Chapter 1063： Elemental Missing

The northern land has ushered in spring, but for Longlin Fort, which is located on the top of the mountains, the cold wind is the main melody that never stops-the wind that comes from the direction of the coastline and is constantly rolling up with the surging waves of the mountains. The ground is blowing on this ancient fortress built with huge stones, and between the castle’s external cloister and the towering walls, the howling sounds hard to stop day and night.

A huge brazier burned in the corridor between the inner and outer courts of the castle. The energy shield rising between the braziers blocked the cold wind from the outer corridor, but there was still a whistling sound coming through the shield from time to time. Sir Gorosh Hickel stood between the two huge stone pillars, looking through the open corridor to the direction of the outer courtyard. The heavily armed dragon blood warrior stood upright in the cold wind, like a stone carving.

The strong physique of the Dragonborn can ignore this bit of cold wind on the top of the mountain. This is also one of the parts that people living in this land are most proud of their blood.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Sir Gorosh turned his head and saw Sir Ksimir with short black hair coming to his side. He nodded slightly to the opponent, who then said casually in response: "I heard from the Grand Duke that the wind in Tarrond is colder and more violent than here...I can't imagine the scene there."

"Neither can I," said Sir Gorosh. "We dragonborn have never traveled north since we were born, and we are also forbidden to learn anything about the other side of the northern ocean... At this point, you and I are the same."

Sir Ksimir fell silent for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said: "How do you think the people of the Principality will react after knowing the truth? Everyone will accept this one that has lasted millions of years. 'Arrangement', and now the'mother race'?"

"...We may not be able to accurately predict, there are too many variables behind this incident," Gorosh shook his head, "Even myself, after knowing everything, I have been confused for a long time. I am right. The feeling of the primitive dragons is very...complex. On the one hand, when the Tarrond civilization is doomed, they exiled the'dragon descendants' from their hometown and prohibited returning to protect us. It is precisely because of this protection. We don’t have to face the final battle, and we don’t need to become icy corpses on the wasteland in the north, but on the other hand...this protection is also imposed on us by them, and the coldest and most unforgiving Way. Of course, I can accept this, but there are millions of people in the Principality, and there must be many people who cannot accept this."

"No one likes an arranged fate-the dragonborn is even more so," Ksimir smiled. "The wind in these mountains is too cold and hard, making the dragonborn living here also become stones. The same kind of hard-hearted race, in my opinion, we may have to work a lot to get everyone to gradually accept the truth about Tarrond..."

Halfway through what Jazz said, footsteps came from the side, and at the same time a disdainful female voice rang out: "In my opinion, these ideas are all hypocritical."

"Ms. Ashalena," Sir Ximir followed his reputation and saw a woman with a red-haired shawl coming up. He nodded with a smile and greeted the other party, "Your evaluation is really good. Sharp as always."

"Just tell the truth," Dragon Seal Witch Asha Lena snorted, looking rather disapproving. "If you don't like fate to be arranged, this is a matter of leisure time to consider after living too easily. Those who have died on the battlefield for a lifetime. People who crawl out will never care if their life was arranged to be saved-if someone thinks that they have been broken off with their wings, Tarrond is sorry for himself, it is very simple, send them to Tar Lund, kill them in the wasteland. If what they want is a fate that has not been changed, then this is the fate that has not been changed—the fate that primitive dragons are facing. By then, I am afraid they will cry. Shouting and coming back too."

Sir Ximir listened to the words of the Dragon Seal Witch, and said dumbfoundedly: "...It is sharp, indeed, you deserve to be a person who has traveled in the human world for many years, and your perspective on the problem is indeed new and powerful."

"I just remembered what a human being said to me," Ashalena said casually, "'The dead in a heroic battle are eligible to be buried with the saber, but the survivors can be beside the former's grave. Bragging at the barbecue'-I once dismissed this sentence, but then I became more aware of its validity."

Sir Ksimir was taken aback after hearing it, and his expression became strange: "...This doesn't sound like a remark that a hero can say."

"Yeah, he is not a hero, so that guy is still alive today-and those who act as heroes are buried with their swords," Ashalena said softly, the second half It seems to be talking to himself, "...If you can, I really hope those guys can drink and brag with us..."

Gorosh looked at the red-haired witch with some curiosity: "Ms. Ashalena? Are you..."

"No, nothing, just distracted," Ashalena quickly got rid of her memory, raised her head to look at the high-ranking courtier in front of her, "Ah, I almost forgot the business...Sir Golos, it seems we are going again The human world has taken a trip: the candidate to represent the Principality of Sacred Dragon to participate in the conference has been finalized. Because the Grand Duke needs to stay here to stabilize the situation in the Principality, it is you and me who are the envoys this time."

...

Accompanied by Melita, Cassandra came to a high platform next to the camp. The huge boulders that protruded from the surface showed a semi-melted state and then solidified. The brittle ground was still full of obsidian. With scattered streamers, standing on a high platform, you can see the entire camp area under the sheltered bay, as well as most of the beaches outside the camp area and part of the wasteland leading to the inland.

Even though the month of recovery has come, the cold wind in the Arctic is still cold. Cassandra carefully controls her elemental body, while preventing herself from freezing accidentally, while curiously looking at the sea monster. Yan is very strange and mysterious land——the large area of ​​ruins and some remaining alloy giants in the field of vision show the advanced prosperity here, which makes her a bit regretful, regretting that she could not be in the glorious era of Tarrond Visit here-many things that amazed the fish are destined to be impossible to reproduce, or even if it can be rebuilt here, it is unknown how many years later.

