Sword of Dawn

"If you don't want to, then pack your bags, cross the Bridge of Homecoming, and travel the continent, like other elves of your age, to see what the outside world looks like. Your knowledge and Racial talent can make you welcome in most parts of the Loren continent, and in those places ruled by humans, dwarves, and goblins, you can learn far more abundant and extensive knowledge than me. If you have the opportunity, You can also go to the moss forest in the north, where our distant relatives live, and the way of the gray elves will benefit you a lot.

"No matter which path you choose, remember: don't deal with those congregations gathered in the mountains, they may invite you, they may support you, they may even call you the new sage and leader , but you must not be blinded by these—leave immediately, the farther you go, the better."

Apprentice Karl's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at his mentor in disbelief: "You want me to completely cut off the relationship with your followers... But isn't it too ruthless to do so? After all, they followed You have been here for so many years, everything we need to live here is also them..."

"Carl, have you forgotten what I just said? Don't believe too much in the loyalty and devotion shown by those congregants... After I leave, all their loyalty and devotion will shatter and dissipate like reflections in water, and the royal family's liquidation will It will come soon, when the mob realizes that the Silver Queen is serious this time, they will immediately sell everything they can, and you will be the first 'chip' worth being betrayed."

Apprentice Karl opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head - he knew that his mentor's judgment in this regard was accurate, and as the last apprentice selected by the mentor, he didn't even have this vision.

Beside him, a satisfied smile finally appeared on the mentor's face, and then the venerable old man once again turned his eyes to the distant mountains, watching the golden sunset over the mountains gradually gilding the bridge of returning home. Bright colors like a rainbow.

In a trance, he seemed to see a figure from 3000 years ago. It was the highest priestess in gorgeous robes, standing in the distance like a messenger of God. It was the silver monarch of the previous generation. queen.

A long, long time ago, the Silver Queen once threw out an invitation to him, inviting him to become a sharp blade of secular imperial power to stabilize the situation in the empire and rebuild the people's faith, but at that time he flinched—he dared not To do those "rebellious" things, he sat by and watched the former highest priestess fight alone, and watched her be denounced as a "fallen" and "believers" by countless priests and believers, and watched her die early.

Today, another silver queen once again threw out an invitation to him, asking him to go to a "covenant of the gods" - the young queen didn't say anything clearly, but the old priest who had dealt with her belief all her life knew that This invitation never came back.

He was finally able to make up for the regrets of the year.

"His Majesty Istar... I will gladly attend the appointment this time."

The old priest withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the hut behind him, and at the same time said to his apprentice: "Carl, go back and help me pack my luggage—the sun is going down."

……

"The sun is going down...we've been here for so long."

On a wide avenue at the edge of the dense forest, the high-ranking maid Elaine looked up at the gradually darkening sky, and muttered softly.

In the distance, the high mountain where the "sage" lives in seclusion is gradually being swallowed by the spreading twilight, and at the foot of the mountain, bright lights are shining on both sides of the wide road extending from the valley all the way—those light sources come from the road The quaint stone tablets neatly arranged on both sides, the stone tablet looks like some kind of ancient ruins covered with moss and vines, and on the top is a ball of light that is as bright as a high-quality magic spar. These unique "street lamps" are buried in the The underground vein control nodes are under unified command. The nodes collect the sensor signals from the treetops, judge the light, and then transmit the activation instructions to the light-emitting units on the stele.

This simple and stable system has been running in infrastructure throughout the empire for tens of thousands of years. It has undergone countless renovations and maintenance, and it is still sensitive and reliable.

"It should be cool tonight in most of Thrandumen Province," the Silver Queen Belsetia said casually. "The weather is not bad."

Elaine turned her head and looked at Belsetia: "Your Majesty, do you think that the sage of Azmael will really cooperate with us to the north as he promised? I am always a little worried, after all He has been refusing the invitation of the royal family and various honorary titles bestowed by you personally..."

"He will," Belsetia nodded lightly. "Since he has already agreed, there will be no other twists and turns in this matter—I know him very well, just as he knows me very well."

