Sword of Daybreaker

In front of the towering mountain of throne, the uninvited guest's figure disappeared in the dust of gray and white suddenly rolled up, and disappeared like a phantom. The black book lying quietly on the stone pillar seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, until the sound of the wind again At the beginning, Wilde's somewhat confused muttering to himself came from the book: "There seems to be someone here just now..."

As soon as his voice fell, a slightly lazy and majestic voice came from high above: "What did you say? Mr. Adventurer?"

Wilde heard the words and "looked" towards the throne in front of him. On the towering throne, Lady Ye wearing a long black dress like night was sitting lazily, the gray and white lines like cracks were quietly sitting there. Curled up in the corner of her skirt.

"Ah, Ms. Ye, are you back?" Wilde asked subconsciously, "Where did you go?"

"Me? I've been here all the time, just taking a nap," Ms. Ye said unhurriedly, "Adventurer, were you asleep just now? Why do I feel that you are a little weird?"

"I... Maybe it was a dream?" The voice in the **** book was obviously confused, "I don't know... I just saw a visitor who strayed into this place and talked to her. What, that seems to be a very interesting girl, but suddenly she disappeared, and I can't remember the specific conversation with her... I also saw the empty throne, you are missing, I thought you went to the border to deal with That guy."

"It seems that you are really sleeping, Mr. Adventurer," Ms. Ye said with a smile, "It's not that easy to see'guests' here. If the minds of intelligent creatures accidentally fall into this place," I will definitely find out the first time..."

Then the shadow master paused for a while, and then said with a hint of anticipation: "I remember this time it's your turn to tell a story...Can we continue the story from the last time? About that flowing under the magma The glacier, and the elves in the glacier..."

Wilde’s voice was a little helpless: "Madam, although you can like my story so much that makes me happy, can you appreciate the more reasonable and rigorous stories? The story of the magma glacier and the elves I think is outrageous. Now... if it really doesn't work, I will make a new one for you?"

Ms. Ye laughed. The laughter seemed to be able to dispel the eternal haze over the desert. She lowered her head, like a dark cloud covering the earth suddenly descending to the height of the huge, high and hazy shadow. There, Wilde saw a pair of amber eyes filled with a smile but with majesty looking down at him.

"Mr. Adventurer, I have read too many rigorous and reasonable stories. In this boring place, outrageousness is more interesting, isn't it?"

...

Amber Jiling woke up suddenly. She opened her eyes and realized that the hard touch under her body was not an illusion. She was lying face up on the floor of the room, but the familiar chair fell not far away. It seems to have fallen from the chair, and fell into a strange dream in the process of falling-that short moment is magnified in the dream into an adventure and a wonderful conversation that lasts for several hours, and then Touching the ground with her body awakened her from the dream.

"Is falling a shortcut to waking up from a dream..." Kohaku couldn't help but remember what she had heard in front of the throne, but she soon noticed the sunlight spilling into the room from the gap between the curtains-she still remembered clearly, When I first started to study those sand particles, it was a sunny afternoon outside, but at this moment...the light of the approaching dusk spilled into the room.

"It seems that the experience of those few hours is real, at least the flow of time is real..." Amber rubbed his forehead, trying to refresh his slightly chaotic mind as soon as possible. "This is being squeezed out from'over there.' Is it?"

She muttered, using the way of talking to herself to stimulate her mind to wake up quickly, but in the next second, she seemed to notice something strange, her eyes suddenly fell on her fingertips.

Some fine sand particles were scattered around the floor touched by her fingertips. Those sand particles were covered with a grayish-white color that did not belong to this world, and a smudge-like grayish-white texture diffused from the surrounding sand particles. , The original dark brown floor was also "dyed" with a large patch of off-white.

"...Ma Ye..." Amber's eyes widened in an instant, realizing that she might have played a big game this time, but while she was staring at the sand, an inexplicable sense of "connection" suddenly disappeared. The bottom of her heart made her feel that the sand scattered on the floor didn't seem to be a pile of dead objects, but...like an extension of part of her own power.

