Chapter 1224 Under the Night of Tarrond

Listening to Keleta's narration, Maggie raised her slender neck and looked at the beacon devices in the distant wilderness that were regularly flashing lights under the starry sky of the polar night—the scorched war wasteland in the night. Extending, the cold starlight shines on those wrinkled hardened rock formations and uneven craters, the polar cold wind whizzes past the earth, and the wind carries the unique smell of some kind of pollution leakage, and those beacons Shining in such a ruin, relying on small energy supply modules and simple protection, they stand in the cold wind, forming a thin but never-ending "border" in the wilderness.

The light of the beacon extends all the way to the end of the line of sight. Compared with the endless lights that once shone on the land of Tallond, this little light is like fireflies, but these fireflies are the first time the dragons have come to this cruel land. The safe territory that was "gnawed" out after the first fight, outside the lights, is a desperate situation where life cannot gain a foothold. Inside the lights, it is the only remaining home of the dragons.

Just like every dragonborn who has the opportunity to set foot on Tarrond, after seeing this wasteland and the efforts made by the dragons to survive, all the imaginations about the "hometown of dragons" in Maggie's mind are gone. After a little bit of collapse into reality, this reality is not very beautiful, but at least it can be seen and touched.

Keleta stood beside Maggie, raising one wing and pointing to the distance: "This is the boundary of the Orange Zone—according to the current division method, the Orange Zone is also a 'safe zone', at least for people with certain self-protection capabilities. As far as the superhumans and dragons are concerned, these areas are still survivable. The other side of the light is the red area, have you seen those brighter places? That is the rest station in the red area, and the fighters use those rest stations as nodes , Gradually clear the pollution and cracks in the red zone..."

"What about outside the red zone?" Maggie asked suddenly, "Are there other areas outside the red zone?"

"Yes, the black area is a general term for all areas with unknown conditions, including those areas that have been explored but are extremely dangerous and cannot be dealt with by existing means. In fact, the black area is most of Tarrond's current situation—— The explored area including the red zone only accounts for less than one-tenth of the entire continent," Coretta said slowly, "The exploration of the black zone is extremely risky, and only the most elite professional fighting dragons can take on this important task , but we have to explore those places, where there are resources we urgently need, there may be factories that are still running or have repair value, there may even be dragon eggs, or compatriots who are in the dark waiting for rescue..."

Maggie listened carefully to Coretta's narration, with a thoughtful expression, she was silent for a moment after Coretta finished speaking, and then suddenly said: "About the information about the advancement and construction in the wasteland. ...Can it be made public?"

"Public?" Coretta froze for a moment, but quickly thought about it, and nodded lightly, "There is nothing to keep secret, the jury is even considering compiling these materials into booklets and handing them out to Loren The aid team and adventurers who came here are used as a reference—what, are you interested in these things?"

"It's not me, it's our Majesty—I mean His Majesty Cecil," Maggie said immediately, "We are planning to counterattack the wasteland of Gondor,

You should know that place - it's a land devastated by demon tides, where aberrations and other dangerous mutant creatures roam, although it's different from Tarrond, the challenges we have to face are similar - you Experience in this land can help us a lot. "

Keleta blinked. She obviously hadn't thought about it in this direction before, but soon she understood Maggie's thoughts, and a smile with eighteen fangs appeared on her face: "Ah, of course this is a good thing, I Report this to the leader when you go back. He should be very happy to provide the Alliance with information in this regard—Since the end of the war, Tarrond has been receiving help from the kingdoms of Loren. Dragons are not used to being indebted Race."

Maggie bent her neck slightly and shook her head from side to side. This was a movement she had just learned from other dragons. In the tradition of pureblood dragons, this gesture represented friendship and gratitude.

Coretta returned a salute, and then her attention was shifted to other places - her eyes fell on Maggie's mechanical armor with complex structure but rough style. The all-powerful "Duel Dragon Lady" has actually been interested in the mechanical armor on Maggie's body from the very beginning, but until now, the relationship between the two has become a little familiar, and she finally couldn't help asking: "The armor on your body?" 'Armor'...is that the 'steel wings' mentioned by the Dragonborn in Binhai County?"

