Sword of Daybreaker

The incubation room was silent, Enya's eggshells floated with a gentle and warm luster as always, but Gawain just stared at the golden dome quietly. It was not until half a minute later that he broke the silence: "Really , It’s too late for us to call Merita and Noretta back now..."

"No, I can handle everything," Enya's voice sounded immediately, with an unwavering tone, "Incubating dragon eggs is not a complicated thing, especially since there is an automatic system in this room, and I don’t need to go. What to do, and caring for young dragons is actually very simple, they are far easier to survive and grow than human babies..."

"But you just said that you have no practical experience," Gawain looked at this "goddess" with a strange expression, and had the illusion of knowing each other on the first day. "Your little theoretical knowledge is really good enough. ?"

"Believe me, the situation of Melita and Noreta will only be worse than me-they are not even reliable in theoretical knowledge," Enya's voice finally gained more confidence, and the reasons given were more reliable. "As a young generation of dragons, they have no experience and knowledge of ancient dragons. All knowledge about caring for young dragons should have been taught by Andal or Herragor, and I have witnessed dragons for more than one million years. History...Although I have only devoted very little energy to'caring for the young dragons', the accumulation of class is definitely far more than the two little girls."

"Well, since you are so confident," Gawain's mouth trembles, realizing that this "goddess" is actually pretty good-faced, "Then this is up to you-if you need help, just Despite the mention, I will try my best to help if I can."

The radiance flowing on Enya's eggshell gradually calmed down, and she said softly with a smile, "Thank you very much."

Gao Wen gave a hmm, did not say anything, just cast his eyes on the ordinary dragon egg that is not far away, which is a circle smaller than Enya. This little miracle of life is standing quietly, bathing in In the artificial light...As a hope, a healthy individual in the future, he is still unaware of the future he is about to face.

Is the baby dragon hatched and taken care of by the old dragon god... Destiny is really a strange thing. In any case, the start of this little guy has been called ‘extraordinary’.

...

In the depths of the rebellious fortress, in the courtyard of the shadow world, the round metal ball finally completed the debugging of the last set of parts. He floated up and circled the large nerve connector for two weeks before turning not far away. Looking straight at the two huge figures here-they are the white giant deer shrouded in holy brilliance, and the mysterious lady shrouded in magical clouds and whose figure resembles a tower.

In terms of size, Nicholas Egg always looks as small as a pebble in front of these two figures, but at this moment these two huge and extremely powerful figures almost stare at the small iron ball in front of them with some respect. Its dazzling operations, even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, until the nerve connector next to it suddenly buzzed and activated, the tower-like lady finally exhaled her breath - her breath rolled up in nothingness There was a small magical whirlpool, and a slightly hoarse magnetic voice came from the whirlpool: "Great craftsman, has it been repaired?"

"It's fixed--it really took a lot more work than I thought," Nicholas Dan said, and sighed very humanely. "You guys are a little friendly to these machines. Machines also have a soul. 'Yes. These poor parts... Ms. Enya's nerve connector is much better than their situation."

"Don't worry, we will pay attention, we will pay attention," Julu Amone's voice immediately sounded, low and sweet and with a very sincere feeling, "Mainly it is Milmina. She is too addicted to collecting all the mess on the Internet. The entertainment is broken, like I still pay attention to some, at least..."

"Your burn is the worst, the nerve cords are all burned," Nicholas Egg shook his body before the other party finished speaking. "The landing record left in the device will not lie."

Amone quieted down in an instant, while Milmina turned her head slightly and took a deep look at the **** of nature with her eyes hidden behind the gauze mist.

"The rest is your business, I have to float first," Nicholas didn't seem to feel the momentary subtle atmosphere between the two gods of the past. After finishing the work, he left, "If you encounter the situation, contact Na directly. Rittier will do. If the network is completely interrupted, don’t worry, the technical staff will find out immediately and send someone to it-of course, I hope it won’t happen again..."

