Sword of Dawn

"Be more specific?" Gawain looked at the half-elf, "Then I support it—of course, the premise is that she arranges the official affairs well and gives a complete and reliable plan with a plan."

"Okay, then I'll go back and answer the letter!" Amber immediately waved her hand, and before the words fell, her figure had already disappeared from Gao Wen's eyes.

At this moment, Belsetia returned to Gao Wen's side calmly. The Silver Queen looked at the direction where Amber had just disappeared. After a long time, she said unexpectedly: "The relationship between you and this 'Minister of Intelligence' is better than I imagined." You are even closer to each other...you don't get along like superiors and subordinates, nor like ordinary monarchs and ministers, but more like...close friends."

"Is there?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and replied perfunctorily, but he couldn't help but say something in his heart:

How should I put it, after all, it is the relationship between the suspect and the stolen goods, right...

Chapter 1211 Adventure Spirit

Sending the last ancient druid sage to Amorn was one of the purposes of Belsetia's personal visit to Cecil this time, but she had another reason for coming here.

On the third day after the elven mission arrived in Cecil City, in the depths of the confidential facility "Engineering Bunker No. 115" located at the foot of the Dark Mountain in the southwest of the imperial capital, a magical vehicle without any signs drove into the area surrounded by thick walls and energy barriers. In the base surrounded by shields, the magic guided vehicle passed directly through the connecting passage and the mechanical gate behind the administrative area, and drove into the huge cave at the main test site.

Standing on a high platform overlooking half of the test site, Belsetia cast her eyes on the vast assembly space below—the countless criss-crossing steel structures and the stone support platform quickly shaped by magic power constituted the A test area larger than several football fields, the high-power magic spar lights fixed on the steel beam above make those platforms bright as day, and you can see a large number of engineering vehicles and technicians walking between those platforms , Big and small lights are like swimming dragons.

This is the testing ground for assembling the sky fortress, and it is one of the important secret projects of the empire. Under normal circumstances, such a place cannot be opened to foreign envoys—however, this is an exception for the Queen of the Silver Elf. The reason is simple: the entire 115 Although the No. [-] project is a project of the Cecil Empire, many of the technologies such as the anti-gravity engine group used behind it come from the silver elves, and a lot of its own energy is used in the elves' temples of stars.

On Cecil's side, there is the construction of the Sky Fortress, and on the Silver Empire's side, there is also the restoration project of the Temple of Stars-these two projects are carried out in parallel, and are essentially one of the technical cooperation between the two empires.

"As you can see, our current project is still at the stage of assembling the keel and testing the anti-gravity engine group," Gao Wen said to the Silver Queen beside him, "Of course, this is the most complicated and time-consuming part of the whole project." part - once the basic structure here is completed, then the follow-up assembly progress will be very fast."

"This progress has surprised me, Uncle Gawain—I didn't expect that you have entered the stage of actual testing of the anti-gravity engine set," Belsetia sighed from the bottom of her heart, "This is the origin laboratory. The impetus to large-scale projects ... I am very impressed."

Gao Wen showed a slight smile: "The Origin Lab is indeed very useful. We put the testing work that may take several months or even a year or two to complete in the real world in a virtual environment. With the assistance of the thinking acceleration system, these The tedious and time-consuming work can be completed in a month or less. Of course, the large-scale acceleration of the neural network consumes staggeringly, and it also needs to occupy precious wetware host resources, but it is better than blowing up half of the real world. The base... the cost is quite cost-effective."

"...It seems that after I go back, I should seriously consider the issue of renting the computing power of the neural network. Is that what you mean, Uncle Gawain?" Belsetia looked at Gawain with a smile in the corner of her eyes, "It's expensive. reason."

"We have established a large-scale communication and forwarding channel between Cecil and the Silver Empire, so naturally we should make the most effective use of them," Gawain said calmly, "Speaking of which, the recent situation of the Temple of Stars how?"

