Sword of Dawn

Witnessed by the two dragon groups, Calador took the lead to break the silence by taking a step forward: "Hello, I am the current manager of Binhai County, Calador."

"Azalena, the Dragon Seal Witch, represents the Holy Dragon Principality," the tall red-haired lady stood there straight, raised her head in the cold wind of the Arctic Continent and stared at the pure-blooded red dragon in front of her, "We are here to help of."

"Thank you very much!" Calador took a deep breath, "On behalf of the Temporary Jury of Tarrond, I thank you and welcome you for coming—please come with me, and I will arrange a place for you to stay. In addition Food is already being prepared in town..."

"As long as there is a place to stay, we brought our own food and medicine." Azalena waved her hand. Behind her, the dragons covered in mechanical armor were cooperating with each other to fix the large container warehouse on their backs. Unloaded on the ground, the four sides of the containers are equipped with gravity-controlling runes and energy interfaces, and the front is sprayed with a striking human lingua franca word: Glenn Heavy Industries.

They are apparently devices from the Cecil Empire.

"As I said, we are here to help - we will handle the food ourselves, and we only need a place to live," Azalena saw that Carrador was a little dazed, and raised her voice slightly, "We There are a lot of people, and what you see is only the first batch—the second batch just took off from Longyue Cliff, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to live in this town by then, so it’s good to prepare an open area, and we’ll build our own camp.”

Calador opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't organize any words for a while.

The dragon descendants...they came. After being "exiled" by Tarrond for so many years, they brought the urgently needed support to this land without complaint. What kind of mood did they take off from Longyue Cliff?Why can they do this step?What are they thinking right now?How did they see Tarrond today?

Calador, who has lived for a long time, can't get an answer at this moment, but he knows that this is definitely not the time to explore the answer.

"We will do our best to support you," the old pure-blooded red dragon nodded to the young "Dragonborn" from the Holy Dragon Principality in front of him, "Agondor will also send someone to contact you soon... We really, really need support now, and your arrival will greatly ease the difficulties encountered in opening up strongholds."

"That's good, we are here to solve the problem," Azalena said casually, and looked back at the temporary port in the direction of the coastline, "Why, the fleet from North Harbor hasn't arrived yet?"

Calador was stunned, and immediately reacted: "We only received the news at noon today. They have just crossed the Eternal Storm Sea, and they should not arrive until tomorrow at the earliest..."

"Really? Aha, we set off many days late, but in the end we arrived before them," Azalena laughed, with a tone of teasing someone, "Fortunately, that guy wrote a letter last time. Bragging about being on the fastest warship in the world—I almost believed it."

Calador was confused, he didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, so he couldn't open his mouth at this time, but he probably guessed that the young dragonborn lady was teasing someone in the United Fleet. It made him a little dumbfounded——

Ma'am, you guys flew here...

Chapter 1148 Tarrond in the Eyes of the Dragonborn

The arrival of the dragonborn will eventually change the future of Tarrond, the Holy Dragon Principality, and the entire dragon race, but at this moment, for those who have witnessed this event, what they first pay attention to is obviously not the "long-term future". The historical significance of ", but everything that is in front of you and shocking.

The fragmented land, the distorted gravity, space cracks and energy surges can be seen everywhere, as well as malicious elements and spirit creatures wandering around this wasteland.

Had it not been for the dragons who lived here, this land would have long been a no-go zone for most mortal species.

Accompanied by the red dragon Calador, Azalena boarded the highest watchtower next to Binhai County, where she can directly overlook the entire Binhai County and a large desolate wilderness around the town. The dragonmark witch fell into a long silence—neither in her past memories of dragon birth nor in her worst imagination of Tarrond before she set off, she never imagined that a piece of land would be destroyed to the point of To this extent, the status quo of this wasteland completely exceeded her expectations.

