Chapter 1205： Skimming over the wasteland

After eating and drinking, the two young dragons ran wildly around the incubator room for several laps before finally consuming their excessive energy. On this autumn afternoon, a pair of the first batch in a million years The sisters who were born on the land outside Errond slept together in a temporary "small nest" with their necks draped over their necks, their tails wrapped around their tails, and small sharp claws clutching the blanket depicting the finely divided orchids.

A few pieces of eggshells were pressed under the wings and tail by them-this is the "pillow" they chose for themselves. Obviously, the cubs of the dragon cub and the cubs of the humans are not much different in sleep, and the sleeping posture is the same wanton and unrestrained.

Melita guarded carefully beside the two whelps, reaching out to tidy up the mess of bedding and blankets made by the little guys-the fabrics used by humans were of course not specially prepared for the dragons, but obviously the whelps were right. I don't care about this, as long as these soft and warm things can be stacked into a comfortable nest, the newborn cubs can sleep peacefully in it.

"Have you thought about how to settle these two little guys afterwards?" Gawain watched Merita's slightly strange movements beside him, and couldn't help asking, "Should they stay here?"

"I want to take them back to the embassy and stay with Noleta and I," Melita thought a little, shook his head slightly, "Since we have claimed this dragon egg, Noleta and I should take it. Responsibilities, putting the egg with you during the incubation stage has made me very sad-and they also need to follow the real dragons to learn how to grow up as a'dragon', otherwise..."

Miss Lan Long paused when she said that, looking at Gawain with a weird expression and laughed: "Otherwise I always think that they will grow up strangely by staying with you..."

Gawain immediately felt the need to say a few words when he heard this, but before he spoke, Tyre humped in the corridor, and Rebecca, who was chased and beaten by Heidi, was five times away. Amber that came in by picking the door, and Betty who was watering Enya... the words that she wanted to justify suddenly turned into a long sigh in the bronchus, and she could only hold her forehead and turn her face: "...You are right. , My environment does not seem suitable for the growth of juvenile dragons..."

There are too many weird guys around me. Two young dragons who have no worldview at all live in such an environment. God knows how many weird things they will learn. If you think about it, it is safer to let them go back with Merita. ... But then again, Gawain was also curious about how these abnormal guys around him got together, how could he look back and feel like he has collected a bunch of buffs...

Melita endured a smile and watched Gawain's expression change there, and finally broke the embarrassment with a soft cough: "The embassy area is not far from here, and the two little guys can still come and play often— I think they will definitely be nostalgic for the breath of this incubator, and... and Ms. Enya here."

There was a soft smile from the golden dome that was silent for a long time, and Enya seemed to be in a happy mood: "If you want to take them back, then wait for them to wake up. Whelplings have more powerful cubs than other creatures. The ability to think and understand, which means that sudden changes in the environment will bring them clearer tension and confusion. Therefore, they should not change the environment while they are sleeping. Instead, they should be made aware that their mother is leading them The safe place went to another safe place...

"In addition, remember to bring their eggshells and these quilt blankets. This will give them a sense of security.

"When you arrive at your new home, remember to accompany them more. If you can, let the other dragons in the embassy say hello to the young dragons, so that the young dragons realize that they live in a'clan'. But don't see too many at once. Unfamiliar faces, they will be confused, and may even make it difficult to distinguish the breath of their mother..."

Enya patiently taught the young Melita one by one. The latter nodded seriously while listening. Gao Wen watched the scene quietly beside him, and a series of sense of sight emerged in her heart—— It wasn't until the teaching process came to an end that he couldn't help but look at Enya: "Didn't you still say that you have no experience in actually taking care of young dragons...How do you feel that you are quite knowledgeable in this area now?"

"I don't have the experience of actually hatching eggs--it's impossible to have experience in this area," Enya replied indifferently, "but I didn't say that I didn't have enough theoretical knowledge-I remember the time when eggs were hatched in ancient ways. Many things!"

