Chapter 1224： Under the night of Tarrond
Listening to Coretta’s account, Maggie raised her slender neck and looked at the beacon devices in the wilderness that were regularly flashing lights under the starry sky of the extreme night. The scorched war wastes stretched out in the night. , The cold stars shining on the wrinkled slabs and uneven craters, the polar cold wind roared from the ground, and the wind carried the unique smell of a certain pollutant leak, and those beacons were there. 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-cut "border" in the wilderness.
The light of the beacon stretched all the way to the end of the line of sight. Compared with the endless lights that once shining on the land of Tarrond, this little light was like fireworks, but these fireworks were the first time for dragons on this cruel land. The security territory that was "gnawed" after the first fight, outside the lights, is a desperate situation where life can hardly stand, and within the lights, it is the only remaining home for 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 those imaginations about the "Dragon Hometown" in Maggie's heart It collapses into reality a little bit. This reality is not very beautiful, but at least it is visible and tangible.
Coretta stood beside Maggie and raised a wing to point to the distance: "This is the current way of dividing the boundary of the orange zone. The orange zone is also a'safe zone', at least for those who have a certain ability to protect themselves. As far as the warriors and dragons are concerned, these areas can still survive. On the other side of the light is the red area. Do you see those brighter places? Those are the rest stops in the red area. The soldiers use those rest stops as nodes, and gradually Clear the pollution and fissures in the red zone..."
"What about outside the red zone?" Maggie asked suddenly, "Are there other areas outside the red zone?"
"Yes, the black zone is a collective term for all areas with unknown conditions, as well as those areas that have been explored, but are extremely dangerous and cannot be dealt with by existing means. In fact, the black zone is most of the current status of Tarrond, including the red The explored area including the district only accounts for less than one-tenth of the entire continent,” Coretta said slowly, “The risk of exploring the black zone is huge, and only the most elite professional fighting dragons can take on this important task, but We have to explore those places, where there are the resources we urgently need, there may be still running or repairable factories, there may even be dragon eggs, or compatriots who are in the dark waiting for rescue..."
Maggie listened carefully to Coretta's account, and accompanied by a thoughtful expression, after Coretta finished speaking, she was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "About these information about the advancement and construction in the wasteland. ......Can it be made public?"
"Public?" Coretta was stunned, but quickly thought about it, and nodded slightly, "There is nothing to keep secret. The jury is even considering compiling these information into a booklet and distributing it to Loren. How about the aid teams and adventurers who came here as a reference? Are you interested in these things?"
"It's not me, it's our Majesty. I mean Majesty Cecil," Maggie said immediately. "We are planning to counterattack the Gondor Wasteland. You should know that this place is a land destroyed by demonic waves, wandering on it. With aberrations and other dangerous mutant creatures, although the situation is different from Tarrond, the challenges we have to face are similar. Your experience in this land can help us a lot."
Coretta blinked. She obviously hadn't thought about it before, but she quickly 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 he goes back. He should also be very happy to provide this information to the Alliance. Since the end of the war, Tarrond has been receiving help from the Loren nations. The dragon is not a race that is accustomed to owe favors. "
Maggie bends her neck slightly and swings her head lightly from side to side. This is an action she has just learned from other dragons. In the tradition of pure blood dragons, this action represents friendship and gratitude.
Coretta replied, and then her attention was shifted to other places. Her gaze fell on Maggie's complex but rugged mechanical armor, the one who used to dominate the extreme arena. "Duel Dragon Mother" actually became interested in the mechanical armor on Maggie from the very beginning, but until now, the relationship between the two became a little closer, and she finally couldn't help asking: "This set of armor on you '...Is it the'Steel Wings' mentioned by the Dragonborn in Binhai County?"
"Yes," Maggie raised her head and shook her wings and tail a little braggingly. The steel structure at the junction made a creak in the night, but she was still very modest, "and Talrond's Compared with technology, this should be nothing."
"It was once Talrond and now Talrond can't make any whole body implants or power armor," Coretta looked at Maggie's armor with a little envy, "and put aside Let’s not talk about it... I also like the style of your equipment better, this rough steel structure, the combination of machinery and runes... Seriously, this thing is really beautiful! Especially the device at your chin... What is this? Is it a horn?"