"If you're asking about the temple itself, it hasn't changed much - the restoration of the infrastructure doesn't happen overnight, although scholars and artisans say that restoration work is being done every day, supported by new technologies. Great progress, but this kind of progress cannot be seen directly with the eyes," Belsetia smiled, "If you are asking about our restoration project... we have new discoveries almost every day."

The Silver Queen smiled, overlooking the large-scale assembly field from the high platform, watching those complex mechanical structures being installed on the steel skeleton little by little, as if watching a giant being born little by little in a deep sleep.

"We finally opened the ancient doors leading to the power core, the engine isolation dome that has not been opened for tens of thousands of years and the compartment leading to the logic array of the central axis, and we saw the alloys that stretched vertically and horizontally in the dark Skeletons, those ancient devices that run silently, and those decaying cables and sensors that have been disconnected from the Dominion Seat for hundreds of thousands of years...

"Most of the technologies in the deep area are no longer understood—even if scholars can identify one or two of them, they cannot be repaired under current conditions, but at least our determination is not too late, and we can still identify them. The function and positioning of most equipment groups, at the same time, we now have new solutions...

"Master Verania led her astrologers to determine the energy logic at the bottom of the Temple of the Stars. We replaced some of the severely damaged power cores with the magic grid array from Cecil. Next, we will directly dismantle them. Those anti-gravity and propulsion devices that were completely scrapped were replaced with modern industrial products, and the cabins and functional partitions around the keel of the temple were rebuilt at the same time.

"Currently the biggest challenge we face is to rebuild the sensing and operating devices that have been offline from the control center, so that the Seat of Dominion can smoothly recognize the newly installed things in the Temple of Stars... The progress in this aspect is the slowest, but fortunately, the Since autumn, scholars have finally achieved some results. The fusion between the artificial nerve cord and the signal connector has been achieved. With the assistance of the biological nerve center, the problem of controlling the temple will be resolved—hope all goes well, Otherwise we would have to replace the lack of effectiveness of the Throne with hundreds or thousands of operators."

Listening to Belsetia's narration of these technical fields, Gawain nodded slightly: "Is it our 'smart factory' that inspired you?"

"Use synthetic brains to give machines the ability to think... Human creativity is always amazing," Belsetia laughed, "To be honest, after seeing the information sent by Rebecca, Master Verania She didn't eat for a whole day - but the next day she still read all the materials with great perseverance and expressed her respect for your technology."

"..." Gao Wen was a little speechless for a while, but he imagined in his mind what kind of painting style the elves would have after accepting the technical route of wetware host + heavy machinery, and suddenly felt that he had sinned deeply.

Belsetia didn't know what Gao Wen was lamenting in his mind, "things that only wanderers outside the territory can understand". Her gaze was always on the assembly platforms below. The things obviously gave her a real sense of shock. After watching for some time, she finally broke the silence softly: "Looking at these things, I can't help but think...in very, very old times, In the years that even the silver elves can hardly imagine, how did our ancestors, the original elves, build a great creation like the Temple of the Stars? Did the keel, beam and basic power unit start to be assembled little by little?"

"Of course, otherwise it could have grown directly from the ground?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, "Why do you suddenly think of these things?"

"After finally opening the gate to the deepest part of the Temple of Stars, we found many ancient traces from the cabins that have been dusty for tens of thousands of years," Belsetia said slowly, "During the long years, The various areas of the Temple of Stars have undergone countless renovations and baptisms, and even its outer areas were completely destroyed by wars, but in those sealed cabins, everything remained. Not long after the air fortress set sail. state.

"Today's silver elves can no longer recognize those objects that belonged to the original elves, but we can clearly feel that they come from an ancient and great civilization, which is our plausible 'distant relatives', from a long-forgotten" Something brought out of Homeland'...

"Unfortunately, due to the passage of time and water leakage in some cabins, all files and drawings have been completely destroyed, and the precision instruments used to record data have also been completely destroyed. We can only bring out some corrosion-resistant , daily necessities or furnishings made of unknown alloys, as well as signs and notches rubbed from the walls, but even these things have caused a very big response among the silver elves."

