Sword of Dawn

Enya's description came to an end for the time being. Gao Wen imagined what it would be like in the depths of the "deep sea" that is difficult for ordinary people to touch, and imagined the actual appearance around the Kingdom of God. This time, he finally had a clearer understanding of that mysterious domain. However, this impression made his complexion a little bit ugly: "I imagined it... that's really... not very livable..."

"No, you can't imagine it, because the real situation can only be worse than what I described," Enya said in a low voice, "Beyond the Kingdom of God, there are ancient ruins running around and the wreckage of dead gods one by one, the glory Around the splendid dome, is the end of destiny clearly presented. The gods live in the center of the pure and holy kingdom of God, listening to the praises and prayers of the believers, but they only need to look outside their throne...they will I can clearly see my next destiny, even in the near future. This is not as simple as being 'livable' or not'."

Gao Wen had indeed imagined what it would be like with ruins floating around the Kingdom of God, but it was not until he heard the details described by Enya that he really had a real sense of the terrible situation. After that, he couldn't help muttering: "... Those devout believers, who would have thought that there would be such a truth behind the glorious kingdom of God they imagined...Amoen and Mirmina have never followed I said something about this..."

"Because this kind of knowledge is still too dangerous, they are not 'free' like me," Enya said with a soft sigh, "but when your plan of 'opening the door' is successful, the situation will change. Change—mortals have opened the door to the Kingdom of God with their own knowledge and power, which will further loosen your civilization from its chains, and Amorn and Mirmina... can also breathe a sigh of relief."

Chapter 1193 The Passage of Crystal Rock Hill

Around the Kingdom of God, there are layer upon layer of ruins and wrecks that have been left over from ancient times to the present. The huge "ring" formed by them revolves around the Kingdom of the Gods day and night, like a blind beast eyeing a tiger. The group is waiting for the new Kingdom of God to come to an end, waiting for the unfallen gods to be torn apart and become new fragments in this huge sea of ​​ruins...

This is the realm of God described by Enya—in a sense, it should be the "deep realm" that Gao Wen had heard about, the strange realm in the deep sea that was outlined and projected by mortal thoughts.

So far, many vague and superficial concepts that he had never understood finally became clear.

After Enya's voice fell, Gao Wen was silent and thought for a long time, and then he spoke thoughtfully: "The wreckage keeps piling up like this? So can it be understood in this way, if we have a way to come to God? The country and can resist the erosion there, we can even find the historical projections of the ancient times from the sea of ​​ruins? Find the traces of thoughts created by the civilizations that have long since perished?"

"Theoretically, if you can really reach the Kingdom of God and capture those fragments, then you can do this kind of thing, but you can't go back indefinitely," Enya said softly, "Those fragments don't last indefinitely, although their rate of disintegration has become very slow, there is still a cycle of extinction-according to my memory, the oldest fragments can only survive for a few hundred thousand years after the death of civilization , After that, it will slowly become blurred and distorted, and 'sink' into the lower layers of the deep sea little by little, until it is far away from all the realms of the Kingdom of God, and becomes a meaningless noise in the deep sea, completely dissipating.

"At that time, maybe it will be the real 'end echo' of a civilization."

"Is it the last projection of a civilization left in the 'deep sea'..." Gawain suddenly felt something, imagining what kind of scene it was in his mind, and at the same time couldn't help sighing softly, but soon he realized Breaking away from the emotions, I returned my attention to the topic I talked about before, "In short, there are indeed things outside the Divine Palace, at least there are countless ruins and wrecks orbiting them with a death cycle of hundreds of thousands of years, and These 'echoes of thoughts' from the extinct civilizations of ancient times no longer possess the various powers and characteristics of 'gods'—is that so?"

A gentle voice came from Enya's eggshell: "It's almost understandable in this way."

"The ones who came to our world in the body of Sister Ferna..." Gawain frowned slightly, "Could it be these 'things' crawling out of the ruins?"

