Sword of Daybreaker

Master Modil is an incredible person, and he has become famous among the adventurers who are out of action recently-the deeds of directly blasting an element lord into scum with 17 horror spells are of course the main reason. , But there is another reason that made the old man famous, that is, Lola and his partners spared no effort in propaganda after returning to the camp.

  Of course, in the eyes of the young huntress, the main propaganda efforts come from her unreliable partners. Of course, she herself is honest, reliable, cautious, low-key and thoughtful.

In the propaganda of her unreliable partners, the old mage Modil’s deeds have been slowly upgraded from "seventeen magic shots to kill the element lord" to "a forbidden spell to smash the flame giant", and then slowly Upgrade to "Throwing a fireball and blasting the entire valley (including the flame giant by the way, the latest version is like this:

During the encounter, the old mage Modil let out a roar, and casually released a flash technique, then he smashed his staff and rushed up to smash the element lord, and then rushed into the elemental fissure, charging horizontally in the fire elemental world. Countless killings. After leveling the lava plain, he pressed the head of the Fire Prince into the magma river. After beating him violently, he calmly left, and sealed the elemental fissure by the way (bring the door when I left)...

Of course, no one dares to believe this latest version. It was born after a very serious alcohol abuse by a certain adventurer. It fully proved a wise saying among adventurers: The more you drink, the bigger the scene, the earlier you get drunk. The better the skill.

But no matter how weird these various versions of rumors are, the adventurers in the camp have at least one consensus: the old mage Modil is very strong, and he is a strong man who can make everyone in the camp awe. "Professional level to be determined" is still written on his identity card, but almost everyone firmly believes that this odd-tempered old man has reached a legend.

And as to why such a powerful legendary mage would willingly mingling among adventurers... The old mage’s own explanation was "for adventure," but basically no one in the camp believed it. About the secret behind this incident So far, there have been countless versions of speculation circulating in private, and every time an "inside person" gets drunk in a tavern, several new versions will appear.

  Does the powerful mage Modil know these rumors? I’m afraid I know that, although Lola hasn’t come into contact with a powerhouse of this level, she doesn’t think the mob in the camp thinks that “in private” chats can hide the perception of a legend. However, the old mage never What opinions he has expressed on this, he always ran around cheerfully, greeted everyone, registered like an ordinary adventurer, went to handover, exchanged supplies and made new partners, as if immersed in some kind of huge You can't extricate yourself from the fun, just like his present performance: with a face full of joy and curiosity, watch the wonderful landscape of the crystal rock hills with other adventurers.

After a short rest, several teams of adventurers were reassigned and began to perform guard missions in the open area around the crystal rock hills. The accompanying dragon warriors began to set up the commanding heights they brought from New Agundor. Various facilities and devices-Lola looked at the "hill", among the rugged crystalline rock pillars, she saw dazzling flames gushing up from time to time. It was the dragons who were welding strong alloys with their breath. They must first install several staggered protective walls at the new gathering point, and then install basic energy stations, shield generators, and high-power communication devices in the protective walls. This should not take long.

In fact, a temporary communication station was originally established on the crystal rock hill: before this safe passage was opened, an elite dragon advance team flew directly over the plain full of monsters and elemental rifts, and set up a small one on the top of the mountain. Communication towers and energy stations are difficult to maintain the communication between Agundor and the West Continent Security Post. However, the temporary communication station has limited power, difficult to supply, and may be cut off from the base camp by the wandering monsters at any time, so the new Argondo sent a follow-up team to open up this route and try to establish a real camp here.

  Modil walked with Laura, he looked up at the sky from time to time, his eyes swept across the muddy clouds. The extreme day of this land is coming to an end, and the night that will last for half a year will continue to envelop the entire Tarrond. The dim sky is reflected deep in the sunken eye sockets of the old mage. He suddenly sighed: "It's not easy... "

  Lola was a little startled by this endless sigh: "What did you say? Why is it not easy?"

"Can you see the huge chaotic energy fields covering the sky over this continent? Miss Laura, you are also extraordinary. If you concentrate, you should be able to see them too," the old mage said quietly, "These energy fields are The product left over from the war, I don’t know how long it will take for the dragons to completely neutralize and purify them, and before they are completely dissipated, it is not easy to maintain long-distance communication on this land... like Crystal Rock Hill. High-power communication stations are a very heavy burden for the dragons today, but they still persistently want to rebuild order in such a harsh environment, and they have never thought of abandoning this land..."

"...Perhaps the dragons, like humans, have nostalgia for their hometown," Laura thought for a while, shook his head gently, "I don't know much about dragons, but you, did you find what you were looking for? ?"

Hearing Laura’s question, Modil was silent for a while, and then smiled faintly: "How easy is it...I have been tossed by this illusory sense of guidance and confusion about my own memory for many years, I There have been countless times as if I saw the hope of understanding the beginning of the curtain, but in the end it was just a waste of time, so even when I came to this land, I did not expect to find any answers in a short period of time-even possible, the so-called The answer simply does not exist.

"Miss Laura, I haven't found it yet. I don't know what the thing I lost is, and I don't know how this land is related to me. Let's take a step... Actually, even if I didn't find anything in the end. It’s okay, I don’t feel regretful, this is an extraordinary adventure after all, at least I have gained a lot of insights that I have never had before.”

The old mage looked quite optimistic. His free and easy attitude made Laura, who was willing to speak comfortably, feel that she did not know how to speak. In the end, she had to smile back and gently nod her head: "I have been in Tarrond for so many days. I have also gradually begun to understand what you once said to me-every adventure has its own value, and the process of exploring in the unknown is the ultimate reward."

