Sword of Daybreaker

In the two days after arriving in Tarrond, Kassandra learned as much as possible about this mysterious country that had just experienced a devastating war-this ancient kingdom was closed for millions of years Along its door, surrounded by endless ice oceans and covered by a continental shield, Talrond is veiled like a mysterious other world. Even the same ancient sea monsters have never been able to see The true face of this land, and as a deep sea witch in charge of knowledge, Kassandra is of course curious about everything on this continent.

Unfortunately, the glorious scene of this land has disappeared in history. The miracle built over millions of years was destroyed in a few days. Today, only the devastated land and the ruins of cities all over the continent are left. Kassandra only From the mouths of survivors, from the collapsed wreckage of huge facilities, and from the rare and vague image data that was saved by chance, it can be restored and guessed little by little.

On the other hand, Melita also kept inquiring about the recent changes in the human world from the sea monster and the naga during this period of time. After losing the Omega system, Tarrond once cited Proud's advanced communication system has been shut down across the board, and Melita has not heard from the mainland of Loren for a long time.

At the same time, the news that "an exploratory team from the human Cecil Empire came to Tarrond by accident" was also quickly sent from the coastal camp to the Agundor camp, which is currently the temporary "capital" of the dragon clan, until At this time, the dragons knew the situation of the human world for the first time, and knew about the "international conference" to be held on the northeast border of the Gondor Wasteland.

——Duke of Dragon Blood, Balroger, has just returned to the Principality of the Holy Dragon at this moment, and has not had time to send the news from the mainland of Loren back to Tarrond.

On the third day when Kassandra set foot on the land of Tarrond, a small special team came to the camp on the Broken Shore, this team was personally led by Herragor.

In the Broken Coast Camp, in the house where Melita and Noreta lived, the magic spar lamp radiated a constant light, illuminating this temporary residence made of recycled materials and boulders, and the sea breeze outside the house was whizzing and rolling The gravel and gravel slapped against the wall made of alloy plates, but the cold wind was eventually blocked out of this small shelter-the room was kept warm, so that Cassandra did not have to worry about her tail in the wind Freeze.

She looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of her with some curiosity-it is said that this is the supreme ruler of the dragon race today. He still has a pair of golden vertical pupils in human form, which shows obvious dragon characteristics, and his face is somewhat Serious, with deep sunken eye sockets and high nose. Judging from the aesthetic standards of human form, he can be called extraordinary. However, the deep sea witch who has lived for millions of years sees a trace of exhaustion from trying to hide from the depths of those eyes. It is obvious that this leader is suffering from a huge pressure.

But there is an endless fighting spirit emanating from the dragon leader, this fighting spirit completely overwhelms the fatigue caused by that pressure-this fighting spirit is reflected on the outside, it is Herragor's gaze, and A calm and powerful voice: "Dear lady, I'm sorry to keep you waiting here for three days-I should have been here the first time, but our base camp is too busy for me to get out of it."

"I can understand that the people's survival is the priority in this case." Cassandra's attitude is also serious. Although the sea monster is lively by nature, as a deep sea witch who has lived for a long time, she still knows it well. On what occasions should I be serious, "My subordinates and I have been well taken care of by the two ladies, Melita and Noreta, and the waiting days are still very fulfilling."

"That's good," Herragor nodded and looked into Kassandra's eyes at the same time, "Then I'll be straight to the point-I heard the news from you, it is said that... The mortal races are trying to forge a huge alliance across races and nations?"

"Yes, it was first proposed by Emperor Gawain Cecil. The Typhon Empire and the Cecil Empire are the main initiators of this alliance," Cassandra nodded, "but the information I provided only For reference-I am only leading an exploratory team. I can represent Beigang at best. I can't act as an ambassador, nor can I represent Cecil's official voice."

"I understand," Herragor said immediately, and then he thought for a while, "Then... Does this alliance restrict participants must be forces from the Loren continent?"

"This... as far as I know, there seems to be no such restriction. It's better to say that Emperor Gawain probably never thought that there would be outside of the Loren continent..." Cassandra subconsciously said, just halfway through. Suddenly reacted, "Wait, you mean, the dragons of Tarrond also have the will..."

