Chapter 1195： A person without a surname

Herragor, the ruler of Tarrond Continent-It is said that the dragon has three leaders, respectively in charge of knowledge, technology and authority. Among them, the dragon of knowledge is the wisdom Andal, and the dragon of technology. Currently not in Talrond, and the authoritative dragon of dominance is the awesome Heragol, the ancient dragon who once served the dragon **** and brazenly raised the flag of resistance, is also the head of the three ancient dragons one of.

Even if Tarrond is now in decline, even if the dragons even need the assistance of the Alliance to survive this cold winter, the powerful and awe-inspiring Primordial Dragon is still one of the individuals at the apex of all mortal kingdoms, so listen. After Herragor's introduction, even Modil couldn't help but froze for a while, and only a few seconds later opened his mouth and said, "Ah oh-this is really surprising."

Then he shook his head: "They told me that there was a camp commander who wanted to see me. I didn't expect it to be someone like you..."

"Please forgive me, because I don’t want to be too eye-catching-adventurers have finally adapted to life in Tarrond, and you know that they are very good at...processing infinite based on limited facts. Wonderful story," said Herragor, shaking his head somewhat helplessly, and then raised his finger to a chair opposite him, "Sit down, Mr. Modil, you can relax a little."

Modil glanced suspiciously at the dragon leader in front of him, then looked at the chair in front of him, and then sat down slowly, and at the same time frowned insignificantly: "Well, can I say it now? A like you How can a leader like this have time to come and find me, an ordinary adventurer in person? Don't say that you also believe in the saying that'an old fist pressed the fire prince into a lava river violently'... "

"Ordinary adventurer?" Herragor watched Modil sit down, and raised his eyebrows after hearing what the other person said. "Is this your positioning of yourself? You are really just an ordinary 'Adventurer'?"

"Otherwise?" Modil pointed to himself, "I think it is more appropriate to use the three words'adventurer' to describe himself. I am still different from ordinary adventurers."

Herragor didn't speak for a while, just staring at the old magician in front of him quietly, as if he was judging certain inner nature of this "human" in a certain way. His eyes had the power to penetrate the truth. Even if he has no gifts from the gods, he, the former "demigod," can see many things that ordinary people can't see. After such observation lasted for several seconds, he finally retracted his gaze and frowned slightly.

"I heard that you have lost some memories, Mr. Modil," the former dragon priest pondered his vocabulary. "You don't know where you came from, and you don't know where you are already outside...how many years you have ventured, or even don't know. Isn’t that true of my travels in the early years?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not just as simple as losing your memory," Modil thought for a while, and didn't think a ruler like Herragor would have any need to harm him, and he had never done anything in this regard. After concealing it from the outside, he replied frankly, "Sometimes my memory will appear chaotic, there will be intermittent, repeated, retrogressive, and sometimes there will be some things that I don’t think should be related to myself. Come out of it——I really don’t remember where I started my adventure, or my parents, relatives, friends, family, hometown... I don’t remember anything.

"Occasionally, I will recall some fragments of traveling somewhere. I can clearly remember those intersections, those houses, and even the names of some local acquaintances, but when I tried my best to find the place in my memory, I found that everything was It is very different from what I have in my own impression, as if those memories have been processed by dreams; sometimes I suddenly wake up from a strange place and I don’t remember how I got there. People around me tell me something. What I have just done not long ago sounds like describing a stranger...

"I think I might have been cursed by something, you know, the curse of the spirit and soul-this is mostly related to one of my adventures. Maybe I have touched an ancient heritage that should not be touched? Enraged some ghosts wandering in the tomb? I have tried to solve this problem, to find the ancient ruins I have ventured, and I want to relieve my'curse', but it is not so easy. I don't know. Where have I been and how can I understand the source of the curse?"

Modil spread his hands, and ended with this, and Herragor nodded thoughtfully, and said casually: "This sounds difficult, Mr. Modil, your experience is sympathetic."

"I don't need much sympathy-although many people will have this reaction after hearing my experience," Modil's attitude is quite calm, "I have been anxious and angry, but I don't know how many years have passed. I've seen it open. Compared with the past that I can't remember, there are still many unknown novelties in this world waiting for me to explore, and the new changes in this era are exciting enough. I'm very thankful, no matter what Losing my memory, at least my strength and a lot of knowledge are still there. These things can make me live well in a more difficult environment. There is nothing more satisfying for an adventurer..."

This is an almost unreasonable optimistic attitude. It is a "free and easy" that ordinary people cannot understand. Herragor doesn't know if this is the truth of the old master or the "epiphany" of self-defeating after years of setbacks and blows. , He just frowned and thought about something. Of course, this hesitant attitude could not hide Modil’s eyes. The old mage glanced at the dragon leader in front of him: "Honorable Heragol--you can see that The interest in me is not just because an amnesia adventurer made some "movements" among adventurers. Please tell me directly, what on earth do you want me for?"

"In fact, when we first learned that there was a legendary strong man who had been in the adventurer camp for some reason, we were just surprised and curious. The reconstruction work of Talrond was heavy, and it was not worth the experience of betting too much. But soon I heard your name... The powerful strength, the identity of the adventurer, the name Modil, these elements together remind me of an event that happened shortly before the'Great Battle'. "Hragor finally sighed softly. As he said, he waved to the side, so some pages flew out of thin air from a nearby shelf and landed on the table between the two.