"Actually, this is only part of the head armor." Maggie couldn't help laughing, shaking her head from side to side. This was the first time she had heard from a population outside of Rebecca in so long. Regarding the compliment of her "iron chin", it made her feel that her aesthetics is still normal. "Of course, you can use it as a corner if the situation requires it. This thing is mixed with purple steel and fine gold. hard……"
"I like this!" Coretta's eyes lit up, and his huge wings swayed restlessly. This "dueler" seemed to recall his exciting days in the extreme arena, "a combination of primitive and advanced , Why didn’t I think of this idea when I designed the battle attachments for myself in the arena? If I had this in the last battle...If I had this...Well, this might not stop others from coming. A sneak attack..."
The second half of Coretta's words 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-blood dragon equipped with steel armor. What kind of mighty image will be afterwards, she shook her head and said happily: "This armor may have no practical significance on a pureblood dragon, but wearing something with this style of painting will go to the arena you mentioned. Fighting with people can definitely shock the contestants to..."
While talking, she stretched 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 all turned into a series of ambiguous mutters: "Oh...hey...oh..."
Coretta was still immersed in the feelings of the past a second ago. At this time, she turned her head and looked at it and was shocked. She quickly reminded: "Hey! You are stuck! Burn it, burn it, and get it out!"
Maggie finally reacted, and a string of bright sparks instantly ignited in her throat, and then turned into a blaze bursting out from her mouth. She urgently controlled the power of the dragon's breath, but at least she did not burn Coretta next to her. , And under the high temperature of the flame, her tongue finally gained freedom from the iron chin.
The hill fell into silence, and Coretta carefully glanced at her new friend who seemed to be a little shocked. After holding back for a long time, she finally couldn't help but speak, "Are you okay?"
"I'm careless..." Maggie said in a dull and dumb voice. She didn't know if it was due to a tongue injury or a trauma on the spiritual level. "I forgot to wear something... but it shouldn't be sticky. So strong..."
Coretta sighed: "You licked the iron at the North Pole in winter. I don't think there is any doubt about it."
The corners 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 too bad, I remember that I rarely did it since I was an adult. Such a stupid thing..."
Coretta glanced at the new friend, and shook her head after being silent for a while: "Want to start, it's not just you. After the Tarrond shield disappeared, many of them lived in the'greenhouse' all their lives." It’s the first time that dragons in China come into contact with the true polar climate. We have to learn everything from scratch. Poisonous factory ruins and wandering elemental creatures are not all the challenges faced by dragons. We have to face licking at the North Pole. Excessive curiosity compatriots with iron railings..."
Maggie listened dumbfounded. This was obviously something that any serious scholar would not mention in the serious "Dragon Monographs", but slowly, she finally couldn't help laughing, and brought her next to her. Coretta also laughed.
The star-covered Tarrond wasteland echoed with the laughter of two dragons.
……
Two hours later, Coretta returned to the adventurer's cabin where Modil lived, and Victoria Wilde had temporarily left here.
"She said she will be back soon," Modil said to the black dragon girl in front of him, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "She is going to make arrangements, and she has to ask the manager of the adventurer camp to help her hear what she means. I plan to live near me. Seriously, I can understand her feelings, but I don’t think it’s necessary..."
"...Ms. Victoria has her own arrangements." Coretta didn't know about Modil's deterioration, but she knew Victoria Wilde's identity, so after a short hesitation, she could only say so.
"I know, I just talked casually," Modil said with a slight smile, and then he suddenly revealed a mysterious appearance, approaching Coretta's ear and whispered, "By the way, you know what, My descendant...maybe a big man."
Coretta was stunned. She didn't know how to answer the big adventurer for a while, and could only perfunctory: "Ah, big shot? What kind of big shot?"
"She said she was an administrative official in the Council of State Affairs, an ordinary administrative official," Modil said slowly, sitting in his rocking chair, but quickly shook his head slightly, "but I know she doesn't to be honest."
Coretta: "...Huh?"
"My memory is not very good, and my spirit is not stable enough, but I'm not stupid and I have good eyes," the old man said with a smile, pointing at the head and eyes he remembered. "She is a big man, she is by no means a small official. The small official does not have her kind of tolerance, and the small official will not alarm the upper class of Tarrond, let alone talk about the ruler of the empire in that calm tone... She is not good at lying, of course, it may be that she is not good at lying before my eyes."
