Sword of Daybreaker

Hearing Herragor's answer, Modil pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked in a low voice: "I was suddenly a little curious...A long, long time ago, in a period that I had forgotten, was I real? Have been to this place?"

  Hragor looked into Modil’s eyes, and nodded slightly before a long time: "Yes, you have visited Tarrond-although you did not directly set foot on this land."

   Modil opened his eyes slightly: "So is the curse I received left here?"

"I'm afraid not," Herragor shook his head slowly, "At least from the clues that have been available, until you left this land that year, your condition was still normal-and after that, it was normal. For a long time."

Modil fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking about. It took almost half a minute before he looked up again: "Is this part of the matter there is no way to tell me? For example, it involves Tarrond's secrets, or it points to some kind of' 'Things that can be threatened by cognition? If it is the latter, I can understand it. After all, I have traveled outside for so many years...I have always been exposed to some strange things."

"Yes," Herragor nodded. "Now we can't discuss this matter in detail-mainly because I am not sure about the risks behind it. But if there is some progress in our work, I will Contact you as soon as possible."

   "I believe this very much," Modil finally smiled again, then he breathed out softly and turned to look at the exit of the room, "That's it, I should go back to meet with my companions."

"Are you still going to return to the adventurer camp?" Herragor's face was a little surprised, "I mean... as a legendary mage, you don't actually need to perform those tasks in the adventurer camp. I can We will arrange accommodation for you in New Agonda. Although the conditions in Tarrond are difficult today, at least in the core areas, we can still provide more comfortable and thoughtful conditions."

Modil thought for a while and said with a smile: "Forget it-staying in a land full of unknowns and opportunities, but can't take risks and explore at will. No matter how comfortable and thoughtful living conditions are for an adventurer, It’s not a good thing. I prefer to stay with Lola and them at the adventurer’s camp. Even when I don’t go out, I can hear countless novel and interesting stories from the adventurers, which is more interesting to me."

"...I respect your choice," Herragor nodded slightly. "Then please do it yourself-but if you suddenly remember something or need any help, you can always go through any of the adventurers camp The Dragon Clan clerk contacted me-I have already greeted them."

  ……

After leaving the big house and returning to the distribution point of the temporary camp on Crystal Rock Hill, Modil first saw Lola dangling idly by the protective door and several familiar adventurers, the face of the old mage. There was a slight smile on his face, and he took a big step and walked towards that side, and Laura and the others quickly noticed Modil's approach and greeted them one after another.

   "Are you coming back from a patrol?" After getting closer, Modil glanced at Laura curiously, and asked casually.

   "We've all been back for a while," the young huntress said with a smile, "You really have been there for a long time-what did the camp commander talk to you?"

"Sure enough, has it been a long time..." Modil muttered to himself in a low voice thoughtfully, and then waved his hand indifferently, "Nothing to talk about, just to inquire about my origin. Let’s talk about the Fire Elemental Lord, nothing else."

"It's just these?" The two-handed swordsman in the team-the one who was pushed out by Modil with more than a hundred layers of shields-suddenly showed a clear look of disappointment, "I thought I could hear What'internal arrangement'..."

  The druid on the side patted his shoulder casually: "Hey, it doesn’t make much difference to hear what you can’t hear. Anyway, if you look back, you’ll have two more drinks and they will be arranged..."

The adventurers were just joking, and several teammates who were already familiar with each other started talking and laughing. However, the huntress Lola did not participate in it. She keenly noticed that the old mage's current situation seemed a bit wrong, and after a little hesitation Still couldn't help asking: "Mr. Modil, are you... okay? I don't think you look very good."

"Me? Face?" Modil stunned, subconsciously patted his cheek, "I'm okay...but maybe it's a little tired, hey, after all, it's an elderly person, and you can't be a young man. Than..."

