Sword of Dawn

"Actually, I've always been curious." Byron couldn't help but looked Azalena up and down, "What exactly does the Dragon Seal Witch...it sounds like you have a very special status in the Holy Dragon Principality, not only It’s as simple as being an envoy for foreign exchanges.”

Azalena didn't expect that such a careless guy as Byron would pay attention to such details. She blinked in surprise, and then the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Indeed, I am not only an envoy for foreign exchanges,'Dragon Seal Witch 'Have their own responsibilities - in the Holy Dragon Principality, everyone has such a natural 'responsibility', some are born craftsmen, some are born warriors, some have superior memory abilities, and some are born to perceive or understand dragons The knowledge hidden in the slang runes...

"These things are engraved in our genetic factors, engraved deep in the soul memory of every dragonborn. Among these 'duties', quite a few of them are useless in today's era, but they are still preserved. Waiting for the day when it will come in handy in the future. And this is the meaning of the original existence of the Holy Dragon Principality: we are the 'disaster backup' of Tarrond, the seeds used to rebuild the dragon civilization after the extinction of the pure blood dragon clan...

"As for me, the 'Dragon Seal Witch'... my duty is to record and master dragon language magic. I am also naturally able to identify the bloodlines of other descendants of dragons, and use spiritual resonance to establish communication with other dragon seal witches in the distance—— The Dragon Seal Witch is a bit like the 'directory' and 'node' of the 'disaster backup', if the dragon civilization collapses, the surviving number of the Dragon Seal Witch will directly determine the rebuilding speed and upper limit of the entire civilization."

Byron's eyes widened in surprise, he watched Azarena say this with a calm expression, and subconsciously frowned: "I didn't expect you to be such an amazing character... What you said Things, does every dragonborn know?"

"Every dragonborn? Of course not," Azalena smiled and shook her head, "Only the upper-level dragonborn living in Dragon's Landing Castle know these 'missions', and they must be adults—most of the dragonborn I don't know the mission I shoulder. Everyone is just living the ordinary life they are familiar with in the land they are familiar with. I know that the outside world has always believed that the Holy Dragon Principality is a very mysterious place, but in fact... most of the dragon descendants Ordinary life is similar to that of you humans."

"Humans don't roll themselves down the side of a mountain in a wooden barrel, let alone free fall along a steep cliff," Byron immediately muttered with a strange expression, "Using your Majesty's words, your dragonborn's usual The lifestyle is too hardcore..."

"Haha..." Azalena was amused by Byron's words, and her happy laughter spread far under the night. After a few seconds, she slowly stopped laughing, exhaled softly, and said with a sigh "Actually, it doesn't make sense to say these things now. The development of things did not go according to the ancient plan. The dragon passed its coming-of-age ceremony, but Tarrond was not completely destroyed... The future seems to be better than expected, but the original The dragonborn who will serve as 'disaster backup' now also have the opportunity to choose their own survival path.

"It is said that His Majesty Balogar is trying to solve the genetic imprint on the dragonborn, and my father is also active in this matter, but I don't care much about it... The natural 'responsibility' may be for many dragonborn. Words are a bondage, but on the other hand, there is nothing wrong with having a natural talent in my opinion."

Listening to Azarena's narration, Byron did not open his mouth to make any comments - this is a question related to the way of life of the dragonborn, and each ethnic group has its own way of life, he cannot use human Judging Azalena and her clansmen with their own eyes, keeping silent is the most correct choice at this time.

Azarena was a little surprised by Byron's silence, but soon she smiled and shook her head, putting these aside, the dragonborn looked away from a distance, turned around and looked at the bare hills behind, symbolizing Sexy tombstones and lonely bouquets are silent under the starlight, and a path extends from the direction of the tombstone to the foot of the mountain.After a long time, she whispered, "What's in this tomb?"

