Chapter 1146： Fleet heading north

A human fleet that has never been seen in the distant sea sails to an ancient and unknown country. The surging power brought by magic machinery splits the waves. The ancient races from the deep sea and the legendary dragon lead the course and shelter the fleet. Security—Such a scene, almost everyone thought it would only appear in the story of the bard.

Byron looked into the distance from the deck of the Bitter Winter, and the oncoming cold wind engulfed the fishy smell from the ocean. I don’t know when, he was completely accustomed to this smell, accustomed to the magnificence of facing the endless sea. And a sense of shock.

A flutter of wings suddenly came from high above, and Byron subconsciously raised his head, he saw a black dragon approaching the deck of the Winter's ship like a dark cloud falling from the sky-before it completely landed, this huge figure was already there. The chaotic light and shadow quickly turned into a human form, a young man with short black hair, brown skin, black eyes and a happy smile.

This is one of the "escorts" sent by Tarrond to protect the fleet and guide the route, named Mokruul.

The black dragon transformed into a human form landed on the deck and walked briskly to Byron's side. At the same time, he said in a relaxed tone: "We are crossing the eternal storm sea, luck is good, the weather on this road is very good...the sea conditions are also it is good."

"This is the eternal storm sea area? The big storm that scared people back then?" Byron suddenly showed a look of astonishment. He raised his head and looked around at the sea slowly undulating in the breeze, except for very far away places. Apart from the shadows of some islands and reefs, there is nothing in this sea, "I didn't see anything..."

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"Because the ancient power that once entrenched in this sea area has completely dissipated, and the things that once stood here no longer exist," the young black dragon shook his head gently, and the appearance that had always been relaxed and happy was a bit solemn at this moment. "Our current location is the ancient launch site. There was a fateful battle that changed everything here... But now, everything is over."

While talking, he lowered his head, looking through the layers of decks and cabins to see the scene in the distant deep sea: "But on the bottom of the sea, there are still some things remaining, which are ancient that have not been destroyed by war. The ruins represent the former glory of Tarrond... Maybe one day, we will reproduce those ancient technologies."

"For short-lived humans, that is really very distant history," Byron shrugged. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have thought that there are so many hidden in this world that have been forgotten. Secret."

"I heard that you were an adventurer," the young black dragon laughed and looked at Byron with some curiosity. "I also heard that when you were young, you also explored ancient ruins in the forgotten forest. Looking for lost history, is this all true?"

Byron was taken aback for a moment, with a weird expression on his lips: "Well... I was an adventurer at the beginning. In our human society, adventurers are different from adventurers, do you understand?"

"Is that so?" The young black dragon was a little surprised, "I thought these two words mean the same...Sorry, I have never left Tarrond before, and I don't know much about the vocabulary of the human world. Is there any difference between each profession?"

Byron thought about it seriously, and began to explain to the **** in front of him the valuable experience he has summarized in this life: "In short, adventurers want money but don’t die, adventurers don’t want money or life..."

The **** Mo Kruulton showed a thoughtful look, and at the same time asked casually: "What about the money and death?"

"It's smart people who want money and kill," Byron immediately sorted out his navy cloak and messy hair like a bandit leader, and said solemnly, "Such a person later became a navy marshal."

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The bow of the Mary on Ice split through the cold breaking waves in the northern waters, and the low roar from the operation of the machinery in the engine room was filtered by several compartments and silencer runes to become a kind of buzzing like nothing. The sound came from the depths of the deck. The old man wearing a short black robe and a black cap was leaning against the guardrail on the side of the ship, looking into the distance with excited and expectant eyes, a large book floating on a heavy parchment paper Beside him, an unhandled quill pen was brushing and writing quickly, leaving lines of words and symbols on the blank pages of the large parchment book.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and a young woman dressed as an adventurer passed by. After seeing the old man leaning on the railing, the lady wearing a hunting suit and a weapon on her waist stopped curiously: "Mo Father Dill...what are you doing?"