The old man's voice fell, and the faces of the surrounding adventurers suddenly became more weird. The sturdy two-handed swordsman subconsciously looked at Modir's old and rickety body-in all fairness, based on the past few days. After understanding, the two-handed swordsman can't guarantee anything else. At least he can be sure that he can go back and lie on the bed for a week even if he fights the old man for three rounds, and if the two sides let go of their hands and feet, he has Confidently sprayed the old man's face with blood in one round... Does such a legendary Faye not consider the emotions of others when he laments his life?

Laura’s gaze always fell on Modi’s face. The latter seemed to have completely returned to normal now, but she firmly believed that she had not made a mistake just now—in just a short period of time, she clearly saw Modi. Er’s eyes were in a trance like out of focus, as if his soul had left, and the remaining body was completely instinctively driven to talk, which reminded her of a deserted place in her early years. The kind of undead encountered during the mission in the underground palace...Of course, the ugly and rotten walking dead looked completely different from the flesh and blood old mage in front of her. What she produced was a "feel", a feeling that only she could understand. .

  However, the old mage has completely recovered, and the weird feeling no longer exists. The young huntress blinked, no clues were found, and she could only deny her judgment.

  Probably just misread it.

  ……

Herragor watched Modil leave the room, sensing the other's breath gradually moving away, and then he waved his hand gently, and a series of slight clicking sounds came from the door not far away, which was locked on the door. After being completely closed, some dragon language runes that were originally hidden on the door, walls, roof and floor gradually emerged, shining mysteriously and changing brilliance under the light.

The dragon priest of the past carefully observed the state of each rune, and only then showed a slight relief. Then he came to a pale gold pillar-shaped device placed in the corner and activated the energy circulation in the device. There were a few creaking noises inside the newly repaired device, and the crystal film surface covered by the upper half of it finally condensed a clear image-Andal in the form of a dragon appeared on the screen, its huge The head was facing this side, and the dark red mechanical artificial eyes shimmered with dim light.

  Hragor frowned slightly: "Is there something wrong with your body?"

"Don't worry, I'm in good condition," Andal nodded lightly, "I just need to release the body and manually check the condition of these ancient implants. After all, although the old antiques I use on my body do not rely on Omi The Gamma system is running, but they have actually been running for too long. I don’t want these old things to be in this critical period."

  Then the old ancient black dragon shook his head and lowered his head to look at Herragor: "Don't talk about me here, what's the situation on your side? Have you been in contact with the Mage Modil?"

"I have been in contact, the situation is a bit complicated," Herragor nodded and said, "His memory and mental state are not quite right. In addition to not being able to remember his full name and origin, he also has some thoughts about his adventure career. With the disordered memory, it can be preliminarily ruled out that the memory was deleted at one time by someone-this should be a long-term, internally-caused chaotic state."

  Andal was silent for a moment, then whispered: "It sounds like...You haven't been able to confirm in person that he is Modil Wilde?"

"There is no way to confirm, he doesn't remember at all. Even if he took out part of Modil's travels, he has no impression," Herragor shook his head, but then the conversation changed. "But... I think he Exactly."

"... When suddenly I knew his name registered on the adventurer's directory, you and I were directly associated with Merita's report-although we suspected that this was just a duplicate name for the first time, the coincidence part is really There are too many, too many to ignore," Andal said in a low voice, "On the continent of Loren, the'Legend' is a sparse group. It has traversed the history of the last tens of thousands of years, and perhaps there has not been a second one in humans A legend named'Modil', and he is also an adventurer who visits Tarrond in search of some kind of'lost thing'..."

   "The only problem is that humans cannot live for six centuries-Modil Wilde should have died six hundred years ago."

"There is no way for humans to uncover the coffin seven hundred years after their death-but this kind of thing happened," Andal shook his head. "There are not so many'sure' things in this world, especially in When it comes to the extraordinary realm."

"I agree with you. This is also one of the reasons why I dare to judge Modil Wilde," Herragor said slowly, and then suddenly changed the conversation. "Speaking of which, I am in and During the contact with that'adventurer', I discovered something."

