Sword of Daybreaker

In the next few minutes, there was only silence in the abandoned and collapsed hall. The three pairs of eyes fell on the metal plate with the wonderful material, until the text on the metal plate gradually disappeared, even the metal plate itself. Little by little it melted into the air-it turned into a little dust, and fell from Hragor's hand, leaving no trace of it.

Barroger finally couldn't help breaking the silence: "What does the third story mean?"

"...When Gawain Cecil visited Tarrond,'He' told him two stories, two stories about gods and mortals," Herragor rubbed his fingers, as if I can feel the real touch of the metal plate just now, "'He' said at the time that there was a third story, but that story hasn't happened yet..."

Balroger looked into Herragor's eyes: "So do you know what'him' means?"

"I don't understand," Herragor shook his head. "And I still don't understand... I have spent more than a million years trying to decipher every metaphor spoken by "He", but in the end I can only understand part of it. That's it, something... is destined to be beyond our comprehension."

"Then what are your thoughts on the first few items?" Balogre asked again, "These things...are they really left behind by ‘He’? Why did ‘He’ keep these things?"

Herragor didn’t answer, he just stayed silent, thinking for a long time in the silence, and finally said softly as if talking to himself: "Perhaps...this is only when the shackles are cut off,'He' can tell us The knowledge of listening."

"Obviously,'He' also wants to talk to the human named Gawain Cecil," Andal didn't break his silence until this time. The old dragon race looked back at the dragon in the middle of the hall with a hint of gold. Egg, said in a somewhat complicated tone, "Hragor, you decide what to do."

"... Do it," Herragor said after a full ten seconds of silence. "In the final analysis, the fate of Tarrond has been inextricably linked to the trajectory of that mankind, the turning point of history and His actions are closely related, and perhaps for a long time to come, this connection will continue.'He' probably foresaw all this, so he arranged these things in advance."

"Well, since this is your judgment," Balroger opened his hand, "Anyway, we have also decided to return to the world. It is also a good way to establish contact with one of the most powerful nations in the human world. beginning."

Andal's gaze was always on the dragon egg, and then he couldn't help but said: "Hragor, do you think this dragon egg is safe? Will it... be a dangerous sign of return? ?"

"Remember the'first' and'second' we saw just now?" Herragor did not answer directly, but instead asked Andal. The latter nodded after a little thought: "Of course I remember— —The first, as a natural phenomenon, the “god” will never die in essence. The second, the “god” in the eyes of mortals is merely the interaction between the above-mentioned natural phenomenon and the “observer group” of mortals. The ripples produced."

"I believe in these two points, so we don't have to worry about this dragon egg," Herragor said slowly, "For the dragon race, the gods we know have already left."

"Then how do we deal with it? By the way...Do you think this egg can hatch?" Balroger looked at the dragon egg with a weird expression. As a scholar, he didn't know which theory to use to face it. The weird situation in front of me, "Ah, I think of another question-the message just now said,'Give this all to Gawain Cecil', does this'everything' include this egg?"

For a while in the huge abandoned hall, it was quiet, and it took a long time for Herragor's voice to sound a little dull: "...you asked me."

...

The wind from the plains blows across the vast land. Although the breath of winter has not been completely far from the north, there is already a trace of warmth in the wind. From Saint-Sunil to outside Pompeii, from the Gorgon River to the Solin region, the fertile land is gradually showing a little green as the weather warms, and the blooming of light-colored windward orchids is bringing people on this land Got a good new:

This long and cold winter has finally passed, and the pace of the Moon of Recovery is approaching the northern land.

In the Sorin area, the Yongchun green land covered by giant trees is luxuriant as ever.

The "miracle" power from the giant tree enlightens the entire area. In fact, within the coverage of the giant tree of Thorin, you will not feel very obvious changes in spring and winter, even if the wind in the direction of the plain blows into Solinburg, the breath of the wind Will also be purified and infiltrated by giant trees, becoming consistent with the local environment. But even so, people living in the Sorin area can still feel the changes caused by the coming of the moon of recovery on the Plains of the Holy Spirit: in the edge of the canopy, the wind blows the light-colored windward orchids and leaves, which are like cotton wool. Grass seeds flew in the wind from the south and landed under the windowsill of the outpost outside Solinburg.

Standing in the garden of Solinburg, Andesa Wendell, with long gray hair, took a deep breath of fresh air. She heard the sound of wings flapping from the sky. A beautiful bird with only green feathers flew past the edge of the castle roof and flew towards the direction of the Holy Spirit Plain.

These beautiful birds are not the "local residents" of the giant Thorin tree, they are just sheltering here temporarily from the cold winter.

The adaptability of wild animals is always amazing. Nowadays, many animals in this area have adapted to the existence of the giant Thorin trees and regard this mild climate area as a holy place for wintering. In the snowy days of the Holy Spirit Plain, countless beasts and birds gathered in the canopy above Solinburg and the bushes at the foot of the castle, and when the plain became warmer, these little animals hurriedly left. This shelter, go back to their habitat on the plain.

Andersa’s gaze followed the few birds until they disappeared under the light blue sky at the edge of the canopy. Then she took a deep breath, moved her hands and feet, and picked up a branch from the ground as a Practicing swords, began to exercise like the past ten years-after a long recuperation, her movements were a bit rusty at first, but after ten minutes, her movements gradually became smoother.

Halfway through the practice, there was footsteps coming from nearby, and Andesa subconsciously stopped and looked at the corridor on the side of the courtyard-Bud Wendell, wearing a researcher uniform, was standing on the edge of the corridor with a slight smile. Looking here, he clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, very energetic."

"Father," Andesa dropped the branch in her hand, "good morning."

"It looks like you are recovering well," Bud Wendell walked over. "I thought you would have to lie down for at least a few more days to have this spirit."