At this time, she really realized that the "live video" that Melita Purnia brought to the meeting site of 112 in the past was not an exaggerated and processed thing in order to ask for assistance-because it was compared with the real situation. Looking at it, that image seems too gentle. Obviously, after a long blockade and social stagnation, the dragons of Tarrond have no experience in "foreign propaganda".

What surprised the Dragon Seal Witch even more was that in such a wasteland, the giant dragons of Tallond still planned to heal and rebuild their homeland, so as to continue to survive in this land.

"With all due respect, this land is completely unsuitable for survival in my opinion," Azalena took a light breath, and said solemnly to the old red dragon beside her, "The price to be paid for healing this land It's amazing, and it would be more cost-effective for you to leave here and start over somewhere suitable for survival."

"From a rational point of view, what you said is indeed correct," Calador shook his head with a smile, "but we can't just walk away like this... This land is our home that has survived for more than a million years, and everything we have They are all buried deep in the earth, it is far from being able to be separated by 'restarting', and...we still have unpaid responsibilities, whether it is the monsters wandering here or the giant tower in the northwest, it is the dragons who must bear it. s things."

"Sense of responsibility?" Azalena said softly, but her eyes fell on a huge semi-molten tower building outside the town. That building may have been part of a large factory, but now it was attached to its surroundings. The components and piping system have turned into solidified slabs on the ground, leaving only the distorted and tattered tower body standing in the cold wind like some kind of jagged skeleton, "... Actually, before I came here, I guessed What would it be like to live in Tarrond, and in the earlier years, like other dragonborn, I had many fantasies about this "land of dragons"... but after I got here, I realized that All my imaginations are wrong."

Calador pondered for a moment, and finally asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "What do the dragonborn... think of Tarrond?"

"If you mean this land, then Tarrond is to us a real but distant 'story', we know it exists, but no one ever knew what it was like, and our one and only The connection between us is those legends that have been handed down from ancient times. In that legend, we have a hometown-it is in a place that we will never be able to touch.

"And if you mean a 'pure-blood dragon of Tarrond' like you, then I can only say that many dragonborn hate you but yearn for you before learning the truth, and are moved and moved after learning the truth. Conflicted again.

"Dragonborns hate your 'exile' and concealment, are dissatisfied with the arranged fate, and your arbitrarily asserted 'mission inheritance', but in addition to these impulsive feelings, most dragonborns are actually very clear that they are How to live today, whether we want to admit it or not, our life originated from Tarrond, this is an irrefutable fact."

Hearing such contradictory and tangled answers, Calador was not surprised at all. He just said in a low voice: "It seems that our arbitrary decision has had a far-reaching impact on you... What about you? Miss Azalena, How do you feel about us?"

"Me?" The Dragon Seal Witch smiled slightly, "I don't have any opinion on you, I am here to represent my motherland, to help another country in need, this is part of the Alliance's 'Internal Mutual Assistance Act', that's all."

Calador looked at the red-haired young dragon in surprise, and smiled after a long time: "I think I understand why Chief Balogar sent you to lead this team."

……

After a long voyage, the Winter and its fleet finally crossed the sea area where the eternal storm was entrenched in the past. Tarrond is no longer far away, and some sights that are difficult to see around the Loren continent are getting closer and closer. It appears more and more on the route of the material fleet - small ice floes floating in the distance, seals jumping and hunting between the ice floes, magic phantoms appearing in the sky, and the polar day that is always reincarnated between day and dusk All of this opened the eyes of the crew, and even Byron himself began to marvel at the incredible nature.

Outside the bridge of Bitter Winter, Byron came to the guardrail of the open corridor. He looked at a glacier slowly drifting past the fleet in the distance, and saw another unidentifiable seabird landed on it. , and immediately picked up the small magic net terminal brought out from the cabin, and used the photo crystal on the terminal to record the scene on the sea.

The slight rustling sound of the snake tail gliding on the ground came to my ears, and a slightly lazy magnetic voice came from the side: "Are you recording the scenery on the sea again?"

