Chapter 1062： Uncover the fog

The dragons know the sea monster.

On this planet, apart from some weird creatures hiding in the elemental world, there are only two intelligent races that can survive the demonic wave again and again while maintaining the continuation of civilization. One is the giant of Tarrond. Dragon, one is the sea monster that lives in the deep sea, and as an ancient species that has also survived for a long time, even if the two races usually communicate little, they will at least have a certain degree of mutual understanding-but between them Understanding is limited to "a certain degree".

The siren lives in the deep sea far away from the land, and they are rarely interested in things on land. They built a mysterious and ancient kingdom around a huge starship that crashed, and there are also dangerous ancient gods around the kingdom. The remains make it difficult for other races to approach; on the other hand, the dragons live in the closed Talrond, and the taboos of the "Cradle Age" bind them. Under the watch of the gods, the dragons are very much towards the sea monsters and their Starship is very curious, but it is difficult to have the opportunity to contact the latter.

No one thought that when Tarrond's cradle was overturned and the **** of the gods was untied for a while, it would be these deep sea visitors who set foot on this land first.

The water element that had been sucked only a dozen centimeters high ran away quickly, and the nearby dragons did not step forward to catch it. Merita spent a few seconds to sort out her thoughts before continuing. Walked to the black-haired siren, and as she moved forward, the black-haired siren had already begun to look around curiously.

Kassandra already understood the current situation-when she found that there were many dragons around and she was standing on a piece of land, she guessed what happened. I have to say that this situation was a bit unexpected. Experience The rich witch of the deep sea still can't figure out how she "swimmed", but this does not prevent her from calming down quickly and formulating some new goals and plans on the basis of the original exploration mission.

Exploring the eternal storm and investigating was her goal at the beginning, but now that she and her subordinates have directly crossed the storm and came to the kingdom of the dragon, it would happen to be able to investigate Tarrond in one fell swoop.

She looked at the blue-haired woman who was walking towards herself and turned into a human form, with a smile on her face: "Hello-it seems that our journey has happened a little bit accidentally, and accidentally came to your land. I am. It's Kassandra, from Antavien, loyal to the master of the deep sea, Her Majesty Queen Pettia-but this time, my men and I are on a journey of exploration by the order of the Emperor Cecil. ."

"Hello, welcome to Tarrond-you can call me Melita Penia, I am the manager of this camp." Realizing that the other party is very polite, Merita immediately showed just the right amount. Smiled, and quickly noticed the keyword eye raised by the other party, "Wait, you said that you were ordered by the Emperor Cecil...?"

"Yes, we set out from the Northport of the Cecil Empire," Cassandra nodded, watching the reaction of the surrounding dragons. The current situation is very delicate. This "entry" is an emergency, and in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts due to misunderstanding, the wise judgment in this case is to explain the ins and outs of one's line and the public mission as soon as possible- Although Cassandra is not a professional diplomatic fish, she still understands this basic common sense. "We observed the eternal storm on the northern ocean suddenly disappearing, so we came to investigate the situation. Originally, we should be in the storm sea. I explored nearby, but I don’t know what happened. There is a problem with our sense of direction and the magnetic field and magical environment of the deep sea..."

"So'swimming over', didn't you?" Melita maintained a friendly attitude. Although she had a bellyful of sorrows to say now, her reason made her suffocate and began to think about causing the group of deep-sea visitors to deviate. The reason for the destination, "I think this may be related to the recent... incident in Tarrond. At present, the environment of this continent and the surrounding large-scale sea area has undergone great changes, as you can see— —Even the coastline has become like this."

Cassandra raised her head with a surprised expression: "Ah, I thought these rocks and islands were originally floating in the sky-I haven't been here before."

Melita sighed: "A lot of things have happened... Anyway, please relax, we can get along well-I personally have friendship with the emperor of Cecil, I really didn't expect to see it in this situation. The messenger he sent, this is a good thing anyway. In addition, please allow me to express my apologies-our fishing team lacks experience, please forgive them for their offense."