  As soon as her voice fell, a flutter of wings suddenly came from high above, interrupting the conversation between the two. Laura followed the prestige, only to see a huge black figure slowly descending from the sky, a black dragon with huge pressure descended from the sky, and was shrouded by a brilliance in the process of landing. When the brilliance dissipated, the dragon was already Transformed into a black dress girl with a calm and introverted temperament and short hair, and walked in the direction of Modil.

  Lola was a little nervous subconsciously-this certainly did not come from some kind of "hostility" or "guard". After spending so many days in Tarrond, she and other adventurers have already adapted to the existence of legendary creatures like giant dragons around them, and also adapted to the civilization and friendliness of the dragons. However, when they see such a big dragon When creatures fall from the sky, tension is still an unavoidable response.

  Although she felt worried for no reason, every time she saw the dragon landing, she always couldn't help but worry that these behemoths would fall off one by one, and then swept across the land...I don't know where this inexplicable association came from.

After thinking about it, the black dragon girl with short black hair and short ears had already stepped forward to Modil. She stooped slightly and greeted with a meticulous attitude: "Mr. Modil, sorry that something happened suddenly-- The commander of the camp wants to meet you, do you have time now?"

"Me? The commander wants to see me?" Modil pointed to himself with some surprise, as if he had never expected that such a legend mixed in adventurers should have attracted the attention of the dragon clan's upper class. "I know what is going on. Huh?"

"Sorry, I'm just responsible for spreading the message," the black dragon girl shook her head, "but you can rest assured that this will not be a bad thing-everyone knows your outstanding performance in the battle against the element lord, I think... the upper level should be Want to praise you?"

   "Ah, this is a good thing," Lola immediately laughed and nodded to the old mage beside him, "It looks like you have finally attracted the attention of the dragon managers, old gentleman."

"Is it a good thing?" Modil squeezed the beard on his chin, and seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly, "Well, as long as I am not going to take back my qualification certificate for adventure here, that stuff costs money. Do it-lead the way, girl, where is your commander now?"

  "He has come to the temporary camp on Crystal Rock Hill," the black dragon girl nodded, "Do you mind being taken by me? If you don't mind, I will take you there."

  ……

After a while, on the upper level of the crystal rock hill, on the temporary camp clearing, the huge black dragon was steadily landing on the landing field, and before the dragon landed, a figure caught under the dragon's claws was already agile. The ground jumped to the ground and quickly ran to the safety zone next to him.

Modil, who was caught all the way by the dragon claws, slapped the dust on his body, tidyed up the clothes and beard that had been disturbed by the wind, stared at the black dragon girl who was coming out of the brilliance, and waited until the other party approached. Can't help but speak: "I thought you said'Bring me here' to let me ride on your back-you didn't say that you wanted to grab it with your paw!"

A trace of apology appeared on the black dragon girl's face: "Sorry, I... Actually, I don't mind letting a friend of Tarrond like you sit on the back, but I suffered some injuries in the previous battle. I’m afraid it’s not suitable for you..."

"Ah, don't need to say, I know," Modil quickly interrupted the words behind the black dragon lady, his face looked a little embarrassed, and he scratched the back of his head and said, "I should be sorry. I just spoke a little bit over the brain-please forgive me, because of some reasons, my brain occasionally is not very normal..."

As he said, he frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something and muttered: "And then, I don’t know if it’s an illusion. I always feel that this kind of flying on the claws of a dragon... It happened."

The black dragon girl looked at the human mage who started talking to herself in confusion, and then she heard the other person ask herself: "Girl, do you know if there are any dragons in your dragon clan that are used to flying people with their claws? ?"

"Ah? With claws?" The black dragon girl was taken aback, and said with a bit of underground consciousness, "I have never heard of any ethnic group that has this habit... This should be regarded as a hobby of some individuals at best-if it is the old age. If it does, it may happen that the scales on your back have just been waxed and you are not willing to ride it."

   "Is that so?" Modil touched his head, and quickly put this trivial little detail aside, "Forget it, this matter is not important-take me to see your commander first."

   "Okay, Mr. Modil."

Led by the Black Dragon Maiden, Modil passed through the take-off and landing site of this temporary camp before long. After passing through several temporary barracks that were being welded and assembled, they came to a building made of steel and stone. In front of the large house built, the black dragon girl stopped in front of the house and lowered her head slightly: "I can only take you here-the leader wants to talk to you alone."

Modil was a little distracted. He didn't notice that the word "commander" had been quietly replaced by the word "leader" in Tarrond. He nodded subconsciously. She was very young, but in fact, Miss Black Dragon, who may have lived for forty thousand years, left the scene quietly. Only a metal-cast gate stood quietly in front of the old mage, and opened a gap by herself.

   Modil was taken aback, and reached out and pushed open the door.

  He came to an open room. The light in the room was bright. The light radiating from a few luminous orbs on the roof illuminates this place with simple furnishings and a clear structure. He saw a table and a few chairs in the center of the room, and the surrounding walls were simple and durable metal shelves and some magical devices in motion, and a tall figure wearing a pale gold robe with blond hair was Standing in front of the window not far away, when Modil cast his gaze over, the figure just turned his head.

  The leader of Tarrond, Herragor.

Modil was a little startled. After carefully looking at the dragon clan who couldn't see the age or the depth for a long time, he frowned and asked, "Who are you? You don't look like an ordinary camp. commander."

Herragor seemed to be brewing an opening remark, but at this moment Modil could not help but laughed: "I think every adventurer will have the most basic impression of me, especially someone like you. Mage-after all, I also showed up at the welcome ceremony at the adventurer camp."

  Modil blinked and shook his head a little apologetically: "I'm sorry, my memory... occasionally is not so reliable. So who are you?"

  "You can call me Herragor," the leader of Tarrond said gently, "I am the ruler of the land under your feet."