She stared at the sand closely, feeling the kind of "connection" faintly emerging from the bottom of her heart. This kind of connection was very subtle. Some of it was like her usual perception of the shadow world, but it was much more specific and clearer than that. , She even felt that she could control every grain of sand and dust, and even...

She snapped her fingers softly, and the sand on the floor disappeared like a dream in an instant, and the gray-white "smudged" on the floor also returned to its original shape little by little.

Kohaku opened her mouth and looked at her fingers again, as if she couldn't believe what happened just now, then she showed a thoughtful look, and after a long time of thinking and feeling, she stretched out her hand and rubbed it gently. Rubbing-a strand of gray-white quicksand emerges out of thin air like water, and with the rustling sound falling on the floor, the more the quicksand gathers, the gray-white "domain" quickly spreads to the entire room...

"Oh mom..." Amber Ji Ling suddenly reacted, hurriedly stopped calling to Sha, and then hurriedly "taken them back" again-luckily there was no accident, and the room gradually started after half a minute. Return to normal.

After everything recovered, Amber was still sitting on the floor in a daze. She stayed in this state and thought for a long time before she finally slapped her thigh: "Hey, I'm amazing!"

Immediately afterwards, she jumped up from the ground, and eagerly about to run out of the door: "Then this matter has to be shown off with the old zongzi..."

She rushed to the door, but at the moment she pushed the door, she stopped as if she remembered something. While trying to suppress the excitement, she muttered to herself: "No way, no way, I have to test again. , Let’s understand what the **** is this, and what’s more important is intelligence. It’s the book that claims to be Wilde..."

...

The cold wind blows the barren wasteland under the night curtain. Millions of years old, cold stars illuminate this land as old as the stars. Victoria stands on the high wall of New Agonda, and she looks inside the high wall. , Seeing row upon row of rough and magnificent houses, large and small lights illuminating this lonely city sheltering all living beings in the cold winter night, she looked outside the high wall, and saw the wilderness extending in the starry night, and the undulating land all over it. The scorch marks left over from the war, everything in the distance seems to have been swallowed by darkness and cold, only the huge destroyed factory or palace building silently tells the glorious scene of Tarrond's past.

The world outside the city walls looks bleak and hopeless, but Victoria, who has lived here for a few days, has learned that there is not really nothing in the dark and degraded ruins—some scattered and faint lights are shining in the depths of the darkness. Now, between the lights, you can occasionally see dragons flying across the starry night. In the places where the lights are shining, some of the old factories that are still working or are used to monitor the border of the safety zone are excavated by the dragons from the ruins. Even in those ruins underground, the dragons are doing their best to clean up the collapsed underground transportation network and storage facilities. Their work is non-stop.

This reminds Victoria of the ancient years recorded in the books, the pioneers of the Anzu Kingdom, the reclaiming and construction of the blue wisps on the edge of the wasteland, and the wasteland in the southern part of the Dark Mountains. And a series of plans to counterattack the wasteland that His Majesty conceived-in the near future, those plans will become actual actions.

At this moment, a gentle but smiling voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting the Duchess’ thoughts: "Sorry, Victoria, I still have to take you out for a'walk' in such a cold place-to accompany you. Isn’t it interesting to think that an old man like me is blowing a cold wind on the wall?"

Victoria woke up from thinking and saw the old man wearing a black soft hat and black robe standing by and looking at herself with a smile. She shook her head quickly: "Of course not, you must not think like this— I love walking with you."

"Really?" Modil was obviously a little unbelieving. "There are not many young people who are patient. Usually I find someone to talk about my adventures. They run faster than anyone else."

"That's because they have little knowledge," Victoria said immediately, and then tried to make a smile-she thought she should have succeeded, because the ancestor's face clearly showed a smile in front of her, "As for me... actually I have already I have never had such a leisure time for a long time. Being able to temporarily put aside the things at hand like now and walk around with you at will is actually a very rare rest and relaxation for me."

"It sounds like your usual work is very heavy," Modil nodded, and then was a little worried, "Then if you don't go back for such a long time, won't all your work be delayed?"

"I... took leave from my superiors when I came out," Victoria quickly explained. In a sense, she didn't lie about these words. "Work-related matters have also been arranged for colleagues and subordinates to help. For a while. I will not go back or delay."

