Listening to Miss Black Dragon’s helpless sigh, the rocking chair under Modil finally stopped. The old mage rolled his eyes at the sky and said a little bit irritably: "Aren’t you talking nonsense—the adventure plan I originally made is now I put it on hold and watched the people in front of me every day, and listened to them coming back and telling me about the new changes outside the camp. How could it not be boring."
The young black dragon girl showed an embarrassed look on her face: "This...we are worried about an accident..."
"I know I know," Modil waved his hand impatiently without waiting for the other person to finish. "You are essentially worried that I will accidentally die outside before my descendant who is rushing from Loren Continent arrives. Well, what are you doing with so many decorations..."
The black dragon girl's face was suddenly more embarrassed than before: "Actually...we are not entirely because of this..."
"It's also because my mental state is getting more and more wrong recently, and I'm worried that I will make a big mess after going out with other adventurers," Modil had long wanted to understand all the thoughts of these dragons, although he said impatiently. Then, the cheerful expression on his face was never interrupted, "Hey, don’t be so embarrassed to be guessed at the central thing, I am not embarrassed by what you are embarrassed. In fact, I also understand that your concerns are not malicious or malicious. That’s right, so I’m quite cooperative—I haven’t even been out of this street since I met your leader last time, but I’m just bored in the usual way..."
While talking, the great adventurer couldn't help but shook his head: "Hey, there are still too few entertainment projects here. It's not interesting to go to the tavern a few times. I'm not good at gambling money. I think Find a few people to play cards and chess, and few adventurers seem to be interested in this..."
Listening to the rants of the adventurer, the expression on the face of the black dragon girl standing aside gradually changed. Her eyelids drooped, and she sighed in her tone: "Are you entertaining... The conditions of the adventurer camp are indeed correct now? Limited, but in the old Tarrond, we don’t lack all kinds of'entertainment'-if you can see the lower part of Agonda at that time, I am afraid you will never be bored."
Modil raised his eyelids and glanced at the black dragon: "You mean that kind of addictive potion, and those nerve-stimulating hallucination generators and arenas?"
The black dragon girl blinked, her expression was a little surprised: "Do you know this?"
"Adventurers will see information about the Dragon Kingdom before registering. I'm not the kind of rash guy who throws away the information after I get the information," Modil shook his head, "I know as much as possible in advance that I am going to This is a necessary professionalism for every adventurer."
"It's also... you are different from other adventurers," the black dragon girl smiled, followed by some curiosity on her face, "In that case, what do you think of the former Tarrond?"
"Me? I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so I can't imagine what that bizarre world really looks like," Modil shrugged, "but seeing that you would rather pay such a huge price in exchange for such a wasteland, I have to break free from that situation. I think it is definitely not as good as it seems on the surface."
The black dragon girl did not speak for a while, as if she was caught in some kind of memory. After a long time, her expression suddenly gradually stretched, and a faint smile emerged from her face: "In fact, if only from the individual's'survival' perspective, once It’s not an exaggeration for Talrond to be called the Paradise of Paradise, but when you have to live on a fixed trajectory for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, even your daily words and deeds must strictly follow a huge, complex and intangible As far as the framework is concerned, any paradise is nothing more than a long torture. You are right, it is not a beautiful place."
"I was suddenly a little curious," Modil stared into the girl's eyes curiously. "I heard that in the old Tarrond period, most dragons didn't need work, so what did you do every day? ?"
"Duel." The black dragon girl smiled faintly.
"Duel?!" Modilton was surprised when he looked up and down at the other's thin and thin body, "You? Do you fight against people every day?"
"That's actually a kind of...entertainment. We take our brain tissue from the original body, put it in a highly modified'sports body', and then drive the powerful competitive body in a Competing for'targets' and rankings in a very, very huge container, with reckless deathmatches and full applause-and I am a frequent visitor in the Argondore Extreme Arena, don’t look at me like this, then The opponent I dismantled at the time was not counted with two claws."
"This..." Modil tried to imagine what it would look like, "Then you are fighting for some very precious treasure on the field?"
"No, that is usually just an industrially manufactured mechanical ball, or a symbolic metal ring to represent the score."
"Then...the winner has a high bonus?"
“The prize money is indeed quite a lot, but most of the contestants don’t really care about it, and in most cases, the income from participating in the competition will be used to repair implants on the body or to perform central nerve repair surgery.
When talking about this, the black dragon girl always had a faint smile on her face, but Modil couldn't help but her eyes widened. It was a way of living that he couldn't understand, and the madness that filled him during the period made him stunned: "That... What do you picture?"
"In order to prove that I am alive, and to relieve the central system agitation syndrome caused by the overdose of the synergist," the black dragon girl said indifferently, "there are also some for pure death-the Omega system and the upper temple prohibit any form of self-execution. Therefore, various'extreme sports' based on combat competitions are the only way for the dragons to prove that they are alive and that they are eligible to die... But now all of this is over."
"...Well, I still can't understand," Modil was stunned for a long time, and finally he shook his head and muttered, "Fortunately, I don't have to understand this crazy life."
The black dragon girl just smiled, and then slightly bent over: "Well, I have already delayed you a lot of'sunbathing' time, so I won't continue to delay it."
Modil immediately waved his hand, deliberately showing impatience, while the black dragon girl just smiled disapprovingly, turned and walked to the other side of the street.
"Tsk...I know what the plan is for these dragons to fight for such a big price and to'smash everything'," Modil couldn't help muttering softly, looking at the back of the other party leaving. "That's really from the top. I'm going crazy..."