Coretta listened to the old man’s words, suddenly a little nervous: "So you..."
"I came up with a few guesses, but I didn't dare to think about any of them, or even the key words in my mind," Modil's rocking chair shook lightly, and the wood creaked." I also gave myself a few spiritual hints to prevent my uncontrollable thoughts. Don’t worry, girl, the old man is measured. I have experienced many weird and bizarre situations in my life, and naturally I have some coping skills."
"……You have worked hard."
"It's hard to talk about it," Modil smiled and waved his hand. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky under the extreme night with some wonder, "I'm just afraid I would forget it again... Hera Your Excellency Gore helped me to do the test. Certain key information stimuli will mess up my memory for a period of time, and even the whole consciousness will be reset. Sometimes it will only 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 saw my descendants. If she comes to see me again tomorrow, I don’t know her. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to say this?”
Coretta 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 whispering a little bit.
"I never thought that I would have a relative, although this relative was separated from me for almost six hundred years..." Modil said slowly, "In my only memory, I have been wandering around. I went to many places, met many people, recorded many things, but none of them could have a stable connection with me. After a long time, I even forgot the'time' itself. Today, I seem to have just realized some of the people and things I remember, that is even the Anzu First Dynasty..."
"You have relatives, and your relatives have not forgotten you," Coretta couldn't help but said, "Even if you no longer remember them, they have been..."
She didn't finish her words, because there was even a slight snoring sound from the direction of the old mage.
Modil fell asleep. In the dragon city of the extreme night, he fell asleep by basking in the "sun in his heart", but this time, with a slight smile on his mouth, the monotonous black and white world did not come to his door. , He slept peacefully.
……
After returning to the temporary residence in New Agundor, Victoria saw Maggie returning from the outskirts of the city.
"Mudil Wilde is in very bad condition. 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 quickly to Maggie, "I need you Hurry back to Loren, report the matter to your majesty, and bring a copy of the'sample' with you."
"Understand, I can set off at any time." Maggie nodded immediately, but her voice was a bit hoarse and weird.
Victoria's face suddenly showed a curious look: "What's wrong with your throat?"
There was a trace of embarrassment on Maggie’s face, and before her friend’s question, she had to turn her head unnaturally: “It’s nothing, it’s just a hiccup that hurts her throat.”
"Hiccup?"
"Hmm, hiccup."
The light of the beacon stretched all the way to the end of the line of sight. Compared with the endless lights that once shining on the land of Tarrond, this little light was like fireworks, but these fireworks were the first time for dragons on this cruel land. The security territory that was "gnawed" after the first fight, outside the lights, is a desperate situation where life can hardly stand, and within the lights, it is the only remaining home for 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 those imaginations about the "Dragon Hometown" in Maggie's heart It collapses into reality a little bit. This reality is not very beautiful, but at least it is visible and tangible.
Coretta stood beside Maggie and raised a wing to point to the distance: "This is the current way of dividing the boundary of the orange zone. The orange zone is also a'safe zone', at least for those who have a certain ability to protect themselves. As far as the warriors and dragons are concerned, these areas can still survive. On the other side of the light is the red area. Do you see those brighter places? Those are the rest stops in the red area. The soldiers use those rest stops as nodes, and gradually Clear the pollution and fissures in the red zone..."
"What about outside the red zone?" Maggie asked suddenly, "Are there other areas outside the red zone?"
"Yes, the black zone is a collective term for all areas with unknown conditions, as well as those areas that have been explored, but are extremely dangerous and cannot be dealt with by existing means. In fact, the black zone is most of the current status of Tarrond, including the red The explored area including the district only accounts for less than one-tenth of the entire continent,” Coretta said slowly, “The risk of exploring the black zone is huge, and only the most elite professional fighting dragons can take on this important task, but We have to explore those places, where there are the resources we urgently need, there may be still running or repairable factories, there may even be dragon eggs, or compatriots who are in the dark waiting for rescue..."
Maggie listened carefully to Coretta's account, and accompanied by a thoughtful expression, after Coretta finished speaking, she was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "About these information about the advancement and construction in the wasteland. ......Can it be made public?"
"Public?" Coretta was stunned, but quickly thought about it, and nodded slightly, "There is nothing to keep secret. The jury is even considering compiling these information into a booklet and distributing it to Loren. How about the aid teams and adventurers who came here as a reference? Are you interested in these things?"
