Chapter 92 Nicholas Egg

To be honest, this metal egg hatched from a stone egg is really bright. It looks slightly smaller than before, but it is still about one meter three in diameter. Its surface is pure silver-white, extremely smooth like a mirror. , the smooth sphere even has a feeling of industrial precision polishing, it just floats in the air less than half a meter from the ground, and emits a bb mixed with metallic vibrato from the sphere: "I will never accept this name! Is it a name! Open your eyes and take a good look at it, what am I like an egg - and when did I say I was an egg?!"

"We always thought you were a dragon egg..." Rebecca spun around the metal ball like a curious cat, occasionally daring to poke it with a staff (amazingly, the ball actually No response), "I didn't expect you to hatch from an egg and still be an egg... Isn't the egg of an egg an egg?"

The metal ball vibrated loudly, and the voice sounded exasperated: "You just hatched as an egg! Your whole family is called Dandan! I have always been like this, and our whole family will be like this when they grow up!"

Gao Wen struggled to hold back the twitching of his face, and used countless years of satellite mastery to suppress the tendency of the Three Views to collapse. He struggled to maintain his sanity and composure, and tried to communicate with the metal egg in front of him: "You said just now. Your whole clan? Are there many... creatures like you? What the hell are you? Why have I never seen such a strange being like you?"

Whatever the ball was, it was unlikely to be a dragon, but Gawain was certain that he had never heard of such a peculiar life form in this world—if it was indeed a life form. The shape of this metal sphere is completely different from all creatures in this world. If it really evolved naturally on this land, then it and its group cannot hide from Gao Wen, who have been hanging in the sky for countless years. Eye.

Unless it appears in those time periods of Gawain's "fragment".

The ball heard Gawain's question, but didn't cooperate very much: "You have involved my secret, I'm not sure if I can trust you savages--and I have to say my name first. , I can't be called Eggy even if you kill me..."

"Do you have a name yourself?" Hetty asked curiously at this time, which was a good idea.

"Name... eh, yes, I should have a name," Metal Egg thought hard in the air, "Mom... I forgot."

Everyone: "..."

Gao Wen: "You don't even remember your own name, so what if someone named you one?!"

The tone of the metal ball was suddenly particularly rude: "Then I'm not called Eggy anyway."

The blue veins on Gao Wen's forehead couldn't help but pop out again: "Could it be that I have to call you St. Nicholas Egg?"

The metal ball froze for a moment,

Then he swayed from side to side with satisfaction: "Oh yo? This name is not bad..."

Gawain felt that communicating with this ball was wasting his life at three times the speed, and he also remembered that there are a lot of troubles outside that need to be dealt with by himself, so he shook his head: "Okay, in a word, you can do it again. Just be honest for a day, we just had a monster attack and I have to deal with a whole bunch of follow-up troubles - I don't want you to add more mess to me during this time."

The metal egg landed slowly, lying in the pit where it had been before: "Xingxingxing, you can do your job, I'm too lazy to run around - I almost died from the tossing today..."

Gawain glanced suspiciously at the silver-white "big egg", doubting whether this guy could really be quiet and do nothing, but considering that this guy had experienced a thrilling and failed "escape" just now , it is estimated that it will not try a second time in a short time, so I believe it for the time being.

Believe it or not, there are still a lot of things to deal with in the camp, so you can't spend all your time trying to figure out what to do with a ball.

The group left the tent, and Hetty couldn't help but look back at the tent curtain that had been re-tied before leaving: "Let's just leave that ball like that?"

Although what she said seemed to be worried that the ball would cause trouble, her eyes were full of curiosity and exploratory light. As a mage and a researcher, Heidi had an endless interest in the "unknown", and A floating, talking metal ball is definitely more "unknown" than any "unknown" she has encountered in her life. To be honest, if the responsibility wasn't on her shoulders and the ball would most likely be unwilling to cooperate, she would really like to transport the big ball to her laboratory now - she could study for half a month in one go.

Not to mention slicing, at least you have to take a look at the stuffing inside...

Gawain now knows a little bit about Heidi, and by looking at her expression, he can tell what the eldest granddaughter is thinking, but he didn't say anything, just shook his head: "It's not one that stays put and doesn't move. It’s a stone, it can move and think, and it looks like its athletic performance is pretty good, and it has the talent to control metal and magic power. It’s not good to force it, and it’s not necessarily controllable, so it’s better to let it take the initiative to cooperate.”

As he said that, he glanced at the soldiers standing guard not far away.

