Sword of Dawn

Balogar walked down the high platform, and Sir Eugene and Gorosh immediately stepped forward to his left and right sides. The three did not talk, but exchanged glances with each other solemnly, and then walked towards the stairs and went underground deep.

There is no elevator on the road leading to the Unnamed Dragon Tomb, only this long staircase, as long as Balogar's long-term memory, or the long road of mortals climbing from the surface to the starry sky. It became metal, and then changed from metal to enchanted stone. Simple and solemn reliefs appeared on both sides of the stairs, and gradually covered the roof in front.

Finally, Baloger stopped in front of a large door, which stood majestically in the wide space dug out deep underground, with no decorative lines visible on the bare surface, only the large On the ground in front of the door, the brilliance emitted by the crystal illuminated a line of words that seemed to be carved with sharp claws: "To the dead, and to the dead."

The heavy stone door was slowly opened under the impetus of the magic mechanism, and an underground space that was wide enough to stun human beings appeared in front of Eugene and Gorosh. They followed Baloger and stepped into it. Entered the most solemn and solemn place in the Holy Dragon Principality, but only the Dragon Blood Duke himself and a very small number of dragon descendants knew about it—the Nameless Dragon Tomb.

Huge and unmatched columns support this space that can almost fit an entire castle. The slate ground that has gone through countless years extends far away in the field of vision. On the high dome, many carvings protrude from the original rock layers Metal pillars full of runes, slight electric light and luminous clouds silently wander between the metal pillars, maintaining the stability of the environment in the cave, and also make everything here strong enough to resist the erosion of long time through the blessing of elements, and even let the The entire mountain is immune to geological activity.

Between these huge pillars, one after another "tombstone" with reference to the size of the dragon stood silently in the dark. They were embedded in the base made of huge stones at an angle. Carved dragon sculptures——however, compared with the real giant dragons, the giant dragons in these stone sculptures are extraordinarily thin and weak, and most of them have physical defects visible to the naked eye, as if specially designed to match the real giant dragon. To make a "distinction", their forms have been adjusted to look like some kind of... subspecies.

Golosh glanced at the "tombstone" closest to him. On the sloping boulder surface, there was no epitaph that a normal tombstone should have, not even an exact name, only a few cold letters and numbers Numbers are etched deep into its surface: Generation I, 120-180 years.

On another adjacent tombstone, another line of cold letters and numbers appeared in Sir Gorosh's eyes: The second generation, 182-246 years.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Baloger had already stepped forward, and Gorosh put down what he wanted to say for the time being, and followed the Grand Duke of Dragon Blood towards the deeper part of the hall .In silence, they crossed the early generations, as if crossing the ancient history that has long been lost in memory, the years condensed into hard and rough bricks under their feet, and millennia after another receded under their footsteps .

In the 1820th millennium, Balogar finally stopped. He raised his head, and the last unfinished tombstone came into his eyes. The tombstone was deeply engraved with letters: No.30 generation, 1820th millennium— —.

Behind this tombstone, an unfinished sculpture of a giant dragon is bathed in the dim light of the dome crystal. It lies prone on the ground, looking up at the closed dome. wing.

Balogar stood still in front of this nameless tomb, staring at the unfinished stele and the lack of details of the giant dragon sculpture, Sir Gorosh's voice came from behind him: "The last time I came here... It seems like a long time ago."

"After all, we shouldn't disturb the tranquility of these tombs at will... Although there is nothing behind them," Balogar said softly, "but now some good things have happened, and the good news should be sent here."

"I still remember the first time I was brought here by you," the white-haired Sir Eugene Natosh sighed softly, "the real history... At that time, I really felt that the real history is not as good as a A dream from which I cannot wake up."

Grand Duke Baloger did not speak, but stood silently in front of the tombstone of Generation No.30, while Gorosh looked at the blank part of the tombstone, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "The great shield of Tarrond has been extinguished. , the gene pool used to restart the Principality of the Holy Dragon was also destroyed in the flames of war. Regardless of the future of this world, the No.30 generation will probably become the last generation of the "Dragonborn" group... What do you think of the future? Will someone still carve our last number on this tombstone one day?"