"It's just the empty thoughts of the living, and there are two rusted broken swords and a lame eulogy," Byron said in a low voice, "Actually, I buried several people in Cecil outside Old Cecil. Lin Daokou, but in that disaster, the place where they were buried was the main channel for the attack of the aberrations - plus the subsequent dragon's breath, there was nothing left in that place. I went back later and dug from the ruins Something happened, and a tomb was barely built here... But His Majesty is right in saying that the best way to commemorate the dead is not a gorgeous funeral and coffin, but someone who can still remember that they lived, I It feels right."

"It sounds like you have a lot of confidence in your Majesty."

"Of course, everyone who has fought alongside him will trust him, and when it comes to matters of life and death, I especially trust his judgment," Byron said with a smile, "He has experience."

The corners of Azalena's mouth seemed to tremble, but she couldn't see clearly in the night, and then she seemed to change the subject and said: "Old Cecil... I remember that I liked the roasted wild boar legs and honey produced there the most. Liquor. By the way, is it still in ruins to this day?"

"Reconstruction has already begun—the ruins I'm talking about happened a few years ago," Byron nodded, "The place was severely corrupted by the magic tide, and even after it was purified by the dragon's breath, the harmful components deep in the soil were still there. It is constantly segregating and it is very unsuitable for growing crops, so we do not plan to build towns there, the plan of the government affairs department is to treat it as an industrial zone and move some of the heavy factories located on the south bank of the Baishui River there."

Then he fell silent, feeling this moment of silence in the cold wind of late autumn, until the low humming sound from the night patrolling dragoons flying over the sky in the distance woke him up from his memories, he saw Glancing at the brightly lit city, she said to Azalena: "Go back, it's getting late, you should worry if you don't go back to Pea."

Azarena nodded, and followed Byron towards the path not far away. When passing by the tomb standing on the top of the hill, she still couldn't help but stop and patted the piece. Cold tombstones.

"Let's go."

……

In the central area of ​​the imperial capital, in a big house on Knight Street, bright magic spar lamps illuminate the spacious dining room. Steaming meals have been served on the table. Pea is sitting at the dining table, blinking her big eyes and looking at the restaurant that just came back in front of her. The father of the family, and Azalena's "sister" beside him.

Compared with her grey-haired father, the beautiful red-haired lady looks really young, but Pea knows that many, many years ago, the two people who looked very different in age were actually comrades-in-arms who fought side by side.

"Uh... Aunt Azalina is having dinner at home tonight." Perhaps because of the embarrassment caused by his daughter's gaze, Byron couldn't help scratching at his messy hair, and made redundant explanations clumsily, "We just went to I left the suburbs, so I came back late..."

Before he finished speaking, Azalena kicked him directly under the table: "It's not aunt, it's sister."

Byron looked at Azalena in surprise: "No, you have already..."

"It's my sister." The Dragon Seal Witch was expressionless, but her tone was firm.

Byron was defeated helplessly: "...well, you can do whatever you want, as long as Pea has no objections."

Pea, who was sitting across the table, didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just opened her eyes and watched the movements of the two "adults" in front of her. She didn't care that her father came back very late today - because it is like this every year, father He will go to a small mountain in the suburbs to visit those uncles and aunts who fought side by side with him, and on this day, his mood is always not very good...

It's just that today's situation seems to be a little different. My father's mood after returning home seems to be much better than every time on this day in previous years.

Peas, who had grown up, thought about it.

The nervous Byron obviously didn't notice these things. He was in a good mood. The aroma of the dinner, the company of his family, and the return of friends who fought side by side in the past made him feel that today was a very special day. He glanced at the table. After the hot meal, I suddenly remembered something and stood up: "By the way, wait for me for a while, I will go to the cellar to take out a few bottles of good wine from my collection - Azalena, you must taste it, then But brought back from Saint-Sunil..."

