Sword of Daybreaker

Amber's speed is very fast.

That is a speed that makes the dynamic vision of a legendary powerhouse difficult to capture. It is a flash that crosses the boundary between shadow and reality. Both Gawain and Victoria only heard the whistling of the wind in their ears, and the shame of a certain alliance has been turned into one. There was a swift black flash. In the next moment, Victoria felt a heavy object hanging from her thigh and heard a voice: "Let's watch again!!"

Gao Wen's head is as big as a fight, and I have seen a lot of Amber's strange operations over the years. Obviously he can't stand it at this time. He stepped forward and grabbed this guy by the belt and forcibly picked her up: "Don't be ashamed of doing it. ——Modil, what happened?"

Victoria finally reacted at this time. She was always calm and calm on weekdays, and her expression was calm under any circumstance. Her eyes widened, as if she had been so frightened for the first time in her life, she was even a little at a loss. It wasn't until Gawain took Amber away that he took a half step backward...So in a sense, Amber's slippery kneeling is quite useful. After all, even the legendary powerhouse would not have expected this. The grand duke's thoughts were interrupted.

"I...I'm okay," Modil finally blinked at this time, as if suddenly awakened from a short but immersive dream. He remained a little confused, his gaze swept over several figures in the cabin, and finally his sight It fell on Gawain, "I just...it seemed to have seen something...no, I didn't see it, but I felt it..."

"What do you feel?" Gao Wen quickly put Amber on the ground, and asked with a very serious expression.

Amber shook his body after landing. First he raised his head and glanced at Modil. Then he looked at the serious Gawain and Victoria. It seemed that he had judged that the adventurer was indeed okay. Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped back to the corner and tried to reduce his sense of existence while raising his ears to pay attention to the changes. As the person involved, Modil seemed to have not noticed all of this. He just shook his head gently, as if he was dispelling someone in his head. Some things said slowly: "In that direction... what I was looking for was in that direction. I remember, I've been to that place! I also saw a hole broken there, and no one knew that hole. , It’s terrible, a hole was broken there...there is another place, I also went to another'entrance'...they are connected together..."

Modil's eyes gradually became confused, and what he said did not follow the preface, but when Gawain and Victoria couldn't help but wanted to help, the old mage suddenly stopped, and he shook his head vigorously. , The eyes are gradually restored to clarity.

"Are you okay?" Victoria immediately asked subconsciously, seeing that the ancestor's state had recovered, "You just..."

"I'm okay, don't worry," the old mage nodded, and then he showed a thoughtful appearance. He seemed to be sorting out what happened to him a little while ago, and slowly said after a few seconds, "I just felt There are several layers of different consciousnesses floating on the'surface' at the same time. Those consciousnesses are me, memories of different periods and different states... My mind is full of my own voice and things I have seen before, the goddess of magic, I Never heard of such a thing..."

"The memories of different periods and different states occupy the mind at the same time?" Victoria looked astonished. As a mage, she first noticed this unusual phenomenon. "You mean, your memory is restored?!"

"No, it's far from it, but I think Miss Amber's treatment must have produced a certain effect... I feel as if something that was once lost has returned a bit," Modil rubbed his forehead, his tone low and slow. , "What did I just say?"

He looked at Gawain, only at this moment as if he noticed the latter's unusually serious expression.

Gao Wen didn't answer Modil's words immediately, he just looked in the direction where the old mage's eyes were just now, and after a few seconds he muttered to break the silence in a low voice: "You said that what you are looking for is in that direction. And you mentioned that a hole was'broken' somewhere."

"What I'm looking for..." Modil repeated softly, as if he really didn't remember what he said just now. He also followed Gawain's gaze to look over there, but in that direction, he Only one wall of the hut and a transom inlaid on the wall can be seen, "Which direction is...?"

"The tower of the tide," Gao Wen said softly.

"It seems that things are finally pointing in this direction," Amber looked at Gawain, and then at Modil, who had returned to normal, his pointy ears moved, and he whispered in a low voice, "It seems that I have to leave early."