"It's not me, it's our Majesty. I mean Majesty Cecil," Maggie said immediately. "We are planning to counterattack the Gondor Wasteland. You should know that this place is a land destroyed by demonic waves, wandering on it. With aberrations and other dangerous mutant creatures, although the situation is different from Tarrond, the challenges we have to face are similar. Your experience in this land can help us a lot."
Coretta blinked. She obviously hadn't thought about it before, but she quickly 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 he goes back. He should also be very happy to provide this information to the Alliance. Since the end of the war, Tarrond has been receiving help from the Loren nations. The dragon is not a race that is accustomed to owe favors. "
Maggie bends her neck slightly and swings her head lightly from side to side. This is an action she has just learned from other dragons. In the tradition of pure blood dragons, this action represents friendship and gratitude.
Coretta replied, and then her attention was shifted to other places. Her gaze fell on Maggie's complex but rugged mechanical armor, the one who used to dominate the extreme arena. "Duel Dragon Mother" actually became interested in the mechanical armor on Maggie from the very beginning, but until now, the relationship between the two became a little closer, and she finally couldn't help asking: "This set of armor on you '...Is it the'Steel Wings' mentioned by the Dragonborn in Binhai County?"
"Yes," Maggie raised her head and shook her wings and tail a little braggingly. The steel structure at the junction made a creak in the night, but she was still very modest, "and Talrond's Compared with technology, this should be nothing."
"It was once Talrond and now Talrond can't make any whole body implants or power armor," Coretta looked at Maggie's armor with a little envy, "and put aside Let’s not talk about it... I also like the style of your equipment better, this rough steel structure, the combination of machinery and runes... Seriously, this thing is really beautiful! Especially the device at your chin... What is this? Is it a horn?"
"Actually, this is only part of the head armor." Maggie couldn't help laughing, shaking her head from side to side. This was the first time she had heard from a population outside of Rebecca in so long. Regarding the compliment of her "iron chin", it made her feel that her aesthetics is still normal. "Of course, you can use it as a corner if the situation requires it. This thing is mixed with purple steel and fine gold. hard……"
"I like this!" Coretta's eyes lit up, and his huge wings swayed restlessly. This "dueler" seemed to recall his exciting days in the extreme arena, "a combination of primitive and advanced , Why didn’t I think of this idea when I designed the battle attachments for myself in the arena? If I had this in the last battle...If I had this...Well, this might not stop others from coming. A sneak attack..."
The second half of Coretta's words 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-blood dragon equipped with steel armor. What kind of mighty image will be afterwards, she shook her head and said happily: "This armor may have no practical significance on a pureblood dragon, but wearing something with this style of painting will go to the arena you mentioned. Fighting with people can definitely shock the contestants to..."
While talking, she stretched 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 all turned into a series of ambiguous mutters: "Oh...hey...oh..."
Coretta was still immersed in the feelings of the past a second ago. At this time, she turned her head and looked at it and was shocked. She quickly reminded: "Hey! You are stuck! Burn it, burn it, and get it out!"
Maggie finally reacted, and a string of bright sparks instantly ignited in her throat, and then turned into a blaze bursting out from her mouth. She urgently controlled the power of the dragon's breath, but at least she did not burn Coretta next to her. , And under the high temperature of the flame, her tongue finally gained freedom from the iron chin.
The hill fell into silence, and Coretta carefully glanced at her new friend who seemed to be a little shocked. After holding back for a long time, she finally couldn't help but speak, "Are you okay?"
"I'm careless..." Maggie said in a dull and dumb voice. She didn't know if it was due to a tongue injury or a trauma on the spiritual level. "I forgot to wear something... but it shouldn't be sticky. So strong..."
Coretta sighed: "You licked the iron at the North Pole in winter. I don't think there is any doubt about it."
The corners 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 too bad, I remember that I rarely did it since I was an adult. Such a stupid thing..."
Coretta glanced at the new friend, and shook her head after being silent for a while: "Want to start, it's not just you. After the Tarrond shield disappeared, many of them lived in the'greenhouse' all their lives." It’s the first time that dragons in China come into contact with the true polar climate. We have to learn everything from scratch. Poisonous factory ruins and wandering elemental creatures are not all the challenges faced by dragons. We have to face licking at the North Pole. Excessive curiosity compatriots with iron railings..."