"...The Sage of Azmore was the most trusted high-ranking priest of His Majesty Istar. During the Istar period, he was once regarded as the second eye of the God of Nature," Elaine was silent for a moment, leading He said with a little emotion, "Even after so many years, even if he has long chosen to live in seclusion, there are still a large number of elves gathered around him in Thrandumen Province..."

"Those who gathered around him were not necessarily the ones who really followed the gods of nature, and those who did follow the gods of nature... most of them have really 'gone with the gods' in the past 3000 years," Bell said. Setia said lightly, and then shook her head, "Nowadays, there are not many 'ancient sages' like Azmael who are still alive in the world, and each of them is concerned about those who have tried their best to stay outside the order of the empire. The members of the secret sect who established another order are equivalent to living "harbors" and "big trees". In the past thirty centuries, some "sages" made mistakes and were found by the royal family to liquidate them, but they still There are those who are low-key and neutral like Azmore... Neither my grandmother nor my father can do anything about them."

"...You sent these sages to the north for an 'appointment'. In essence, it is no different from forced liquidation. No matter how good your reasons are, many things behind this cannot be explained publicly," Elaine said with some concern , as the closest person to the Queen of Silver, and as one of the staff of the Silver Empire in the Theocracy Council, she has recently learned many truths related to the gods, "As long as the core facts are not made public, then your political opponents I will definitely find a way to make a fuss—the elves who follow behind the sages will definitely become restless."

"Sooner or later there will be such a chaos, and from my father's reign, we know it is inevitable," Belsetia said quietly, "My father left this problem to me, and I can't Leave this question to the next generation—those ancient sages are very old, but they have been blessed by God, and the blessing has not dissipated until today. God knows how many years they can live.

"I can't let those secret religion groups continue to gain cohesion from the sages, and I can't let them continue this cycle of 'breeding-destruction-hunting-liquidation-re-breeding' indefinitely.

"This 'invitation' from the gods at least gave me a chance to make up my mind and...a reason."

The maid Elaine lowered her head and said no more.

Belsetia smiled faintly, and looked away from Elaine. She glanced at the sky in the distance, shook her head and said, "We should go, Elaine—the sun is really going down."

Chapter 1176 Adventurer's Camp

The howling cold wind sweeps across the land, and now only endless ruins and wandering monsters are left in the ancient country destroyed by the flames of war. Except for a small number of safe areas and reconstruction isolation zones, you can look far into the distance on this land. Apart from the ruins, all I saw were strange landscapes distorted by the "miracle power of the gods".

And farther away from the plains, the rolling hills and mountains are gradually being covered by hard ice-after losing the protection of the large shield, the former Longgong ecosystem has completely stopped, and the polar regions The climate is quickly taking over this piece of land that is gradually returning to its original state. Permafrost, glaciers, and frost are forces that belong to nature and are spreading from the coastline to the inland. The piece of land is corrected to its natural proper state.

This is an unimaginable realm in the warm and stable human world-whether it is the destructive gesture here or the incredible polar environment here.

However, for adventurers who cross the endless sea with great ambitions and vow to dig a pot of gold in this mysterious place, the harsh natural environment here is not too much to consider. The wandering elemental creatures and the rare things that can be seen almost everywhere have attracted almost all of their sights.

The temporary capital of Tarrond, on the south side of New Argondor, a newly-built urban area is bathed in the long-lasting sunlight during the polar day. This urban area is surrounded by high walls like other wasteland strongholds, and the high walls are dominated by huge stones , the middle is poured with the alloy melted by the dragon flames. Although the shape is rough, it can provide the most precious security in this dangerous land. There are wide and straight roads in the stronghold. Hundreds of buildings made of stone, metal and Neatly lined within the walls were other houses of easily gathered materials, all of which were utilitarian and, if they lacked ornament, at least durable.

Here is the newly established adventurer's camp - the Dragon Clan, adventurers, alliance aid troops, and volunteers sent by the Holy Dragon Principality worked together to complete the construction of this urban area in a short period of time, perhaps with Compared with the extremely luxurious Tarrond palace buildings in the old days, this place is not so beautiful and beautiful, but when these straight and rigid houses and high walls stand in the cold wind, they can still present a kind of breathtaking beauty. The roughness and power of admiration.