"I still need to learn more about this alliance," Herragor nodded, "but before that, I personally really have an interest in this alliance."

Cassandra's eyes widened, and at this moment, she realized that her unexpected trek might have an even more unexpected gain.

...

In a clearing in the camp, Melita Penia saw the red dragon Karador who came here with the leader.

Behind Calador, several powerful high-ranking dragons are guarding something in the center of the clearing vigilantly. It is a thing wrapped in layers of heavy fabric and strong boxes. There is no mark on the surface, and there is no sign inside. Can't feel any breath, obviously in addition to ordinary protection, this thing has also been protected by breath masking-this thing was placed abruptly on the open space, and it was so eye-catching that Melita subconsciously looked there. After a few glances, he turned his gaze back to Calador.

"I heard you are looking for me," she looked at the red dragon in front of her, with curiosity on her face, "what happened?"

"There is a task, the leader hopes to give it to you," Karador said with a serious face in human form. "This task may require you to leave Tarrond temporarily."

"Leaving Tarrond? At this time?" Melita was taken aback, "but I'm busy here..."

"I know the fishing grounds on the Broken Coast are very important, but what you want to do is more important than here," Calador shook his head before Merita was finished. "Don't worry, Noretta is capable of handling everything here. , And Argundor will also send some more dragons to maintain the operation of this camp. You don't have to worry about this."

Melita saw the other party's seriousness and nodded immediately: "Okay, I understand-what does the leader ask me to do?"

"You are the dragon who knows the human world best by Talrond, and the only dragon who has a personal relationship with the legendary pioneer of the Cecil Empire-we now need you to go to Cecil as the dragon ambassador. "Calador said solemnly, and then turned his side slightly, indicating the thing that was closely guarded by the dragons behind him, "In addition, your other task is to hand this thing to that person. Gawain Cecil's hands."

Melita listened in surprise. At this moment, she once again fell on the mysterious thing that was covered by heavy fabric and was obviously a big box. She couldn't help asking: "I just wanted to ask... What is it?"

At this moment, Calador felt a faint pain in his head-it is not easy to explain the ins and outs of the things in the box, not to say how complicated the truth is, but the fact that this fact is unthinkable to a certain extent. But he knew that he was going to explain, after all, Melita would know what she was sending sooner or later, and she also had enough authority to know what it was.

"...First of all, it was a dragon egg," Kalador said slowly, "then—you find something to stabilize it—this dragon egg is left by the gods."

"Hey I...Aha?!!!"

"Look, I told you to stabilize it?"

...

With the coming of the month of recovery, the first warm current melted the snow on the plain, and the prolonged light time also dispelled the long-standing fog. Aldernan, who had been in the thick fog for a whole winter, finally recovered. , And ushered in the long-lost first ray of sunshine in this warm spring.

On both sides of the ancient Empire Avenue, citizens who were still wearing winter clothes and who had just changed into spring clothes took to the streets. The huge sun hung high above the city, and the warm brilliance shone on the roof and the crystal glass of the shop windows beside them. People were in their homes. Talking in front of his house or by the shop window, talking about the winter that just passed, talking about the war that has ended, or talking about the upcoming meeting.

The black magic car hung with the emblem of the nobility crushed the wide and flat road of Empire Avenue and drove forward steadily. Duke Pei Dinan Wendell sat in the magic car, his eyes swept across the street with the car. .

The business representatives of the company riding two-wheeled bicycles appeared on the street again, the crisp bells rang all over the street, the wheels were spinning, and the hurried figures turned into the depths of the streets; the sad children were playing on the corner of the street, in their hands Waving old leaflets and colorful cloth strips that were picked up from nowhere. Words about churches and aristocratic councils were faintly visible on the leaflets. Men who went out to buy food walked by the roadside, wearing thick coats, and hurried in their feet. .

The magic car drove across a section of the road and entered the next intersection. The car whistle echoed on the street.