"I don't think it's possible," Enya said in a deep voice, "In the depths of my memory, before the 'stitching' happened to the dragon gods, they used to stare at the periphery of their own kingdom of God for a long time , During the tens of thousands of years of observation period, nothing that can be called a 'living thing' has ever appeared in those ruins... Like I said just now, those are just the fragments of the old era, It is the projection in the deep sea of ​​various ideological trends created by the extinct civilization. With the destruction of the main body of civilization, these projections have lost the "source" of activities. How can there be things that can crawl out of the sea of ​​ruins? come out'?"

As she spoke, the shimmering runes on the surface of Enya's eggshell slowly walked, and her tone carried a hint of memory and exclamation: "Those wreckage fragments... are just lifeless objects between the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of God. It’s just running in the chaos year after year. I... the individuals who make up me have also tried to dig out some secrets from those fragments, but firstly, we cannot leave our own kingdom of God to act at will, and secondly, we dare not Get in touch with the products of thought trends outside the Kingdom of God—the potential pollution from ancient times is hidden in the sea of ​​ruins. Although they are all 'dead' in theory, who can guarantee that there will not be a trace of thought trend projections in those ancient reverberations that can be just right? Resonate with us?"

Gawain thought for a long time, then nodded lightly, but he had some doubts: "Aside from those ruins, is there anything else outside the Kingdom of God?"

"At least in my memory...no more," Enya said in a deep voice after a little recollection, "but I also said that my memory of the Kingdom of God stopped at 1807 million years ago—after that, I Became a suture body of the gods, a monster descended in this world, my connection with the realm of the kingdom of God—or in other words, the "deep realm" was cut off. Unknown.

"However, I don't think there will be any changes in the realm of the kingdom of God... Its birth and operation are based on the basic laws of this world. As long as the basic laws of this world do not change, the projection rules of the realm of the kingdom of God will not change. , at most there will only be the constant replacement of ruins and wreckage."

Gawain thought for a while, then slowly said: "Amoen and Mirmina should know about the 'recent situation' over there, right?"

"They must have newer information than me, but I don't recommend you to ask them, at least not now," Enya solemnly reminded, "The realm of the Kingdom of God is not exclusive to a certain god, the laws behind it Point directly at the gods——before you successfully step into the Kingdom of God of War, rashly inquiring about this aspect will most likely lead to the spread of pollution. Once the information you hear from the two of them accidentally points to a certain A deity in poor condition, the 'advent' on the battlefield of Winterhold may be repeated at any time. This level of impact...is unstoppable with your immature 'anti-god barrier' technology."

To be honest, Gao Wen really had a bold idea in his mind just now, planning to feed twenty catties of jelly beans to the control mastermind of the anti-theistic barrier, overload the barrier and then run to consult with Mir Mina Regarding the situation in the Kingdom of God, he calmed down instantly when he heard Enya's serious warning, but at the same time he was vigilant in his heart, he couldn't help but want to play some tricks, so he asked casually: " Then can we use some roundabout methods-for example, you can ask them, and you can tell me after they tell you, in theory, you will neither be polluted nor pollute others..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a strange "gaze" on himself - who would believe this?He was stared at by an egg——Enya's helpless and dumbfounded voice sounded: "Why didn't I realize that you have such an 'uninhibited' side before? Do you want to use this kind of jumping method?" get out?"

"This is a bold idea of ​​mine..."

"Then put away your bold ideas, my friend, it won't work," Enya sighed, "The question is not 'who told you', the question is 'where does the knowledge come from'— —Pollution depends on the source of cognition, and this law cannot be avoided.”

"Okay, okay," Gao Wen said with a bit of embarrassment on his face, nodding and waving his hands, "but now that I've said this, I have to confirm—if we arrive at the Kingdom of God of War and see it with our own eyes, Is there really no problem? This is also a kind of cognition, but the way of cognition has changed from the two retired gods to our active exploration, so will it not touch other gods? ?”