Byron looked back and saw a sea monster with long black hair and moles at the corners of his eyes crawling towards him along the connecting corridor, and a small water monster struggling with its teeth and claws curled up at the end of its long tail. Element, he twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed: "I'm going to take it back as a gift for my daughter, Ms. Cassandra——I promised to record these things for her before I left."

"It can be heard that you dote on your daughter very much," the siren Cassandra shook her body like a snake. She seemed to have just returned to the ship from the sea and was still getting used to her walking posture after leaving the water. Then she suddenly moved The small water element rolled up at the end of his tail sent it forward, and inserted a straw into the water element's head, "Have a sip? I just grabbed it from the bottom of the sea, mixed with a little cool frozen water and the unique polar water. The core of magic power is very exciting."

The small water element with teeth and claws suddenly struggled even harder, and a sharp and angry voice came out from the surging water: "You are still sucking by another person! You are still sucking by another person!"

Byron immediately took a half step back, twitched the corner of his mouth and waved his hands again and again: "No, I really can't stand this thing... And I suggest that you don't try this thing for other humans, it has nothing to do with our digestive system. Mismatch."

"That's a pity," Cassandra shrugged, handed the water element (tail) to her mouth, took a deep breath, and gave a satisfied admiration, "The water element brushed in the Arctic region tastes better. ...Energetic, cool and refreshing, it is worthy of being blasted directly by the gods from the depths of the elemental world...The water elements in the temperate zone and near the equator are much worse-and most of the water elements no longer take the initiative after signing the peace agreement It's boring to trouble us."

The small water elemental suddenly screamed again: "Shameless! Shameless! I shouldn't add ice when I go out today!"

Rao Byron, who belongs to the strange species in the army, can't help being a little sluggish at this time. He reacted a bit before looking at the elemental creature wrapped around its tail by Cassandra, seeing that it had shrunk. Half of the size, I couldn't help muttering: "It's about to be released, it's so pitiful..."

"As long as its surging core is not destroyed, an elemental creature will not really die even if it is sucked dry in the main material world," Cassandra glanced at Byron, "and if this guy grows hundreds of times You don’t necessarily think it’s pitiful... But it doesn’t matter, anyway, there are a lot of these small fissions in the elemental cracks near Tarrond, and you can catch fresh ones at any time.”

While speaking, the siren lady flicked her tail to the side, and flung the small water element to the sea not far away, and a sharp cry came from midair: "I thank your whole family! I thank you! Your whole family!"

Cassandra watched the water elemental fall down the side of the ship, until the latter's voice and figure disappeared from sight, she turned her head slightly, and said thoughtfully: "I don't know if it was affected by the remaining power of the Dragon God. Under the influence of the influence, the elemental creatures or spiritual creatures emerging from the cracks near Tarrond are all in an overactive state... Under normal circumstances, water elements of this level should not have such a strong activation reaction."

Byron frowned when he heard the words, and became a little serious: "I don't know much about the knowledge behind elemental creatures, but when I was an adventurer, I often dealt with wandering hostile elemental or spirit monsters. This kind of initiative to enter the main material world The guys are actually not very strong when they are alone, but if there is a steady stream of rifts for them to come out...the danger level rises. I heard you say that there are many This crack?"

"It's not just a lot, it's everywhere," Cassandra shook her head, "There are in the sky, on the ground, and on the seabed. The cracks, large and small, are like the cracks inside the crystal polymer, covering the entire tower. Errond. The water and fire elements that came out of it were mainly water and fire elements, and there were also some stimulated mana spirits or shadow creatures."

Byron's brows were further frowned: "For those adventurers, this is almost a heaven on earth. As long as they are strong enough, what they can gain here for a few months is enough for them to live a lifetime of prosperity after returning to Loren Continent. life, but if these fissures develop uncontrollably..."