"Every number here is carved with my own hands. If the day of the end really comes and our efforts fail in the end, I will definitely write the last stroke here before bidding farewell to this world... But compared to that nothing The hopeful ending, I hope that the tombstone of the No. And the silent tomb stretched out in his sight, and the 30 generations of dragon descendants who had completely disappeared in the real universe turned into lifeless stone sculptures, as if quietly watching him in the dark.

Those are the "descendants" he has carefully cultivated and cared for.

"I often feel that I shoulder the guilt, especially when I look at these unnamed monuments," the Grand Duke of Dragon Blood said in a low voice, "I abandoned them 29 times... When the tide of evil came, I let them go Dissipated in the doomsday, but I was like a coward who fled, and after the next restart, I still want to sit in a high position and be a high-ranking monarch, isn't it ironic?"

"...As a member of the No.30th generation, I'm afraid I can't answer your question," Sir Gorosh looked at the ancient dragon beside him, and said after a short hesitation, "But I know a truth... Nothing in this world is free.

"During the age of mythology, the Dragon God and Tarrond worked together to maintain a difficult balance. The existence of the Holy Dragon Duchy was a long-standing, open but never acknowledged secret. I believe that the gods knew about the Dragonborn from the very beginning. The existence of the Omega system even knew the mission of the Omega system from the very beginning, but for 1807 million years, all of this was carefully hidden on the side of the balance point, and never went beyond half a step.

"Under such circumstances, letting the 'Dragonborn' come into Tarrond's sight, and even accept the protection of the gods, is not salvation, but a complete burial, the burial of all compatriots.

"I am not qualified to judge your or Tarrond's choices on behalf of the previous 29 generations, and I am not qualified to forgive or condemn anything for them, but I must refute your judgment of yourself—a real coward has no guts After restarting the Holy Dragon Principality 29 times, I still have the courage to come back here.

"It takes more courage to watch them perish than to take them to Tarrond for protection, Your Majesty."

"Someone said the same thing as you," Grand Duke Balogar suddenly smiled, "It's also in this place."

"Really? It's a pity that I don't have the chance to meet him." Gorosh shook his head and said.

Grand Duke Baloger did not respond, he just thought for a moment, and then said as if talking to himself: "You are all right... I shouldn't be obsessed with this, especially after going through such a long time. This is especially true after the ages. Perhaps any generation can choose to hate or forgive, and any individual can choose to forgive or be angry, but in the face of the mighty forces of nature, all of these must ultimately give way to the only question... let civilization continue .”

He finally withdrew his gaze from looking at those tombs, and scanned the entire vast underground hall. Between those dark and ancient walls and pillars, there were actually more than dozens of nameless dragon tombs hidden.

"1807 million years... Our observations of the Tide and various failed attempts to preserve the mind during the Tide are buried in the lower archives, and almost all of them are outside the environment of Tarrond Collection and summary, although it is a failed answer sheet, it is still a precious reference material," the Grand Duke Dragon Blood said in a deep voice, "The key now is... our new allies, all mortals in the alliance China, whether it is ready to face this 'gift'."

"The Dragon Blood Council is no longer able to assess the new 'Alliance', nor the changes that Gawain Cecil's series of actions will bring to this world. In this era, perhaps we should try to make some decisions ourselves "Sir Eugene Natosh said slowly, "in my opinion, since we have decided to join this 'Union', we should do something equivalent to our membership."

……

On the vast and boundless ocean, a huge fleet is riding the wind and waves, sailing on the strange sea that humans have never visited.

Standing firm on the high-spirited Winter, Byron, the naval commander wearing a cloak, stepped onto the deck, squinting his eyes slightly in the oncoming cold wind. He looked into the distance and saw the sea level at the front of the ship's bow. There are fine waves rising above, and the sea water rises there as if alive, forming a striking moving water column. Cassandra, the sea monster who acts as the navigator, "sitting" steadily on the top of the water column, while controlling Looking at the surrounding sea water, he turned his head and waved hello in the direction of the general flagship.