"That's okay." Modil laughed, and did not ask Victoria's real "work content" as usual. Victoria took this opportunity to quickly change the subject: "Have you been caught in the'dream' again in the past two days." Entangled?"

"It's been okay for these two days, and I haven't had that "weird dream"," Modil shook his head. "Maybe it really works for you to stay close to me? But then again, the "dream" itself is also It doesn't happen every day. In fact, I have encountered three dreams from the time I boarded the mechanical ship to today, which is not too frequent—it's just that the dreams themselves are a bit scary."

"That can't be relaxed," Victoria said with a serious face. "The dream clearly points to the power related to the gods. As long as this kind of thing is careless once, it is often impossible to recover..."

"I know I know it," Modil said while waving his hand. The old man's expression looked a little weird, and he couldn't help but look up and down Victoria. "Is your father brought out your character? How young is it? Looks more rigid and serious than my old man..."

There was finally a hint of embarrassment in Victoria's eyes. She obviously lacked the experience of this kind of conversation, so she could only bite the bullet and said: "I... my personality has always been like this, and my father's personality is indeed similar. In fact, she has a rigorous style of behavior. It has always been our family tradition..."

"Family tradition?" Modil couldn't help blinking, and pointed at himself with a bit of astonishment. "Is this tradition handed down by me?"

There was no change in Victoria’s expression, but a sudden movement in her heart. She instantly remembered the embarrassing things that the other party had mentioned when she chatted with Hetty about "their ancestors did not recognize the ancestral precepts", thinking that she had finally encountered something similar Scenes, and these Xu’s sighs did not affect her response speed. Faced with the curious expression of her ancestors, she quickly said: "This...should be passed down from earlier ancestors, and the family records say that you His character does not fit this tradition very much..."

"That's okay," Modil patted his chest as soon as he heard this. "I thought I was once a serious and old-fashioned guy. If that's the case, it would be a little scary. It's so boring."

Seeing the ancestors who reacted somewhat exaggeratedly, Victoria didn't know what expression to make for a while, but after thinking that she couldn't make any expressions normally, she was relieved, and asked a little curiously: "Why do you like to go around so much? adventure?"

Her voice fell, and the wall suddenly fell silent. Modil did not speak for a while, as if he was aroused many thoughts by this sentence. After thinking about it for an unknown period of time, he finally broke the silence: "You Don’t you feel curious? For those unknown areas, unknown things, unknown knowledge... don’t you feel curious? Our world is so vast, and the more you explore its end, the more you can perceive that’ The end is still outside of your cognition, in such a boundless field, you are constantly discovering things that no one has ever discovered before...Don't you find it interesting?"

Victoria opened her mouth, and her ancestor’s answer did not surprise her, because many records about this great adventurer and many remarks made by him six hundred years ago have long been left in the family books, and her comments on those They are all familiar, but looking at the light revealed in the eyes of this great adventurer, she still couldn’t help saying: “Have you ever thought that these adventures might one day kill you. Even now you are entangled with the power of the ancient gods...maybe it is a'sequelae' caused by an adventure..."

"Haha, kid, be confident, remove the'maybe'," Modil laughed suddenly, "I am a foolish guy, I must not be able to safely die on the bed at home. I usually In the event of some weird troubles, it is definitely an extra'gift' brought about by exploring unknown areas-girl, you don't need to remind me, I know this better than you."

Victoria seemed unable to understand the old man's almost paranoid "hobby". She couldn't help but said, "Then you..."

"Then I will continue to walk out, yes, I will continue to walk out," Modil smiled, his eyes turned to the darkness in the distance, and looked at the deepest part of the wilderness beyond the limit of his vision, "I have nothing sublime. The reason for this is not to open up the frontier of civilization. In fact, I have never thought about this, I just think... It is like this polar night, if this polar night never ends, and human beings live in this night. Let’s go to the short-lived bugs. We live in our homeland and we can’t see the sky beyond the night, but if we go out for a walk, no matter which direction we go, we go further, and we can see the sunrise. Seeing the sun rise in the sky...

"Many bugs may think it's no big deal, but the sun...it's really there."

(End of this chapter)