...

Under the starlight of the extreme night, the shield covering the sky over the city blocks the cold wind from the depths of the wasteland. This simple layer of protection is obviously not as warm and comfortable as the ecological dome that used to be warm and comfortable in all seasons, but in this piece of wasteland On the cold land of Xing, a barrier to protect from wind and rain is an indispensable guarantee for stability. Inside the shield, the brilliance of the magic spar lamp disperses the darkness in the city, and the square on the edge of the settlement seems a bit lively.

More than a dozen young dragons are playing in the square. With the bright lights cast by the lampposts, some of these little guys who have just broken their shells are practicing flying, some are running and playing on the ground, and some are using their own immature Breathing out all kinds of light bombs and flames into the sky, these ignorant cubs don’t know what “old glory” is, and they don’t realize how deep and special this city re-emerged from the ruins is. Meaning, they take everything they see for granted, and release their endless energy in this childhood that belongs to them alone—and also learn the various skills necessary to survive on this land.

The guardians guarded the edge of the square, watching the cubs playing.

"The two of them are very comfortable here," Melita retracted her gaze from the square and looked at her friend standing next to her. "I was worried that they would be frightened by the strange environment and so many of them."

"The adaptability of the two little guys may be better than ours," Noretta said with a smile. "After all, they were born and raised in this era, and there is a most special'adoptive mother' to teach them. "

Melita nodded slightly, and a sound of footsteps happened to be heard from the side. She heard a vaguely familiar voice: "Hello...Have I met you?"

Melita looked around unexpectedly and saw a short figure with long red hair standing not far behind her. This was a young red dragon. Melita hadn't thought of herself at first. I saw this face somewhere, but soon the corresponding impression came to her mind—she remembered that this was the one that helped her remove the invalid implant when she first came to the refuge camp. A mechanic.

"Hello, I remember you, you are the mechanic, we met-you helped me remove the failed implants," Melita laughed and greeted the young red dragon. , "Sorry, I didn't remember it just now..."

"I'm not sure just now," the young mechanic also laughed. In this difficult period, it is undoubtedly a joy to see a familiar face appear in front of him again. "It feels like I haven't seen it for a long time. You, what are you doing here?"

"I spend most of my time on missions in the mainland of Loren, and now I am back to report on my duties," Melita said casually, "By the way, bring the whelps back to familiarize themselves with their hometown - they were hatched in the mainland of Loren."

"Lorren continent...you actually ran to such a far place?" The Red Dragon mechanic first opened his eyes in surprise, and then noticed the two strange little guys appearing on the square. She looked a little surprised, "You adopted it. Whelplings? And still two?"

"I adopted it with a friend," Melita smiled and pointed at Noretta, who was standing beside him with a smile. "What about you? Are you here looking at your whelpling? Are you still a mechanic? ?"

"...I'm not a mechanic anymore," the young red dragon said softly, and then turned his eyes to the direction of the square. "I didn't claim my dragon egg, but I did look after the young dragon here-take care of everything here. The little guys playing in the film square."

"Are you no longer a mechanic?" Melita looked a little surprised, "Why? You didn't mean that this was left by your grandfather..."

"My internal organs have passed the synergist backlash, but my nervous system has not completely passed it," the young Honglong shook his head, raised his hands in a regretful tone, and was illuminated by the starlight and spar light. Melita clearly saw the slight tremor of the other's fingertips. "Most mechanical maintenance work is now done by hand, but my hands can no longer do such delicate things. Both human form and dragon form. Fortunately now The situation is much better than before, and the absence of a mechanic will not have much impact on the entire city."

"……Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" The young red dragon said with a smile, "Actually, it's fine now. I am responsible for helping the dragons who go out on missions to take care of the young dragons. It is very interesting to play with these little guys. And I can still deal with my favorite mechanical devices—helping out in the recycling department or something. It’s just that I can’t be a professional mechanic anymore.”