"Unstable element rifts have a chance to disappear on their own, and they also have a chance to merge into a larger channel, and those active elements squeezed out of the channel are affected by the environment of the material world, and most of them will fall into a violent state, and rarely remain peaceful and kind. Mentality... If you leave it alone, it will indeed become a big threat, especially those water elements... They may move along the ocean currents and invade the coast of Loren Continent," Cassandra rolled her tail and let The body was raised higher—this seemed to make her speak more imposingly, "but judging from Tarrond's reaction now, it seems that the dragons will not just walk away from this mess, they If you choose to stay here, you will naturally find a way to bridge those gaps."

"Then I wish them all the best." Byron thought for a while and sighed, "Those adventurers who signed up from the Loren continent are a bunch of motley troops who only care about money, and at best they can deal with wandering in the wilderness." It is unrealistic to expect them to risk their lives to close the rift."

Cassandra didn't speak for a while, just supporting herself with her spirally coiled tail, looking at the sea in the distance, it took a long time before she broke the silence: "Don't forget to be careful of those ice floes, some of them are big enough to hit Sink your steel ships—although we have tried to choose relatively 'clean' sea areas as much as possible, but as long as we want to go to Tarrond, we cannot avoid these polar ice floes—the more we go forward."

"Don't worry, we will be fully prepared for the last part of the voyage," Byron said immediately, and at the same time looked at Cassandra curiously, "Speaking of which, why don't you return to the pilot position?"

"Did you see those dragons?" Cassandra smiled, raised her head and pointed at the small dragons hovering in the sky with the tip of her tail, "Talrond is their home, and the sea conditions ahead they He is more familiar than Kraken and Naga. After all, we swam from the bottom of the sea last time, but we didn’t take the line on the surface of the sea.”

Speaking of this, she stopped suddenly, and then said casually while sensing something: "Ah, it seems that there is something worth seeing again."

"Something worth seeing?" Byron looked at the sea curiously, "What do you mean?"

"A chaotic turbulence will be generated very close to the fleet. Rest assured, I have made precise calculations, and it will not impact our next route—but I am afraid it will impact the spirits of many people."

The siren glanced at Byron as he spoke: "You'd better order an alarm now to get the crew ready—mainly on a psychological level. At the same time, let the scholars on board get ready, The close look they've been waiting for . . . and it's coming."

Byron's face changed suddenly, he turned his head and ran towards the bridge, while Cassandra turned her head to look at the still calm and empty sea. Already looming.

After crossing this chaotic turbulence, the fleet will arrive in Tarrond.

A moment later, harsh sirens sounded on all the ships in the fleet one after another, and Byron's characteristic rough voice came from the ship's radio:

"Attention! Disordered turbulence is forming near the route-this turbulence will not endanger the fleet, but everyone still needs to be safe!

"Irrelevant personnel return to the cabin immediately, all ships shrink the queue, and do not deviate from the safe route!"

Chapter 1149

When sailing on the ocean far from the land, the deadly disordered turbulence is the biggest risk that travelers have to face-these sudden and powerful magic disturbances come and go without a trace, and will make a piece of land in a very short period of time. The ocean ranges from calm to extreme environments, and each time covers a fairly wide swath of space.

For ocean-going ships that lack effective early warning means and protective means, these characteristics of disordered turbulence are undoubtedly a fatal threat. Lack of effective early warning means that the ship cannot evade in advance, the deterioration speed is extremely fast, and the coverage area is wide , It means that the ship has no time to escape the storm area before suffering fatal damage, and once it falls into the extreme weather caused by disorderly turbulence, an old-fashioned ship may be dismantled into pieces within ten minutes.

In order to challenge the ocean, the two human empires have each developed advanced ships based on their technological routes—the Typhons have created weather warnings that can perceive the scale and location of disordered turbulence to a certain extent by restoring ancient storm relics Instruments, and developed a protective system that is sufficient to protect the ship for a long time in extreme weather conditions. The Cecilians built large warships with strong alloys, and used energy shields to enhance the protection of the ships. At the same time, they introduced Kraken And Naga's navigation technology to avoid the risks caused by disordered turbulence to the greatest extent.