Gao Wen blinked curiously: "A very big response?"

"Among the silver elves, there is a voice of 'looking for their homeland'," Belsetia said, "This stems from the relics of the original elves that we are constantly looking for in the depths of the Temple of Stars.

"In fact, these voices have existed before, and similar ideas have even accompanied the entire history of the Silver Empire since its founding, but all along, this voice has never formed a climate, because deadly ocean storms are also extremely dangerous to elves, and the Silver Empire The 'powerful' is as embarrassing as Gondor back then, and can only be maintained within the cruising range of the Temple of Stars, but what happened in recent years..."

"The establishment of the alliance, the technical support from Kraken and Naga, the resumption of the route around the continent, the Dragon Race—and the successful navigation between Loren Continent and Tarrond," Gawain quickly responded, "These achievements have encouraged the The various races trapped on land, including your elves?"

"It should be 'extremely encouraging' to us," Belsetia looked at Gawain with a smile, "the elves all know the ancient legend about the 'Great Split', we know that we come from another continent, when General Byron successfully arrived The feat of Tarrond spread across the country, our scholars rejoiced, and the voices of the 'homelanders' grew even higher. In addition, we recently discovered in the sealed compartment of the Temple of Stars... It seems that many elves They all believe that we can already consider forming a fleet like humans to find the holy land of origin of the original elves."

"...Exploring a strange continent in the ocean is a good thing in itself, and I don't think there is anything wrong with it," Gawain looked into Belsetia's eyes, carefully choosing his words, "but you should know, go to Tarlon Dehe's search for the origin continent of the original elves is not the same concept - the former is the hometown of giant dragons, we have guides, escorts, ready-made routes and astronomical and hydrological data recorded by giant dragons, and Talrond and himself The distance between Loren is not too far, and the hometown of the elves..."

The foundation of the giant tower he saw from the perspective of the sky station and the little information he had learned from Enya emerged in his mind.

"Well, one thing is certain. There is indeed another continent to the west of the Loren continent. It may be the hometown of the original elves. But it is far away, the environment is harsh, and the inland situation is unknown——During the heyday of Tarrond, The Dragon Clan occasionally sent a few expedition teams to look at the situation on that continent from a distance, but now the Dragon Clan’s strength has been greatly reduced, and they have lost implants and boosters, as well as the global communication and navigation provided by the Omega system. Support, now even the Dragon Clan can't cross the ocean to find that piece of land."

Belsetia's eyes widened — the fact that the original elves might have originated from a strange continent in the west of Loren did not surprise her, because the scholars of the Silver Empire had already made conjectures in this regard in the past, she was surprised The most striking thing was Gao Wen's tone when talking about these matters. He obviously knew this matter very well, and he hadn't been paying attention to this matter for a day or two.

"Are you surprised?" Of course Gao Wen noticed the change in the expression of the Silver Queen, he just smiled lightly, "I have a pretty good relationship with that Dragon God, I heard many things from her, and besides that , I also have some... special information channels. I know that there is another continent on the west side of the Loren continent, which should be the origin of the original elves. how to get to.

"I have always been very interested in the New World. Exploring the unknown world is very attractive to me. From a certain point of view, one of the main reasons for me to study navigation technology and build a powerful fleet is to explore those places in the deep ocean. As for the restart of the circumcontinent route and the establishment of ocean trade... it is actually just a subsidiary result of this purpose.”

Belsetia stared fixedly at Gao Wen who was smiling happily. After a long time, she also laughed: "Your adventurous spirit...is really as the information says."

……

When Gawain and the Silver Queen were talking about new sea routes, ancient continents, and the spirit of adventure, another human with an exceptionally strong spirit of adventure in this world was lying in his "adventurer's hut", accompanied by him from time to time outside the town. The howling wind sounded, and fell asleep soundly in the warmth brought by the heating runes.