"As long as you don't directly enter the domain of other gods, there will be no problems," Enya's answer is very affirmative this time, "As for the differences in cognitive pathways... this is the key point I have been trying to tell you all along Elements': The active exploration of mortals is towards knowledge; the 'information' from the gods is to be chased by knowledge - this is the 'direction' of pollution, regardless of the blind worship of 'black box knowledge' leading to divinity Growth, or the blind awe of the "mystery and the unknown" that leads to the growth of faith, is essentially the result of this "choice", which is exactly the mistake that the Dragon Clan made in the Reverse Tide Empire more than 100 million years ago:

"The Dragon Clan made the Reverse Tide Empire fall into the direction of being 'chased by knowledge' and was unable to reverse this process, so the birth of the God of Reverse Tide became inevitable.

"What you need to pay attention to is exactly this: No matter what method you use to explore the unknown and decipher the truth, you must remember that it is mortals who are going to meet knowledge and not fall into the fate of being chased by knowledge. This way, you can avoid most of the pollution risk.”

"You should take the initiative to meet knowledge, don't you be chased by knowledge..." Gao Wen repeated this sentence thoughtfully, his expression became serious, and finally nodded solemnly, "I made a note of it. But having said that, You feel like a worried mother today, always reminding me of various things."

The running runes on the surface of Enya's eggshell stopped for a moment, and then the helpless voice of the former goddess came from inside the eggshell: "Gao Wen, don't you think this kind of statement is a bit rude to a lady?" Is it?"

"Aha, I'm sorry," Gao Wen laughed, he obviously judged from Enya's tone that she wasn't angry, it was just a joke between two friends, "but your state today is really a bit mean. "

"Is that so..." Enya said thoughtfully, and then she focused on the small dragon egg not far away, "Probably because I have been taking care of this egg for a while... Take care of it." The process of being a cub tends to make the mentality worry about gains and losses. I always thought that this kind of thing was only effective for mortal races, but I didn’t expect that I would be affected by it myself.”

"Is that so?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, then got up from the sofa, walked to the dragon egg not far away, and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, what's the condition of this egg? Melita seems to be visiting it a lot these days?"

"Yes, Melita and Noretta have come here often recently, they are very concerned about their 'children'," Enya said with a smile in her tone, "As for this egg...it is in very good condition, it has already entered the hatching process At the end of the end, the day when the baby dragon hatches will soon come. However, this is also the most vulnerable stage of the dragon egg. The baby dragon is in the critical moment of the formation of the heart, lungs and part of the nervous system, so even I dare not check the egg casually. The situation inside the shell—but I can still feel the surging life force escaping from it, this must be a healthy and lively little guy."

"For Tarrond, the newborn baby dragon means hope," Gawain couldn't help but smile, as if he recalled the spring when this land was still hard to open up, recalling this The first baby born on the land, "We should celebrate when the time comes."

……

On the vast and scorched-earth plain, the cold wind whizzed across the large unsheltered land, bringing snow dust and dust, but on such a vast and open plain, there was An abrupt hill stands on the ground - it rises from the center of the plain, surrounded by ruins of pipes and storage tanks that have been melted and deformed to the point where the original form is almost completely indistinguishable, crystallized plate material is spread all over it, and along the uplift The terrain extends all the way up, forming a hill that seems to be cast from a large number of irregular crystals. Those criss-cross crystals point to the sky along the mountain. .

The young huntress Lola and her companions stood on the assembly ground in front of the hill, surrounded by several other teams of adventurers gathered, and several huge dragon warriors landed near the teams, covering the sky. The day's dragon wings had just been retracted, and the snow and sand disturbed by the dragon wings were gradually calming down on the ground.

"This is the crystal rock hill..." Laura raised her head, stared at the strangely shaped hill in front of her, and her eyes fell on the jagged and intertwined crystal clusters, with an exclamation in her voice, "I have worked hard for so long... from Ah The safe passage from Gondor to Crystal Rock Hill has finally been stabilized, and when the forward camp is established here, there will be a large area of ​​safety.”