As the voice fell, he had already got up and walked out of the restaurant, and there were only the red-haired dragon-marked witch and the well-behaved pea at the table. This is the first time she has ever met this kind of "private" occasion. She hesitated for a while, and finally prepared to speak. Pleasant mechanically synthesized sounds:

"Sister, are you going to pick on my dad?"

All the words that Azarena hadn't brewed could no longer be brewed any longer, only a dumbfounded expression and a short exclamation remained: "...huh?"

There is still no expression over the pea, and the mouth is not open, but the voice in the speaker has begun to continue to rise: "I see, you just plan to soak my dad, maybe you have thought of for decades. This I’m familiar with this kind of plot—the men and women who fought side by side many years ago, and those who came together many years later, have appeared many times in Mr. Film’s scripts, as well as the stories told by Sister Jibri and the stories hidden by Ms. Hetty. That's what it says in all the chivalrous novels I wrote..."

Azarena, this high-ranking dragon descendant who has experienced a lot of troubles suddenly panicked this time, and quickly said while waving her hands: "Wait, I'm not, I don't, don't..."

However, her speaking speed is not as fast as the talking device directly controlled by the nerve cord, not to mention that no one can control the pea that has already opened her mouth. The voice of the little girl Balabala continued: "Hey, don't rush to deny it, sister, this It's not a bad thing, my dad has been single for so many years after all...

"But let me tell you, you have to work hard. It's hard for my dad to stay in love. The main reason is that he reacts slowly and lacks the nerves in this area. In fact, there are usually other women who are interested in my dad. After all, he is an empire. The general has been single for so long, but it seems that none of them have succeeded in the past few years.

"If you want to do it, you have to be more obvious. If it doesn't work, you can talk to him directly. My dad's resistance to this is actually quite low. Don't look at him often bragging about how popular he was when he was young. I told Philip Uncle has inquired about it, and there is nothing at all...

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing you have to pay attention to. If you really want to pick on my dad, then you can't let me call you sister. It's better for you to let me call you aunt. This way, it's easier to level up in seniority, and it's easier It will make it easier for my dad to accept it. Of course, this is actually a small problem. After all, His Majesty said that when the long-lived race and the short-lived race are together, it is best not to care about age and seniority. Everyone should discuss it. Otherwise, just study who is who. Uncle has to list dozens of sheets of calculations, but he may not be able to figure it out...

"By the way, why is my dad so slow to get a drink? He shouldn't be drinking it secretly again...Let me tell you, he often drinks like this secretly, because he promised me every time..."

The synthesized voice from the speaking device kept ringing, but Pea in front of her still maintained a calm expression of not speaking. Even if she had seen this weird scene a few times, Azalena felt a little overwhelmed, let alone What stayed was what the girl crackling said - she only felt the buzzing in her ears, and the continuous balabala came to her face like a rain of arrows, but in the end, she still grasped the fleeting moment in Pea's thinking. There was a gap, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "Stop, stop, stop first, what did you say just now? You said that usually someone would go after Byron's unresponsive wood?"

"Yes, there are many. Although my father doesn't know, the middle-aged and elderly women in the imperial capital..."

Pea got up again, and Byron, who was coming out of the cellar with two bottles of red wine, suddenly felt a tremor...

Chapter 1219 The Progress of the "Gate" and Embark on a Foreign Land

The cold wind howled and blew across the walls and towers in the wilderness, bringing out sharp howls among the temporary barracks. The imperial flag with blue background and golden pattern fluttered on the top of the towering flagpole, and the technicians and engineers went to work. They were passing through the road between the camps, and in front of them, a huge hexagonal prism-shaped facility had already begun to take shape.

The magic energy obelisk that temporarily provides energy for the construction of the camp stands at the end of the road. The Holm crystal is spinning in mid-air, emitting a constant and gentle blue halo. Within the coverage of the magic field, all kinds of construction machinery are starting one by one , Kamel floated out from a nearby building and looked up at the hexagonal prism ahead—the bottom of the prism was a base made of reinforced concrete, the size of which was comparable to a barn, and the upper part of the prism The main body is glowing with an iron gray icy luster, emitting light blue shimmering lines inlaid on its cold outer wall, and at a higher place, you can see crystal devices floating around the outer wall, as well as The collapsed top-level structure.