What she was referring to was naturally that the fishing team used Kassandra and her Naga entourage as "strange fish" to catch, and when it was bigger, this was even a serious diplomatic incident...

But Kassandra obviously didn’t care about it. She shook the tip of her tail and glanced over the dragons standing next to her: "Don’t care, don’t care, it’s just a misunderstanding-in fact, I was aware of these from the beginning The dragon friends may have made a mistake, so I took the initiative to order my subordinates to cooperate to prevent accidental injuries. You can count as me taking the initiative to come to the shore..."

"Thank you for your tolerance and care. These reckless young dragons took a lesson today." Merita immediately took this step. "Please also follow me to the camp for a rest... But we have limited conditions, if any Please forgive me for poor hospitality."

Cassandra nodded, and at the same time saw the barracks that were obviously made up of recycled waste and the precarious building ruins outside the barracks not far away. She took the opportunity to ask: "Can I ask— What happened to Tarrond? How did it become like this?"

"This... it's more complicated to explain," Melita resisted the urge to sigh again, and at the same time raised her hand in an inviting gesture, "Please come with me, we can speak slowly on the road."

...

At the invitation of Melita, the Kraken Cassandra came to the other party's residence on this broken coastline-said it was a residence, but in fact it was just one of the many temporary houses in this small camp.

In the sheltered terrain on the coast, the dragons built square houses with alloy plates recovered from the ruins and stones mined from offshore. Compared with the gorgeous and luxurious palaces and pavilions of the past, such houses are shabby. It’s not an exaggeration to describe it as dilapidated, and in order to save materials and speed up the construction progress, the size of these houses simply cannot accommodate the dragons in the form of dragons. They can only live in them in human form. But even so, these houses are still They are precious refuges on the land of Tarrond today: they are at least strong enough to withstand the cold and wind and snow in the Arctic, allowing people to temporarily forget the devastated land beyond the walls.

"Please come in-although it is a bit shabby, compared to those of our compatriots who are still trapped in the ruins of the wilderness waiting for rescue, we survivors covered by tiles are already extremely lucky," Melita While letting Cassandra into the house, he said, and pointed at the room deeper, "I live here with my friend Noreta-the white-haired one just now. She will also lead the team. The wilderness on the west side of the patrol camp is now gone."

"You are waiting outside." Cassandra turned around and ordered the naga, and then followed Merita into the room.

After adapting to the slightly dim light, she saw clearly some details in the room-the furnishings of the eye-catching place and the house itself had a strong and contradictory style, she saw Many apparently substandard alloy plates are joined to the wall by rough cutting techniques and simple welding techniques. The lower half of the wall is piled up with primitive stones. The corners of the house are equipped with advanced holographic projection devices, which should be It was picked up from the ruins, and it was in poor working condition. It was playing intermittently synthesizing music from the old age and dazzling short commercials. There was a heavy stone table in the center of the house with dragon language runes on it. Portraying some incomprehensible magic circles, a piece of crystal floats above the tabletop, and its surface shimmers, projecting some scenes near the camp.

Primitive and advanced, rough and precise, the shattered glorious era and the elusive future, these contradictory things are so combined together, watching them, Cassandra is just a little silent.

"This is where we are now," Melita seemed to have misunderstood Cassandra's silence. "It does not look very beautiful... But it is still practical if it is used to survive. At this stage, our first task is to ensure More compatriots can survive and restore some social order as much as possible. As for comfort and beauty... they can only stay behind."

"I understand," Cassandra raised her head, looking at Merita with a gentle gaze. "We have also experienced it."

Melita was a little dazed: "You?"

"Many, many years ago-the Antavien crashed on this planet, all factories were shut down, the engine core was extinguished, and all the cabins from the core fusion tower to the residential area were full of metal fragments and deadly radiation. We can only run out of the spacecraft, dig holes on the pristine seabed and shallows, and endure terrible physical loss of control and mental dislocation... To be honest, the situation may even be worse than what you are facing now. At least for you, the atmosphere of this planet is not poisonous."

"Sorry..." Melita didn't know what to do, "We don't know this..."