"A dragon on a mission on the continent of Loren brought back some information. She also mentioned a name and an incredible travel book-Oh, of course this is not the original, and the original is not in Tarrond. This is my basis. The original report is a small amount of fragments transcribed from memory, but the content above should be indistinguishable from the original. You can take a look and see if you can think of anything."

Modil watched the pages fall in front of him, the old mage's eyes seemed to shake uncontrollably, and some kind of transcendental intuition surged into his heart, making this powerful old man's heart pounding--he pursued it. Something for so many years seems to be about to appear, appearing in this land where the mystery has just been unveiled. Although he has thought that he is ready for countless times, when it is really possible, he The first reaction turned out to be to refuse to contact and understand.

But this sudden impulse of resistance was easily suppressed by him. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the pages of paper in front of him, and his eyes slowly swept over it.

"...X month and XX, I greeted my friends and prepared to go again. The things at home have been arranged. The plan has been adequately done from the'smooth return in a short day' to the'death outside'. Saint Sunil also said hello...

"The children seem to be quite critical of my new adventure plan...

"... The experience in the shadow world cannot be repeated. I should make proper preparations this time, such as finding a reliable teammate. I should clearly realize that I am a fragile mage, and the matter of charging and fighting is not suitable for me... "

Lines of text were swept across the field of vision, and many familiar and unfamiliar names and events touched Modil’s fragmented and chaotic memory world like the light and shadow passing over the water. His expression changed several times, and It took a long time to finish reading those few pages of paper, and then he was stunned for more than ten seconds before finally hesitating to break the silence: "This record...is someone’s adventures, yes. Right?"

"Do you really have no impression of them?" Herragor leaned forward slightly and asked seriously, "I didn't think of anything after seeing it?"

"Well, it looks like I guessed it... Is this the record I once left? Is it my travel note?" Modil read the answer from Herragor's attitude, but his expression It only seemed more confused, "But I really don't have any impression at all, I have no impression at all...family, friends, companions...I even had children? I really have these?"

The old mage muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changed between being sober and confused, but before he was completely confused, Herragor's voice suddenly came from the side, and the magic in the language of the dragon made him instantly Sober up: "Mr. Modil, please stay focused. We are just talking about a travel note. Your spirit should be firmly anchored here."

"Oh, oh, stay focused, stay focused," Modil awakened suddenly, his gaze scanned the paper pages that had fallen on the table again, "I really don't remember them. Do you know the full name of the person who left this travel note?"

"Modil Wilde," Herragor nodded and said, "When you hear the last name, don't you remember anything?"

"Wild...Wild?" Modil frowned, repeating this unique surname in the human world in a low voice, "I don't remember, I don't remember my own surname, but I am a little familiar with this surname. ...Wait! I know, I've heard of it! The ruler family of Anzu North, Duke Wilde—huh?"

The expression of the old mage was stunned. He finally remembered where he had heard of this familiar surname. However, when the surname was connected to him, a huge confusion rose from the bottom of his heart completely. Overwhelming his mind, he raised his finger to himself, his face was full of "how is this possible?" He obviously couldn't believe his guess at all.

What he did not expect was that the name Modil Wilde had even disappeared in this world for six hundred years.

Hragor gave a light cough, carefully considered his vocabulary and said: "Mr. Modil, this is just a clue, we should..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Modil in front of him has no response, just sitting sluggishly on the spot, maintaining the motion of raising his hand to him.

Herragor squinted his eyes and glanced at the old mage, and then immediately reacted, sketching a pale golden rune in the air, and wanted to take some emergency measures to protect the soul and reset his mind, but he did something. Before, Modil suddenly woke up again. The old mage blinked, as if the abnormality just now was just an illusion. He looked around and looked at Herragor again. After two seconds of confusion, he was not sure. He said: "Where did we talk? The first lead, do you have anything to show me?"

"...No, we have seen it, but there is no result, forget about it," Herragor's expression did not change, but with a wave of his hand, the pages of paper on the table instantly turned into dust and disappeared. In the air, "Thank you very much for your willingness to talk to me about something. Let's stop here today. You need to rest."

"Huh? Is it over?" Modil was confused and scratched his hair subconsciously, "How do I think we have just started talking, and are about to talk about the really important part..."

The old mage murmured, but he stopped abruptly soon. He seemed to realize something and looked at Herragor strangely: "I was in the wrong state just now?"

"...A bit scary," Herragor nodded. In front of a legendary mage like Modil, many things in the transcendent realm are clear at one point. "For your health, I don't think we should Keep talking."

"...I understand," Modil sighed softly, smiling with a complicated expression, then he slowly stood up, ready to turn away, "It seems that I can only'rest' then. "

Hragor nodded and watched Modil get up, but when the old mage was about to walk to the door, he still broke the silence: "Mr. Modil."

Modil stopped and turned his head: "What else is there?"

"You want to find something'important' that you have lost in this land, right?"

"Of course," Modil nodded, "No matter what I say to anyone, this is my purpose."

"...Then, I will help as much as possible," Herragor said slowly after a moment of deliberation, "You can stay in this land for a few more days and wait patiently for the turning point."

Modier glanced at the dragon leader somewhat unexpectedly, and asked curiously: "Why? Is the dragon such a generous and hospitable race?"

Hragor laughed: "Dragons are indeed generous and hospitable, but the more important reason is that I have an intuition that what you want to pursue... I am afraid it is also related to some things we are paying attention to."