Byron waved his hand in the direction of the siren lady in response, and then looked up at the sky - in the high blue sky, several huge figures were flapping their huge wings, maintaining the same direction and speed as the fleet. Flying forward, two more dragoon aircraft hovered around those huge figures, their dragon-wing-like propulsion wings raised high, reflecting the bright skylight.

Those are the giant dragons serving as the air escort formation, and the two reconnaissance dragoons on the Winter.

"Talrond..." Byron smiled and muttered softly to himself.

Chapter 1146

The human fleet that has never been seen in history is sailing to ancient and unknown countries in the open sea. The surging power brought by the magic machine splits the waves. The ancient races from the deep sea and the legendary dragon lead the route together, protecting the fleet. Safety—a scene like this, almost everyone thought it would only appear in the stories of bards.

Byron was looking into the distance on the deck of the Winter, and the oncoming cold wind carried the fishy smell from the ocean. At some point, he was completely accustomed to this smell and the magnificence produced when facing the boundless sea. and a sense of shock.

A sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the sky, and Byron raised his head subconsciously, and saw a black giant dragon approaching the deck of the Winter like a dark cloud falling from the sky—this huge figure was already on the deck before it completely landed. In the chaotic light and shadow, it quickly turned into a human form, a young man with short black hair, brown skin, black eyes and a happy smile.

This is one of the "escorts" sent by Tarrond to protect the fleet and guide the route, named Mokrul.

The black dragon in human form landed on the deck, walked briskly to Byron's side, and at the same time said in a relaxed tone: "We are crossing the Eternal Storm Sea, luckily, the weather along the way is very good... the sea conditions are also very good. it is good."

"This is the Sea of ​​Eternal Storm? That big and terrifying storm back then?" Byron suddenly showed a look of astonishment. He raised his head and looked around the sea that was slowly undulating in the breeze. Except for the very far, far away place, it can be seen. Except for the shadows of some islands and reefs, there is nothing in this sea area, "I didn't see anything..."

"Because the ancient power that once entrenched in this sea area has completely dissipated, and the things that once stood here no longer exist," the black dragon youth shook his head lightly, and his relaxed and happy appearance was now somewhat solemn , "Our current location is an ancient launch site. There was a fateful battle that changed everything here...but now, everything is in the past."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, as if looking through layers of decks and cabins, to see the scene in the distant deep sea: "However, there are still some things left on the bottom of the sea, which are ancient and undestroyed by war. The ruins represent the past glory of Tarrond... maybe one day, we will reproduce those ancient technologies."

"For short-lived human beings, that's really a very distant history," Byron shrugged. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I would never have thought that there are so many forgotten people hidden in this world." secret."

"I heard that you were an adventurer," the black dragon youth laughed, looking at Byron with some curiosity, "I also heard that you explored ancient ruins when you were young, in the forgotten jungle Searching for lost history, is this all true?"

Byron froze for a moment, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a strange expression: "Well... I was an adventurer back then. In our human society, adventurers and adventurers are different, do you understand?"

"Is that so?" The black dragon youth was suddenly a little surprised, "I thought these two words meant the same thing... Sorry, I have never left Tarrond before, and I don't know much about the vocabulary of the human world. Is there any difference between occupations?"

Byron thought about it seriously, and began to explain the valuable experience he had summed up in his life to the escort in front of him: "Simply put, adventurers want money and don't care about life, and adventurers don't want money or life..."

Escort Mo Kelu suddenly showed a thoughtful look, and at the same time asked casually: "Then it costs money and life?"

"It's a smart person who wants both money and life," Byron immediately straightened his bandit leader's navy cloak and messy hair, and said solemnly, "such a person later became an admiral of the navy."

……

The bow of the Mary on Ice cleaves the cold breaking waves of the northern seas, and the deep roar from the machinery running in the engine room has been filtered by several layers of compartments and silencer runes, turning it into a barely noticeable buzz. The sound came from the depths of the deck. The old man in a short black robe and a black soft hat leaned against the railing on the side of the ship, looking into the distance with excited and expectant eyes. A large heavy parchment book was floating Beside him, an unattended quill was writing rapidly, leaving lines of words and symbols on the blank pages of the large parchment book.