Gao Wen heard a lot of pride and pride in the tone of the dragon **** from the past, but he always felt that the other party hadn't told the truth. After all, even if she retained some memories of the ancient "gods", those from the perspective of gods The "theoretical knowledge" derived from observing the mortal world is not so detailed and thorough... This former dragon **** took advantage of no one to find someone to make up the lesson, right?

But he wouldn’t say this to his face. Considering that it’s not a big deal, he just smiled slightly, and then returned his eyes to the two whelps who were hugging and sleeping. He saw the two little guys. Arched in the quilt and changed to a new posture. A question suddenly appeared in his mind: "By the way, Melita, do you think about a name for them?"

Melita was a little embarrassed when she heard this expression, she shook her head after thinking a little bit: "I had discussed it with Noretta before, but at that time we didn't expect that the eggs we brought back were double-yellow - now we are going to name it. The whelplings of "have changed from one to two. I plan to talk to Noretta after I go back, and discard the names that I had chosen before..."

Gawain gave a cry, and then he saw two young dragons arching up again in his sleep. One of the little guys arched his neck near his eggshell pillow for a long time, and then suddenly opened his mouth and made a cute gesture. The full burp-a puff of green smoke slowly rises from the corner of his mouth.

Gawain was smiling a moment ago, his face changed when he saw the blue smoke, and he turned to look at Merita: "I think we should first enchant the flammable objects around these two little guys with flames before discussing anything else. protection……"

...

In the study of Cecil Palace, Veronica, holding a platinum scepter, stood in front of the large French windows, looking for a long time in the direction of the courtyard's main entrance, seeming to be lost in thought until the sound of opening the door came from behind. The "saint princess" turned her head and saw Gawain's figure walking into the room.

"Your Majesty," Veronica nodded slightly with a faint smile on her face, "Good day."

"It's already evening," Gawain glanced at the sky outside, and saw the gradually sinking sunset hanging over the buildings at the end of the city, and the brilliant crown of the huge sun reflected a slightly distorted light curtain in the clouds. Sorry, I was delayed for a while in the incubator."

"It's okay, and I didn't wait long," Veronica said with a smile, and then asked curiously, "Did the dragon ambassador bring the two young dragons back?"

"Yes, the young dragons should still live with their'mothers'-and there are many of their kins in the embassy," Gao Wen nodded and said casually, "Enya seems a little reluctant..."

"Humanity..." Veronica whispered thoughtfully, and then shook her head. "I didn't expect that one day there will be descendants of giant dragons hatching in the human kingdom, and dragon envoys will stay in the city. Races from all over the world gather in one place, even including visitors from the deep sea... This used to be a scene that only appeared in certain fantasy poems and dramas of the Gondor era, but it has now come true."

"Is this what you were thinking about standing at the window just now?" Gawain asked somewhat unexpectedly, "I thought you wouldn't be emotional about such things..."

"I have survived for many years, so I need to maintain my personality parameters. Losing my perception and understanding of changes in the world is a very dangerous signal. It is a sign that my soul is about to die-but I guess you call me today. "I didn't come here to discuss these things," Veronica said with a smile. "Miss Betty said you have something to discuss, but she seems to be very busy and didn't elaborate on what happened."

"...Then she probably forgot," Gao Wen shrugged, and then his expression became serious, "Your body...is it still underground in the ancient capital of Gugangduo? In the deep blue well's remnant structure. Where?"

The smile on Veronica’s face did not change at all, except that the platinum scepter in her hand had slightly changed its angle, showing that she was a little surprised at Gawain’s question: "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this? Of course, my body 'It is indeed underground in the Deep Blue Well. I mentioned this to you before..."

"Then can you monitor the flow of magical power in the deep blue well?" Gao Wen asked with a serious face, "I mean...the structures behind the source of magical power, those that can penetrate the entire planet..."

"You mean Deep Blue Nets," Veronica finally changed her expression slightly, and her tone became serious, "What happened?"