"Can't you see it? Observe and record," Modil said without looking back. "Pay attention to all the interesting details that I saw during the journey, and record them accurately and timely. This is the basic quality of adventurers. ."

"Is it... It's a pity that I'm just an adventurer, and I don't quite understand what an "adventurer" like you is pursuing." The young lady waved her hand. "Anyway, as long as you don't suddenly jump into the sea to hunt down sharks or Suddenly flying to the sky and racing with the dragon is just fine... Although everyone on the ship has now determined that you are a powerful spellcaster, please think more about the nervously fragile ordinary people who serve as crew members. Think, they are not the kind of well-trained Imperial soldiers on the Bitter Winter."

"Ah...oh, oh yes, you are right, Miss Lola," Modil finally turned his head from the outboard scenery, and patted his head in hindsight. "Don't worry, I will do it now. When this kind of thing happened, I became invisible in advance."

The corners of the young female adventurer named Lola suddenly twitched-after a sea journey, the adventurers who took the "Mary on Ice" were already familiar with each other, although they could not reach the battlefield where they could experience life and death together. Friendship, but according to "industry habits", everyone can be regarded as teammates in a large adventure team for the time being, and she has gradually become familiar with the awe and vigilance of the strong policeman named Modil from the beginning. Get connected. In all fairness, this old mage who seems to have a memory problem is actually a very easy person to get along with. He is very powerful, but he does not have the arrogance and coldness of the old-school mage, but in some cases... the old man’s style of acting is also a bit lethargic. The people around are nervous.

As a great adventurer (at least as he claims to be), Modil did a lot of things he wanted on the road, such as suddenly jumping off the boat when he sensed something in the deep sea and seeing the dragon on the road. The sky **** suddenly flew up and shoulder to shoulder with the dragon has happened more than once. To be honest, if not personally confirmed, Laura would almost suspect that the main purpose of the old man in the adventure group was to die halfway...

Turned some thoughts that did not respect the elder in her mind, Laura quickly condensed her floating thoughts, and then curiously looked at the big parchment book floating beside the old mage. As a senior hunter with fairly good living conditions, she read some books before promoting general education in the empire. She also thinks that she is a "learned" among the five big and three rough adventurers. When he glanced over the densely packed text and symbols on the pages of the book, a spontaneous doubt rose from the bottom of his heart-afraid that the books I had read in the past 20 years were all fake?

"These things you recorded..." The young huntress rubbed her eyes, "Why can't I understand a word?"

"Aha, this is really not easy to understand... I am sorting out the changes in the magical environment on the sea and the disturbance rules between the disorderly turbulence and the upper atmosphere during the entire voyage." Modilton laughed, and the corner of his eyes was bright. "I’m not just recording casually. Do you know that there is a team of scholars on board? They are responsible for recording meteorological and magical data in the distant seas, and accumulating data for the Imperial Ocean Exploration Project. I and some of them A scholar said that they really need these records of mine-so I am essentially even serving the empire at this time..."

Lola looked at the old mage somewhat unexpectedly: "I can't tell, you are still very... how do you say that very fashionable sentence? Oh, I have a sense of responsibility as an imperial citizen."

"Is that so? Probably so," the old mage grabbed his pale hair, and said with some uncertainty, "I think I should do something for this country... some kind of... sense of obligation? I seem to I have an obligation to do something..."

The old man’s eyes suddenly became a little bewildered, as if his fragile memory system suddenly fell into an infinite loop. Something that has been completely forgotten but still has a subtle imprint in his instinct has troubled him. Lola is no longer the first. Once she saw the old mage fall into such a weird state, she immediately spoke, her voice deliberately raised a little: "Master, you have recorded so many things every day, and you have been recording so many things for so many years, even if you don’t organize and revise these things. I am afraid it is already an amazing work, right?"

When interrupted by the huntress, Modil seemed to wake up in an instant. He immediately smiled and shook his head: "It's probably an exaggeration to say that it's a book. I'm not a person who is good at writing biography... But I am indeed A lot of things have been recorded. Have you seen this thick book? I have written it all..."