"Actually, I did it a few days ago," Andesa smiled-now she can laugh naturally in front of her father, "I have recovered very quickly, and the air here seems to be soaked with life. breath."

"You can remove the'as if', every inch of the air here is indeed infiltrated with the life force," Bud also laughed, "Solinburg is the most suitable place for convalescence in Cecil, here you only need Lying in bed is equivalent to receiving uninterrupted rejuvenation blessings, and compared with conventional healing spells and medicines, this slow but comprehensive healing can truly leave no hidden dangers."

"Yes, thanks for the breath of life here, I feel that I have fully recovered," Andesa said, glanced down at the branch in her hand, and shook her head reluctantly. "But after all, the conditions are limited. Use branches for practice... I don’t think General Margarita will allow me to touch the sword here."

"Believe me, she doesn't let you touch the sword more for your health-a person who survived an aerial bombing, it's best not to be too confident about your body," Bud said as he said. Take a step back and pick up a branch from the ground. "If you feel that this kind of exercise is not effective enough, I can accompany you for a few minutes."

Andesa was taken aback, looked at the branch in the opponent's hand somewhat unexpectedly, and then spoke a moment later: "Father, you really want to..."

"Does this require such consideration?" Bud moved his wrists, adjusting to the center of gravity and length of the branches, "Do you think I don't know how to swing a sword anymore when you see me wearing a robe?"

"No, I didn't mean that." Andesa shook her head, and then her eyes soon became serious. She adjusted her position, stood up in the manner of confrontation, and nodded slightly, "Then, I am honored. ."

Bud stepped forward.

At this moment, there seemed to be a faded scene before his eyes-he saw the family manor in his memory, the courtyard full of pale yellow flowers, and he saw his young daughter awkwardly throwing at him Come here, at that time, she was also holding a branch in her hand.

That was the only time in Bud's memory that he accompanies his daughter to "practice the sword" as a father.

In the courtyard, the agitation of the air being cut and the rhythmic sound of footsteps on the ground sounded. This short contest lasted less than ten minutes. With a clear sound, the branches in Andesa's hands were finally Shot down to the ground-without using extraordinary powers and relying on pure sword skills to compete, she ultimately failed to defeat the previous generation of General Wolf.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have experienced this scene many years ago.

"You won," Andesa looked at the branches that fell on the ground for a moment, then sighed and shook her head. "It seems that during my recuperation, a lot of waste was lost..."

"Your performance is already very good," Bud shook his head, got away from the long memory, and threw away the branches in his hands. "My experience and skills are better than you, in fact, a few years ago, I even rely on Pure sword skills have been contested with His Majesty Gao Wen. I have persisted in front of a legendary powerhouse like him for a long time, and in the end I can retreat completely-so it is not a shame that you lose to your father. "

His tone was indifferent, but in the end he couldn't help being so proud. After all, although there were many unbearable details in the things back then, it was after all to be able to fight against a legendary hero like Gawain Cecil for a short time and retreat. An amazing feat. It is difficult for anyone in the world to do it again. Anyone with a normal sense of honor can blow it up for a lifetime.

But Bud is a reserved and well-educated person after all, so he decided to only play for half his life-this reflects the powerful self-control ability of the previous generation Wolf general.

After hearing her father's words, Andesa was obviously surprised, and even surprised to be a little skeptical: "Really? Did you... even fought against that trailblazer? And retreated all over?"

Bud reminisced briefly. The details in his mind about being beaten out of the wall, taking over the thunder in his face, and running wild with his broken arm quickly passed through his mind, and then coughed slightly: "Ah, really."

After all, the grenade was thrown by Byron later. When he was evacuated from the castle, his limbs were still intact. From a rigorous mathematical analysis, it was considered a retreat.

"Let’s not talk about it anymore," Bud shook his head, and at the same time, his eyes fell on Andesa’s face, the latter’s hair hanging down beside her cheek, and a grayish-white eye mask exposed under the broken hair on her forehead. Compared with the unfamiliarity in sword skills, it is this eye that really affects you...I have discussed a treatment plan with Ms. Bertila. With the new flesh regeneration technology, you may be able to heal your eyes."

Andesa subconsciously touched the eye that had been lost in the flames of war. There was no pain there, but when she flicked her fingers, she seemed to feel the illusory heat and tingling.

After a short silence, she laughed: "Ok, then I'm looking forward to it."

"I thought you would refuse, just like last time," Bud glanced at Andesa somewhat unexpectedly. "Do you mind the flesh regeneration technique and the entangled connection with Cecil as a result? "

"As you said, these are all minutiae," Andesa shook her head, "Times have changed, and many things have changed. Stubbornness is not an advantage. I should learn to adapt to some degree."

Bud stared into his daughter's eyes, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a heartfelt smile on his face: "This is a great growth."

"I've been an adult for a long time, father, but your tone of voice seems to be facing a child who has not yet passed the rite of passage," Andesa gave Bud a helpless look, and then she fell silent suddenly, as if thinking about it. What's the matter, it took two or three seconds before he whispered, "Peace talks will be held soon, right?"

Bud was a little surprised: "How did you know?"

"...Father, there are newspapers and Monet broadcasts everywhere," Andesa became even more helpless. "Where do you think I usually live? A cave isolated from the world?"

"Oh, that's right," Bud touched his nose awkwardly, and then cleared his throat. "Ahem, negotiations are indeed about to take place, but strictly speaking, it will be a re-delineation of order.' Meeting'. The armistice agreement and the initial peace talks were completed by the generals on the border as early as last month. What we are preparing now is the international meeting held at Elf Outpost 112."

"It's a limited difference for me," Andesa said. "Father, I can't stay here long, right?"