Sword of Daybreaker

That lazy and majestic voice echoed between the heavens and the earth, and Modil, hiding in the shadows, could feel the unimaginable power of mortals and a certain...heavy breath that was revealed with a long time. But this The owner of the voice seemed to be a much more peaceful and friendly existence than Modil had imagined, at least...she was willing to talk about adventures with a person who was suspected of being "another Modil" as usual.

This kind of friendly performance also made Modil more courageous. He recalled what the dragon leader had said to him, and thought of the possible identity of the "lady"... The lost deity, a "right god", is he friendly? Perhaps she would not attack an intruder like herself who accidentally ran in, or she might have known her existence a long time ago. Is the voice talking to her really another herself? Or...this incident has something to do with my lost memory?

All kinds of thoughts are turning around in the head of the great adventurer. He has been keen to step into the unknown all his life, and now he has the largest "unknown" that he has never touched in his entire life. The itching feeling made him more and more restless. Finally, when the conversation next to the throne sounded again, he made up his mind and began to carefully move closer to the throne while taking advantage of the cover of the surrounding buildings.

He has not forgotten to impose layer after layer of protection and breath masking spells on himself, he has not forgotten to always hide in the shadows, avoid the prying eyes that may come from the sky, and he has not forgotten to condense his breath and make himself like dust on the roadside. Losing the "sense of existence", but at the same time he also knew that if the opposite was really a deity, all the protection he had done at the moment was actually just a joke.

"Mr. Adventurer, what are you thinking about now?" The majestic and lazy voice rang again, and then, next to the throne, "Another Modil" answered: "I'm thinking about what I have been with. How long have you been in this weird place together... My perception of the passage of time has greatly diminished, but I guess it must have been a long time, at least not as short as a year and a half..."

"Ah, it doesn’t make much sense to think about this. This is the deepest part of the deep realm. It is a folded dreamland, a kingdom of God that is misplaced with reality. In this place, the ripples from this world are already weak and almost impossible. You and I have any impact-the same goes for the passage of time. Relax your nerves, it's rare that the disgusting intruder is quieter now."

"Thank you for your reminder, but I am a mortal after all-I now even feel that my memories of my early adventures are beginning to blur," another Modil said helplessly, "On these'cheesy topics' , I can’t be as free and easy as a **** like you. But then again, how long have you been asleep here, do you know? Oh, I mean relative to the time scale of this world..."

"...Who knows? I am afraid that only the pioneers who have left this planet can study and understand such a profound problem," said the lazy and majestic voice with a faint smile, "no one can know in a dream How long have I slept—the same goes for God."

Between the shadows of the building, Modil's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and the voice from the throne echoes clearly in his ears, but compared to the conversation, the voice in his heart is really loud. :

"Crazy... I am mostly crazy... This is no ordinary danger. It is a **** who has survived from the ancient times to the present-Modil, he can kill you with just one look! No need, really It’s not necessary. The adventurous spirit is not blindly dying, to get in front of an ancient **** to inquire about things, is this tired of life... That voice is indeed very similar to me, but this is not a reason to spare my life, in those ancient weird In the ruins, do I see similar things rarely... Be cautious, and be more cautious, this really can't beat..."

The self-warnings and denials in his mind flooded like a tide, and in the end it even turned into an uncontrollable low-pitched murmur in his throat. However, Modil's footsteps did not stop at all. He finally noticed the abnormality, as he continued. Near the straight border cut out at the end of the street, this anomaly is becoming more and more obvious:

He is being attracted by a deadly force. That force comes from the voice that has never been seen next to the throne, which is almost the same as himself. He is unstoppably having an urge to go to where that voice is, just like being mad. Driven out of control believers are generally, chasing some dangerous fate.

He is aware of the danger and experience-although he no longer remembers when this experience was, experience told him that this kind of "impulse" that arises from his own heart but cannot control and interfere at all is absolutely weird and deadly. , It is usually the result of mental pollution, or the temptation of evil spirits! !