Footsteps came from behind, and a young woman dressed as an adventurer passed by. After seeing the old man leaning on the railing, the lady in a hunting suit and a weapon on her waist stopped curiously: "Mo Mr. Dill... what are you doing?"

"Can't you see? Observe and record," Mordir said without turning his head, "Pay attention to all the interesting details you see during your journey, and record them accurately and timely. This is the basic quality of an adventurer. .”

"That's right... It's a pity that I'm just an adventurer, and I don't quite understand what an 'adventurer' like you is after," the young lady waved her hand, "Anyway, as long as you don't suddenly jump into the sea to chase sharks or Things like flying up into the sky and racing dragons all of a sudden... Although the crew on the ship has now established that you are a powerful spellcaster, please think more about the ordinary people with weak nerves who serve as crew Think, they're not the kind of well-trained Imperial soldiers aboard the Winter."

"Ah... oh, oh yes, you are right, Miss Laura," Modil finally turned his head from the view over the ship's side, and patted his head belatedly, "please don't worry, I will do it now When this kind of thing happens, it is hidden in advance."

The corners of the mouth of the young female adventurer named Laura twitched—after a sea journey, the adventurers on the "Ice Mary" are already familiar with each other, although they can't reach the battlefield where they experience life and death together Friendship, but according to "industry habits", everyone can be regarded as teammates in a large adventure team, and she has gradually become familiar with the powerful mage named Modil in front of her from the beginning of awe and vigilance .In all fairness, this old mage who seems to have a memory problem is actually a very easy-to-get-together person. He is very powerful, but he does not have the arrogance and coldness of the old-school mage. People around are nervous.

As a great adventurer (at least that's what he calls himself), Modir has done a lot of random things along the way, such as jumping off the boat suddenly when he senses the breath in the deep sea, seeing the dragon The sky escort suddenly flew up to stand shoulder to shoulder with the dragon and so on. To be honest, if she hadn’t confirmed it personally, Laura would have suspected that the main purpose of this old man’s participation in the adventure group was to die on the way...

Thoughts of disrespect for the elders turned in her mind, and Laura quickly calmed down her wandering thoughts, and then looked curiously at the large parchment book floating beside the old mage.As a senior hunter with fairly good living conditions, she had read some books before the empire promoted general education, and she also considered herself a "learned" one among the five big and three rough adventurers, but when her When his eyes scanned the densely packed words and symbols on the pages of the book, a sudden doubt rose from the bottom of his heart—maybe all the books I read in the past 20 years were fake?

"The things you recorded..." The young huntress rubbed her eyes, "Why can't I understand a single word?"

"Aha, it's really not easy to understand... I'm sorting out the changes in the magical environment on the sea and the disturbance law between the disordered turbulence and the upper atmosphere during the entire voyage," Modil laughed suddenly, and the corners of his eyes were full of spirits , "I didn't just record it casually. Do you know that there is a team of scholars accompanying the ship? They shoulder the responsibility of recording distant sea weather and magic data, and accumulating data for the imperial ocean exploration project. I talked with them a few days ago. One scholar said they needed my records - so I'm essentially even serving the Empire at this point..."

Laura looked at the old mage in surprise: "I can't tell, you still have... how do you say that very fashionable saying? Oh, you have a sense of responsibility as an imperial citizen."

"Is that so? Probably." The old mage scratched his gray hair and said with some uncertainty, "I think I should do something for this country... some kind of... sense of duty? I seem to be It's my duty to do something..."

The eyes of the old man suddenly became a little confused, as if his fragile memory system was caught in an endless loop all of a sudden, something that had been completely forgotten but left a subtle imprint on his instincts troubled him, and Laura was no longer the first time Seeing the old mage fall into this strange state once, she immediately spoke, her voice raised a little deliberately: "Old man, you record so many things every day, and you have persisted in recording them for so many years, even if you don't sort out and revise these things I'm afraid it's already an astonishing work, right?"

Being interrupted by the huntress, Modil seemed to wake up in an instant, and he immediately shook his head with a smile: "It is probably a bit exaggerated to say that it is a work, I am not a person who is good at writing books... But I am indeed a person in my life. A lot of things have been recorded. Have you seen this thick book? I have filled it..."