Merita, Noreta and the young red dragon stood together on the edge of the square, watching the young dragons who seemed to be always energetic and unleashing their enthusiasm in the square. The two newly-appearing little guys seemed to have gained Approval of the young dragons, they are playing together, and are now fighting for a large mottled and broken metal ring. The ring collides and rolls on the ground, making a crisp sound. Under the light, the surface of the ring is from time to time. Several severely worn letters flashed past, and Melita couldn't see it clearly, and could only recognize words such as "Arena" and "Champion".

"That's the most popular toy here," the young red dragon said from the side. "I don't know where the little guys dug it out-it looks like it was in the extreme arena. Me. Not very familiar, I was not interested in the arena back then."

Noretta looked at the cubs playing in the square, and suddenly said softly: "The young dragons are really carefree."

"Of course, what's their sorrow? The world is so beautiful for them," the young red dragon laughed. She looked at the scene in the venue, her voice softened, "I listened to Calador put these young Dragons are called the "post-Talrond generation", which means dragons born after the end of the Tarrond war. Compared with us survivors in the wasteland, these young dragons will look at it from a completely different perspective. The world they live in-omega, implants, synergists, huge cities and factories, all of these are untouchable history for them, and all they can touch is this experience The war-torn continent, and the huge'alliance' outside the continent...

"They were born on this scorched earth, and they will also grow up on this scorched earth. They have no implants and synergists in their lives, nor have they ever understood what the omega system is, and they will neither remember the glory of the past. Unlike convenience technology, there will be no additional fears and burdens on the future-unlike us, even the strongest of us will feel sad when looking at the red and black areas, and see those things in the recycling yard. I couldn’t help but recall some things when I was in, but these young dragons...have you noticed their eyes? They only have curiosity and hope for the future.

"President Andar said that we now need these eyes that are looking forward to the future. These eyes are the future in themselves.

"That's why I like staying with these young dragons-they make me feel that my existence is meaningful, and I am looking after a future worth looking forward to. Compared with this, damage to the nervous system is just a trivial thing. ."

"A generation without burden..." Melita said softly, "Noretta and I didn't think so much when we were digging dragon eggs in the ruins of the incubator factory."

At this moment, the two figures flew out from the direction of the square, and accompanied by a cheerful "quack" cry, Merita and Noreta reached out their hands in a familiar way, stopping them with a force that ordinary humans could hardly reach. Two wyrmlings were flying in the air. They put the little ones on the ground and rubbed the smooth scales near their heads with their hands. The two wyrmlings snorted comfortably, and put their heads on Merita and Nuo. Leita rubbed her thigh, squinting comfortably.

"Have you finally played enough?" Noretta couldn't help laughing. "You seem to have met a lot of new friends."

"Gah!!" the young dragon screamed happily, flapping their wings and necks vigorously. At the same time, some scales near their necks and backs gradually ooze a bright blue light stream, accompanied by the young dragon's body. Shaking, the stream of light and the stars in the sky reflect each other.

"This is..." The young red dragon on the side looked in astonishment at the simultaneous visions of the two young dragons. She obviously hadn't seen a similar scene before, "What's that about them?"

"It is the effect of the dark blue magic," Merita said casually while rubbing the little guy's head, "it seems that a small number of dragon eggs are affected by the dark blue nets, and they have such a special magic mark from birth— —Didn’t you see it here? I heard that a small number of wyrmlings born in Tarrond seem to have similar phenomena."

"The mark left by the dark blue magic power?" The young red dragon said in surprise, and then thoughtfully, "This... I seem to have heard of it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. It's not like that in the young dragons I take care of. of……"

At this moment, the two young dragons who were rubbing against Melita and Noreta suddenly stretched their necks and looked in a certain direction in the night sky. The magic light flow behind them also changed instantly. It was several times brighter than before, and even faintly released heat. Before Melita and Noretta could not realize what was happening, they heard two whelps screaming in tandem. Voice: "Gah!! Gah!!!"