A companion smiled beside her: "Yeah - thinking about it this way, I really have a sense of accomplishment, as if I have done something great."

Lola nodded with a smile. She knew that the adventurers gathered in this land were not heroes. They traveled all the way to this barren land just to get rich once they returned. That's all - the high-energy materials that can be seen everywhere on the land of Tarrond, as well as the elements and spirit creatures that are already rare in the Loren continent attract them, let them fight here, this kind of motivation... no matter how beautified the description , nor great.

But when they and the giant dragon cleared away the danger in an area, rebuilt a crucial passage, and opened up a new safe zone in the wasteland, even the most selfish adventurers will inevitably feel the danger in their hearts. There will be some passionate feelings and the touch of "becoming a hero".

"It looks so beautiful," a female swordsman narrowed her eyes, admiring the clear crystals on the crystal rock hill. "I heard that this used to be a factory? What raw materials escaped after the factory melted down were impacted by divine power, Turned into this beautiful crystallization...it looks like a crown..."

However, as soon as the female swordsman finished speaking, an unharmonious voice suddenly sounded in the team: "But why do I look like the pimples of Mother Earth... Such a structure suddenly appeared on the plain..."

As soon as this discordant voice came out, Laura immediately frowned, but when she looked around, she saw the old mage Mordir wearing a black soft hat standing in the middle of the team, while licking his Beard, while looking innocently to the left and right, spread his hands: "Don't look at me, I just feel something..."

After seeing who the speaker was, several eyes that focused on the past immediately retracted, including Laura's own.

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Chapter 1194 Invitation and Meeting

Master Mordir is an incredible person, and he has gained a great reputation among the adventurers who have gone out for action recently - the fact that he directly blasted an elemental lord into scum with seventeen terrifying spells is of course the main reason for this , but there is another reason that made the old man famous, and that is the promotion that Laura and his partners spared no effort several times after they returned to the camp.

Of course, in the eyes of the young Huntress, the main publicity comes from her unreliable partners - of course she herself is honest and reliable, her words are cautious, low-key and thoughtful.

And in the publicity of her unreliable partners, the deeds of the old mage Mordir have gradually upgraded from "seventeen shots of magic to kill the elemental lord" to "one shot of the forbidden spell smashed the flame giant", and then slowly Upgraded to "Throw a fireball and blow up the entire valley (including the flame giant by the way)", the latest version is like this:

During the encounter, the old mage Mordir let out a roar, cast a flash spell, then swung his staff and rushed up to smash the elemental lord into pieces, and then rushed into the elemental crack, charging across the fire elemental world After killing countless people, after leveling the lava plain, he pushed the head of the Fire Elemental Prince into the magma river, beat him up and left calmly, and sealed the elemental rift by the way (with the door closed when he left)...

Of course, this latest version is unbelievable. It was born after a certain adventurer had an extremely serious alcoholism, which fully proves a wise saying among adventurers: the more you drink, the bigger the scene, and the sooner you get drunk. The better your skills.

But no matter how weird these various rumor versions are, the adventurers in the camp at least agree on one thing: the old mage Mordir is very strong, and he is a strong man who can make everyone in the camp awe-although he "Professional level to be determined" is still written on his identity card, but almost everyone firmly believes that this eccentric old man has reached legend.

As for why such a powerful legendary mage would be willing to mingle among adventurers... The old mage himself explained to the outside world that it was "for the sake of adventure", but basically no one in the camp believed it. So far, there have been countless versions of speculation circulating in private, and every time an "insider" gets drunk in a tavern, several new versions will emerge.

Does the mighty mage Mordir know about these gossips?I'm afraid she knows that although Laura hasn't had much contact with this level of powerhouse, she doesn't think that the rabble in the camp thinks that their "private" chats can hide the perception of a legend, but the old mage has never He always ran around happily, greeted everyone, registered, handed over, exchanged supplies and made new partners like an ordinary adventurer, as if immersed in some kind of huge He couldn't extricate himself from the fun, just like his current performance: with joy and curiosity on his face, he watched the wonderful landscape of the crystal rock hills with other adventurers.