It is not yet known which of the two routes is better or worse, but one thing is certain, that is, they are still very new and still in a very immature stage.

Therefore, in addition to carrying out the task of delivering support materials, the fleet led by Bitter Winter also shoulders an important mission, which is to collect meteorological data in the far sea area as much as possible, collect all data related to disordered turbulence, and wait for them Return safely, these materials will become the precious wealth of Cecil, and even all mortal civilizations on Loren Continent.

The alarm sounded on every ship, and the crew and passengers who heard the alarm reacted instantly, and returned to their respective posts or a safer space inside the ship as quickly as possible.

Byron returned to the bridge of the Winter, looking down from a high place as the well-trained soldiers quickly went to work and prepared to deal with the chaotic turbulence: under the control of the operator, the ship's shields were at their shortest The power ridge starts to be charged in the second stage, and a large amount of seawater is pumped into the element conversion pool, and is converted into ice-cold pure water with extremely high efficiency, ready to act as an additional element when the power ridge is overheated. cooling medium.

All of this is in order. Although the operators are nervous and busy, they don't feel the panic at the moment of the storm, and Byron knows that even if the situation on the other ships is worse than that of the Winter, it will not be too far behind. .

Well-trained is one thing, another reason is that this is not the first "magic storm" that the fleet has encountered on this voyage - since setting sail in North Harbor, the fleet has encountered it in the vast open sea area Three far-distance disordered turbulences and one nearer disordered turbulence, as we all know: restless magic turbulence is a very common phenomenon in the open sea, and considering the priority of the task and the loss during the voyage, even With Kraken and Naga as the navigators, the fleet can't deviate too far from the planned route, but sticks to the edge of the safe route while avoiding the storm area as much as possible, which leads to the separation of the crew on board Five will see the "frightening natural wonders" appearing in the distance.

Passing by the disorderly turbulence several times has already made the sailors on the ships get rid of the panic mentality at the beginning. Although they are still not very comfortable, at least they can perform normally in their posts.

However, judging from the words of Siren Cassandra, this time it seems that this time will be the closest time that the Winter has come to the disorderly turbulence since it set sail from North Harbor... The scene may be more beautiful than the storm area "grazed" at such a close distance. It was more exciting before.

At this moment, a roar from high above suddenly exploded, interrupting Byron's cranky thoughts on the bridge. At the same time, another bright blue light shone in from the crystal glass window on one side, instantly covering the The entire bridge was reflected in a piece of sea blue, and everyone on the Cold Winter was tense for an instant—the chaotic turbulence began.

In a way without warning, a large piece of gorgeous curtain of light suddenly rose above the sea area near the sailing fleet. That scene was like the sky suddenly bursting, and the ancient starlight splashed down from the cracked hole in the sky. The fluttering curtain of light stretches across the sky, but this beautiful scene will not bring any good follow-up. Following the appearance of the light curtain is a giant lightning that suddenly penetrates the sky and the sea, countless large and small high-energy sparks Also follow these lightnings to grow out of the air!

The violent energy release process began, and the entire sea area began to enter a state of charging. The filled water elements quickly "boiled" under the influence of magic power, huge waves rose on the sea surface, and strong winds roared. The sea surface was vast and calm just a second ago At this moment, a destructive high-wall giant curtain is rising, pressing down in front of the crew of the Winter and all other ships with a very powerful posture-at the nearest position, this "curtain wall" is even only [-] meters away from the fleet. It was several kilometers away, which made it look even more terrifying.

At this moment, even a warrior with a heart as strong as steel could not help but feel a heartfelt tremor in front of this terrifying natural force.

……

Inside the Mary on Ice, adventurers are gathering in the internal dining room below the deck according to the instructions. The reinforced portholes on the side of the dining room are constantly lit up with the dazzling blue light when the magic power is released or the pale light brought by lightning. The iron and mechanical ship that was already like a mountain on the sea was swaying left and right, and disturbing creaking sounds were constantly coming from certain corners.All the high-spirited and aggressive adventurers in the past were all nervous at this moment, their faces were tense, and their fists hidden under the table were clenched white - no one talked loudly or spoke loudly to the strict officials on board. The rules express their opinions, but they are all quiet like students in the college waiting for the teacher to hand out their test papers.