However, at this moment, the strong mental power that the legendary mage is proud of has completely defeated for the first time. He is sober-minded, but he is completely unable to control his faster and faster pace. In the end, he no longer even hides in the shadows. , But quickly rushed in the direction of the throne on the street.

In just a few moments, Modil rushed to the end of the street, and the boundary cut by an invisible blade lay before his eyes, while the desolate and faded desert beyond the boundary and the towering mountain-like throne in the distance were reflected. In his eyes, he seemed to have smelled the breath of "that place", and... he found that he had taken steps without hesitation, and was about to step towards...

A roar suddenly sounded in his mind. Modil only felt that the world was spinning. Just before he was about to fall into a dead end, he felt a powerful force coming from nowhere, forcibly pulling himself out of the deadly vortex. , And then he perceives the specific existence of this power, and perceives that someone has grabbed his arm and completely awakened himself from his deep sleep.

The old mage suddenly opened his eyes, and finally saw the familiar and colorful world, and felt the gentle shaking of his arm.

He raised his head in a bit of astonishment, and a touch of white came into view. A lady with long silver hair, wearing a white fleece skirt and snow fox shawl, with a cold and elegant look was standing beside him, with one hand on her. On his shoulders-he was sure he didn't know this lady, but the gaze the lady looked at was obviously not like a simple stranger passing by.

Who is this? When did such an extraordinary lady appear in the adventurer camp? She doesn't look like a vulgar adventurer.

Modil frowned. The opponent's eyes seemed to be filled with magical gleam, and the texture was like freezing ice crystals. He couldn't help but look at it more. For some reason, he always felt that these eyes gave him a little inexplicable. Familiarity and intimacy. At the same time, he also noticed that there were other figures beside this lady: the black dragon girl who was the messenger of Herragor, and a young woman with long black hair who he did not know. .

He seemed to understand instantly.

When she was under scrutiny, Victoria Wilde’s gaze also fell on the ordinary and old-looking old man in front of her. In fact, she had been standing here for a few minutes-the dragon named Coretta. When the girl brought her here, the old mage was immersed in her sleep, regardless of whether the other party was her ancestor or not, out of respect for her elders, she did not rashly interrupt her.

Until the breath of the old mage suddenly fluctuated violently, an obscure force seemed to be out of control in his body, and the nightmare seemed to be eroding his spiritual world, Victoria couldn't help but stepped forward and tried to wake up the old mage—— It’s just that because she didn’t know what was going on, what she did to "wake up" was just stepping forward and gently shaking the opponent’s arm, and at the same time trying to use magic to help the opponent calm the mental shock. What she didn’t expect was that simple. The method turned out to be surprisingly effective, and the old man woke up almost immediately, and all the abnormalities on his body were quickly healed.

"We meet again, Mr. Modil." Just as Modil and Victoria looked at each other and no one knew how to speak, the black dragon girl named Coretta finally took a step forward and broke this out loudly. Embarrassed, "I brought you a guest-although it was a little sudden, you should have guessed the identity of the guest."

"Wait... this is really..." Modil had already guessed the clue just now, but at this time the guess was confirmed. He still couldn't help but widen his eyes and swept his gaze from Victoria again several times, "This Really?"

"You are Mr. Modil, a great adventurer, and all the people who have traveled to the frontiers of the civilized world?" Victoria finally reacted. She stepped back slightly, seeming to try to adjust to some suitable expression. Came to face the old man in front of her, but this was not her area of ​​expertise. In the end, she still maintained a nearly stiff expression, as if to recite these blunt opening remarks-her expression still did not change much after speaking. However, Maggie, who was standing next to her, knew immediately that her friend had fallen into a huge embarrassment and annoyance, her eyes shaking like never before.