After a brief rest, several teams of adventurers were reassigned and began to perform security tasks in the open area around the crystal rock hill. Various facilities and devices - Lola looked at the "hill". Between the jagged crystalline rock pillars, she saw dazzling flames erupting from time to time. It was the giant dragons who were welding the solid alloy with their breath. Plates, they have to first set up several staggered protective walls at the new gathering point, and then install basic energy stations, shield generators, and high-power communication devices in the protective walls. This should not take long.

In fact, a temporary communication station had already been established on the crystal rock hill: before this safe channel was opened, an advance team of dragon clan composed of elites flew directly over the plain full of monsters and elemental fissures, and set up a small communication station on the top of the mountain. Communication towers and energy stations are used to maintain the communication between Agondor and the Western Continent. However, the power of the temporary communication station is limited, it is difficult to supply, and it may be cut off from the base camp by wandering monsters at any time. Therefore, the new Agondor sent a follow-up team with the purpose of opening up this route and trying to establish a real camp here.

Modil walked with Laura, and he looked up at the sky from time to time, his eyes sweeping over the turbid clouds.The polar day in this land is coming to an end, and the night that will last for half a year will continue to cover the whole of Tarrond. The dim light of the sky is reflected in the depths of the sunken eye sockets of the old mage, and he suddenly sighed: "It's not easy... "

Laura was taken aback by the endless exclamation: "What did you say? What's not easy?"

"Can you see the huge and chaotic energy fields covering this continent? Miss Laura, you are also a transcendent, if you concentrate, you should be able to see them too," the old mage said quietly, "These energy fields are The products left over from the war, I don’t know how long it will take the dragons to completely neutralize and purify them, and before they completely dissipate, it is not easy to maintain long-distance communication in this land... The high-power communication station is a very heavy burden for today's Dragon Clan, but they still insist on rebuilding order in such a harsh environment, and they never thought of abandoning this land..."

"...Maybe the dragons are just like human beings, they have nostalgia for their hometown." Laura thought for a while, then shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know much about the dragons, but you, have you found what you were looking for? ?”

Hearing Laura's question, Mordir was silent for a moment, and then smiled faintly: "It's not that easy... I have been tossed by this illusory sense of guidance and confusion about my own memory for many years. I have seen the hope of understanding the curtain countless times, but in the end it was just a waste of time, so even when I came to this land, I didn't expect to find any answers in a short time—it was even possible, the so-called The answer simply doesn't exist.

"Miss Laura, I haven't found it yet. I don't know what the thing I lost is, and I don't know what the relationship between this land and me is. Let's take it one step at a time... In fact, even if I don't find anything in the end, I won't find it." It's okay, I don't feel sorry, it was an extraordinary adventure after all, at least I gained a lot of insights that I never had before."

The old mage looked quite optimistic, but his free and easy attitude made Laura, who wanted to comfort her, feel at a loss as to what to say. In the end, she had no choice but to smile back and nodded slightly: "After so many days in Tarrond, I I also gradually began to understand a sentence you once said to me-every adventure has its own value, and the exploration process in the unknown field itself is the ultimate harvest."

As soon as her words fell, a sound of flapping wings suddenly came from high above, interrupting the conversation between the two.Luo La followed the prestige, only to see a huge black figure slowly descending from the sky, a huge black dragon descended from the sky, and was enveloped by a brilliance during the landing process, when the brilliance dissipated, the dragon had already Transformed into a girl in a black dress with a calm and introverted temperament and short hair around her ears, she walked towards Mordir.

Laura felt a little nervous subconsciously—it certainly didn't stem from any kind of "hostility" or "warning".After staying in Tarrond for so many days, she and other adventurers have already adapted to the existence of legendary creatures like giant dragons around them, as well as the civilization and friendliness of the dragons. Tension is still an unavoidable response when creatures fall from the sky.