Maggie listened dumbfounded. This was obviously something that any serious scholar would not mention in the serious "Dragon Monographs", but slowly, she finally couldn't help laughing, and brought her next to her. Coretta also laughed.
The star-covered Tarrond wasteland echoed with the laughter of two dragons.
……
Two hours later, Coretta returned to the adventurer's cabin where Modil lived, and Victoria Wilde had temporarily left here.
"She said she will be back soon," Modil said to the black dragon girl in front of him, with a bit of helplessness in his tone, "She is going to make arrangements, and she has to ask the manager of the adventurer camp to help her hear what she means. I plan to live near me. Seriously, I can understand her feelings, but I don’t think it’s necessary..."
"...Ms. Victoria has her own arrangements." Coretta didn't know about Modil's deterioration, but she knew Victoria Wilde's identity, so after a short hesitation, she could only say so.
"I know, I just talked casually," Modil said with a slight smile, and then he suddenly revealed a mysterious appearance, approaching Coretta's ear and whispered, "By the way, you know what, My descendant...maybe a big man."
Coretta was stunned. She didn't know how to answer the big adventurer for a while, and could only perfunctory: "Ah, big shot? What kind of big shot?"
"She said she was an administrative official in the Council of State Affairs, an ordinary administrative official," Modil said slowly, sitting in his rocking chair, but quickly shook his head slightly, "but I know she doesn't to be honest."
Coretta: "...Huh?"
"My memory is not very good, and my spirit is not stable enough, but I'm not stupid and I have good eyes," the old man said with a smile, pointing at the head and eyes he remembered. "She is a big man, she is by no means a small official. The small official does not have her kind of tolerance, and the small official will not alarm the upper class of Tarrond, let alone talk about the ruler of the empire in that calm tone... She is not good at lying, of course, it may be that she is not good at lying before my eyes."
Coretta listened to the old man’s words, suddenly a little nervous: "So you..."
"I came up with a few guesses, but I didn't dare to think about any of them, or even the key words in my mind," Modil's rocking chair shook lightly, and the wood creaked." I also gave myself a few spiritual hints to prevent my uncontrollable thoughts. Don’t worry, girl, the old man is measured. I have experienced many weird and bizarre situations in my life, and naturally I have some coping skills."
"……You have worked hard."
"It's hard to talk about it," Modil smiled and waved his hand. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky under the extreme night with some wonder, "I'm just afraid I would forget it again... Hera Your Excellency Gore helped me to do the test. Certain key information stimuli will mess up my memory for a period of time, and even the whole consciousness will be reset. Sometimes it will only 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 saw my descendants. If she comes to see me again tomorrow, I don’t know her. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to say this?”
Coretta 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 whispering a little bit.
"I never thought that I would have a relative, although this relative was separated from me for almost six hundred years..." Modil said slowly, "In my only memory, I have been wandering around. I went to many places, met many people, recorded many things, but none of them could have a stable connection with me. After a long time, I even forgot the'time' itself. Today, I seem to have just realized some of the people and things I remember, that is even the Anzu First Dynasty..."
"You have relatives, and your relatives have not forgotten you," Coretta couldn't help but said, "Even if you no longer remember them, they have been..."
She didn't finish her words, because there was even a slight snoring sound from the direction of the old mage.
Modil fell asleep. In the dragon city of the extreme night, he fell asleep by basking in the "sun in his heart", but this time, with a slight smile on his mouth, the monotonous black and white world did not come to his door. , He slept peacefully.
……
After returning to the temporary residence in New Agundor, Victoria saw Maggie returning from the outskirts of the city.
"Mudil Wilde is in very bad condition. 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 quickly to Maggie, "I need you Hurry back to Loren, report the matter to your majesty, and bring a copy of the'sample' with you."
"Understand, I can set off at any time." Maggie nodded immediately, but her voice was a bit hoarse and weird.
Victoria's face suddenly showed a curious look: "What's wrong with your throat?"
There was a trace of embarrassment on Maggie’s face, and before her friend’s question, she had to turn her head unnaturally: “It’s nothing, it’s just a hiccup that hurts her throat.”
"Hiccup?"
"Hmm, hiccup."
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