After speaking, he moved back and forth on the rocking chair to change himself into a more comfortable position, and then slightly squinted his eyes as if he was really bathing in the sun. The chair was gently shaking, and the sound came from the street. Wandering away in his ears...
The great adventurer suddenly opened his eyes and saw the empty street stretched out in front of him. The adventurers and the humanoid dragons who had been coming and going on the street were gone, and everything in sight faded away. In addition to the colors, only monotonous black and white remains, and a quiet environment.
And at the end of the street, the buildings that originally stood there and the straight extending road come to an abrupt end, as if this area was cut off by some invisible force. Outside the clear boundary line, Familiar gray and white deserts, tall thrones and altars, and city ruins in black silhouettes in the distance.
Modil's heart suddenly tightened, but this time he was much calmer than before-this was the third time he entered this weird place, although he still didn't know what was behind all this, but at least the first two times The experience of returning safely made him calm a lot during this third time.
After confirming that his state was not abnormal, he quickly applied a full set of protective spells to himself, and then hid in the shadow of the nearby building with a thief-like agility to prevent the huge "lady" sitting on the throne from discovering himself , And almost at the same time when he finished all of this, that lazy but majestic female voice rang from heaven and earth:
"Nice story, Mr. Adventurer, and this time your story seems to have a lot of new elements? The powerful races that have been locked in the ancient kingdom are gradually degenerating due to long-term isolation, and are addicted to potions with hallucinations. And crazy entertainment... And subconsciously chasing self-destruction, Mr. Adventurer, I like the new story this time..."
was stunned while hiding in Modilton behind a nearby building.
What the lazy and majestic voice described...isn’t it the information he just heard from the black dragon girl about the old Talrond? !
The old mage felt that his heartbeat suddenly became faster. At this moment, he even thought that he had been discovered by the lady, and the latter was using this way to tease him, an insincere "intruder". However, in the next second, The expected coercion did not fall on him, he only heard the same voice as him sounding somewhere near the throne:
"I also think the story this time is okay—you should have guessed it. I made up this story, and it just popped out of my head just now... I don’t even know how I conceived this. A set of'background settings' come, but depending on your reaction... my ability to make stories is indeed getting better and better."
"Oh, my Mr. Adventurer, I don’t want to praise you--though your new story is really good," the lazy and majestic voice seemed to say helplessly, "I miss you a little bit. At that time, you still firmly uphold the "dignity and professional ethics of adventurers", even if the old story is repeated many times, you never need to make up things to fool me, but now you regard your own fooling ability as something to be proud of. ."
"Because now I figured it out, all you want is stories, you don't care if those are true or not, and I'm not compiling my own adventure notes, so why bother to ‘true records’?"
The conversation around the throne kept coming, and Modil, who was hiding in the shadow of the building, gradually calmed down, but he still had a huge consternation and uncontrollable guesses in his heart-now he is completely certain, that What a "lady" just mentioned is the information he heard from the black dragon girl, but here, those information seems to have become a story just made up by the "story-telling adventurer"...that "story-telling adventure" "Home" also said that the story suddenly popped out of his head! !
Is the information I heard in the real world mapped to this world? Or that the sound exactly like yourself is actually a projection of yourself in this world? Is that the self in the subconscious? Or is it some kind of split on the soul level?
There are too many possible speculations behind this. Even the knowledgeable great magician dare not speculate without authorization. Modil even had an impulse to run out of the "safe area" he was in. Go under the throne and check it up close, confirm the true face of the "lady", and confirm where the "own voice" comes from, and confirm who the person is speaking, even if it is really "another Modi." Er"...
However, the reason in his heart suppressed these dangerous impulses, and Modil followed his inner guidance to hide himself better in the shadow of the building.
At this moment, the voice of "another Modil" came from the direction of the throne again: "Okay, my story is over, madam, it's up to you to tell-continue to talk about your dreams. can."
"My dream... well, there's nothing else to talk about anyway," the lazy and majestic female voice seemed to smile, and then said casually, "still in the giant city that crawls on the ground... …I dreamt that I have been wandering in that giant city, where there seems to be my mission and the work I must complete.
"There are many figures who work for me, or follow me. I keep hearing their voices. From the voices, I can understand the changes in almost the entire world. All the secrets and knowledge, conspiracies and tricks are like sunshine. The sand underneath appeared in front of me, I gathered those “sand” together, and restored the appearance of the world like a puzzle...
"There is another figure. He is in the center of the giant city. It seems to be the ruler of the city. I must continue to give him the puzzle pieces, and he will transform the puzzle pieces into his own power to maintain an invisible The life of the giant beast... By his side, in the giant city, there are some individuals similar to me. We all have to hand over the'things' gathered by our followers to his hands to maintain the giant The survival of the beast...
"It's a bit weird, but to be honest, I find it interesting."
The lady unhurriedly described everything she saw in her dream, and after she finished speaking, there was silence near the throne for a few seconds before the voice of "another Modil" broke the silence: "Ah, To be honest, Madam, the dream you describe sounds more and more weird to me... Not only is it weird, I even find it a little scary."
"Great adventurer, you shouldn't be so courageous. Didn't you say? You dare to dig some graves full of weird and terrifying atmosphere, and what I'm talking about is just a dream-I thought These two things are equally interesting in front of you."
"That's different, ma'am," the adventurer's voice immediately retorted, "I dig the grave to find the truth in the buried history. This is a serious and awe-inspiring thing, not for fun. ..."
"Is that so? Okay, maybe I really don't understand it," the lady said with a smile in her lazy voice, "seeking the truth from the buried history...I don't quite understand the short history. What truth is worth digging, but if there is a chance, I would be very interested in partnering with you and try the things you have told..."