Today's welding work has already started, dazzling light flows between the steel frames and metal laminates on the top layer of the prism, and the technicians wearing engineering magic terminals are intensely and orderly completing the packaging of the power pillar—— It is an alloy device that vertically runs through the entire facility. It is composed of a large number of stacked rune groups and mechanical adjustment shafts. It is essentially a more sophisticated and specialized "power ridge", which is equivalent to the entire facility. The heart can send pure, modulated arcane energy to the topmost focusing unit, and at the same time synchronize with the other two energy towers near the portal.

This is the pure arcane energy source device designed by Kamel. It is not just an enlarged version of his laboratory model. In order to support the most daring "door" operation in the history of mortals, Kamel devoted all his energy to these devices. With his own wisdom and achievements in the arcane field, he must ensure the reliability of the entire facility under the condition of ensuring sufficient power—and it is precisely for this reason that a total of three such "six prisms" were built around the Fort of the Contract, and the theory As long as there is an energy tower that can maintain an output power of more than [-]%, the portal to the Kingdom of God can remain stable.

"Master Kamel." "Good morning, Master Kamel." "Good day, Master."

Technicians passed by constantly, and people continued to greet the arcane master from the Gondor era with respect, and this even included the Typhon who appeared by chance—that was the person in charge of the camp with Cecil. The Typhon mages who are handing over the technology.

This made Kamel feel a little emotional—the two countries were at war not long ago, and they seemed to be in the abyss of war at any time. However, with the establishment of the alliance, the common interest demands and the fact that the lips are cold and the teeth are cold have tied everyone together. , perhaps in some fields, there is still tension between Typhon and Cecil, and there are still some people who are resistant to the increasingly friendly exchanges between the two countries, but at least here... everyone has to show a sufficiently candid attitude.

Of course, the reason why Typhon scholars respect Kamel so much is more than that. Their respect comes more from the "specialness" of the great arcanist himself-a great magister who was already a great magister in the Gondor period. Academic masters, who have also faced the power of gods, have life forms unimaginable to ordinary people, coupled with strong personal strength, these factors together, let everyone who has a little understanding of the extraordinary field see Kamai I have to show an attitude of awe when I'm here.

Kamel shook his head, pushing irrelevant thoughts out of his mind.

He doesn't care what the Typhons think of him, in fact he doesn't care what anyone thinks of him at all, he's here to carry out an unprecedented mission, a task that no one in ancient Gondor would have dared to think of. He has to devote all his limited energy to this task, which countless generations of rebels have struggled for all their lives without success.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar young female voice suddenly sounded from the side: "Kamel...Master, the instructor asked me to confirm the situation of the energy system..."

Kamel looked around and saw a young female mage wearing a black dress and black shawl hair standing by and looking at him.

This is Daniel's apprentice, one of the "technical diplomats" sent by Typhon to communicate with Cecil's camp. According to public information, he first met this young Typhon girl at the "gate" Early stages of planning.

But in fact, he has known this Miss "Mary" for two or three years - in the neural network.

Mary tried her best to keep her face tense, to show herself a business-like attitude, so as to counteract the instinctive nervous reaction after seeing Kamel. Frankly speaking, she did not count as a success, and everyone could see that She was a bit at a loss in front of this Cecil arcane master, but there was nothing wrong with it: her nervous reaction was completely in line with her usual personality, and it was also in line with most ordinary mages who were not so high level when they saw a The behavior that the Grand Arcanist should behave afterward—no one doubts her here, except for herself who scares herself all day long.