"Yes," Maggie raised her head, shaking her wings and tail a little ostentatiously, the steel structure at the connection made a rattling sound in the night, but her words were still very modest, "And Tarrond's Compared with technology, this should be nothing."

"It was Tallond in the past—Tallond today can't make any full-body implants or power armor," Coretta looked at Maggie's armor with a little envy, "and Aside from this point... I also like the style of your equipment more, this kind of rough steel structure, the combination of machinery and runes... Seriously, this thing is so beautiful! Especially the device on your chin ...What is this? A ram?"

"Actually, it's just part of the head armor," Maggie couldn't help laughing, shaking her head from side to side. This was the first time she heard it from someone other than Rebecca in a long time. The compliment about her "iron chin" made her suddenly feel that her aesthetics are still normal, "Of course, if the situation requires it, you can use it as a bumper - this thing is mixed with purple steel and fine gold , very hard..."

"I like this!" Coretta's eyes lit up, her huge wings fluttered restlessly, this "Duelist" seemed to recall his exciting days in the extreme arena, "the combination of primitive and advanced , Why didn’t I think of this idea when I designed the combat attachment for myself in the arena? If I had this in the last battle...if I had this...well, having this may not stop others from following The sneak attack on the back..."

The second half of Keleta's sentence seemed quite resentful, and Maggie had heard about the concept of the Extreme Arena from her before. This dragonborn couldn't help but imagine a real pure-blooded dragon equipped with steel armor What kind of mighty image will it look like afterwards? She shook her head and said happily: "This armor may not have any practical significance on a pure-blooded dragon, but wearing something with this style of painting to the arena you mentioned Fighting with people can definitely shock the contestants to..."

While speaking, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips: "After all, this is..."

The second half of Maggie's sentence came to an abrupt end, her tongue stuck to her iron chin, and the rest of the syllables turned into a series of indistinct murmurs: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Keletta was still immersed in the emotion of the past a second ago, but when she turned her head and looked at it, she was taken aback, and quickly reminded: "Hey! You are stuck! Burn it, burn it, and quickly make a fire!"

Maggie finally reacted, a string of bright sparks instantly ignited in her throat, and then it turned into a flame and gushed out of her mouth——she urgently controlled the power of the dragon's breath, at least she didn't kill Keletta next to her. It burned, and under the high temperature of the flame, her tongue finally broke free from the iron jaw.

The small hill fell into silence, and Keletta carefully glanced at her new friend who seemed to be a bit shocked, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay?"

"I was careless..." Maggie said in a muffled and hoarse voice, and she didn't know whether it was because of her tongue injury or trauma on the spiritual level, "I forgot I was wearing something...but it shouldn't stick So strong..."

Coretta sighed. "You licked iron at the North Pole in winter—I don't think there's anything suspicious about that."

The corner of Maggie's mouth seemed to tremble, but it was not easy to see under the cover of the iron chin: "Well, you are right... this is really bad, I remember that I have rarely done it since I was an adult Such a stupid thing..."

Keletta glanced at this new friend, shook her head after a little silence: "Think about it, you are not the only one who does this. After the disappearance of the great shield of Tarrond, there are many people who have lived in the 'greenhouse' all their lives. The dragons in the game are only exposed to the real polar climate for the first time, and we have to learn everything from scratch - poisonous factory ruins and wandering elemental creatures are not all the challenges that the dragons have to face, we also have to face in the Arctic. Curious compatriots licking the iron railings..."

Maggie listened dumbfounded. Obviously, this is something that no serious scholar would mention in a serious "Monograph on Dragons", but slowly, she finally couldn't help laughing, and even brought a smile beside her. Corletta also laughed.

The laughter of the two giant dragons echoed on the star-covered wasteland of Tarrond.

...

Two hours later, Coretta returned to the adventurer's hut where Modil lived, and Victoria Wilde had already left here temporarily.