Although it felt like she was worried for no reason, every time she saw the giant dragons landing, she couldn't help worrying that these behemoths would stumble and fall, and then sweep across the area... I don't know where this inexplicable association came from.

While thinking wildly, the black dragon girl with short black hair that reached the ears had already stepped in front of Modil, she bent slightly and greeted with a meticulous attitude: "Mr. Modil, sorry for the sudden incident—— The commander of the camp wants to meet with you, do you have time now?"

"Me? The commander wants to see me?" Modil pointed at himself in surprise, as if he hadn't thought that such a legend among adventurers should have attracted the attention of the upper echelons of the Dragon Clan long ago, "I know what it is Is it?"

"Sorry, I'm just in charge of sending messages," the black dragon girl shook her head, "but you can rest assured that this will not be a bad thing—your outstanding performance in the battle against the elemental lords is well known, I think... the upper level should be Want to give you a compliment?"

"Ah, that's a good thing," Lola immediately laughed, and nodded to the old mage beside him. "It seems that you have finally attracted the attention of the dragon clan managers, old man."

"Is it a good thing?" Modil squeezed the beard on his chin, seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly, "Well, as long as I don't plan to take back my adventure qualification certificate here, that thing costs money It's done—lead the way, girl, where is your commander now?"

"He has arrived at the temporary camp on Crystal Rock Hill," the black dragon girl nodded, "Do you mind being taken by me to fly? If not, I will take you there right away."

……

A moment later, on the upper layer of the crystal rock hill, on the temporary camp ground, a huge black dragon landed smoothly on the landing field, and before the giant dragon landed, a figure caught under the dragon's claws was already a step ahead. Jumped to the ground, and quickly ran to a safe place next to it.

Mordir, who was caught all the way by the dragon claw, patted the dust on his body, tidied up the clothes and beard that were blown by the wind, stared at the black dragon girl who was walking out of the glory, and waited for the other party to approach. Can't help but say: "I thought you said 'bring me here' to let me ride on your back - you didn't say you were going to grab it with your claws!"

The black dragon girl showed a hint of apology on her face: "I'm sorry, I... Actually, I don't mind letting a friend of Tarrond like you sit on my back, but I was injured in the previous battle, and my back... I'm afraid it's not suitable for you to..."

"Ah, needless to say, I understand," Modil hurriedly interrupted Miss Black Dragon, his face was a bit embarrassed, and he scratched the back of his head for two seconds before saying, "It's me who should be sorry, I was a little out of my mind when I spoke just now—please forgive me, for some reason, my mind is not in a normal state occasionally..."

While talking, he frowned slightly, and muttered as if he suddenly remembered something: "Besides, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that this kind of thing of being hung on the claws of a giant dragon... used to seem Like it happened."

The black dragon girl looked at the human mage who started talking to herself in confusion, and then she heard the other party ask herself: "Girl, do you know if there are any dragons in your dragon clan that are used to flying people with their claws?" ?”

"Ah? Using claws?" The black dragon girl was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "I have never heard of any ethnic group having this habit... At most, this should be regarded as a hobby of some individuals—if it is the old age If it is, it may be that the scales on the back have just been waxed, so I am not willing to be ridden by others."

"Is that so?" Modil touched his head, and quickly put this insignificant detail aside, "Forget it, this matter is not important—take me to see your commander first."

"Yes, Mr. Mordill."

Led by the black dragon girl, Mordir passed through the take-off and landing site of this temporary camp in a short time. After passing through several temporary barracks that were being welded and assembled, they came to a building made of steel and stones. In front of the large house that was built, the black dragon girl stopped in front of the door and lowered her head slightly: "I can only take you here - the leader wants to talk to you alone."