Doors and windows of a residential house by the road were closed tightly, and pale white chrysanthemums were hanging on both sides of the door, swaying slightly in the wind, and an old woman in black was sitting on the steps in front of her, Wearing a black blanket bearing the emblem of the Imperial Knights, he was holding a letter from an unknown source.

A knight officer wearing a military coat was pacing in the sun. When the magic car passed by, he raised his head and took a look. After recognizing the emblem on the car, he stopped and turned and stared silently. As the vehicle drove by, a hideous scar stretched from his forehead to the bottom of his neck. At the end of the scar was the collar with the medal.

As the car approached the Obsidian Palace, the radio in the city rang, and a few short noises were followed by brisk music—that was the melody after the musicians took court music as the prototype and specially adapted it for popularization.

Since a month ago, this melody has sounded every day. Under this melody, some people’s wounds are gradually healed, and some people’s fate is frozen in the dark. All the undercurrents and bright spears and arrows are happening. At the end of the journey, when the melody of the next day sounds, the sun will still rise and shine on the head of this dense fog city until the fog dissipates, and the surviving people continue to face this neither beautiful nor ugly world.

The arrow-tailed swallows nesting in the walls of the Obsidian Palace could not understand the joys and sorrows of the world. They were only startled by the sudden sound of the broadcast, and rushed into the sky in a series of flapping wings, chaotically moving from the magic car Flew over.

"Your Majesty," an attendant said after entering Rosetta Augustus's study, bowing and saluting, "Grand Duke Perdinand has entered the atrium."

"Let him come here directly." Rosetta nodded and said.

After the attendant retired, Matilda, who was sitting at the desk and helping with government affairs, looked at her father: "Do you need me to leave?"

"No need," Rosetta glanced at Matilda. "Just stay here."

Matilda nodded, and after a while, Grand Duke Perdinand Wendell, who was very old but still full of momentum, came to this study.

"Your Majesty, and your Royal Highness," the old Duke bowed his head in greeting, "Good day."

"Tell me about the situation in the city," Rosetta said casually. Compared with the curse-ridden time, his negative temperament has obviously dissipated a lot, although it is far from being a gentle one. People, but at this moment, the Typhon ruler apparently no longer has the depressing aura of gloomy bird, "What have you seen all the way?"

"Aldernan is slowly recovering-the empire is the same," Peri Dinan sat down across the desk, "the situation has stabilized, the voices that once questioned have disappeared, and the vacillating people are standing right now. In the position of, our forces used to maintain order have been weakened a lot, but those forces that disrupt order have weakened even more. It's just that... Parliament Street and several upper blocks are now much deserted."

"In time, there will be lively again," Rosetta said lightly, "We just need to continue to maintain stability, let production gradually resume, and let the supply of materials and prices in other regions further stabilize and pass this dangerous time. Everything will continue to improve."

Then he paused, then asked, "What is the situation with the God of War Church?"

"The church itself is better than expected-as the power of the **** of war fades, the remaining priests and papal knights have all lost their power. Even if some of them still maintain their original beliefs, they eventually obeyed the royal family. Arrangement. Now the Reform Committee has moved into the Great Sanctuary and began to count the assets and remaining personnel of the God of War Church. By the way, the numbers on those accounts are really... amazing.

"The more troublesome thing is the folks. After all, the belief in God of War has lasted for a long time in our country, and its influence has penetrated into all aspects of society. Although ordinary people do not have the extremely high piety and organizational ability like priests, But the large number of ordinary believers is still an unstable factor."

"That's why we need the reform committee to make this transition," Rosetta said. "The methods of the Cecilians are very useful. They know how to guide public opinion without intensifying the situation, so that society can undergo subtle changes. ——They turned the largest church of the Holy Light into an academic facility, and turned the doctrine of the Holy Light into a civilized convention. Although these experiences may not be used 100% in Typhon, at least this shows us the way ."

Pei Dinan lowered his head: "It's exactly what you said."

Then Rosetta pondered for a while, and said thoughtfully: "Since we talked about the Cecil...Pei Dinanqing, is their warship still operating near the east coast?"