The master craftsman left, and the courtyard shrouded in chaos and darkness fell silent for a short time. After a few seconds of awkward confrontation, Milmina finally said, "What do you want to say now?"

Amone instantly activated his own set of nerve connection devices, and the light flowing from his body was connected to the rune ring around the device base within a second: "I will go to the network to check the situation and confirm whether the device is genuine. Repaired..."

In the next second, the consciousness of the former **** of nature sank into the depths of the Internet. Milmina looked at all of this in a little astonishment, before she could not help but let out a chuckle: "You are quite skilled now. Up."

There is a WeChat public account [Kanwen Base], you can receive red envelopes and coins, first come first served!

...

Light and shadow replacement, consciousness reorganization, after the familiar and long-lost (twenty-four-hour) "connection" process, Amone is no longer the dark and gloomy courtyard of disobedience, but a sunny and vibrant one. Neural network world. As an elderly elf druid, he couldn't help closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, enjoying a moment of relaxation in this illusory realm.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes with a smile from his heart on his face, and then he looked left and right again-this was just a habitual movement, of course he would not see Milmina's figure Although the two of them are very close in the real world, the distance between them may have spanned the entire city in this illusory space.

Smiling and shook his head, Amone's mood became more relaxed, and then he skillfully activated a translucent floating window in the air. After a simple mental operation, his figure had left the street and arrived in an instant There is a square surrounded by stone pillars, surrounded by golden oak trees, and the ground is covered with golden leaves.

This is a function that can be teleported freely within the range allowed by the city of dreams. He is now able to master it proficiently, but it is not the Mirmina who is secretly hidden by the master **** who teaches this skill, but the guide Miss Patty-the little mortal girl named Patty is much more friendly than the "magic goddess" who has a weird temper.

Some irrelevant thoughts turned in Ammon's mind. At the same time, he had found his goal based on the guidance function provided by the "Contact Person Guide". He walked towards a bench on the edge of the square and was on that bench. , A figure with blond hair was sitting there quietly-she has an extremely beautiful appearance and a unique and elegant temperament, wearing a dress that no one has seen in the human world, and the waterfall-like blond hair hanging down to the ground, Flowing with the same golden fallen leaves, in the breeze surrounding the golden oak trees, this figure seemed to be isolated from the world, quietly enjoying the peace and harmony at this moment.

Amone walked quickly towards the figure, with a happy smile on his face: "Ms. Enya, playing cards and playing cards..."

The blond figure is exactly the image of the dragon **** Enya in the neural network-after so long, Amone has learned that the true identity of the "tea egg" lady who replied to her message turned out to be Tarrond's. "The gods" are the world’s oldest civilized patrons. After the initial consternation, doubt and caution, three retired gods, including Mirmina, are in this spiritual world built by mortals. Established communication, and gradually became familiar with each other.

Knowing the true identity of the other party, of course Amone would not choose to use the weird name "tea egg" to call the ancient patron who made the gods feel awe-inspiring. This is because Respect, on the other hand... because in this way, the other party will not continue to call themselves by the name "High Speed ​​Buck".

"Amoen," Enya, who seemed to be thinking, woke up, she raised her head to see the person who came, nodded slightly, and shook her head immediately, "Sorry, I won't play cards today."

"Don't play cards anymore? Because Milmina didn't come?" Amone was taken aback, and immediately reacted, "That's okay, I called Duvalt over, anyway, he is idle most of the time..."

"No, today's'God Card Game' will be suspended for one day, I'm busy with some things," Enya interrupted Amone, and said with a serious expression, "Very important thing."

Amorn then noticed that subtle and vague translucent sparks were jumping in the air in front of the former dragon god. This is a sign that a certain query window is being opened-due to the limitation of the privacy system, under unauthorized circumstances It’s impossible for people on the Internet to directly observe the windows opened by other users, and this further made Amone curious: "Are you looking for something?"