After the first bell rang in the morning, the young huntress Lola left the assigned barracks with several fellow adventurers, and they walked towards the adventurer management hall in the center of the town. Adventurers are all heading in the same direction as them.A gust of wind blew from across the street, and the coolness in the wind woke up Laura's sleepy mind instantly. She shivered a little, and couldn't help muttering: "This place is really fucking cold..."

A companion next to her looked up at the sky above the town, a layer of translucent energy shield rose from the top of the distant wall, covering all the streets and houses inside the wall, she shook her head: "It's not bad, at least The construction team finally completed the town shield two days ago. With this shield, the temperature in the residential area will slowly rise—it’s really cold outside the fence now, without frost With resistance potion and enough protective items, even a transcendent like us may not be able to last long."

"Fortunately, the frost resistance potion is distributed for free, and the protective device can be recharged directly in the magic net charging station." Laura rubbed her nose, restraining the urge to sneeze, "although I don't understand how those things work , but I have to admit that magic technology is really a good thing... If these things were kept in the past, who would be willing to use them as daily consumables?"

The companions deeply agreed, and at the same time, the most important facility in this city for adventurers finally appeared before their eyes.

Adventurer Management Hall - It is one of the tallest buildings here, and one of the strangest buildings. Those powerful dragons cut a part of it directly from a collapsed Tarrond palace. The building structure was placed in the middle of the camp, and it was repaired a little to make it a meeting point for adventurers. This makes it very different from other buildings in the camp, but it also has enough eye-catching benefits.

Considering the size of the giant dragon, the palace they lived in could be called a mansion even if they cut out a toilet and threw it in the human world. The size of this hall is naturally impressive enough for adventurers.

Standing at the entrance of this "hall", Lola saw that the roughly cylindrical building glowed with pale gold in the sunlight, and could vaguely see that there were still mottled reliefs on the outer wall of its original splendor. With painted patterns, the arch columns and decorative multiple eaves above the hall were damaged in many places in previous disasters, and now they are filled and covered with temporary materials, and the mottled appearance has a sense of vicissitudes.

Looking up like this for a while, Laura couldn't help having strange thoughts in her heart, and muttered in a low voice: "...Isn't this really a toilet cut out from a certain dragon palace?"

The companion on the side immediately cast a horrified look: "Damn it, Laura, how could you have such a weird idea?!"

"Ahem, maybe I was influenced by him when I chatted with Mr. Mordill last time," Laura immediately coughed twice in embarrassment, rubbed his forehead and muttered in a low voice, "He said he was a polymath, and then Various things in the camp made some bold associations..."

"Modir..." The companion on the side is obviously no stranger to this name—an old man who seems to be a grandfather to almost everyone suddenly appeared in the group of adventurers who are mainly young and middle-aged. A thing that attracted enough attention, not to mention that this old gentleman is a powerful mage who claims to have traveled the whole world and has a lot of mysterious knowledge. Frankly speaking, this kind of person should not appear in a group of people. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a mob Among the adventurers, in the old days, he should be provided by the royal family of a certain country, and he will be passed down from generation to generation in the warehouse with frost static stagnation. Freeze it and keep it carefully...

Obviously, vulgar and superficial mercenaries and adventurers have overly exaggerated imaginations and misunderstandings about concepts such as "royal royal mage advisor", but this exaggerated imagination can at least explain the adventurers in the camp. What kind of impression does the old Mr. Dill have—almost everyone thinks that the old gentleman went to the wrong place, except for the person himself.

"That mage really likes to say some weird things, but I suggest you not take his description too seriously," the companion thought about the words, looked around carefully, and then lowered his voice and said to Laura—— After all, this is talking about an awe-inspiring caster behind his back. Although Mordier usually has a gentle attitude towards the outside world and has a good relationship with everyone, he still has to be nervous at this time, "You know, then An old man, he..."

While talking, this companion who was also a hunter stroked his head with his hand: "The brain is not very good."

Lola didn't know how to respond, so she could only smile awkwardly, then waved her hand, turned and walked towards the management hall.