The young huntress Lola was sitting near the porthole with a pale face - she didn't really want to see the storm raging outside, but it would be more disturbing to hide away from the porthole and just listen to the sound , so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit here, while paying attention to how far the clear storm dividing line was from the ship, she couldn't help muttering: "I don't like this feeling...there is something so powerful that I'm trapped in a In a tin can, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered..."

"This will help you feel awe of the power of nature," a middle-aged man wearing a druid's short robe sat nearby, trying to maintain a calm expression and an elder-like calm and wise tone to Laura. Said, "In the face of powerful natural forces, one's bravery and skillful combat must bow one's head after all. In this storm, I realized some truths that are hard to reach on land..."

Laura looked down at the underside of Mr. Druid's table, and immediately felt admiration from the bottom of her heart—to be fair, she couldn't make the cowhide so round and natural when her legs were almost shaking. .

She retracted her gaze, and subconsciously glanced at the "adventurer" old gentleman sitting opposite her, only to be surprised to see a pair of excited eyes, which were staring at the sea outside the window.

"Did you see it just now?!" Modil said happily, as if he saw a golden mountain in front of his eyes, "Did you see the moment when the disordered turbulent flow was just generated? The energy release of the source point is from high altitude Started, and I bet at least at the top of the static boundary layer...maybe even in the turbulent layer! So the disordered turbulence on the sea surface should actually be a 'by-product' of some upper atmospheric phenomenon-humans can't predict its occurrence simply Nothing could be more normal! Our vision is too low!"

Laura's face became more and more weird, but her mentality was stabilized a lot under the leadership of this old man. She swallowed, and asked with some difficulty: "This is the case, you still have the mind to do your 'research' Is it?"

"This kind of situation? Of course it's this kind of situation! Do you know how rare this kind of situation is?" Modil suddenly widened his eyes, "If it weren't for experienced navigators and these advanced mechanical ships, we might There is no way to observe the formation process of the magic turbulence at such a close and safe distance, and some secrets will never be solved-I guess the smart people on the Winter Winter must have observed the phenomenon just now, but they don't know Are you thinking the same as me... Hey, unfortunately, what I just said was just speculation, if you really want to verify what happened in the sky, you have to fly up to see it yourself..."

"Are you still planning to fly up to see it!?" Laura was shocked, "You must think about it! This is not just a matter of going shoulder to shoulder with the dragon..."

"I know, I know, that's what I said," Mordir waved his hands repeatedly before Laura finished speaking, "Such an action requires very careful planning and preparation, at least including a full set of magic boosting equipment and protective equipment , and a brave deputy, a reliable notary of the will, and a will with no typos, now these conditions are gone, I will honestly stay in the cabin."

Laura: "..."

Modil didn't care how wonderful Miss Hunter's face was. He just glanced at the storm outside the window again, his eyes were in a daze, and his tone hesitated: "Speaking of which... I always feel that this scene is familiar. I'm not Speaking of the storms I saw on the boat a few times before, I mean...I always feel as if I have experienced this thing in person a long time ago, and it was so close...or even closer..."

Laura has long been used to the shocking words that this old man with a bad memory suddenly recalled when he recalled the past, anyway, she was idle at this time, so she followed the other person's words: "Closer? How is it possible! Then I am afraid that it will be directly swallowed by that terrible storm! We are simply sailing along its edge..."

"You're right, then I should have been swallowed by the storm," Mordir looked at Laura with a serious face, "so I must have been swallowed by the storm, but by some kind of miraculous luck, I must have survived , and then had an adventure great enough to brag to posterity for centuries - and the bad thing is, I forgot about all those great adventures! I lost the chance to brag to posterity... Wait, do I have any descendants?"