"Check some information," Enya nodded, and immediately opened the authorization of the query interface, so the semi-transparent fuzzy sparks immediately became clear in front of Amorn, "but I found that the information here is not complete-neural network The database in China is obviously still a long way from being perfect."

Amone didn’t care what the other party said in the last sentence. His attention was already attracted by the key words that popped up on the interface. The first thing that came to his eyes was the huge line of letters: what is necessary to take care of a child for the first time. The psychological preparation of the author-Pittman.

Ammon: "...?"

He was stunned for a long time before finally reacting: "Why are you looking at these? Do you need to take care of... the children?"

When he said the last few words, he almost bit his tongue, because this topic is too weird, and its development direction has exceeded the logical range shared by humans and gods. As long as a little imagination, there is a feeling that the three views are not guaranteed.

Enya was quite calm. She shook her head, her expression unchanged and said: "It was... a friend entrusted to take care of it. Gao Wen's entrusted."

She finally added Gawain's name.

The corners of Amone's eyes trembled, and he felt that the level of weirdness of this incident did not decrease at all...

Enya glanced at Amone, silently closed the authorization sharing of the query window, and asked casually: "I remember you once held the authority of life. This is somewhat related to the matter I am querying-in terms of caring for the cubs. , Do you have any suggestions?"

"This...I'm afraid I can't give you advice," Amone's expression suddenly became weird, "Fortunately, the species on the Loren continent, the young dragon... I haven't taken care of it..."

"Then you can't help me," Enya shook her head, "I'll do my best."

Ammon: "..."

After being unceremoniously issued the eviction order, Amone could only shake his head and leave the square sheltered by golden oak trees. For a while, he had nothing to do, and he did not contact Mill who should have been on the Internet. Mina, instead, walked slowly along a straight wide road leading to the central area outside the square.

Even if there is nothing to do, as long as you can walk here, look at other minds who are also strolling on the street, and feel this world supported by countless mortal hearts "breathing" around you. God will relax and feel a heartfelt joy.

After walking like this, I don’t know how long, Amone suddenly stopped. In his sight, a girl in a white dress with a happy smile on her face was sitting on a bench not far away. Go up, beckoning far away to himself.

That was one of the guides in the psychic network and the first individual he knew in this world—a girl named Patty.

Amone walked towards the figure sitting on the bench, with a kind smile on his face: "Patti."

"Mr. High Speed ​​Buck!" Patty leaped off the bench lightly, and stood in front of Ammon with a grin, greeted happily, "Are you taking a walk? I rarely see you so leisurely these days. Walking down the road--every time I saw you a few days ago, you were playing cards with people, or you were arguing with people about current affairs or religious matters."

"No one played cards with me today," Amone spread his hand helplessly, "I didn't find a topic to argue with for a while."

He didn't refute the other party's "high-speed male deer" call, but accepted it naturally, as if he was used to it.

"Don't play cards? That's good too," Patty laughed more happily. "You should explore and explore more in the city, get to know more people, and go to more places-this is an incredible world, interesting There are so many meaningful things. Just playing cards with friends every day is too wasteful."

While talking, the lively girl stretched out her hand to Amorn: "I will take you to the newly formed'Imprint Hall'. It is the newly opened Virtual Museum in the city. Grandpa Norris and several immortals The lecturers are all working there, and they will pass on their knowledge to anyone who visits the hall-very interesting."

Amone didn't know the names mentioned by Patty, but he was still infected by the other party's enthusiasm. He smiled and stretched out his hand, allowing the girl to grab his generous palm, soft and slightly cold touch. It came, and the next second, he was stunned.

"Mr. High Speed ​​Buck?" Patty noticed this change, and immediately cast a curious look, "What happened?"

"Patti," Amone looked at the young girl in front of him, his gaze fell on the opponent's grasping hand, "What's the matter with your body?"