A strange environmental change suddenly surged from his heart, and the adventurous intuition accumulated over the years stimulated his nerves. Modil suddenly woke up in his deep sleep, and rolled from the bed to the ground in less than one tenth of a second. While in a defensive posture, the old mage had already grasped the short staff leaning against the bed with one hand, and with the other hand pulled out the enchanted dagger for body protection from under the pillow.

Layer upon layer of body protection spells and blessing spells used to enhance vitality, recovery, and magic affinity are also activated instantly, covering the whole body.

It's all an instinctive reaction like muscle memory.

Mordir had already broken free from the sleepiness, and was paying attention to the surrounding environment vigilantly. He first quickly looked around and confirmed that he was still in his single "dormitory"—everything in sight Everything was where it was before falling asleep, there was no sign of doors and windows being opened, and there was no smell of strangers nearby.

But it wasn't his room, at least not his "normal" room.

Everything in his sight lost its color, and monotonous colors of black, white and gray covered everything he could see.

Chapter 1212 The scene from the other side

The whole world seemed extremely quiet, and the sound of my breathing was all I could hear in my ears. In this small room that had faded into a world of black, white and gray, Mordir clenched his staff and dagger tightly, as if As alert as a wild wolf under the night, he is vigilant about everything within the range of perception.

Then, he began to gradually feel more "information" appearing in his perception. Just outside this room, there was the subtle sound of sand being blown by the wind, and the sound of rocks or soil, The breath that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, the change of light coming from the window cracks, all of these gradually emerge from nothing, from stiff and monotonous to vivid and vivid.

It's as if there was only a piece of pure nothingness outside the hut, but due to Mordir's awakening, a "temporarily created world" was gradually outlined.

The old mage was not careless at all, but clenched the weapon in his hand even more. He stooped and walked slowly towards the window. At the same time, his eyes scanned all the furnishings in the room again, even a small pile of dust in the corner and the two nails on the opposite wall. Orientation is not ignored.

This is a habit developed over the years: before falling asleep, he will imprint all the details of the environment around him in his mind. Under the effect of magic, the details of these pictures can even be accurate to every scratch mark on the door and window Every time he opened his eyes, he would quickly compare the surrounding environment with the "shorthand projection" imprinted in his mind, and any inconsistencies in it would be used to judge whether the hiding place had been invaded.

Under the carefree appearance on weekdays, hidden are the survival skills accumulated by adventurers over the centuries—although the old mage no longer remembers what happened in these long years, these instinctive survival skills are still there. It was always imprinted in his mind, and he never ignored it for a day.

Mordir's fingers lightly brushed the dust on the window sill, this is the last detail, everything in the room is exactly as in memory, except... It has become a faded state like the Shadowlands.

A similar thing happened once on the ship before. The old mage frowned slightly, and carefully pushed a gap from under the window. His eyes looked out of the house through the gap between the window panel and the window frame. The scene outside was as expected. ...It is no longer the familiar adventurer camp.

An endless barren land stretches in the field of vision. The undulating sandy land is covered with jagged rocks or creeping black broken materials. In extremely distant places, faint black silhouettes like city ruins can be seen, monotonous There are muddy shadows floating in the pale sky, covering this lifeless land.

However, this time, Mordir did not see the huge figure sitting on the collapsed throne, like a mountain with a sense of oppression - theoretically, it is impossible to hide such a huge figure, as long as she appears in this area Between heaven and earth, it must attract extra attention.

The old mage subconsciously frowned and thought, and suddenly realized something in the next second. He quickly rushed to the other side of the cabin, carefully opened the door with a gap, and looked out through the gap.

A huge figure like a mountain appeared in front of his eyes with suffocating power. That figure was sitting on a towering throne. Most of the base of the throne and the surrounding columns had collapsed. She was wrapped in a long black dress. Extending from under the throne, countless large and small gray and white cracks are all over her body. Modil can't tell whether the cracks are on her clothes or through her "existence" itself. He only feels that those cracks are It seems to be alive, always moving slightly, in the background of the dark dress, it is as mysterious as interlaced light and shadow.

