Chapter 1110： Retired Dragon God

Abandoned agreement.

Gawain certainly has not forgotten the "deterrence" he used when he went to Tarrond-with the help of the enhanced authority brought by the Sky Station, he set part of the Voyager space facilities as orbital waste and set it Placed on the "permitted area" on the planet-without protection, the remaining energy in those space facilities and the destructive power carried by the facilities themselves will be enough to cause a catastrophe to the target area, and this catastrophe is The "level" may even exceed the divine disaster.

After all, the divine disaster is nothing more than the harm caused by the loss of control of the gods, and the facilities left by the sailors...they were used to kill the gods.

Before Enya spoke, in fact, Gao Wen didn't think about the option of abandoning the agreement, but at this moment, he pondered for a long time, and he still expressed his concerns: "I thought about it, but the risk is too great."

A calm and indifferent voice came from the Golden Dome: "Is it because there is no guarantee that it will hit accurately?"

Gao Wen nodded with an ugly face: "...It is indeed difficult to guarantee an accurate hit. Although the tower is huge, it is still a'small target' for abandoned orbiting facilities. Those facilities have been in service for too long, even in the process of being abandoned. A certain degree of posture adjustment is possible, and the effect is also very limited-it is more likely to hit the nearby Tarrond continent."

Enya was quiet for two seconds, and broke the silence: "Where can I go? Will he go to the southeast corner of Tarrond?"

"This shouldn't be enough," Gawain shook his head, "I am sure of this accuracy-the tower is off the northwest coast of Tarrond, and the orbital abandonment agreement will at most shift to the west coast of the mainland during the bombing... etc., what do you mean……"

"The survivors set up a gathering place in the southeast corner. They are safe. As for the west of Tarrond...the place itself is already wasteland. It doesn't make much difference whether it will encounter another round of orbital bombing." Enya said in a very calm tone.

Gawain stared at the shell of the golden dome closely, and his expression became serious: "But there may also be survivors in the wasteland to the west-since Melita and her compatriots can survive on the southeast coast, other giants Dragons may also survive in Sittallund, but they are blocked by space fissures and contaminated areas, and communication with the outside world is cut off... What about these survivors?"

"Sittalrond is unlikely to leave survivors. Even if there are, the number must be very, very small," Enya said, with a trace of Gawain's unintelligible...sorrow, "and most of it can't resist the original A few cold nights."

"...Why are you so sure?" Gawain asked subconsciously.

"...The battle started in the Omega factory area in the west," Enya said in a low voice, "In my limited and chaotic memory, I saw that land first ignited... and maybe It was because the vigilance against the back tide pollution still affected my judgment at the time. At that time, I did not keep my hands in the slightest and tried my best to destroy all the activities of Sittalrond."

There was an unspeakable silence in the room. Gawain didn’t know what to say for a while, and after a few seconds he spoke: “I see, if there is no survivor in Sitarrond, then...”

"But let Herragor and Andal send teams to search as many times as possible," Enya said suddenly, "If you really decide to do it... let them check before doing it, although it survives. The chances of the person appearing are slim, but maybe..."

"Okay, I understand," Gawain did not let the other party go on, and interrupted first. "I will treat this matter carefully-and the arrangement of the orbital bombing itself is not a matter of clapping your hands. Many things need to be weighed and there are many situations that need to be investigated, so Hragor will have sufficient time to continue searching for survivors in the wasteland... After they have the ability to conduct a larger search and rescue, I will give them priority. West Tarrond."

The current situation of the Tarrond Provisional Government is distressed, and the personnel and material conditions are stretched. According to Melita's description, even the temporary capital of Agundor, the base camp, can usually only send a limited search team to a closer area to execute Under these circumstances, they did not have much opportunity to consider whether there were any survivors in the western part of the mainland—but now that the alliance has been established, a steady stream of aid materials and construction teams will soon go to the northern continent, which will also Including the communication, energy, protection and other equipment provided by Cecil, these things are of course incomparable with the creations of Tarrond in the heyday, but in this embarrassing period, "magic gadgets" from mankind It is also very useful for a poor and white dragon.