"As you can see, after that war...there are all these things here," Melita said. "For us races trapped in the rules of the world, the cost of breaking free is so high—just In order to be able to talk freely with such'outsiders' like you, we have to pay the price of our lives."

"This world is really unfriendly... it's far worse than our hometown," Cassandra sighed, shaking her head, "Of course, I mean before our hometown was destroyed..."

"Your hometown... is destroyed?" Merita looked at the sea monster in a little astonishment, obviously she didn't understand this history.

"It happened a long, long time ago... Our hometown suffered a sudden attack. The invaders were very powerful, and we had nothing to fight back, so we actually escaped," Cassandra smiled very much. He said openly, "Many, many years have passed since then, presumably even those invaders have already died... The ocean in my hometown may have rejuvenated, but we seem to be unable to go back."

"...The exchanges with the aliens are really rewarding," Melita was stunned for a while and couldn't help sighing. "We races who have always been trapped on the planet cannot imagine beyond the light-year scale. What does your world look like."

Cassandra shook her head: "We are also trapped on this planet now-so there is no difference between high and low. Even if I discuss interstellar voyages with you, it's just a blow to the glory of the past. , We are all rebuilding our old civilization, and it doesn’t make much sense to talk about things with the lavishness of the year."

"That's it," Melita smiled, and then as if thinking of something, she said thoughtfully, "So it seems that all the races on this planet have finally embarked on the road of rebuilding civilization. "

Cassandra just smiled and didn't say anything. At almost the same moment, a young dragon suddenly flew from the direction of the camp and landed on the platform they were on, and bowed his neck towards Melita: " Captain, Grisdor asked me to ask you how to deal with the water elements caught in the camp? They are getting noisy."

Melita immediately remembered the water elements that were only a dozen centimeters high and were sucked in the dragon language rune circle, and their noisy complaints. Her expression became a little weird: "Still closed Huh?"

"It's still closed. Grisdor originally planned to try to see if he could get some fresh water from them, but it failed. Those water elements have reached the limit of stability. Continue to take water can only make them immediately return to the elemental plane." The young dragon clan replied honestly, "It's just that we don't dare to let go without you saying anything..."

"Don't worry, you won't be able to get the water," Cassandra waved her hand beside, "I never leave living water under my straw-not to mention those water elements that I have carefully squeezed."

"Then let it go," Melita nodded to the young dragon race, "By the way, inform Grisdor that if you find similar small water elements in the future, just ignore it, and don't waste manpower."

The young dragons fluttered their wings and left. Merita looked at Cassandra next to him with some curiosity: "Actually, I'm a little strange... The siren usually relies on hunting other water elements and drawing water for maintenance. Yourself? I thought you usually get water directly from the natural environment..."

"Of course, we usually get water directly from the natural environment," Cassandra said immediately. "Under normal circumstances, the siren doesn’t need to hunt primitive water elements at all—it’s just that there was an accident this time when we were crossing the seabed. At that time, my subordinates and I encountered an unstable elemental rift. Some bold primitive water elements ran out of it and attacked my team. In order to teach these bold fanatics, I took action to punish them."

While talking, the black-haired siren with a tear mole in the corner of his eye squinted his eyes: "Don't worry about those guys. Although they are sucked dry, as long as they return to the elemental world, they will soon recover— —It’s just that this feeling of being sucked up by the sea monsters a little bit of water will definitely leave a deep impression on them. For at least ten thousand years, those guys should not dare to move around in this sea area casually."

Melita was a little stunned, not knowing whether she should make an evaluation from the other party's "learning" or she should lament the seemingly peaceful Kraken's unexpected brutal means when facing "approximately similar", and think carefully After a long time, she thought of a question: "Why do those water elements attack the siren who are also water elements? Isn't the relationship between the same elemental creatures very good?"

"The relationship is very good?" Cassandra smiled, "Ah, it is true on other elemental creatures, but it is a pity that we "outsiders" are exceptions on this planet... the primitive water elements here But don't welcome us sea monsters who have disturbed their peace.

"At the time Antavien crashed on the surface of the planet, what we destroyed was not just a continental shelf—some structures on the Antavien also penetrated many'tributaries' in the water elemental realm by the way, and the impact caused It hasn't completely subsided today.

"So since the ancient times, the relationship between the primitive water elements and the siren has been tense, and there have even been several direct conflicts, but we also know that the fault is on our own, so we are always trying to improve the relationship with those primitive water elements. The relationship... These efforts are not without results. At least in the areas covered by the main tributaries, we have peacefully coexisted with the local water elements, but in relatively remote places..."

Cassandra's tail curled up and swayed in midair. "Those scattered water elements don’t care about the'coexistence agreement'-they or they will find trouble with the Siren as long as they emerge, and in most cases We all refused to communicate. As time passed... we sea monsters who were active outside encountered similar situations and had to fight back."

Melita has lived for many, many years, and has witnessed many incredible things in this world, but it was the first time she heard about these things that only elemental creatures could understand and perceive. She listened to Cassander with surprise and interest. La's narration, until the other person finished speaking, couldn't help but sigh: "I really didn't expect...There is so much unknown and interesting history in this world that we don't know."

Then she felt that her wording was not accurate enough and hurriedly explained: "Ah, sorry, I don't seem to use ‘interesting’ to describe this history..."

"Don't care," Cassandra waved his hand immediately. "We Siren have a different way of looking at the world than yours, so you are not wrong. Even we think these histories are quite interesting... between the elements That’s the case with the fight, anyway, we are used to death, and I suspect that even those primitive water elements that are hostile to the siren have become accustomed to it-the last water I let go today Element, the more I think about it now, the more I think I slapped it once forty or fifty thousand years ago..."

Melita: "..."