"Why do you apologize? We just didn't have the opportunity to establish communication," Cassandra laughed. "We all live on this planet, but we haven't dealt with it for so many years, but maybe it's fate—we can From today on, we understand each other. His Majesty Cecil said that the fate of mortals in the world are connected, and I think this makes sense recently."

"He has a lot of things that make sense," Melita nodded. "Most of them have been realized one by one, and the rest...maybe one day."

"When he knows what happened to Talrond, I am afraid he will be deeply surprised," Cassandra said from the bottom of his heart. "Out of our sight, such a shocking event happened on this planet... You have created the biggest change in this world that hasn't happened in a million years. Even the Sea-Monster will be amazed by this kind of thing."

"But the opportunity for all this to come true came from the humans of Loren Continent." Melita said with a smile.

Then she paused, her expression gradually becoming more serious, and looked at Kassandra's eyes: "Ms. Kassandra, please tell me about the current situation in Loren Continent, especially the Cecil Empire."

"Of course," Cassandra nodded and laughed, "This world is becoming more and more'interesting', and the most interesting thing is... His Majesty Gawain Cecil is trying to create a new world order. ..."

...

The mountains in the far north are bathed in the warm sun of the Moon of Recovery, and the snow-tops that have not changed over the years have gradually shrunk. Longlinbao still stands on the top of the mountains as it has been for thousands of years, overlooking the kingdom of the dragonborn.

Duke Dragon Blood is back.

Balogall stood on the highest terrace. The clouds and fog in the distant mountains reflected the sun, slowly undulating in his vision. The courtiers Sir Gorosh Hickel, Sir Eugene and Sir Ximir stood Behind him, quietly waiting for the Grand Duke's instructions.

The mainland countries have their own ruling structure and title positioning. In the Holy Dragon Principality, "Jazz" is a very special name. It does not belong to a clearer part of the aristocratic system like other countries, but belongs to the uppermost aristocracy. The unified honorary title, in this country full of mountains and ridges, those who enjoy the title of "Jazz" are all the big figures who are eligible to freely enter and exit the Dragon Castle.

"...I didn't expect that I could come back alive," Barroger said softly after a long silence, "Now the plan is about to change."

The coming-of-age ceremony not long ago was like an incredible dream, but everything in that dream had already happened. Balogre couldn’t believe that he could return to Longlin Fort unharmed after experiencing this. He recalled himself In space and in Tarrond, apart from lamenting that the world is unpredictable, all that is left is that the plan cannot keep up with the changes.

"We haven't officially announced the death of the Duke of Dragon Blood. This should be considered good news," said Sir Ksimir, who is tall and short, with short black hair. "Although there are still some news circulating, There have been some disturbances among the people, but none of the problems are big—we can change the plan more easily."

"...Indeed, if I come back one day later, I'm afraid I will have to attend my funeral," Balroger looked a little strange. "When I flew back, I even thought of how to return to the public in a reasonable way. In sight, including whether to climb out of the coffin in public like Gawain Cecil... Well, if that is the case, the situation will be complicated."

"Cough cough, fortunately we only need to do some comfort and guidance now to suppress the rumors about the'coup d'état," Sir Gorosh Sikel coughed dryly, "Then since you have returned, The affairs of the Principality can also run as usual. Should we then draw up an official letter to send a new response to the Cecil Empire? Our previous response to their invitation was not appropriate..."

"It must be a new response," Barroger nodded, "but before that... let's announce some things first."

Sir Gorosh had curiosity on his face: "You mean..."

"The truth about this long, so-called ‘exile’, about the price the Dragons paid for freedom, and the truth about Tarrond... it’s time to be announced."

Sir Eugene, with white beard and hair, frowned immediately: "This will inevitably cause an uproar, and not all members of the tribe can accept all this-didn't you decide to bury the truth before?"

"The truth will be revealed one day, and we must prevent the buried truth from evolving into hidden dangers in the future-in this world,'unknown' and'blind' are really terrible things. After De's present appearance, I have a more profound understanding of this matter," Ballogel said slowly, "Do a good job of public opinion guidance and deal with the aftermath, and the rest... let the dragonborn make their own choices. Right."