"The No. [-] energy tower has been capped, and the situation of No. [-] is as you can see. The main structure has been completed, and the capping can be completed within two days. There was a small problem with the power prop of No. [-] tower before. While waiting for the spare parts to be delivered A few days were wasted, but you and your mentor can rest assured that the final completion date will not be affected." Kamel said brightly, with a buzzing echo in his voice.

"Yes... yes, Master Kamel," Mary nodded immediately, then raised her head and looked at the "Cecil Industrial Product" in front of her that was completely different in style from traditional magic facilities——

The huge energy rail and the steel beams used to support the energy rail span across the air like some kind of jagged spine, extending from this camp to the contracting fort not far away, and above the main building of the contracting fort and other structures Closed, and connected to the hall with a high dome through a series of complex magic devices.The young mage knew that her mentor was busy in that hall with other scholars, building the main body of the portal, and elsewhere in the whole area, in camps and laboratories , there are more scholars from more distant places gathered, and countless bright minds are working hard in the same direction.

These scenes made the young Mary feel a little unreal—the mage apprentice who once lived in panic in the dilapidated mage tower in the mountains in the countryside never imagined that he would appear on such an occasion one day, and shoulder the "technical diplomacy" Officer" is such a responsibility that I dare not even think about.

The young female mage was a little distracted for a while, but Kamel didn't remind her. He just turned around, raised his body slightly, and scanned the entire open wasteland with his eyes full of arcane brilliance—— In the extraordinary field of vision generated based on magic induction, what he can see is a "magnificent scene" that is difficult for ordinary mages to observe with all their strength:

Huge amounts of energy are gathering around the Fort of the Treaty, and the completed energy tower is experimentally injecting surging magic power into the energy rail. At the same time, an invisible magic field is vibrating in the air, and its focus is located at the main center of the castle. In the building, there is a vortex that is gradually taking shape - the Typhons are "testing" their basic unit of the portal, and it may not be long before that still immature vortex can really open and become a human being. The first step into the realm of the gods.

……

The howling cold wind blows head-on, rolling the dragon-headed flags flying high above the rough city walls and sentry towers in the distance, and the sound of waves and wind fills the ears alternately. A sound far colder and more powerful than the waves and winds of the North.

Victoria set foot on solid ground, and the icy wind of Tarrond slammed into the snow protection breath and breeze shield around her. Feeling the "good weather" in Tarrond, the powerful ice mage couldn't help squinting his eyes: "Compared with here, the weather in the mountains of Winterhold is really mild and drizzle."

A deep and familiar female voice sounded from her side: "Indeed, the environment in Shenglong Principality is much better than the current situation here - but I think for you, this level of cold wind should still be Is it nothing?"

"It's just a little chill." Victoria said indifferently, and looked back at her friend who was traveling with her this time - a huge iron chin first came into her eyes, followed by the slightly ferocious head of a black dragon , slender neck, mechanical armor covering the whole body, and magnificent dragon wings and dragon tail. This is a complete change. In this mighty black dragon form, there is no trace of the black-haired maid at all.

"It's really incredible, Maggie," Victoria couldn't help sighing, "Although it's not the first time I've seen it, I still can't believe this is you..."

"I hope you don't think my dragon form is too scary," Maggie lowered her head slightly, rubbing her chin on Victoria's shoulder, "It takes a long time for most ordinary people to adapt to the pressure brought by a dragon, and More than half of the servants in Winterhold still dare not gasp in front of my dragon form—even the maids who had a good relationship in the past dare not make fun of me casually now."

"Don't worry, I'm not such a superficial person," Victoria smiled lightly, and pushed Maggie's iron chin away with her fingers, "But to be honest, you really don't think about asking Mr. Nicholas to modify something in your set of equipment." Some... designs? For example, your dangerous iron chin..."

"Is it necessary to modify it? I think it's pretty grand," Maggie shook her head left and right, the bright "crashing horn" on her chin whizzed and cut the air, "In the current mainstream series of Steel Wings, this This kind of sharp impact angle is one of the signs of high-end products..."