The parchment and pens quietly appeared behind the old mage, and while watching the movement outside the door, Modil controlled the pens and papers to quickly write down the records:

"On X, X, X, X, I woke up from a deep sleep, and a strange phenomenon similar to the one I was on the boat not long ago happened again... I seem to have come to the Shadow Realm in my sleep, or some kind of abnormal space similar to the Shadow Realm. The scene in front of me Much the same as last time...

"I saw that suffocating figure again. The difference is that this time she...or He appeared behind me. It seems that every time I enter this space, I will appear in a random position? It's a pity that the sample has passed less, can't judge...

"That figure didn't notice me, at least not yet. I'm still not sure what her origin is. In the various records of supernatural things known to mankind, there has never been a description related to it... I Hiding behind a thin door that doesn't give me the slightest sense of security, that 'lady' - if she wanted to, could blow me and the whole room away in one breath .

"I'd better not make too much noise, no matter what the origin of that figure is, I obviously can't beat it..."

The nib was writing quickly on the paper. Even in such a weird situation, Modil recorded everything he experienced according to the habit he had developed over the years-it is not uncommon for him to experience a weirder situation than this. Even if his memory is incomplete, he still knows what he should do most at this moment.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the world outside the house, interrupting Mordir's rapid recording: "Ah... it sounds really good to find a way out in the dark cave full of crystal clusters It would be great if I could see the crystal river you described...does it really end in a hole leading to the center of the earth?"

Mordir had heard this voice before, and it was from that huge figure. The old mage held his breath for a moment, and after a while, he heard a response—the voice was exactly the same as his own voice: "Where am I?" You know, I just made up this story not long ago—I haven't figured out the second half yet!"

The vast plain outside the house fell into a brief silence. After a while, the voice that resounded through the world suddenly laughed, and the laughter sounded quite pleasant: "Hahaha... my great adventurer, you are so happy now! Just admit that the new story is made up? You used to talk about it with me for a long time before you were willing to admit that you had a certain degree of 'exaggerated description' of the story..."

Modil heard the same voice echoed in his own voice: "That's because I now find that your requirements for the story are really not very high - besides, ma'am, the story I promised you has been told, go on Is it your turn to come down?"

The slightly lazy female voice with endless majesty was silent for a while, and then rang out from all directions: "Would you like to continue listening to my recent dream? I remember it quite clearly..."

"Okay, ma'am, what have you been dreaming about lately?"

"Starlight, starlight covers rolling mountains and plains, and cities crawling on the earth. I cross the gap between reality and reality to deliver vital news. When I pass a giant tower, I see a giant beast Crouching in the darkness, the giant beast has no blood or flesh, only empty bones, it devours the sacrifices offered by mortals, and blood gradually grows on the bones...

"I also saw something growing in the depths of the crawling city. It ran through the entire city, through the plains and mountains in the distance. Deep in the ground, huge limbs continued to grow, extending to the hazy area. In the dark depths of chaos, it also differentiated into smaller limbs along the way, protruding out of the ground, and absorbing sunlight during the day..."

"Oh, ma'am, your dream sounds just as scary as ever—it's a mess. Couldn't you describe yourself differently?"

"No, I'm used to it."

The old mage Mordir hid behind the door, listening to the voices of conversation outside the house while carefully restraining his breath. The dream scene described by the "lady" formed a broken and messy impression in his mind, but the limited imagination of mortals However, he was unable to compose any clear picture from the abstract and trivial descriptions, so he had no choice but to record those grotesque and abnormal descriptions on his own parchment, and at the same time carefully shifted his sight, trying to find Other figures that may exist between heaven and earth.

He was looking for the voice that responded, the source of the voice that was exactly like his own.

But before he found it, the situation outside suddenly changed.

The wind wandering on the plain suddenly became restless, and the gray-white sand began to swirl and roll along the crumbling and dilapidated throne. The murmur sounded like the sleep talk of many people superimposed together. The voice ranged from low to high, but no matter how I listened, I couldn't hear what it was saying at all.

