"The Farstrider outpost of the Silver Empire is a permanent neutral stronghold. From the distant Gondor era to the kingdom era after the second expansion, all countries have recognized this for thousands of years," Soldering said aside, " Judging from the current situation, no matter where this crucial truce negotiation is conducted, there are some problems. It would be better to conduct it at the elf sentry in the northwest of the Shadow Swamp. On the other hand, elves are also very suitable witnesses... …At least from the perspective of long lifespan, we are very sure of witnessing the contract of more than a thousand years."

Gawain admitted that he really hadn't thought about this idea before, but when he heard Solderling's words, he suddenly felt that it made sense: "... 700 years ago, the Pioneer Act of the nations was also witnessed by the elves. Concluded..."

"So what's your opinion?" Soldering looked at Gawain, "Do you agree?"

Gao Wen thought for a while, and after half a minute he nodded lightly: "This is the most suitable plan at present... I personally agree, but this matter does not only require my approval. Send the message to Go to Winterhold and see if the people of Typhon agree with this matter—in addition, you also need to contact the Silver Empire to see what Belsetia thinks."

"The empress must be very happy to bear this testimony," Soldering said confidently, but still nodded. "Of course, I will report this matter to Her Majesty Belsetia."

Gao Wen hummed, but his serious expression did not relax much, but fell into thought again. Amber noticed the change in his expression and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Did you think of something wrong?" ?”

Gao Wen woke up from his contemplation, he shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with it, it's just..."

While talking, he looked at the map hanging on the wall not far from the hall—it was a map that included the entire territory of Typhon and Cecil, as well as some countries around the two countries. On it, The mortal kingdoms are like criss-crossed, huge empires, scattered kingdoms, city-states attached to big countries...all are clearly marked.Gao Wen glanced over those old or young names, and his eyes became deeper.

"Perhaps...we shouldn't be content with just a truce negotiation..."

"It's not just a truce negotiation?" Amber felt a little confused about Gao Wen's thoughts, she scratched her hair, "Ah, is it the story you told me before, that is, you dropped the glass in the middle of the negotiation , and then five hundred white knights with power hammers jumped in from the next window and knocked all the tables up..."

"Stop, stop..." Gawain's mind was full of grand plans, but he was disrupted by this half-elf just in the middle of the plan. He hurriedly shouted to stop while regretting from the bottom of his heart that he shouldn't have taught this shame of all things so much. Gossiping—Of course he will still do it after he regrets it, but at least at the moment he really regrets it, "I shouldn't teach you such nonsense... I almost lost my train of thought."

Amber didn't take it seriously at all: "Then what do you mean?"

"We resisted a divine disaster," the experience of our ancestors over the past few years came in handy. Gawain quickly recovered his serious look. He spoke slowly, and his messy thoughts were quickly sorted out. confronting it head-on, and that our enemy is a real, mad god who descended upon the world, should be a momentous juncture in the course of history for all mortals—it should not be merely a reminder A 'consequence' of the war between the two human kingdoms of Feng and Cecil."

Amber blinked, as if she hadn't reacted yet, but Soldering at the side caught on to Gawain's train of thought: "You want...to take advantage of this divine disaster to promote the 'rebellion' plan around the world ?”

"No, we can't directly promote disobedience—for people in the world who don't know the truth, this plan is too radical, and the terrifying truth behind it will scare away many potential allies in advance," Gao Wen shook his head, "but we Indeed, this opportunity can be used to make the continental countries more aware of the existence of the crisis, to unite more people, and to prepare more people—the fall of God of War will soon have an impact, and the corresponding The divine spell will fail, the related spiritual seal will disappear, and all countries will soon realize the lack of the god of war, so this divine disaster itself cannot be concealed, so we might as well make it public."

"... To be honest, for many people, the impact of this incident may not be milder than that of the 'Disobedience Project'," Soldering sighed with a wry smile, "but I still agree with your point of view—we should Make things bigger."

"We need to prepare two meetings," Gao Wen nodded, "one is the truce agreement between us and Typhon, and the other...we need to invite as many allies as possible, and we need to establish a new international order And the international relationships that bring everyone together -- of course, it's too early to say, but I think we're ready to go."

Gawain talked about his thoughts in detail, and what he told Soldering at this moment was definitely not a whim - he had already had this idea a long time ago, and even discussed it with Heidi and others in detail for several times. Second-rate.

In his opinion, this world is really not a gentle and bright paradise. The existence of divine disasters, black traps, and demon tides is a disaster for mortals at any historical stage. Monarch, he will always feel trembling in such a world, let alone ordinary people in this world.

Facing this unfriendly world, Gawain never thought he was very strong. On the contrary, he frankly admitted his own weakness, and even admitted the weakness of the entire mortal group. It was for this reason that he valued the overall development of society and The survivability of the entire mortal group in the face of disasters—when a disaster like the tide of magic strikes, the survival of a few strong or lucky people is meaningless at all. Only when civilization survives can the mortal group be considered alive.

This is the realization he had when he led a group of refugees to set up the first tent by the Baishui River. Today, this original aspiration has not changed.

And in order to realize his overly large "ambition", he must push his ideal order to the whole world - once, such an idea seemed arrogant and naive, but until now, he has seen the opportunity to take the first step opportunity.

Gawain raised his head and looked to the northeast. Through a window in the corner of the hall, the snow-capped peaks of the Winterhold mountains loomed in his field of vision: "Now, it depends on whether our 'neighbors' are willing to join us. Let’s usher in this new era together.”