  Andal’s mechanical prosthetic eyes immediately shrank: "What did you find?"

"After reading part of the content of'Modier's Travels' and hearing the surname'Wild' from my mouth, he soon fell into a state of mental confusion. The whole process lasted less than a minute, and then he forgot He no longer remembers the content of the travel notes. His memory has gone back to before I took out the travel notes.” Hragor described in detail what had just happened, “At the same time, I observed his The stability of the soul dropped sharply. In order to prevent accidents, I did not try again."

   "...I fell into chaos after hearing the last name? And later lost my memory?" Andal's tone suddenly became serious, "It sounds...reminds me of undead."

"Yes, it is reminiscent of the undead, but it is not completely consistent-he at least knows that his name is Modil, and the undead is completely impossible to remember his name. In addition, once the soul bounces back, the consequence is not just confusion. It's as simple as temporary amnesia," Herragor nodded, "Modil is a living flesh and blood. I can be sure of this. He is alive, but in a living state... not quite right. I am more inclined. So his soul suffered a very serious trauma. This trauma failed to kill him, but it confined part of his "life essence" in a state of immortality-this is probably why he can wander in the world for six whole days. One of the reasons for a century."

  Listening to Herragor’s judgment, Andal fell into thinking for a short time, and broke his silence after a few minutes: "What about the detection of'pollution'? Is there any pollution factor detected?"

Herragor's gaze scanned the shining runes all over the room again, and shook his head after hesitating a little: "No pollution has been detected-whether it is other spiritual pollution originating from the gods or pointing to the'adverse tide' No specific pollution, there is no residual reaction. Modil is just a mortal living in a strange state."

"...But I'm still not at ease," Andal sighed softly. "He had entered the tower before, and this matter is related to our former god...Although from the clues back then, Modil Wilde was not contaminated by the upsurge when he left Tarrond, but you also know the peculiarities of that tower-even our former gods cannot interfere in that tower. Thing."

  The room fell silent for a while. After a while, Andal spoke again: "What's your decision?"

   "The tower has made me more and more disturbed recently," Herragor said in a deep voice, "and after the adventurer Modil appeared, this kind of anxiety is becoming more and more intense.

"I think we should contact Gawain Cecil, at least let the Cecil Empire know the existence of that adventurer-the descendants of the Wilde family over there may be able to verify the identity of their ancestors. At the same time, we also You can discuss with Gawain about the Tower of Upheaval and see what the human emperor who is also good at dealing with gods thinks. Finally..."

When Herragor said this, his expression was a little weird, and he looked rather hesitant, but Andal guessed what the former dragon priest was thinking. He raised his head slightly, and his eyes flashed dimly. Hong Guang: "You can also ask...'Ms. Enya's opinion on this matter."

  Hragor sighed slightly: "Although the current'Ms. Enya' is just a residual humanity aggregate, at least her memory inheritance is very complete, we should ask."

  ……

On the northern border of the Cecil Empire, the seaside city "Beigang" is welcoming the bright noon sun. The fine waves hit the anti-wave facilities on the periphery of the port. The majestic bow of the "Bitter Winter" is pointed to the sky high, this huge sea The fort steadily docked on the edge of a pier in the military zone. At the front end of its upper deck, Byron, dressed in a navy cloak, took a step forward, gazing at the familiar city and coast, with a smile on his face.

   "This is really a'far door'," he muttered, "I don't know if the girl at home misses me..."

A low roar from the sky interrupted his self-talk. Byron followed his reputation to the sky. In the bright brilliance of the huge sun, he saw the figure of the red dragon flying across the bottom of the cloud and in the city. Hovering in the sky, amidst the majestic roar of dragons, the red dragon in mechanical armor seemed to be greeting the Bitter Winter on the dock.

  Byron laughed and waved to the red dragon high in the sky in response.