As soon as the voice sounded, Modil behind the door immediately applied more than a dozen additional mental protection spells to himself—rich adventure experience told him that such hazy whispers are often related to mental pollution. Although protective spells are not always effective against mental pollution, they are always effective after more than a dozen layers of barriers.

Although the memories of the past are fragmented, only in the remaining memory, he remembers that he has dug out things that should not be dug out of certain underground palace tombs more than once - timely mental protection and solid and reliable ability to resist beatings can save the day The essential.

At the same time Modil responded, the two voices talking outside the house also quieted down. They seemed to be listening carefully to the murmur coming from the direction of the city ruins. After a long time, the slightly lazy The female voice murmured in a low voice: "It's coming again... I still can't hear what they want to do."

"Probably just want to chat with you? Or say good morning or something..."

"Are you serious? Mr. Adventurer?"

"In case, I just propose a possibility..."

"Then put away your possibilities, Mr. Great Adventurer," said the lazy and majestic female voice slowly, "I should get up and move around—the uninvited guest seems to want to cross the border again, let me remind you Remind Him who is the master here. You stay here, if you feel that your spirit is polluted, just take a look at the star map."

The voice outside the house fell, and Modil, who was hiding behind the door, suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw that the huge figure sitting on the throne or the altar finally moved, and the lady who seemed to be a god stood up from the throne!She stood up like a rising mountain, a gorgeous long dress behind her was like rolling endless darkness, she stepped down the collapsed high platform, the whole world seemed to tremble under her steps, the The "activation cracks" that wandered on the surface of the body also truly "lived". They moved rapidly, reorganized, and continuously gathered in the lady's hands, finally forming a half-black and half-white scepter. In the world formed by black and white, this half-black and half-white scepter is like a ruler for measuring the whole world, which strongly attracts Modil's sight.

And almost at the same time, another huge and terrifying thing rose from the direction of the dark city ruins in the distance—but compared to the "goddess" who was huge and majestic but at least had a female form, from the city ruins The thing that rises from within is decidedly more creepy and indescribable.

It was a gray-white mass that was constantly expanding, shrinking, and wriggling. The surface of the mass was full of shapeless limbs and crazy and chaotic geometric patterns. It seemed to be in a flowing state as a whole, like an unformed embryo, or a mass of The melting piece of meat kept rolling forward, relying on the huge tentacles growing around it or countless hands and feet to sweep away obstacles on the ground from time to time. Roaring, some parts of its body surface immediately became translucent, revealing layers of giant eyes inside, or runes and graphics that seemed to contain countless taboo knowledge.

Modil just glanced at that thing, and felt dizzy, a strong feeling of being corroded and infused with foreign thoughts surged up, and the protective spells superimposed on him did not provide the slightest help as if they did not exist, the old mage Immediately biting his tongue hard, with the smell of blood filling his mouth, he briefly regained control of his body, and forcibly turned his gaze away from the direction of the monster.

In the process of retracting his gaze, his gaze happened to glance over the "throne" that the lady was sitting on before.

His gaze was instantly attracted by the things presented on the back of the throne—it was previously covered by the lady's body, but now it has been exposed, and Modil saw a scene in the center of the quaint gray and white back. The vast starry sky pattern, and different from the black and white of the surrounding world, the starry sky pattern has vivid and clear colors!

Mordir looked carefully subconsciously, and immediately found other details in the pattern of the starry sky. He saw that there seemed to be subtle text marks next to the shining stars, and he could faintly see them among the stars. Interconnected lines and directional light spots, the entire pattern of the starry sky does not seem to be static. Near some light spots on the edge, Modil also saw some geometric patterns that seemed to be moving—they moved very slowly. But for the Archmage, who has a keen observation ability, their movement is certain!

This must be noted immediately!

This idea instantly appeared in Mordir's mind, and the quill and paper floating behind him also began to move, but at this moment, a chilling and terrifying loud noise suddenly came from afar.