In order to make the building originally prepared for the dragon adapt to the human body, this "recycled" building has undergone a thorough transformation. Lola and his companions first passed through a gate that was added later. Then he passed through a porch before entering the extremely wide rotunda.In the hall, there are still huge columns for humans, and the windows for issuing tasks, registering rewards, receiving supplies, and auction transactions are set around these huge columns, and there are very eye-catching signs hanging on them. Even adventurers and mercenaries who are not good at obeying discipline can find exactly where they should go.

The sunlight penetrates the crystal dome at the top of the hall, and undergoes complex refraction on the surface of the cracked polymer shell, accurately spreading the entire interior space. Even if there is no light here, there are almost no dark areas in the entire hall.

Before walking towards the task release area, Laura subconsciously looked up at the crystalline dome made of unknown substances, guessing how much it would be worth if it was brought to the human world, and almost at the same time, she heard a familiar A voice came from the side, obviously speaking to himself: "Have you also noticed the complex optical design contained in this dome? It's incredible, Laura... Just such a detail reminds us of the huge How far the civilization of the dragon has developed... However, it is a pity that almost none of the people who come and go here can perceive the information contained in it... Fortunately, there are young people like you who are astute and good at thinking , you can pay attention to the treasures of knowledge buried in the ruins with me..."

Laura shrunk her neck immediately. She followed the prestige and saw the familiar figure: wearing a black mage's short robe, a black soft hat, white beard and hair, old-fashioned, standing beside the crowd like an old man who had gone through the wrong door. In the hall of adventurers who come and go, while lamenting things that others cannot understand, while controlling the pen and paper floating in mid-air, they keep writing and calculating.

Recalling that before entering the door, she was still talking about the old gentleman with her partners behind her back, and Laura felt a little embarrassed. She smiled unnaturally, and then restrained her real thoughts about those crystals in her heart just now and reluctantly Respond to the other party's topic: "It is indeed as you said, these things... well, they are amazing, they are all amazing."

Modil seemed to have noticed the embarrassment and nervousness in the young girl's attitude. He just smiled, ended the current topic kindly, and looked up at the column where the mission release counter was located: "Go together?"

Laura was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened in surprise: "You... finally decided to accept the mission?"

"I can't always follow the construction team to adjust those shields and crystal towers-although these tasks are quite interesting, but I didn't come to this barren land to blow the cold wind because of hiding in the camp," Modil said. He laughed happily, "I have collected a lot of information related to the external environment these days, including what the dragons said, and what the adventurers and mercenaries who returned from the previous exploration missions described. I feel that I have Ready to engage in external action."

"...a cautious attitude and sufficient intelligence are necessary conditions for survival and combat in an unfamiliar environment. You are indeed an experienced adventurer..." Lola smiled and nodded, "Then let's go together. "

During the period from morning to noon every day, the columns around the mission release area are always the busiest places in the entire hall, where the envoys from Tarrond will announce the recent "advancement" around Agondor At the same time, the jury announced the recent exploration and cleanup plan of the wasteland, and a large number of tasks were distributed to the counter, and the adventurers gathered here used this to plan their own action arrangements for the day or the next few days.

Usually there will not be too forced or urgent recruitment, because the role of the adventurers from Loren here is more of a help, limited by the real strength of this motley army, the tasks assigned to them are usually limited to Clear scattered monsters around the city or gather resources in the ruins—the real danger areas are handled by real Tarrond warriors, and adventurers themselves know this very well.

The role of the adventurers here is to free up the stretched dragon warriors in Tarrond from security chores and deal with those things that are really a big threat. This is what everyone knows before they set off from North Port. things.

"The initial exploration and boundary determination work in the entire southern region has ended... The main energy of the dragons is still to expand the safe area under the control of Agondor, and to search for possible survivor camps in the southern region..."

Under the huge column, Laura looked up at the bulletin board illuminated by the sun, and at the same time summarized the content written on it in a low voice. Apart from Mordir, there were many adventurers around who were also reading the bulletin board like her. The announcement that was just posted today——from those ink-stained texts, smart people can roughly summarize the exploration and development direction of the Dragon Clan for the next period of time, and make some preparations in advance.

