Chapter 1120： Gradually recovered

a surprise?

Melita looked at the bright smile on her friend’s face. Although she was full of what she had seen and heard in the mainland of Loren and wanted to talk about it, she couldn’t help but feel curiosity and expectation for the "surprise" that Noretta said. , And with this expectation, she and Noretta returned to their home in the coastal camp.

Temporary houses built with recycled materials and boulders on the shore are still rudimentary, inferior to the once magnificent upper Tarrond palace, or even to the houses of the human kingdom of Loren continent today, but these are built by compatriots. The refuge built with great effort still gave Melita a sense of peace of mind. Passing through the camp that has been expanded a lot now, she returned to the door of her "home" that had been away for half a month, and the moment she stretched out her hand to open the door, the feeling of "going home" came to her heart. She couldn't help showing a smile of peace of mind, and her mood eased.

Then she saw the dragon egg standing on the largest open space in the house, and the magic runes set around the dragon egg-they obviously have the function of constant temperature and energy storage, and the warm breath and aura they exude The surgical circulation is slowly releasing, nourishing the egg with a pale yellow shell and lavender spots.

In the corner of the room, you can also see an open egg-shaped culture sac. Obviously, the dragon egg was placed in this container before, but now it has lost its function. After the hatch is opened, it is used as a container for sundries. It was full of Noretta's personal belongings.

Merita: "..."

"I adopted a dragon egg!" Noretta's voice suddenly came from behind, causing Merita, who was in a daze, to wake up suddenly, "It's a beautiful blue dragon, just like you— —Actually, I wanted to adopt Bailong at first, but after thinking about it, I would like to see a small Merita grow up a little bit..."

Dragon egg, a dragon egg... Merita's heart jumped suddenly, somehow she thought of the scene when she suddenly received news from Cecil when she was in Longlinbao not long ago. Two words echoed: "About the dragon egg sent by Tarrond..." "Speaking..."

For the first time in her life, she discovered that she was allergic to "Dragon Egg"—not to the dragon egg itself, but to the word.

"Merita?" Norieta noticed that her friend fell silent suddenly, and couldn't help showing a somewhat worried look, "What's wrong with you? Is the long-distance flight too tired? Sorry, I just want to surprise you, forget You need to rest..."

"Ah, no, I'm not tired, I'm just..." Melita opened her mouth, completely at a loss as to where to start, she could only point to the corner of the dragon egg in the room and shook her mouth twice, "So this is what you gave A surprise I prepared?"

"Yes," Noretta nodded, feeling a little bewildered. Obviously, her friend's reaction was quite different from what she expected. "Didn't we talk about adopting a dragon egg before? But the application was returned. You suddenly received a mission to Loren without submitting it. During this time, the situation in the camp was good, and the food supply and everyone's survivability had developed. Agundor opened up more dragon egg adoption quotas. , I went to apply for one, but I didn’t expect it to be approved soon..."

Speaking of this, the Miss Bai Long looked at Merita with some worry: "Don’t you want to adopt it anymore? But the adoption of Dragon Egg is a serious matter. Once you apply, you can’t..."

"Ah, no, of course not," Merita finally broke free from the two sentences looped in her mind at this time. She knew her reaction had caused Noretta's misunderstanding, so she waved her hand vigorously. Happy, we did say that we would adopt dragon eggs before, and hatching one more young dragon is also contributing to the revival of Tarrond. This is a good thing-I'm just a little... surprised, and a little nervous. allergy."

"Neurotic?" Norieta looked up and down Melita suspiciously several times, "What's so nervous about this?"

Because the egg that I just sent to Cecil a while ago has already begun to talk! Because the Dragon God has now become an egg that can talk and drink tea all day long! !

Merita's face changed twice, and in the end all the words returned to her throat-these things cannot be circulated at will before reporting upwards, even if Noretta is her own friend.

