Chapter 1054： Suddenly

The light that rises in the wilderness is actually very weak. Compared with this vast land, its number is pitifully small. However, even so, in these short minutes, Merita still felt that they filled her all. His vision-she couldn't even turn her gaze away.

After a while, some of the light temporarily extinguished, but the rest was still maintained, shining like stars in this cold and dim "Polar Midnight".

"The one over there—the farthest point, at the foot of the mountain, there may be another camp," Noretta also stared at the distance, pointing to a cluster of fire at the end of the field of vision, with a hint of light on her face. Excited, "Can you see it? There are a few smaller light sources moving around there, maybe it's a patrolling team!"

"I saw it, I saw it," Melita said repeatedly, "and east of the camp, in the direction of the former Ruth Valley, where several fireballs have just been raised... Maybe a few survivors gathered together... …"

Noretta calmed down and stared at those places for a long time. It took a long time to break the silence: "Now they should be able to hold on for longer..."

Melita scratched her hair and didn't know what to answer for a while, but it took a long time to hold out a few syllables: "Yes, it is indeed like this..."

...

On the high tower, the soaring flames are burning with the assistance of the booster device. Although the cold wind from the coast is still roaring, it can't blow out the dazzling flame. Balogre is standing on the booster device. By the side, until it was confirmed that these things could operate stably, they handed over the matter here to the other dragons, turned and left the guard tower.

He came to a high platform nearby. Here, Andal and Herragor were standing in the night breeze, looking at the direction of the distant plain, and there were other red dragons standing on the edge of the high platform, focusing on recording something. .

"Did you see the signals just now?" Andal heard the footsteps coming from behind, and turned his head first and said to Balogall, "More than we thought!"

"I saw it, but it's definitely not as clear as you can see," Barroger couldn't help but smile-he even thought he hadn't smiled like this in a thousand years, "The pillar of fire on the sentry tower is very bright. Some of it affects my sight-as I said, it is a very grand "bonfire"."

"We have recorded the location of the signal," Herragor said. "Frankly speaking, quite a few of them are far away or very dangerous. Based on the current situation of the camp, it is not possible to send a team to search, but at least It shows us the direction. As long as the situation here improves slightly, we can send a team to assist the compatriots trapped in the ruins."

"In addition, there is a more important point-we have confirmed the existence of other survivor camps," Andal continued. "There is at least one beacon that shows obvious camp characteristics: larger scale and longer duration. Long, there are other activity signals around. This is not something that a few dragons can do. Looking at the direction, it should be Akatosh, where there are solid factories and underground shelters, and there is a very, very deep mine. The underground was originally Omi A node of the Ga system is located, and survivors rely on those facilities to survive with a high probability."

Balroger had a hint of hope: "We can now..."

"No, it's too far, and there is a blockade of elements raging and losing control of gravity." Hragor shook his head, "but we can slowly open up a line of communication in the wilderness. In any case, we have determined the other camps. Existence is the most important thing."

Balrogl nodded slightly, and then he showed a contemplative look, and slowly said in his thoughts: "With more survivors confirmed, we should also consider the longer-term future... Based on the current situation of the camp, How many people can we feed?"

"To be honest, it's not optimistic," Andal sighed, "I discussed this with Duke Moore. Now our food sources are mainly from several warehouses and a food processing plant found nearby. After being burned and polluted, they can last for one to two months of consumption. In addition, the camp has sent a team to the direction of the coastline. We can find some supplies from the sea and nearby islands, but the quantity will not be too much: The gravitational storm tore the edge of the continent, and the entire offshore area was greatly affected.

"In contrast, the problem of fresh water is easier to solve. In addition to filtering and purifying the seawater, you can also capture low-level water elements that wander nearby-just be careful not to overdo it and cause elemental riots. It will be troublesome."

"So, in the short term, we cannot be self-sufficient. Even if we can obtain a stable food supply on the islands farther away, it will be a long time later," Barroger said in a deep voice. "Before that, everyone will Starving, the only way to survive is to dig in the warehouses and factories buried in ruins... It is impossible to achieve stable supplies."

"And one more thing to note: Few dragons know how to grow and harvest crops without relying on automatic systems, not to mention that without the ecological dome and weather controllers, most parts of the Arctic cannot achieve agriculture by themselves. "Production," Andal said, "the harvest from hunting is limited, and the skills to obtain food and even process food have to be learned from scratch. After we lose our automatic farms and synthetic factories, our start will be extremely difficult. This situation will continue. The surviving dragons will have to turn their eyes to... a warmer human world."

The expression on Balroger's face changed slightly: "What do you mean..."

"Instead of waiting for the situation to continue to deteriorate, and waiting for some of our compatriots to take the risk and choose the next move without seeing hope, we should take the initiative to do something," Hragor said, looking into Balogre's eyes, "Talron The era of German closure is over. Now that we have survived, we should find ways to face these changes.

"For more than one million years, our compatriots have never faced'change'. They don't know the way of survival other than the cradle, so now is a very critical moment-we must be in the forefront. Become the'representative' of Tarrond's first contact with the outside world, in order to establish a new order of communication with the outside world, this new order should be civilized and orderly.

"I have discussed with Andar just now that the dragons should return to the world stage, contact humans, and contact other intelligent races on the Loren continent. We really need help, but we are not going to beg, we have to take it out. Some things are exchanged for scarce materials, even scarce living space-all of which must follow the principle of equivalent exchange.

Andal on the side listened quietly. After Hragor's voice fell, he sighed with a complicated expression: "Equivalent exchange... Now we have a lot of debts."