Mordir was a little distracted. He didn't notice that the word "commander" had been quietly replaced with the word "leader" which had a special meaning in Tarrond. He nodded subconsciously. Miss Heilong, who looked very young, but may have lived for forty thousand years, left the scene without a sound. Only a metal cast gate stood quietly in front of the old mage, and opened a gap by itself.

Modil was taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

He came to an open room with bright lights, and the light emitted from several luminous spheres on the roof illuminated this place with simple furnishings and a clear structure.He saw a table and a few chairs in the center of the room, surrounded by simple and durable metal shelves and some magic devices in operation, and a tall figure with blond hair in a pale gold robe Standing in front of the window not far away, when Modil cast his gaze over, this figure just turned his head.

Heragor, leader of Tarrond.

Modil was a little dazed. After carefully looking at this dragon who couldn't tell the age or depth for a long time, he frowned and asked, "Who are you? You don't look like an ordinary camp. commander."

Heragor seemed to be planning an opening speech, but at this moment he couldn't help laughing at Mordir's active inquiry: "I thought every adventurer would have a little impression of me, especially one like you Mage—after all, I also showed up at the welcome ceremony at the adventurer camp."

Mordir blinked, and shook his head a little apologetically: "Sorry, my memory...is not so reliable occasionally. So who are you?"

"You may call me Heragor," the leader of Tarrond said gently, "I am the ruler of the land under your feet."

Chapter 1195

Heragor, the ruler of the continent of Tarrond—it is said that there are three leaders of the dragon, who are in charge of knowledge, technology and authority respectively. Among them, the dragon who dominates knowledge is Andal who is wise, and the dragon who dominates technology He is not currently in Tarrond, but the authoritative ruler dragon is the awe-inspiring Heragor, the ancient dragon who once served the dragon god and flagrantly set off the flag of rebellion, and is also the leader of the three ancient dragons. one of.

Even if Tarrond is now in decline, even if the dragons even need the aid of the Alliance to survive this winter, the mighty and awesome Great Dragon is still one of the apex individuals in all mortal kingdoms, so listen to After Heragor's self-introduction, even Modil couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth after a few seconds to make a sound: "Ahhh—this is really surprising."

Then he shook his head: "They told me that a camp commander wanted to see me. I didn't expect it to be a big man like you..."

"Please forgive me, because I don't want to be too noticeable-adventurers have had a hard time adapting to life in Tarrond, and you know, they are very good at... processing infinite Wonderful story," Heragor said, shaking his head helplessly, and then pointed to a chair opposite him, "Please sit down, Mr. Mordir, you can relax a bit."

Modil glanced suspiciously at the leader of the Dragon Clan in front of him, then at the chair in front of him, and then sat down slowly, and frowned imperceptibly at the same time: "Then can we talk now? A person like you How could such a leader have the time to come to me, an ordinary adventurer, in person? Don’t say that you also believed the saying that “Prince of Fire Element was beaten violently in the magma river with an old fist”... "

"An ordinary adventurer?" Heragor watched Mordir sit down, and raised his eyebrows after hearing what the other said, "Is this how you define yourself? You are really just an 'ordinary' familiar adventurer'?"

"Otherwise?" Modil pointed to himself, "I think it is more appropriate to use the word 'adventurer' to describe myself. I am still different from ordinary adventurers."

Heragor didn't speak for a while, just stared at the old magician in front of him quietly, as if he was judging some inner essence of this "human being" in some way, his gaze carried the power to penetrate the truth, Even though there is no gift from the gods now, he, the former "half god", can see many things that ordinary people cannot see.After such observation lasted for several seconds, he finally retracted his gaze and frowned slightly.

"I heard that you have lost some memory, Mr. Mordir," the former dragon priest pondered over his words, "You don't know your origin, you don't know how many years you have been outside...you don't even know Is that how I traveled in my early years?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not just as simple as losing memory," Modil thought for a while, and didn't think it was necessary for a ruler like Heragor to harm himself, and he never I have concealed it from the outside world, so I replied very frankly, "My memory sometimes seems very chaotic, intermittent, repetitive, and regressive, and sometimes there are even things that I don't think should be related to me. I don't remember where I started my adventure, nor do I remember my parents, relatives, friends, family, hometown... I don't remember anything.