Victoria didn't know what to say for a while, anyway, she couldn't understand the "trends" in the southern region that seemed to be updated several times a day, but her attention was not on this matter itself——

She looked not far away, and saw that the greeters from Binhai County had already walked towards her.

……

New Argondor, in the increasingly busy adventurer camp, Mordir Wilde moved out a rocking chair made of wood from the room, and the adventurers on the street were busy coming and going After that, he comfortably climbed onto the rocking chair and swayed there in a comfortable posture. A pack of snacks floated next to him under the lift of invisible magic power, and on the other side was his favorite drink on weekdays. Honey cider.

Eat two dried fruits, take a sip of rum, glance at the busy adventurers on the street, and let out a sigh of satisfaction - Mordir is very satisfied with his talent for enjoying life.

As long as the adventurers on the street pass by here, they all have strange expressions.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice sounded from the side, interrupting Modil's comfort: "Master Modir, what are you doing?"

The old mage followed the prestige and saw the familiar Miss Heilong and the strange expression on Miss Heilong's face that could not be concealed.

"Ah, can't you see it?" The old mage pointed to the light clothes he had changed in advance, and then pointed to the sky, "I'm basking in the sun."

Miss Black Dragon looked up at the sky in surprise, but only saw a bright starry sky - Tarrond was in the polar night, and the starlight would continue to cover the land for half a year. At this time, even the sun could not be seen , what kind of sun did this great adventurer get?

She couldn't help reminding: "Master Mordir...it's polar night..."

"I know, but it doesn't matter. As long as there is sunshine in your heart, there is a good place to bask in the sun." Modil waved his hands with a smile, and the rocking chair under his body shook again, "Of course, if you have no objections , I can throw a scorching sun into the sky, so that everyone in the adventurer camp can bask in the sun..."

The young black dragon was taken aback immediately: "...Please don't do this!"

"Hey, don't be so nervous, I have a sense of proportion, I can guarantee that the scorching sun will dissipate naturally before it falls to a dangerous height, and even a piece of the roof will not be burned..."

"No, no, that's not the problem," Miss Heilong waved her hands again and again, her face almost frightened, "You will cause panic by doing this!"

"Okay, okay, the dragon is much less courageous than I imagined." Modil waved his hands helplessly, and the interest he just raised fell again. He adjusted a comfortable posture on the recliner, Chasing customers said to Miss Heilong, "Then I will continue to bask in the sun in my heart..."

"...Master Mordir," Miss Heilong looked at the Mr. Adventurer, who was always doing amazing things, with a helpless expression on her face, "I want to remind you that although rest is your freedom, You are lying like this at the busiest intersection near the assembly area... the adventurers who come and go have already had a lot of opinions."

"Any opinion?" Modil blinked his eyes, stood up and glanced at the adventurers who were passing nearby, "They may have any opinions, but no one mentioned them to me."

Then someone has to have the guts to come here and mention it face to face!

Ms. Heilong looked at the big adventurer in front of her dumbfoundedly, and after two or three seconds of confrontation, she finally couldn't help sighing and said, "Actually, you're bored of having to stay in the camp all day, aren't you? "

Chapter 1220 The Third Intervention

Hearing the helpless sigh of Miss Black Dragon, the rocking chair under Modil finally stopped, the old mage rolled his eyes at the sky, and said angrily: "Aren't you talking nonsense - the adventure plan I originally made is now all gone. Putting it on hold, watching the people coming and going in front of me every day, listening to them come back and tell me about the new changes outside the camp, how could it not be boring."

The young black dragon girl had a troubled look on her face: "This...we are worried about accidents..."

"I know, I know," Mordir waved his hands impatiently before the other party finished speaking, "you are essentially worried that I will accidentally die outside before my descendants who are rushing from Loren continent arrive Well, what are you doing with so many embellishments..."