"The second direction of advancement is to the west," Modil read faster than Laura. He had already seen the second half of the public document, and the content on it made him a little more serious, "cleaning the hilly area on the west side Wandering spirits and elemental creatures, stabilizing the security border, assisting the advance team soldiers to open the way to the crystal rock hill... This is a bit interesting, the mission area is the farthest among all the areas so far, and you can participate with a first-level license... Is it because the 'regular army' of the advance team acts as the main force throughout the whole process, so there is no danger?"

Hearing Mordir's grunt, Laura also cast her eyes on the second half of the announcement. She frowned slightly: "But this is still the most risky area... The road leading to the crystal rock hill is still open. It has not been fully opened, and it is said that there are even active elemental rifts on the road..."

"I'm interested in this," Modilton showed an excited look, "There are active elemental rifts, which means that there are fresh elemental creatures. I have to find a way to catch a few and inquire about the situation of the elemental world... Do you want to come with me?"

Chapter 1177 Adventurer's Road

Half an hour later, Laura and a group of adventurers came to the pre-departure preparation area. Looking at the supplies distributed to her and the temporary teammates around who were talking and laughing and preparing for work, the young woman The hunter is still a little dazed - she was only planning to see if there were any routine tasks of clearing scattered elemental creatures near the camp today, how could she be included in the more dangerous "advancing team" with a twist of her face? up?

The old mage Mordir next to her had a happy face. This old man, who was more energetic than a young man, stuffed the frost resistance potion issued to his hand into his clothes while casually talking to his side. The adventurer said: "Actually, the thing they sent me is useless at all. I'm not afraid of such a little cold air-you young people with poor physique need to take better protection. The temperature in the polar regions is not a joke. Yes. If any of you on the way run out of resistance potions, you can come to me and ask for..."

The adventurer who was accosted stared blankly at this old man who could at least be his grandfather by visual inspection, and he hesitated to speak a few times, but finally swallowed it back—after all, the realm of the extraordinary is not the same as that of ordinary people. Similarly, this gray-haired old man is actually a magician with mysterious power. With the blessing of powerful spells, an old man may not be physically weaker than the so-called "young and middle-aged man". At this time, I silently nodded and said Maybe it's more polite...

Immediately afterwards, Modir's attention was placed on Laura, who had never spoken. The old gentleman had a smile on his face: "Laura, you don't look very energetic—this doesn't seem like a person who is about to go The state that a soldier going to perform a mission should have."

"In the beginning, I was actually planning to participate in the clean-up mission in the east area of ​​the camp," Luo La woke up from a state of distraction, and said helplessly while smiling awkwardly, "I didn't plan to sign up for the advancement team...you can't help but say So he dragged me to sign up here..."

"I've consulted your opinion... Did I remember it wrong?" Modil blinked and knocked on his head in confusion, but he quickly put these trivial issues behind him, "Ah, I can't remember—it seems that I need to apologize to you, Miss Laura, do you want to quit? We haven't set off yet..."

"No," Laura sighed helplessly. For some reason, when she faced this old gentleman who behaved a bit weird in daily life, she always had a certain sense of déjà vu, as if... The confused but enthusiastic grandfather is like dealing with her, and since his grandfather passed away, she has not had a similar feeling for many years, which makes her always relax when she is in front of Modil, and is impressed by this super-active man. Influenced by the old man, "It's still around the camp."

"Emperor Gawain Cecil said a very good saying - Wealth and wealth are in danger, my lady, we are not here to enjoy comfort," a swordsman next to him laughed heartily, "Look Didn't you usually take part in 'advancing the team'? Believe me, the benefits of this kind of task are definitely much more satisfying than 'cleaning up' near the camp. The place near the exploration boundary is full of more active elements Creatures and mana-enriched areas, those things are not much stronger than the monsters around the camp, but the highly purified elemental nuclei and the occasional crystals from the mana surge are much more valuable than low-quality elemental mixtures... ..."

"And if you're lucky, you can pick up the treasures left over from the previous Tarrond era - those good things escaped the fire of war, lying intact in the mud and frozen ground," another female swordsman said more happily He said in a tone of voice, "Those things can be easily exchanged for a piece of real estate in Loren Continent, but they are buried in the ground with charred stones here... Tsk tsk, I can't imagine these dragons fighting in the war. What kind of luxurious life did you live before..."