Halfway through his voice, he suddenly got stuck, and the trance state caused by the lack of memory seemed to reappear. The old mage frowned a little bit, and muttered in a low voice as if talking to himself: "I recorded a lot of things, I remember ... There is a record that I have lost, it seems to have been lost many, many years ago... There are many great adventures recorded in it, and I seem to have lost them..."

Seeing that Modil fell into a trance again, Laura couldn't help but said loudly again: "Old man, you..."

"Ah, don't be so loud, girl," Modil suddenly turned his head, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes had recovered, and he waved his hand gently, "Thank you for your concern, actually I'm fine I have come here for so many years... maybe I have lived for too long, there are some problems with my memory, and even my soul... seems to have a little problem, but overall everything is good, at least not reduced to To the point of being cared about by a junior like you."

The old mage breathed a sigh of relief, as if calming down the restless and empty memory, while Laura looked into the old man's eyes, and said hesitantly after a long time: "I heard...you went to Tarrond for Find something?"

"Ah, yes, I mentioned this to Mr. Azkar on the ship," Mordir smiled gently, "I'm going to Tarrond to find something...it's very important to me s things."

"Why did you lose something in the kingdom of dragons?" Laura said in disbelief. "That was a country that was once blocked by an eternal storm on the other side of the ocean. Except for dragons, no mortal creature can come and go freely..."

"I don't know, I don't remember all of it," Modil shook his head, and said slowly, "I don't know what I'm looking for, and I don't know where the 'thing' is, I just have a The feeling that I've lost something very important in Tarrond...I must go and get it back."

His voice was slow and firm, as if carrying a kind of attachment from the soul. The brilliance of the giant sun poured down from the sky. At this moment, the bright sunlight seemed to penetrate the body of the old mage, making his whole body shudder. It became hazy and transparent, and he could even vaguely see the vast sea scenery behind him——

Lola's heart skipped a beat, and she blinked hastily, only to find that the scene just now had disappeared like a hallucination. The old mage stood there, his figure was real, it didn't become hazy and illusory, and there was no sunlight shining through his translucent body. .

……

On the mainland of Tarrond, on the broken coastline along the southeast coast, the newly built Coastal County is bathed in the brilliance of the polar day.

The red dragon Calador stood on a small floating island floating in the air outside the city, squinting his eyes to watch the movement of the sea and the coast.

A newly built wall protects the residential area in the safe zone of the coastline. The wall is built with a mixture of huge stones and molten metal. Although it is far from being as exquisite and luxurious as the palace walls and pavilions of the past, it reveals a roughness under the sun. Compared with the previous "shelter nests" that were hastily piled up with ruins and rubbish, these walls have at least undergone more serious planning and design and more regular construction. Recently, a relatively sufficient labor force and new workers from nearby islands The quarried building materials made the walls at least tidy and strong-at least they were real city walls, not windshields piled up with garbage.

At this time, the hunting team had already gone to sea, and the soldiers who were responsible for cleaning up the wild areas around the town had not yet returned. The dragons who were responsible for building houses and leveling the land were busy in the large open space on the outer edge of Binhai County, without any members Most of the time is spent in vain, and no energy is wasted in irrelevant places.

Calador withdrew his gaze towards the town, and suddenly had a more real understanding of the word "alive" in his heart.

This is an experience that the giant dragons have never experienced. It is an unimaginable scene in the "cradle period". It is difficult, distressed, full of challenges and embarrassments, but...

Labor can change the environment, and hard work can guarantee one's own survival. The establishment and maintenance of Binhai County requires the dedication of every ethnic group member. All individuals are valuable, and all hard work is meaningful.

This is indeed the feeling of "being alive", not so beautiful, not so easy, not as romantic as imagined, and even a little painful, but... It's good to be alive.

Chapter 1147 Blood relatives

After staring at the Broken Coast for a long time, the red dragon Calador looked back, then he raised his head, spread his huge dragon wings high, soared into the sky from the small floating island, and flew towards a city located in the south of the town. A large floating island that is large enough to support a town in the sky offshore.