Halfway through his voice, he suddenly got stuck. The trance caused by the lack of memory seemed to reappear. The old mage frowned a little bit, muttering as if talking to himself: "I recorded a lot of things, I remember ...I lost a record. It seems to have been lost many, many years ago... There are many great adventures in it, and I seem to have lost them..."

Looking at Modil falling into a trance again, Laura couldn’t help but said loudly again: "Master, you..."

"Ah, don't be so loud, girl," Modil turned his head suddenly, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes were clear again, and he waved his hand gently, "Thank you for your concern, I'm actually fine. .. I have been here for so many years... Maybe it was because I lived too long, my memory has some problems, even my soul... It seems that there is a little problem, but overall everything is fine, at least it has not fallen to the point. The point where you are cared by juniors like you."

The old mage let out a sigh of relief, as if to calm down the restless and empty memory, Laura looked into the eyes of the old man, and then hesitated for a long time and said: "I heard... you went to Tarrond to What did you get back?"

"Ah, yes, I mentioned this to Mr. Azkar on the ship," Modil smiled gently, "I'm going to Tarrond to find something...the same is important to me s things."

"Why would you have lost anything in the kingdom of the dragon?" Laura said in disbelief. "That was the country that was blocked by eternal storms on the other side of the ocean. Except for the dragon, no mortal creatures can come and go freely..."

"I don't know, I don't remember all of them," Modil shook his head and said slowly, "I don't know what I'm looking for, or where the'thing' is left. I just have a It feels like I have lost something very important in Tarrond...I must go find it back."

His voice was slow and firm, as if with a soul-derived persistence. The brilliance of the huge sun shone from the sky, and the bright sunlight seemed to penetrate the body of the old mage at this moment, making his entire body Becomes hazy and transparent, and can even vaguely see the vast sea scenery behind him——

Lola suddenly jumped in her heart and blinked hurriedly, only to find that the scene just now had disappeared like an illusion. The old mage was standing there, his figure was really real, not becoming hazy and illusory, and there was no sunlight passing through his translucent body. .

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Talrond, on the broken coastline of the southeast coast, the newly built Binhai County is bathing in the brilliance of the extreme day.

The red dragon Calador stood on a small floating island floating in the air outside the city, squinting his eyes and watching the movement of the sea and the coast.

A newly-built fence protects the residential area located in the safe zone of the coastline. The fence is made of a mixture of boulders and molten metal. Although it is not as exquisite and luxurious as the former palace walls and pavilions, it reveals a roughness in the sun. Compared with the previous “wind shelters” that were hurriedly piled up with **** and rubbish, these walls have at least undergone more careful planning and design and relatively regular construction. Recently, there is ample labor force and new buildings from nearby islands. The quarried building materials make the walls at least neat and strong-they are at least real city walls, not wind-blocking slopes piled up with rubbish.

At this time, the hunting team has gone to sea, and the soldiers responsible for clearing the wild areas around the town have not yet returned. The dragons responsible for building houses and leveling the land are busy in the large open space on the outer edge of Binhai County, without any members. His time was wasted in wasting, and no energy was wasted in irrelevant places.

Caladol retracted his gaze at the town, and suddenly had a more real experience of the word "alive" in his heart.

This is an experience that the dragons have never experienced before. It is an unimaginable situation in the "cradle period". It is difficult, distressed, full of challenges and embarrassment, but...

Work can change the environment, and hard work can ensure one's own survival. The establishment and maintenance of Binhai County requires the efforts of every member of the ethnic group. All individuals are valuable, and all hard work is meaningful.

This is indeed the feeling of "alive". It's not so beautiful and not so easy. It's not as romantic as imagined, and it's even a bit painful, but... it's good to be alive.

(Recommend a book, "I Just Want to Be Self-reliant", an urban reality theme. After the protagonist is reborn, he is unwilling to be the second generation of mixed eating and waiting to die. He chooses a story of self-reliance. I rarely publish books on this theme, but recently It’s been a long time since I didn’t push the book, so I made a sacrifice to heaven.)