"...Enya found some bad signs," Gao Wen didn't hesitate to tell the "old country princess" the news he had received in the incubation room. "The newly born young dragon has a pure demon on his body. Signs of erosion. Considering the dragon’s special magic affinity and physique, she suspects this is a sign that the magic power in the deep blue network is'rising'. A similar thing happened two million years ago, and the magic power throughout the entire planet Sudden changes in the system have caused extreme weather for a long time."

"The magic in the network has risen?!" Veronica's eyes widened. The "rebel leader" who always maintained a calm smile finally couldn't control her surprised expression-this obviously exceeded her. Past experience and knowledge of Deep Blue Well.

"This does sound a bit weird-after all, it is part of the huge system that runs through the planet under our feet. It is as old and stable as the earth, and it has only changed once in two hundred years-even more frequently than demons and gods. The disaster is still low," Gao Wen shook his head, "But Enya's warning has to be heard, so I want to know if you can provide some help."

"... In the past few hundred years, more than half of my energy has been devoted to studying the source of magical power, including monitoring the depths of the source of magical power," Veronica replied immediately, "I didn't find it. What anomaly, at least in the few'pulses' that I can monitor so far, the flow of magic is as usual."

Gao Wen frowned: "Can your monitoring scope be expanded? If this is really a precursor of some kind of large-scale change, then we may need more data to confirm the situation..."

"Unfortunately, I am powerless," Veronica shook her head and interrupted Gawain. "That's Gondor Wasteland-I only have limited resources and energy over there, and I have to allocate a lot of energy to deal with refuge. The harsh environment surrounding the institute has been eroding continuously, and maintaining the status quo has been quite difficult, and there is no spare capacity to monitor more magical pulses."

"...I understand, I'm sorry, my request is a bit too high." Hearing Veronica's reply, Gawain immediately realized the unrealistic part of his thoughts, and then he frowned slightly and turned his eyes involuntarily. Throwing at the "known world map" hanging on the nearby wall.

His gaze slowly swept across the map, over the imperial capital, over the dark mountains, over the vast black forest and the contaminated belt plain, and finally landed on the gray area with almost no details due to lack of information. In the wasteland area.

Veronica noticed Gawain's gaze, and she followed, her gaze falling in the center of the wasteland.

That is the only area in the wasteland where there are "details", and the only "known" area. The huge Gondor explosion pit lies in a gray and polluted area like an ugly scar, at the center of the explosion pit. This is where she really lives now.

This body named "Veronica" is just an interactive platform that walks outside the magnificent wall. Compared with the little information that this body feels, she can feel the whistling sky above the old capital. The cold wind, the filthy air, the poisoned earth, and the pure magical energy flowing in the deep blue well like the "blood of the world".

"...I can stay in the wasteland for a long time, but this world probably won't leave you too much time," she looked at Gao Wen and said softly, "I and my Ironman Corps are waiting for you. Support."

...

To the southeast of the Dark Mountains, in the extended area of ​​the tail of the Black Forest, the wings of the giant eagle cut through the sky. At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the clouds, and sprinkled brilliant gold on these huge and heroic creatures. The ground below shows more distinct shadows and lines in the inclined light.

Dozens of giant eagles lined up, and the giant eagles with royal marks accounted for the majority of them.

Azmore, the ancient druid leader with the oldest qualifications in the elven society, sits on the back of one of the giant eagles. The front and back are the "Royal Hawks" performing **** missions. These "guards" fly over him. Nearby, even in the distance in the air, the old druid seemed to be able to feel the tight aura between them—these guards were so nervously paying attention to this old man, who was so old, even more than paying attention. The queen in the team.

But Azmore just smiled, and then refocused his attention on the ground slowly retreating under the wings of the giant eagle.

Using some exquisite magic props, he displayed ancient mysteries and synchronized his vision with the eyes of the giant eagle. In that extra vision, he saw the vast stretch of black forest, the polluted and alienated wasteland, and the towering darkness. Mountains, and...

Some artificial lights extending between the Black Forest and the polluted area.