"It's nothing, maybe I experienced a lot in the mainland of Loren, I haven't gotten used to it all of a sudden," Miss Lan Long pulled the corner of her mouth, smiled a little embarrassingly, and then focused on the center of the room. On the egg, after her mind calmed down, she finally had some real sense of what was happening before her eyes. When she looked at the dragon egg, her eyes could not help but soften, "Dragon egg... not long ago, I had I never thought that one day I would choose to incubate a dragon egg...I always felt that this kind of thing is very far away from me, and it has nothing to do with me for at least twenty thousand years."

Noretta looked at Merita's expression, she seemed to feel that the other party had something to hide, but the years of understanding among friends prevented her from asking this question any more, but gently nodded: "Of course I understand, after all Like you, I am also a high-level employee customized by a biochemical company. There are no parents, no siblings, and no innate social relationships. Family tendencies are weakened due to genetic adjustments. Under normal circumstances, the upper-level customized by the company like us It is very likely that the dragons will never incubate their own'children'...but now everything has changed."

Merita smiled, and suddenly looked at the dragon egg with some curiosity: "By the way, do you think of a name?"

"Not yet, I plan to wait until the little one is hatched," Noretta shook her head, "There are two other families in the camp that have also claimed their dragon eggs, and everyone is going to wait for the whelps to hatch."

"Family... is really a distant concept for custom employees," Melita couldn't help but sigh softly, and then suddenly became a little curious. "But then again, is the wyrmling we hatched equal? Yu has two'mothers'?"

"Is there any problem with this?" Noretta blinked. "The young dragon next door will have three fathers in the future! After all, everyone is the dragon egg that has been claimed-now there are not many normal compositions on this wasteland. Family conditions..."

Merita thought for a while, suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with it...

Then she thought of another question: "By the way, how long will it take for our dragon eggs to hatch?"

"This dragon egg has reached the third stage of incubation in the incubation plant. Since then, its protective capsule has been maintaining the viability of the egg, so it seems that it will be able to successfully hatch in a short time-maybe less than a month," Noretta said immediately, "Now I set up a constant temperature environment for it, and use my magic power to supplement the consumption of these runes every day-if you also help later, we can take turns to stay next to the egg , That kind of incubation efficiency may be even higher."

Melita imagined that she would start trying to incubate the egg soon, her expression became weird, she couldn't help it, she could not tell whether it was an expectation or nervousness, but when she saw the smile on Noleta's face, she heard The voices of the compatriots when they were building the camp came from outside, and the turbulent thoughts finally calmed down, and the strange expressions finally converged into a smile.

"Of course, I will come to help as soon as possible-but before that I still have to go to Argondo first. Speaker Andal and the leader of Herragor are still waiting for my report."

……

The mountain city of Argondo – this was the once name of this glorious place. However, with the devastating war, the majestic palaces that stood on the top of the mountains have all been wiped out, and citizens are proud of it. The temples and temples of China have also turned into remnants of the age of myths that only exist in memory.

Nowadays, the newly born Agundor is located on the edge of the ruins of the old city, close to the foot of the main peak of Agundor. It was once part of the "lower Tarrond". Before the war, it was packed with stretches of With dense buildings covering the sky and cobweb-like three-dimensional traffic bridges, this area will be shrouded in man-made dusk for most of the day even in extreme daylight—then everything changed, and the war destroyed everything. It also destroyed the layered structure of Tarrond. Those huge buildings and traffic grids that obscured the sky melted into a part of the earth, and the ruins or newly built simple buildings... Today are just bathing in the huge sun. Bring the sunshine.

Herragor stood on a high platform in the center of this temporary "capital city", and the pale golden vertical pupils reflected the distant scene of the city: a group of giant dragons was cleaning the large ruins in the southwest corner of the city, in the absence of heavy machinery , They can only rely on natural power and magic to complete this difficult task. Fortunately, after so long of adaptation, even the dragons who have been dominated by the "cradle" to almost completely lose their survival skills have gradually begun to master the work. Under the condition of mutual cooperation, the ruins and remains composed mainly of molten metal and high-strength polymers are being cleaned up in an orderly manner.