"She said she would come back soon," Modil said to the black dragon girl in front of her, with a hint of helplessness in her tone, "She has to make some arrangements and ask the manager of the adventurer camp for help—listen to that It means that she plans to live near me. To be honest, I can understand her feelings, but I don't think it's necessary..."

"... Ms. Victoria has her own arrangements." Coretta didn't know about Mordill's deterioration, but she knew Victoria Wild's identity, so after a brief hesitation, she could only say so.

"I know, I just said it casually," Modil smiled, and then he suddenly showed a mysterious look, and whispered close to Keleta's ear, "By the way, you know what, My descendant... might be a big shot."

Keletta was stunned. She didn't know how to answer the great adventurer for a while, so she could only perfunctory: "Ah, big shot? What kind of big shot?"

"She said she was an administrative official of the Government Affairs Department, an ordinary administrative official," Modil said slowly, sitting on his rocking chair, but soon shook his head slightly, "but I know she didn't to be honest."

Coretta: "...huh?"

"My memory is not very good, and my spirit is a little unstable, but I'm not stupid—and I still have a pair of good eyes," the old man said with a smile, pointing to his own head and eyes. Said, "She is a big person, not a small official. A small official does not have her kindness, and a small official will not disturb the upper echelons of Tarrond, let alone talk about the ruler of the empire in that calm tone. ... She is not good at lying, of course, she may not be good at lying in front of my eyes."

Listening to the old man's words, Keletta suddenly became a little nervous: "So you..."

"I came up with a few guesses, but I didn't dare to think deeply about any of them, and I didn't even dare to think about those key words in my mind." Modil's rocking chair shook slightly, and the wood creaked, " I also imposed a few mental hints on myself to stop my uncontrollable thoughts—don’t worry, girl, the old man has a sense of proportion. I have experienced many weird and bizarre situations in my life, so I naturally have some coping skills. "

"……You have worked hard."

"It's not hard work," Modil smiled and waved his hands. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky under the extreme night with some ecstasy. Your Excellency Gore has done a test for me. Some key information stimuli will cause my memory to be confused for a period of time, and even the entire consciousness will be reset. Sometimes it will only be reset for a short period of time, but maybe it will be the next time. It will make me forget the whole day - I finally met my descendant, if she comes to see me tomorrow, but I don't know her, do you think it will be a bit embarrassing?"

Keletta suddenly realized that she didn't know how to respond, so she had to stand quietly beside the old mage, listening to the old man's rambling babble.

"I never thought that I would have a relative, although there is almost six hundred years between this relative and me..." Modil said slowly, "In my only memory, I have been wandering around, I went to many places, met many people, and recorded many things, but none of them could have a stable connection with me. After a long time, I even forgot about 'time' itself, and I was in a daze all day long, until Today, I seem to realize that some people and some things I remember are even the first dynasty of Ansu..."

"You have relatives, and your relatives have not forgotten you," Coretta couldn't help but said, "Even if you don't remember them anymore, they have always..."

She didn't finish her sentence, because there were even and slight snores from the direction of the old mage.

Modil fell asleep, and fell asleep basking in the "sun in his heart" in this extremely night dragon city, but this time, with a slight smile on his lips, the monotonous world of black and white did not come to him , he slept soundly.

...

After returning to the temporary residence of New Argondor, Victoria met Maggie who had returned from the outskirts of the city.

"Modir Wilder's condition is very bad. I suspect that he is being chased by the power of the ancient gods—and this power has begun to have an effect on the real world," she said to Maggie quickly, "I I need you to return to Loren as soon as possible, report the matter to His Majesty, and bring back a 'sample' at the same time."

"Understood, I can leave at any time." Maggie nodded immediately and said, but her voice seemed a little hoarse and weird.

A look of curiosity suddenly appeared on Victoria's face: "What's wrong with your throat?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Maggie's face. In front of her friend's inquiry, she had no choice but to turn her head away unnaturally: "It's nothing, it's just that the hiccup hurt her throat."

"Hiccup?"

"Hmm, hiccup."

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