"It feels like they all live like kings..." "That's for sure, I heard a dragon clan say last time that they had a butler in each house, what's their name... Omega intelligent assistant or something Every household has a butler, do you dare to think about such a life?" "I dare not think about it, and I can't think about it—anyway, it's gone now..." "It's a pity."

The topic of adventurers is always easy to get lively, especially when the topic has something to do with wealth. This improvised "troop" soon became a lively discussion. Not long ago, they came from all over the world and their backgrounds At this moment, different people are chatting eagerly like best friends for many years, exchanging views, and it seems that a deep friendship has been brewed in the conversation-this friendship will occasionally help them improve their chances of survival in the next joint action , Let yourself have an extra arm to pull yourself up when you fall down, but more often than not, the greatest meaning of this "friendship" is just to create some high morale and let everyone dispel tension and fear.

Friendship will start from the bragging before the departure, and end with the last count after returning to the camp. Of course, if everyone is lucky and can live through this "cycle" several times together, the true battlefield friendship will be established. Get up, and be strengthened in several wine and meat interlacings, and finally last until everyone dies.

This is the way of life that adventurers—including mercenaries who lick their blood—are familiar with.

But not all adventurers will live like this, and there are many "solitary" heterogeneous existences among them, and Lola can be counted as one of them.

The young huntress doesn't like this kind of forced acquaintance chat, she just arranges her equipment silently:

Three frost resistance potions from the camp logistics team, this once expensive alchemy product is now distributed to every adventurer for free to resist the cold environment of Tarrond; the magic terminal for personal protection, after paying A good thing rented after a small deposit, the biggest function of this product of modern industry is to produce a single-person breeze shield. In addition to helping to resist the cold wind, it can also allow the user to survive safely in a toxic environment.

This second function is particularly important: in this dangerous wasteland, toxic environments are often accompanied by adventurers, and the boundaries of the safe zone are full of leaking factory pipes, contaminated elemental fissures and toxic gas wells. A transcendent with a strong physique will die from these environmental poisons if he is not careful.

If you want to operate safely in the wasteland of Tarrond today, you must ensure a 24-hour uninterrupted protective effect. If it were placed in the old days, most extraordinary people with average strength would not be able to achieve this kind of thing with their own magic power alone, but Today's non-tiring machines can do this, all it needs is an adequate supply of mana and careful inspection and maintenance.Laura didn't dare to neglect this matter. After all, she knew that the last careless and unlucky guy had already died in a factory ruin near the camp. The gold coin has become a victim of toxic exhaust gas, and its name is still hung high in the most prominent place in the adventurer's hall. By this time next year, the grass on the grave will probably be very tall...

"Stop chatting, check gear, check gear."

A shield warrior who looked more mature and stable noticed Laura's silent actions, and immediately reminded the casual comrades who were a bit too sloppy, so the adventurers finally calmed down a little, and began to skillfully check the life-saving things .

After a short while like this, the bell representing the ready gate finally rang in the assembly area, and more than a dozen adventurer teams who had each received their missions began to move to the departure passage on the edge of the camp.Laura, Mordir and others left the assembly area at the back of the hall, walked through the trail named "Armed Men's Trail", and came to the end of the tall and solid wall, a gate made of alloy integrally cast Towering in front of their eyes, the thick door panels blocked the harsh weather outside the camp.

Amidst the creaking sound of the mechanical structure running, the heavy black door slowly opened, and the howling cold wind rushed in instantly. Even through a layer of breeze shield, the coldness in the Arctic region still made people accustomed to the warm environment They all shuddered.

The endless wasteland of Tarrond came into Mordir's eyes, the old mage couldn't help laughing, and walked out——

"Ah, unknown land... I'm ready!"

……

On the watchtower at the top of the high wall, Byron's gaze was cast on the vast wasteland below. He saw the adventurer's gate open, and more than a dozen heavily armed squads came out of the gate and set foot on the graveyard outside the town. Polluted and ruined plains, I couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "Hey...adventurers...Seeing this scene always reminds me of those days when I was a mercenary."