The face of the black dragon girl suddenly became more embarrassing than before: "Actually... it's not all because of this..."

"It's also because my mental state has gotten worse recently, and I'm worried that I'll make a big mess when I go out with other adventurers." Modil had already figured out all the thoughts of these dragons, although he said impatiently The cheerful expression on his face never stopped, "Hey, don't be so embarrassed that people guess what's going on, I don't want to embarrass you. In fact, I also understand that your concerns are not malicious. That's right, so I'm quite cooperative—since I met your leader last time, I haven't even been out on this street, but I'm usually bored, really bored..."

While talking, the great adventurer couldn't help but shook his head: "Hey, there are still too few entertainment items here. It's meaningless to go to the tavern a few times. I'm not good at gambling. Find a few people to play cards and chess, and few adventurers seem to be interested in it..."

Listening to the great adventurer's babbling, the expression on the face of the black dragon girl standing aside gradually changed, her eyelids drooped, and there was a sigh in her voice: "Entertainment... the current conditions of the adventurer's camp are really good. Limited, but in the past Tarrond, we did not lack all kinds of 'entertainment' - if you can see the lower area of ​​Agondor at that time, I am afraid you will never be bored."

Modil raised his eyelids and glanced at the black dragon: "You mean the addictive potion, and those nerve-stimulating hallucination generators and arenas?"

The black dragon girl blinked her eyes with a surprised expression: "Do you know this?"

"Adventurers will see the information about the Dragon Kingdom before they register, and I'm not the kind of brash who will throw away the information after I get it." Mordir shook his head, "Know as much as possible in advance This is a must-have professionalism for every adventurer."

"It's also...you are different from other adventurers," the black dragon girl smiled, and then she looked curious, "If this is the case, what do you think of the former Tarrond?"

"Me? I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I can't imagine what that grotesque world really looks like," Mordir shrugged, "But seeing that you would rather pay such a huge price for such a piece of wasteland, You have to break free from that situation, so it must not be as good as it looks on the surface."

The black dragon girl did not speak for a while, as if she was caught in some kind of memory. After a long time, her expression suddenly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her face: "Actually, if only from the perspective of individual 'survival', once It is not an exaggeration to call Tarrond the Paradise, but when you have to live under a fixed trajectory for tens of thousands or 10,000+ years, even your daily words and deeds must strictly follow a huge, complex and invisible framework Any Promised Land would be nothing but long torment if you hadn't. You're right, it's not a nice place."

"I'm suddenly a little curious." Mordir looked into the girl's eyes curiously, "I heard that in the old Tarrond period, most dragons didn't need to work, so what did you do every day at that time? ?”

"Duel." The black dragon girl smiled faintly.

"Duel?!" Modil was suddenly surprised, looking up and down at the opponent's slender and thin body, "You? Do you fight with people every day?"

"That's actually a kind of...entertainment. We took our brain tissue out of our original body and put it in a highly modified 'competitive body', and then drove the powerful competitive body in a Competing for 'targets' and rankings in very, very huge containers, with reckless deathmatch and cheering - and I'm a regular at Argondor's extreme arena, don't look at me now, that The number of opponents I dismantled at that time could not be counted with two claws."

"This..." Modil tried hard to imagine what it would be like, "Then are you guys going to compete for some very precious treasure in the arena?"

"No, it's usually just a mechanical ball manufactured by industry, or a symbolic metal ring to represent the score."

"Then...the winner has a high bonus?"

"There are indeed a lot of prize money, but most of the contestants don't really care about it, and in most cases, the income from participating in the competition will be used to repair the implants on the body, or to perform central nervous system repair surgery."

While saying this, the black dragon girl always had a faint smile on her face, but Modil couldn't help but widen her eyes. It was a way of life that he couldn't understand, and the madness that filled him during the period made him stunned: "Then... What are you planning?"