"Occasionally, I will recall some fragments of traveling in a certain place. I can clearly remember those intersections, those houses, and even the names of some local acquaintances, but when I try my best to find the place in my memory, I find that everything is missing. It is very different from my own impression, as if those memories have been processed by dreams; sometimes I will suddenly wake up from a strange place, and I don’t remember how I got there at all. People around me tell me some What I just did a while ago sounds like I'm describing a stranger...

"I think I may be cursed by something, you know, a curse on the spiritual and soul level-this is probably related to one of my adventures. Maybe I touched some ancient heritage that shouldn't be touched? Enraged some ghost that wanders in the tomb? I tried to solve this problem, to find those ancient ruins that I have ventured, to try to lift the 'curse' I suffered, but it is not so easy. I don't even know Where have I been, and how can I figure out the source of the curse?"

Mordir spread his hands to end it, and Heragor nodded thoughtfully, and said casually: "This sounds very difficult, Mr. Mordir, your experience is sympathetic."

"I don't need sympathy very much-although many people will have this reaction after hearing my experience," Modil's attitude is quite calm, "I used to be anxious and angry, but I don't know how many years have passed. I have seen it. Compared with the past that I can’t remember, there are still many unknown and novel areas waiting for me to explore in this world, and the new changes in this era are exciting enough. I am very glad that no matter what Losing my memory, at least my strength and a lot of knowledge are still there. These things allow me to live well in a relatively difficult environment. There is nothing more satisfying for an adventurer than this..."

This is an optimistic attitude that is almost unreasonable, and it is a "free and easy" that ordinary people cannot understand. Heragor doesn't know if this is the old mage's true words or the "epiphany" of giving up on himself after years of setbacks. , he was just frowning and thinking about something. Of course, this hesitant attitude could not hide from Modil's eyes. The old mage glanced at the dragon leader in front of him: "Honorable Heragor——I can see that you The interest in me is not just because an amnesiac adventurer made some 'movement' among the adventurers, please tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

"Actually, when we first found out that there was a legendary strongman who somehow got into the adventurer camp, we were just surprised and curious. The reconstruction work in Tarrond is heavy, and it is not worth investing too much experience. But soon I heard your name... Great strength, identity as an adventurer, the name Mordir, these elements combined reminded me of an event that happened not long before the 'Big Battle'. Heragor finally breathed out lightly, and while he was talking, he waved to the side, and some pages of books flew out of nowhere from a nearby shelf and landed on the table between the two of them.

"A dragon who was on a mission in Loren once brought back some information, and she also mentioned a name and an incredible travel book—oh, of course this is not the original, the original is not in Tarrond, this is my basis The original report is a small number of fragments transcribed from memory, but the above content should be exactly the same as the original text. You can take a look to see if you can recall anything."

Mordir watched the pages of the book fall in front of him, the eyes of the old mage seemed to tremble uncontrollably, some extraordinary intuition came to his heart, making the heart of this powerful old man thump - he pursued For so many years, something seemed to be really about to appear, appearing in this land that had just unveiled its mystery. Although he thought that he was ready for it countless times, when it was really possible, he My first reaction turned out to be to refuse to contact and understand.

But this sudden impulse of resistance was easily suppressed by him. With a wave of his hand, he summoned those pages to the air in front of him, and his eyes slowly scanned them.

"...On X, XX, I greeted my friends and made preparations for departure again. Everything at home has been properly arranged, and the plan has been fully prepared from 'returning smoothly in a short period of time' to 'death outside'. Saint-Sunil also said hello...

"The children seem to be quite critical of my new adventure plans...

"...The previous experience in the Shadowlands cannot be repeated. I should make proper preparations this time, such as finding a reliable teammate. I should clearly realize that I am a fragile mage, and charging into battle is not suitable for me... "