The old mage suddenly covered his forehead and muttered in great trouble, but this time he didn't hear the Miss Hunter in front of him use words to guide or explain himself—in fact, at this moment, he felt that the surroundings suddenly changed. Be extremely quiet.

The confusion in his mind gradually subsided, Mordir slowly let go of his hands and raised his head, looking at everything around him in a daze.

The entire restaurant was empty, and the adventurers who had crowded the restaurant before seemed to evaporate into this world in an instant. A weird, faded black and white texture covered everything in his vision. Under this black and white cover, All the dining tables, walls, floors, and roofs are in a slightly distorted state, as if a weird filter is covering his sight, and everything in his sight presents a projection that only exists in another world .

The Shadowlands... a lot like the Shadowlands, but not quite the same.

Modir instinctively made judgments in his mind, but he himself did not understand why he could judge such things so quickly and naturally. He did not remember what dealings he had with the Shadow Realm, let alone the corresponding knowledge in his mind Where did it come from.

Cautiously, the old mage looked out of the porthole.

A huge gray-white figure covered with large and small gray and white cracks came into his eyes without warning.

The vast sea outside the porthole has turned into a "desert" at this moment, with gray-white sand filling the sky and the earth, and that figure is sitting in the middle of this barren and endless world, leaning on a crumbled and distorted throne, or an altar .The figure was dressed in pitch-black clothing, and looked like a woman, but because her body was too large, she couldn't get a glimpse of her whole body. Countless gray-white cracks covered her body, in a state that did not conform to the laws of optics and Her figures are superimposed together, which looks weird but reveals sacredness, majesty and frightening.

This is a sight Mordir has never seen, and even a sight that mortals should never have a glimpse of.

However, he felt an abnormal calm in his heart, as if he had not only seen this figure, but even seen countless faces of her...

At this moment, he heard a voice, it was a lazy female voice, it sounded directly in the whole world, as if it was everywhere: "... Is there any new story?"

Modil was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know if the voice was directed at him, and he didn't know if he should respond, but in this short moment of his astonishment, another voice suddenly appeared, responding to the inquiry from heaven and earth : "...all my stories have been told to you more than once, of course, we can tell them again.

"It's just that it's your turn to tell your story before I start telling it."

Modier's eyes widened instantly.

He recognized the voice that responded.

It was his own voice! !

The old mage felt that his heart suddenly started to beat faster, he felt that he was finally approaching an answer that he had been pursuing for centuries, but he didn't know if he was ready for the corresponding answer, at the same time, that The lazy female voice that echoed between heaven and earth also sounded again: "Indeed, it's my turn—but I have no story to tell... I only have a recent dream."

In the next second, Modil heard the voice that was almost identical to his own again: "Dreams are not really stories... But anyway, sometimes your dreams are much more interesting than stories."

Chapter 1150 Return and Arrival

Faded, desolate, vast and boundless, full of distorted and unusual sense of visual dislocation everywhere.

Sitting in the empty sailor's restaurant, Modil felt that he was trapped in a strange and abnormal time and space. All the information he saw and heard here seemed to be separated by a thick curtain, and before his eyes This thickened reinforced window is the embodiment of this curtain - the vast but desolate "desert" outside the window is the other side of the curtain, on that side hides the truth that he has been pursuing for a long time .

However, he has a feeling... For the current self, it is also a place where he should never set foot.

The two voices had gone away at some point, and the whole world fell into silence. He looked at the desert outside the window, and saw that huge figure leaning on the throne or the altar seemed to have fallen into absolute stillness, with gray and white cracks all over his body. But suddenly it seemed to come alive and began to gradually spread to the surroundings, and behind that extremely huge black figure, in the depths of the extremely far desert, he vaguely saw some scenes like a mirage, and there seemed to be a black area indistinctly. The city appeared there, but in an instant it disappeared into the sky and the earth as the pale wind and sand rolled by...