She screwed it up-the wise and elegant Northland Duchess screwed up things extremely rarely, screwed up the first meeting with her ancestors, and it was the first time she saw Victoria so at a loss in so many years.

Maggie can finally imagine how Hetty and Rebecca would react when they saw the uncovered coffin of Gawain Cecil in the family cemetery.

"Um... I don't know what the titles or honors that sound like erratic behind you mean, but I am indeed called Modil," the adventurer said a little embarrassed, a strong sense of unreality enveloped It even made him feel that the dangerous and strange dream he had just now extended to the real world, "What's your name?"

"...Victoria, you can call me Victoria, or you can call me Vicki directly, this is mine..." Victoria blurted out, but stopped in embarrassment halfway through, seeming to feel that she didn't. It should be so unfounded in front of the ancestors who met for the first time.

Modil obviously didn't think so much. He just followed the words in his mind and said, "Ah, Victoria is it, Ms. Victoria... Miss... Oh no, I don't seem to need to call you like that-then I I will call you Victoria directly. You should know the...intention of the Dragon Clan to arrange this meeting, so you are really my...descendant?"

The old mage’s thoughts seemed to have finally stabilized, and the look in Victoria's eyes became serious. The latter also took a deep breath almost at the same time-the duke forcibly calmed her mood, and then she raised her hand and waved. The effects of the layered "mechanical mind" and "cold thinking" were applied to him, and the mood that was accidentally shaken before instantly became as stable as thousands of miles of ice.

The corner of Modil's eyes suddenly jumped-although things are still full of unreality, this style of doing things that makes a dozen or so magical effects on himself looks a bit familiar...

"Mr. Modil," Victoria's thinking has completely calmed down, her eyes are like the ice in the mountains of the north, and her words are calm and organized. "Now there are many clues that we have this relationship, but Whether this blood connection exists, we need to prove-please forgive me for being rude, I need your blood."

While talking, she quickly sketched out a few light blue runes in mid-air, and at the same time took out a palm-sized mithril device from her portable body. The surface of the device was engraved with complex runes and grooves. , The moment it was taken out, the rune floating in mid-air flew to it instantly, and accurately filled in several missing key nodes on the surface of the device-the complex array on the Mithril device gradually brightened When he got up, Modil also instantly understood what this "Victoria" wanted to do.

"It's easy to say." The old mage nodded immediately, and took out the enchanting dagger for the body protection from his waist. The sharp blade pierced his finger, and a few drops of blood floated out of thin air, accurately falling on the Mithril device. In the groove on the surface, Victoria also condensed a sharp ice cone at the same time, the cone pierced the fingertips, and the blood beads also floated towards the brightening rune array.

The blood seeps into the grooves plated with magical materials, and the genetic factors carried in the cells are instantly deconstructed and reorganized, forming a stable information characteristic circuit in the magic field of precision tremors-this is from the Gondor era, a few of them An ancient technique that continues to be used today has played a role, and Victoria turned the Mithril device over, and on the other side of the mirror-smooth, several bright runes were shining.

At this moment, even more than a dozen layers of mechanical mind and cold thinking could barely control her emotional changes.

"Um... girl, do you see the conclusion?" Modil also looked a little nervous, although he himself didn't know what he was nervous about, he craned his neck and watched the change in Victoria's expression (that is, nothing Change), "You should be relieved, after all, this thing is quite sudden, I am not mentally prepared-if it really is not, it doesn't matter, it's not benevolence and righteousness to recognize my relatives..."

Victoria suddenly raised her head, and the seriousness of her expression made Modil swallow before he could finish speaking.

"Ancestor..." In the next second, under Modil's horrified gaze, the contemporary Northern Duchess bent down and said in an unprecedented solemn voice, "We finally found you."

"Finally? Found it?" Modil looked a little surprised, "Are you always looking for me?"

"Yes," Victoria slowly raised her head, and said softly with a rather complicated tone, "I really found it... many, many years."