The voice of the dragon seal witch Azalena came from the side: "I don't remember that when we were mercenaries, we had such a formation and logistics - such a large-scale stronghold, an efficient management center, and professional task scheduling. And the logistics team, semi-standard equipment, and there are giant dragons in the activity area that can be used as rescue units to enter the venue at any time, not to mention mercenaries back then, the regular army did not have this treatment."

"Let's not talk about it back then, the modern regular army rarely gets this kind of treatment - this is in Tarrond, the land of giant dragons," Byron smiled and looked away, looking at the red-haired lady beside him, "I just think about it a little bit, and reminisce about those old days."

"...Agondor's managers have begun to advance the control area westward. Nearly half of today's adventurer team is advancing in the direction of the crystal rock hill. Their task is to help clean up the monsters along the way and stabilize the road. The safe boundary of the passage," Azalena said casually, "it seems that the dragons are finally not satisfied with Agondor, a safe island hanging in the wasteland."

"I've heard that those giant dragons seem to plan to open a passage to Crystal Rock Hill within a week, and set up a communication station there to receive messages from the west coast," Byron nodded, "If this If the communication station is established, the communication between Agondor and the monitoring post on the west coast will be much more convenient, at least the communication frequency can be increased to once a day..."

"Considering what the monitoring post is watching, I don't think the communication frequency is too high even once a day," Azalena shook her head, "But think about the terrible situation in Tarrond right now. Environmental foundation, it is already a miracle that they can handle this kind of long-distance communication that spans more than half of the continent, and we cannot be demanding."

"That's right... But it doesn't matter much to me," Byron shrugged, "Anyway, I should be leaving in two days."

"Are you going back to Loren Continent?" Azalena glanced at Byron in surprise, "So soon?"

Byron waved his hand and said casually: "I am the commander of the navy. My mission this time is only to escort the alliance's support materials and aid the team. Staying in Tarrond for too long does not conform to the order I received—— I have to go back to my life."

"That's true," Azarena said with a nod, and then smiled, "Then it's time for me to leave too, and we'll drop by when we go back."

"Are you leaving too?" It was finally Byron's turn to be surprised this time. He couldn't help but look up and down at the dragonborn lady in front of him, "Aren't you the leader of the support team? Don't stay here and continue to assist the dragonborn." reconstruction work?"

Azarena shook her head: "Just like you, my task is actually to bring the team safely to Tarrond——the follow-up will be taken over by other dragonborn who are in charge."

"So it's like this... I thought you would continue to be responsible for coordinating the follow-up aid and construction tasks. I was still curious, how can you, a person with nothing but drinking and fighting, be able to do such a professional thing..."

Listening to Byron's casual words, Azalena couldn't help showing a smile on her face. She looked sideways at herself, the former "mercenary captain", and grinned. If there is a substantial flow of magic power, the fiery dragon's breath rises from both sides of her cheeks.

Byron was shocked when he saw this scene: "Hey! Azalena! Don't be so serious! You're spraying me in the face now, it's a diplomatic issue!"

"It's not easy to hear such a professional word as 'diplomatic issues' from your mouth, but what's even more difficult is that you called my name correctly at once," Azalena's mouth twitched, her unformed The dragon's breath dissipated silently, and she raised her eyebrows provocatively, "Why, the impression I left on you back then was only drinking and fighting?"

"...Could it be that you want me to say 'beauty and wisdom'?" Byron thought about it carefully, and said with some uncertainty, "If you ask me to say that..."

"Forget it, I imagined the way these words came out of your mouth, and I felt like you were swearing." Azalena waved her hands with a strange expression, and then stopped suddenly, as if she was lost in thought and memory, After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "The impression in my memory... I almost can't remember what the companions who adventured with us in the southern border looked like."

Byron glanced at Azalena unexpectedly: "Don't you dragonborn have a long lifespan? I thought those things are still the same as what happened yesterday to you..."

Azarena didn't answer, she just fell into deep thought again, and after a few seconds, she slowly said, "I want to see them."

"...do you have a vacation?"

"I can please—it's not difficult."

"Then I can help you apply for an entry permit."

"Thank you, Commander."