With sufficient assistance, many actions by Agundor will have no worries, especially a large number of precious health dragons can have the opportunity to be freed from trivial tasks such as collecting food and cleaning up ruins, without manpower and materials. Under the circumstances of the problem, Hragor and the others should have spared no effort to search for survivors in the western part of the mainland—before the orbital abandonment agreement was launched.

Part of the worry in his mind was relieved, Gawain sighed secretly, and then said: "I have another worry-we can't be sure what the consequences will be if we actually use orbital bombing to attack that tower. Although according to your estimate, it will be destroyed directly, but what if it is not destroyed? What if it is only half destroyed? If the tower is destroyed, the back tide pollution inside has been transferred and escaped the scene in another way? I remember that I thought about it... until now I am still not sure."

"So what do you mean?"

"...I will still prioritize orbital bombing, but before that, I must personally confirm the situation of the tower," Gao Wen thought for a while and solemnly said his decision. "If possible. , It’s best to be able to confirm the status of the "adverse tide" inside."

"...This will be very dangerous." Enya couldn't help but remind.

"That is already a danger, as long as it is placed in it, it is an ever-expanding danger," Gawain said. "The key now is not whether I will go, but who else can go-of course, I will never make this decision. Not impulsive, since I have this plan, I still rely on it."

The voice in the golden dome was quiet, and then came with a hint of smile: "Yes... you are after all an ‘outer-territory wanderer’, a ‘mortal’ who once threatened the dragon gods and succeeded in intimidating them.”

Gao Wen inevitably showed a somewhat suspicious look: "...Why do I hear you have a lot of resentment about this matter?"

"of course not."

Gawain couldn’t help but looked at the golden dome in front of him suspiciously for a long time, but no matter how he looked at it, after all, he couldn’t see the expression on the smooth eggshell, so he could only laugh dryly and stiffly. Turning the topic back: "Anyway, let's make this decision for the time being. I will seriously formulate a feasible'bombing plan'. But I have to declare that I need time-there are countless things waiting in the empire and the alliance. I do, the exploration of the tower also requires a lot of preparation work, this matter is not in a hurry."

"I understand," Enya said immediately, "As long as you are willing to make a move, I am satisfied-although the tower is dangerous, the "god" inside it has died after all, and its damage ability is limited. It should be a short time. There will be no surprises."

While talking, the former **** suddenly couldn't help laughing softly, and said in a faintly emotional tone: "I can wait, anyway, I have waited so long for the tower... and I am the best at it. Waiting."

The topic about the tower is finally over. Gawain doesn’t want to be immersed in the serious and low atmosphere brought about by this topic for a long time, so he shook his head, and then looked at Enya, and talked about a relaxed and lethargic atmosphere. What he cares very much about: "By the way, there is one thing I wanted to ask from just now... You said that your power has declined drastically, and many'authorities' have been lost, so how much power do you have left? What can you do?"

Enya did not speak for a while, but the breath emanating from the eggshell was obviously condensed for a moment. Obviously, it was unexpected that Gao Wen's focus would be here. After a while, a gentle, low voice came from the eggshell: "Why are you paying attention to this? Do you want to do something with my power?"

I want you to help make coke.jpg.

But I really can’t say it.

Gao Wen coughed dryly and tried to make his expression more serious: "I'm just curious about the authority that is classified as a'miracle' like'Reflection', will you still retain the authority after you cut your divinity and leave the priesthood? With a mortal body, can you still create a'reflection'?"

"Do you want to explore whether the gods can reproduce the'miracle' with only the remaining power and knowledge after leaving the priesthood?" The voice from the eggshell immediately became serious, "Ah...this is really something I never Thoughts. Sure enough, this is a direction that only you can pay attention to. It is worth studying. This matter is indeed worth studying. I think I have something to do in the next period of time... But there are many kinds of miracles, one kind The miracle that can only be used to make beverages does not have much research value. Maybe I can never..."