It seems that the huge female god has fought against the "horror god" floating from the ruins of the city.

Modil only felt a sudden crash in his head, and then the world was spinning, and he completely lost consciousness.

Chapter 1213 Some Answers

Amid the sudden spinning of the sky and the loud bang in his mind, Modil felt that his soul was suddenly pulled away, and he was floating in a state of emptiness and emptiness. He didn't know how long he had been floating, but only felt He quickly crossed the "distance" beyond the comprehension of mortals - and then, his broken soul was roughly stuffed back into his body like a rag.

A moment later, the old mage woke up leisurely, and made a defensive posture reflexively at the moment of regaining consciousness. He touched his battle staff with one hand, and touched the enchanted dagger for body protection with the other hand. What followed was a bunch of instant protection spells... He clearly remembered that the same process happened not long ago.

But this time, he didn't wake up in that black, white and gray world—after opening his eyes, he saw the familiar single dormitory for adventurers, and everything he saw had normal and bright colors, What came from the window were the vibrant sounds of the adventurer camp, and at the same time, the dim skylight that was unique to the polar night came in through the cracks in the window.

"This is really crazy..." Mordir muttered, but his spirit did not relax at all. He quickly checked all the details in the room, and confirmed that everything was the same as he remembered, then came to the window, Fingers brushed the fine dust on the window sill.

He touched the same spot on the window sill in that black and white faded world, but at this moment the dust here has not been brushed away.

The old mage went to the window and opened the window panel a little. Under the nearby street lamps and the extremely dim sky, he saw people coming and going in the adventurer camp. It seemed that another group of teams had finished cleaning or exploring the vicinity of the camp. Quest, the joyful adventurers are going to bars, casinos and other entertainment places with their friends. A dragon who maintains a human form and has many scales on his face and arms just passed by. He looked at Modi In the direction of Er, he greeted with a friendly smile.

Modil smiled and nodded in response, and then retreated to the desk on the side of the bed. His face quickly became serious, and he sat on the rough and practical wooden chair, frowning and thinking about what happened before. The dizziness still surged up wave after wave, interfering with the thinking and memory of the old mage, he had to use spells to calm his mind several times to make his mind feel better, and in the process, he barely let the Sort out the memory of a "strange dream".

Then he seemed to suddenly think of something, raised his hand and waved in a certain direction, and a thick sheepskin booklet flew to his hand without a sound. The old mage put down his dagger, reached out and opened the second half of the note, His eyes changed slightly.

There is a new handwriting in the booklet, which is the words he left in that black and white faded world——since he woke up from the dream, his thoughts on the barren land of sand and the mountain-like female god The records are clearly presented on the parchment, and upon closer inspection, the ink on the paper is not even dry.

"Dreams affected reality? Or did I unconsciously leave these records in my sleep? Or was the previous experience real, and I was in a superimposed state of reality and illusion? Or is it the Shadow Realm's response to the real world? ..."

While muttering all kinds of guesses in a low voice, Mordir slowly scanned the words with his fingers, trying to find some clues from the records he left, when suddenly, his fingers stopped——

He was seeing the huge female god in the record talking about his dream with the "great storyteller" who never showed up. It turned into a mess of ink dots and curves, like murmurs in a dream, completely unrecognizable.

Modil immediately began to recall the corresponding memory in his mind, and cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead - he found that the memory in his mind was also missing, and it seemed that the memory had just become blank in this second, He could even clearly feel the "empty" sense of disobedience in his mind, and after a few seconds, that sense of disobedience disappeared, and he finally could not remember the dream described by the female god at all What exactly is the content.

The old mage took a deep breath, controlled his accelerating heartbeat, and suddenly turned the note to the last part with a certain decisiveness - he saw the female god stand up and face an indescribable terrifying monster , This record is still there, and he also saw a picture of a starry sky on the back of the throne after the female god got up at the end of the text... The record was completely interrupted here.