These soldiers still followed the previous instructions, guarding the cordon ten meters away from the tent - although it is not certain whether this distance is beyond the metal control ability of that Nicholas egg, but this can give the soldiers a little peace of mind.

"Of course, we still need to strengthen our vigilance," Gawain said, "replace the militia with family warriors, but still monitor them from a distance. Tell the soldiers in advance that the sphere in the tent is a magical device that stores ancient souls. They shouldn't have too much contact and communication with the ball. If the ball really runs around, let them report it to the top as soon as possible, and don't conflict - the ball is cowardly, but when it jumps up and smashes people, it's a distorted body. One, ordinary soldiers can't stop it at all."

"What do you think that ball is?" Hetty asked with a frown. "Is it... is it really a magical creation of the ancient Gondor Empire?"

After the "Dragon Egg Hypothesis" was ruled out, Hetty couldn't help but think of this direction - in this world, the heritage of Gondor and the legend of the dragon have many similarities, for example, they are suitable for explaining those explanations Unclear things, its effect is similar to the metaphysics on earth...

"The Gondor Empire is not omnipotent," Gawain shook his head. "Even the Arcanists and Puppet Masters of the Spark Age could not create magical creations with this level of intelligence."

But he didn't say the other half of the sentence: not to mention the magical artificial intelligence expert of the Gondor Empire, even every kingdom, every generation of civilization, every single generation of civilization that had been active on this continent before the Gondor Empire. No race has ever seen an intelligent creation of this level.

Gawain didn't dare to completely rule out the possibility that the ball was "artificial", but at least he could be sure that the ball was not the creation of any race on this continent.

In fact, he was more inclined to think that the ball really came from some strange, intelligent race beyond human cognition.

I just don't know how it came to this continent...

After hearing Gawain's answer, Hetty lowered her head slightly and fell into deep thought, while Druid Pittman, who was beside him, remained silent. He still looked tangled and frustrated, which made Gawain look at him more: "Do you have questions too?"

"Why is that egg still an egg when it hatches..." The old Druid's eyebrows almost tangled together, "Why isn't it a dragon egg?"

Even Amber couldn't stand it anymore: "Why are you so obsessed with dragon eggs!"

The little old man grabbed his beard and said, "Dragon egg! It's a dragon when it hatches! Do you know how much you can exchange for a piece of scale or a little blood? Even if it can't be exchanged for money, I will carry a baby dragon and run to the Holy Land. Long duchy, at least come back with a real count!"

"As far as you think, throwing it into the Holy Dragon Principality will cost you at least 40 times of hanging." Gao Wen glared at the little old man, "If you have the time to think about this, tell me how the wounded are."

The little old man twisted his beard vigorously, and let go of the topic with a sigh: "Oh... well, it's not a dragon egg, it's not a dragon egg. You don't have to worry too much about the wounded, I have already matched the best I can. All the potions have been delivered, and the more serious injuries have also been treated with magic, to ensure that there will be no more serious injuries and death. To be honest, this is a miracle, I originally thought that even if your bold plans worked, The guards at the camp also had to die, but I didn't expect that basically all of them were wounded, and none of them died."

"You underestimated the standard equipment of the ancient Gondor Empire," Gawain shook his head, "Soldiers of that era were very hard to die."

The little old man glanced at Gawain and said indifferently: "Then you better have a sense of crisis, I heard the two knights chatting in your family, most of the soldiers' armors and battle crystals are already in battle. Damaged, and those things don't seem to be able to be repaired or recharged. Although you saved your life, you can't save the equipment itself. At this consumption rate, it won't take long for you to sit on the mountain."

"Don't worry, we already have better weapons," Gawain smiled and looked towards the camp. "More importantly, we have better ideas."

This time, it was Amber who spoke: "You mean those burst crystals that you used to blow up cliffs and create traps?"

Gao Wen nodded slightly.

"Okay, those crystals are really powerful, but it's not realistic to solve all problems with them alone," Amber shook his head, "They are too restrictive to use, and they lack a safe way to detonate. You tell me, I was almost scared to death when Hetty detonated. I even got into the shadow world, and I was blown away by the shock wave for several somersaults - I have to sue you, your big chest and no brains. The granddaughter only supports herself with a shield..."

Hetty, who was walking behind Gawain, immediately glared at Amber.

However, Gao Wen didn't notice the little spark between the half-elf and Zeng Zeng... his great-granddaughter. He just smiled and looked into the distance. On the horizon, the giant sun was slowly sinking. The light diffused around the sun wheel complements each other and is extremely splendid.

Everything is flawed when it first appears.

Now that the aberration crisis has receded for the time being, it's time to focus on addressing these flaws.