"Let’s start with the reflection," Gawain said solemnly beside him, "We should proceed step by step."

"I mean...the reflection as a ‘miracle’ is also incredible, but the technical content is not enough. I have a more suitable start..."

Gawain looked solemnly: "Let’s start with the reflection."

Enya: "..."

Gao Wen: "..."

An especially human sigh came from the golden dome: "Just tell me, what flavor do you like."

Gawain's expression trembled a little, and he touched the tip of his nose a little awkwardly: "It's hard to describe..."

"The taste of the hometown... I remember you mentioned it, is the hometown taste of the wanderer outside the territory?"

Gao Wen thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but laugh slightly. The serious look of the previous strong behavior was replaced by Ping Yi: "...the same can be said."

"It seems that there is no shortcut...I can try slowly to reproduce that delicious'miracle'," Enya's voice was helpless, and then there was a little surprise, "but I really didn't expect , It turns out that foreign wanderers will also have such an emotional and...easy side. I think you are always indifferent, just like machines and runes. It’s funny... it was not like this when you talked to me last time. Looks like."

"Your words are more like describing gods, but I myself have been more inclined to the side of'people' from the beginning," Gao Wen spread his hands, "As for why the last time was different from this time, the reason is simple: the last time I'm talking to the dragon gods, this time...you are Enya."

The golden dome fell silent, and then suddenly asked: "Your taste of hometown, is it with ice?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I have a direction to work hard."

Gawain thought for a while. He always felt that there was something wrong with the direction of the matter, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Anyway, he himself does not want Enya, the extremely special "god of the past", to come into contact with his deeper and more core secrets too early, and he should really find something to do for her in a short time. Under consideration of the two aspects She now has a seemingly harmless goal... This development is pretty good.

Besides, he has silently arranged the "network test project" of the former god. In the future, he does not plan to arrange more things-this is to ensure the sample "purity" of the test process. ".

At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the corridor, interrupting the conversation between Gawain and Enya.

The door of the incubation room was pushed open, and Betty appeared in front of Gawain with a large tray in her hand-the maid girl with a happy face, said as she walked into the room: "Master, Ms. Enya-- —I’m bringing refreshments!"

"You just came here," Gawain said to Betty with a smile, "I haven't drunk your tea for many days."

Coke is good, but the taste of home tea is also wonderful.

Betty accepted the compliment happily, first handed the first cup of black tea to Gawain's hand, then she held up the teapot in front of Gawain and came to Enya, and poured the hot tea into the eggshell very easily... …

Gawain was holding a tea cup in his hand and watched this scene dumbfounded.

He did hear the rumors that Betty was "watering" Enya, but he didn't expect the so-called "watering"... is it really so crude and simple? Does this girl usually pour it down like this? And Enya... how does it seem that she enjoys it?

Gao Wendun felt that the tea cup in his hand felt strange, and he also fully understood the source of the faint tea fragrance on Enya's eggshells... This is pickled!

"Master?" Betty reacted slowly, and after half a pot of tea was poured, she noticed Gawain's gaze. She turned her head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Gawain's mouth shook twice, and he couldn't help it: "Betty...Are you cooking tea eggs?"

Betty looked confused: "What is a tea egg?"

"A kind of food...Forget it, I can’t explain it to you," Gawain held his forehead, "Just treat it as I didn’t say it."

"Oh." Betty snorted. Since the master didn't want to say it, it seemed that she didn't need to care about it-she quickly put this unintelligible thing aside, and then followed the usual procedure from her pocket. Take out the soft cloth used for wiping eggs, and start to wipe Enya's eggshells.

The sound of "twisting" sounded in the incubation room, and the tea cup that Gawain finally picked up was put down in an instant: "...Do you still keep her like this?!"

Betty stopped again with a bewildered expression: "What is a ‘pan’?"

Gao Wen: "..."

(This is my last ripple...)