In that devastating battle of killing gods, the huge energy released by the Dragon God almost permanently changed the appearance of this ancient continent, and as the most severely impacted southeast coast, the changes here are particularly amazing—a fragmented The coastline and the collapsed and disappeared cliffs are only part of it. Those floating islands, large and small, are far more unimaginable than the changes on the surface... and have more potential for development and exploration.

According to the judgment of the three great dragon leaders, the chaotic magical environment above the Broken Coast and the charging state of the floating island itself will cause these lands torn from the Tarrond continent to float in the next thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Above the surface of the sea, and between these islands filled with the power of the Dragon God, active energy surges and unstable spatial structures have spawned many natural phenomena to be studied.

In the early days of the establishment of Binhai County, the pioneering team lacked sufficient combat power and supplies, so they could only watch the islands floating near their heads from a distance. The material channel between Gondor has been opened, and the dragons in Binhai County have now successfully expelled the elemental creatures and hostile spirits entrenched on several major floating islands, and set up observation posts, research institutes, etc. on some of the islands. Facilities such as energy stations and energy stations—the island that Calador flew to was the first to be cleared, and now it has become a permanent stronghold.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy flapping wings, the huge red dragon landed smoothly on a rock platform at the edge of the floating island. I can't feel the slightest shaking, I just feel as solid as on the ground.

In front of the rocky platform, a metal tower that was obviously put together with recycled materials from the ruins was running in the cold wind. It was composed of several cylinders and exposed pipes and cables. Occasionally, subtle sparks can be seen jumping between the crystals on the top. Several dragons in human form are busy around the facility. They just nodded hurriedly to signal the arrival of the "manager" Calador, and then Soon back to work.

This is a very natural phenomenon in today's Tarrond - after the war, the red tape that gradually became complicated and useless due to the long-term social closure and solidification of the old era has disappeared like those meaningless extravagant reliefs, in the harsh wilderness The survival process made the dragons quickly realize that only efficiency and hard work are the key to maintaining the survival of the group, especially near key facilities such as communications and energy, where improvised equipment is often prone to problems, so technicians Even if they meet three ancient dragons in person, they will only nod their heads.

Carador transformed into a human form, came to the tower-like facility, and nodded to a mechanic who was monitoring the data: "How is the communication tower? Is there a sudden interruption like last time?"

"No, it seems to be able to operate smoothly," the mechanic said without turning his head. "At present, we can stably contact Agondor and the stronghold on the Cracked Rock Mountain, but it is beyond the signal if it is farther away." The range of coverage...continuing to increase the power of the antenna will not help, but will affect the life of these parts."

"...No way, the refurbished equipment dug out of the ruins can only do so much, and the energy interference on the surface is too strong." Calador shook his head helplessly, and he looked into the distance. Smaller floating islands that were closer appeared in his field of vision. On one of the islands, he could also see another smaller antenna device—that device was actually connected to the communication tower in front of him. The two sets of antennas work together to increase the communication power of this communication station, but obviously, even this has limited effect.

"Setting the antennas on these islands floating in the sky can minimize the interference of the energy vortex on the surface," the mechanic responded casually, with a trace of regret in his tone, "Hey...the main reason is that the equipment is in poor condition. If we can get the gain unit produced in the newly restarted factory in Agondor, we can contact the stronghold of Vortex Island."

Calador sighed: "No way, there are only a few factories that can still operate. We need to use the production capacity in more important places-first of all, we must ensure stable communication with the west coast guard post. Before all the equipment on the line is replaced with new parts, it will not be our communication tower."

"West coast guard post..." The mechanic finally shifted his gaze away from the equipment in front of him a little, the middle-aged dragon frowned, and said with some concern, "Are you referring to the guard post that monitors that high tower? "

"It can only be them," Calador nodded. "Currently the only stronghold on the west coast is that guard post."

The mechanic was silent for two seconds, shook his head lightly and sighed: "Well, then their side is indeed more important than ours... To be honest, I admire those dragons who signed up to go to the west coast. Flying around the long coastline to the other side of Tarrond, to monitor that terrible tower, and to find a way to deal with half of the supplies... I just hope they are safe."

"This is the responsibility we must bear," Calador said in a deep voice, "We have left enough mess in this world."