Balroger quickly reacted: "You mean... the Mithril Treasury?"

"As far as this world is concerned, the Mithril Treasury is dead in name-in addition to the outlets set up in Tarrond, some things may still be preserved. The headquarters and all the main warehouses of the Treasury have been wiped out, at least in the case of Agundor. So. We now owe a large amount of debt, and this debt is not even limited to the main material world..."

"Then pay it back slowly," Herragor said. "The dragon keeps its promise. We will pay as much as we owe, and we will give out whatever we can."

He said this in a low and solemn tone. From this tone, Balrog heard resolute and thoughtfulness. He looked at the old friend in front of him—from 1.87 million years ago, he He is the leader of the dragon. Today, 1.87 million years later, he is still using his own way to maintain everything about the dragon, including the survival of the dragon, as well as the only self-esteem of the dragon.

"What do we have left that we can take out now?" After a moment of silence, Barroger asked, "This wasteland is not even enough to feed ourselves."

"There is always something that can be taken out. Even if Tarrond is destroyed, we still have many things that are enough to arouse the interest of other races. In addition to the technologies that have dangerous generation gaps, we also have some knowledge that can be revealed. There may be some treasures in these warehouses, and some treasures can always be dug up under the ruins, which is really impossible...We still have our own flesh and blood and bones."

Herragor's speech was very slow, but his eyes were firm, his expression revealed his attitude-that was his bottom line for the dragon civilization.

Talrond may have fallen, but the dragon is still standing. The dragons were once the most powerful civilization on the planet, and it is the only civilization that has managed to break free from the yoke of the gods in more than a million years, even though it is now in a ruin. At this point, he also did not allow his race to degenerate-the dragons would not become thieves, would not become robbers, and would not live like beasts.

The Dragon Clan Hall is back on the world stage.

"Since you have decided, then I naturally support it," Balroger nodded, "Then, since we want to contact humans and other intelligent races, we must have a plan. The first is to find and understand the Loren continent. The candidates of all races, secondly, are looking for the target of the early contact, and finally... we still need to collect some intelligence to understand the current situation in the Loren continent."

"What's the situation in the Loren continent?" Andal murmured, "I really should investigate first. The changes in the outside world are much faster than we are familiar with, and now is the moment when they change the fastest."

While talking, he nodded slightly: "As for understanding the candidates of the various races in the Loren continent and the early contact targets, I already have a general idea."

"That's good," Balroger exhaled, "I will also take action-after the camp is stabilized, I will return to the Principality of the Holy Dragon. Now the Principality of the Holy Dragon has established contact with the human kingdom of the Loren continent. There can also be a window for Tarrond to understand the continent of Loren.

"In addition, although there is not much surplus in the crop production in the Principality, I should be able to raise some food and medicine. However, I may need some extra time to do some preparations there. After all, the Dragonborn... …Is not ready to face Tarrond."

Speaking of this, the Dragon Blood Grand Duke couldn’t help but feel a little regretful: “It’s a pity that it’s the winter in the Loren continent. The food storage in the northern region should be limited. Neighboring human countries have bought enough food...I can only do my best."

"Dragonborns..." Herragor's expression was a little complicated, and it took a long time to sigh, "That mountain is not a place with abundant supplies. It will be very difficult for the dragonborns to feed the primitive dragons that consume a lot of money. A big burden, so you can do what you can. After all, we never thought of relying on the power of the Holy Dragon Principality..."

"For our daring plan, those dragonborn have already taken on too many things without knowing it," Andal sighed, "We should have been their shelter and guidance, but in the end we became them. Burden."

Balogre shook his head: "For many years, I have been watching the Principality of the Holy Dragon. I watched the dragon descendants step by step to this day. The genetic adjustment took away their wings and even made them great in their lives. Part of the time can only survive in human form, but the dragonborn has never forgotten Tarrond-we are connected by blood.

"Maybe not all dragonborn can understand what we do, but I believe that most of them will choose to help their mother after knowing the truth. After all, we are all dragons."

After that, the platform was quiet for a while, and the three leaders were thinking about long-term issues, so that no one spoke. Except for the whistling wind in the air, only the search team occasionally took off and landed. The sound of flapping wings, and the intermittent music coming from the depths of the camp.

The sky seemed to be darker than before. Stars appeared from the side of the sky closer to the night. Herragor raised his head and scanned the quiet and cold night sky. He took a deep breath and slowly. Slowly breathe out.

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"Hragor?" Andal, the nearest one, was the first to notice the change of his old friend, "What's wrong with you?"

"Did you hear the sound?" Herragor's face was very serious, and his eyes were so serious that it was almost terrifying. "Did you hear...'He'?"

Andal and Balogre were only startled by Herragor's face at first, but then they were truly startled by the words of the other party, and even exclaimed in unison: "'He?!"

"Don't you hear it?" Herragor's gaze swept across the faces of the two old friends, as if confirming whether their minds were normal, "Just now, there was a momentary echo."

"No," Andal also became nervous. He repeatedly confirmed his mental condition before shook his head vigorously, "I can be sure."

"I didn't hear it either." Balroger confirmed also.

Herragor frowned and confirmed his own mental condition. He was slightly relieved after a full half a minute, but his frown was not loosened at all.

"Could it be that the illusion was caused by being too nervous?" Balogre asked hesitantly, "The shackles have disappeared. We have confirmed this again and again, and as long as the ceremony is completed, this process is irreversible."

"...I hope this is an illusion, but I dare not easily use the word'illusion' to explain any abnormal phenomenon that occurs in my mind," Herragor said in a deep voice, "We... better confirm it again. ."