The things cleared from the ruins will not be destroyed, but will be sent to the nearest "dismantling field" first, and Andal instructs the young dragons to use ancient wisdom to build a large elemental quenching pit there. Before leaving, Balroger left drawings and other materials to help the mechanics understand how to disassemble the basic materials that can be used from the obsolete facility.

The “garbage” dug up from the ruins will get a new identity in the dismantling field: they are all extremely valuable resources in the reconstruction of the city.

Herragor looked at the city’s growing complex of buildings. Everything here was expanded on the basis of the “refuge camp” not long ago. Although the scale has now been expanded several times, it is still in fact still here. It's no different from a refugee camp that has been enlarged a lot: rough but practical temporary houses, public facilities built on the solid framework of an old factory, and simple machine stations scattered around the city with "barely enough" standards. And the medical station, even if these things are arranged neatly, there is not much beauty at all.

Since the last time the "beacon" was ignited, Agundor has become the largest gathering place on this plain. More and more compatriots in the disaster have gathered in this refuge. Some of them were discovered by patrolling teams. Some took the initiative to seek asylum. These compatriots alleviated the urgent labor force, but they also put a severe test on the carrying capacity of Agonda, so everything here must be practical-no matter how it looks, at least first Make sure that your compatriots are covered by tiles.

However, in Herragor's view, this hastily established refuge city may not be beautiful enough, but it carries another kind of "beauty" that touches the soul. The rough and even ugly buildings are filled with a certain kind of life. The power of, that is the "soul" that the dragons have lost for 1.87 million years. Compared with that, the glorious and magnificent Tarrond in the past is more like a carved-beamed building in Herragor's eyes. The grave-the bones buried inside have long been rotten.

The sound of footsteps came from her side, awakening Herragor from his thoughts. The former highest dragon priest followed his reputation and saw Andal's figure appear on the high platform.

"The mission led by Melita has returned from Loren," Andal said to Hragor, "They are now resting in'Marina County'."

"Binhai County" is the name given by the dragons to the advancing camp on the Broken Coast. Now, as the scale of the camp gradually expands, the boundary of the safety zone along the Broken Coast has gradually stabilized. This is a little poetic and beautiful. Gradually, his name has a veritable taste.

Herragor nodded: "The last news from them is that the Theocracy Council was formally established and the first batch of materials for the Food Committee will be gathered in Cecil North Port in the near future-both news are enough to inspire everyone's fighting spirit. Especially the second one."

"We never expected that the Loren Congress would organize such aid forces on such a large scale and so quickly," Andal said with emotion. "Originally according to our expectations, even if Merita persuaded them in the shortest time For the most affluent human nations, the preparation of aid materials will have to wait at least until the end of summer in the northern hemisphere...even until the end of autumn, and we will have to face food shortages that may last for several months before then."

"Gavin Cecil... This time, Tarrond owes a huge favor." Herragor said in a deep voice.

"Before we left, our **** seemed to have determined that the biggest change in civilization this season will focus on that human being," Andal thoughtfully, "He even gave his inheritance to his hands for this— -Although we have broken free from the shackles of faith, we still have to admit that the judgment of gods is far longer than that of ordinary people."

"Legacy..." Heragor's expression suddenly became a little weird as he listened to Andal's words, "Actually, I am still a little unsure. After the gods left, they left a message saying that they would give "all this" to Gao. Vin Cecil, does this "everything" include that egg-after all, there are two interpretations of this sentence, "everything" can also refer to "everything" in terms of knowledge and intelligence..."

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Andal couldn't help asking, "We have all sent the egg over."

"...Also," Herragor thought for a while, and smiled relieved. "Maybe I'm just a little sensitive about this matter-anyway, this land is not only our prison, but it also binds him. Millions of years, now that the "legacy" left by him can leave here to go to the distant continent of Loren, if he still knows, he will probably be happy."

"I think so."