"Responsibility..." The mechanic repeated the word Calador mentioned in a low voice. He didn't say anything more, and refocused on the work in front of him. Almost at the same time, a piece of crystal connected to the communication tower The curtain suddenly brightened, and the sound and light effect representing the communication access caught Calador's attention.

"Connected." Calador said almost subconsciously, but the unresponsive crystal curtain made him react quickly - the Omega system is no longer there, and these crude and primitive equipment will not respond to his "instructions" .

He shook his head, and took a step forward to manually activate the flashing symbol on the curtain. Accompanied by a slight noise and explosion, the face of a young dragon appeared on the curtain—a correspondent from Binhai County.

"Member Carador," the young Dragon Clan said, "The southern observation post just sent a messenger to report back, and they saw a large group of strange... Dragon Clan appearing in the sky above the open sea, flying towards the Broken Coast at high speed, our equipment has not yet We can establish communication with them, do we need to send the town guard to take off and intercept it?"

"Unfamiliar... dragon? Came from the south?" Calador was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and his expression became very solemn in an instant, "Don't intercept it, just send the dragon to guide them to land at the Binhai County landing site, I am very happy Hurry over there."

"Yes, Congressman Calador." The correspondent nodded immediately, and then ended the communication. The mechanic standing beside Calador couldn't help asking: "Member, those strange dragons are..."

Calador looked complicated and serious. He looked into the mechanic's eyes for a long time before breaking the silence with a low voice: "That's our...blood relative."

A moment later, the huge red dragon had risen from the floating island and flew straight towards the Binhai County landing site. A group of dragons flying from the southern seas, bathed in the radiance of the polar day.

As the dragons approached, the residents of Binhai County quickly noticed the strange dragons flying in from the outside world. Whether they were hunting near the sea, expelling monsters outside the town, or working in the town, these towers The dragons of Lund turned their eyes to the sky outside the town in amazement——

They saw dragons so different from themselves coming out of the clouds and descending toward the shattered shores of Tarrond. With a brilliance like steel, on this cold and windy afternoon, in this war-torn land, this scene was strongly imprinted in the hearts of almost every witness like a sign of fate , perhaps until thousands of years later, these pioneers and rebuilders who worked diligently in their new homes will firmly remember this scene:

A group of strange dragons flew from the south and visited this ancient kingdom of giant dragons as outsiders, and then broke a barrier that lasted for 1807 million years.

Under the leadership of the guide, a group of dragons formed by hundreds of dragons landed on the landing field outside Binhai County, and the local dragons who lived in this pioneering stronghold had already come from various places at this time, and Gathered outside the landing arena with expressions of both curiosity and astonishment.

They looked at the alien dragons—the latter were obviously smaller than the local dragons in Tarrond, but they also had a majestic head, scales, and wings. Their wing structures seemed weird and shriveled , but there are huge wings made of steel covering the outer edges of their wings, and not just wings, the armor-like mechanical armor actually covers nearly half of their body surface, from alloy cast visors to belts There are a large number of rune devices and mounting structures on the back armor and breastplate, from the wings made of steel to the spine-like cladding plate extending from the tail, these foreign dragons can be said to be fully armed, like a moving steel fortress generally.

For the Tarrond dragons who are accustomed to sophisticated and advanced implants, the mechanical armor on these outsiders is a product completely different from their technical route, and the novelty they bring... is not even inferior to the "outsider" itself.

Calador, who landed on the landing field ahead of time, has already walked forward, and transformed into a human form while taking steps—most of the dragons from the lower Tarrond have never seen the "Dragonborn" with their own eyes. Even if they knew about the existence of the Holy Dragon Principality, they didn't know much about its details, so he chose to contact these "compatriots" from the Holy Dragon Principality by himself for the first time, in order to avoid uncontrolled situations as much as possible.

This "reunion" has been delayed for too many years, and he does not want any surprises.

When Calador walked forward, among the group of heavily armed alien dragons, a giant dragon with fiery red scales also stepped out. Heat and light mist were released between the energy grids, and then a light curtain hung down. The body of the dragon was folded and shrunk into the elemental field. A tall woman with long hair and fiery red shawl walked out of the light curtain. came out and came to Calador.