Sword of Daybreaker

The silhouettes of Sparrow Bee and Ye Xiao suddenly disappeared into the endless darkness, as if stepping across an invisible boundary. Beyond the boundary, there is a "world completely different from the silent city in the dense fog." ".

They left this thick fog, and also left this time and space distorted by extraordinary visions.

Modil Wilde was still standing quietly on the misty street. He did not follow the footsteps of the two young operators, but stayed on the edge of the misty field. He carefully observed the sparrow bee and the night owl. After going to the foggy border, recalling the phenomenon when the two young men stepped across the boundary, they finally said softly with a trace of suddenness: "It turned out to be a discontinuous boundary in time and space, no wonder... it seems that the entire space is no longer there. It's the real world."

There was silence all around, and there was no voice responding to the old mage’s muttering to himself, but he suddenly laughed, turned his head and looked at an empty place next to him: "It may take a while for the sun to fully rise. , I can stay here with you for a while."

After the old mage’s voice fell, the air was still silent, but the gray-white mist around him suddenly produced a strange flow. Then, a line of pale text appeared on a nearby wall: “Sure enough, I didn’t hide it from you. Eye."

"Actually, I didn't notice it at first. The abnormal environment here affected my perception, but I have experience, some...unusual experience," Modil said lightly, and he simply found a clean one nearby. Place, sat down on the floor, "You actually didn't wait in a'safe place' at all, you've been following them all the time, right?"

"...Before they evacuated, I returned to the stronghold, but at that time I could no longer contact them. I spent a long time trying to deliver the message, until I finally discovered that I can communicate with them by leaving writing on the surface of the material. They talked," the handwriting on the wall stretched quickly, "At that time, I knew I couldn't go back."

Modil was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "...How did you become this state?"

"The Beicheng District was first shrouded in fog, and I was inspecting an unmanned warehouse. After noticing the abnormal thick fog outside, I chose to hide in the warehouse and wait for the fog to dissipate. That was the biggest mistake I made. After that, the messenger knocked on the door of the warehouse, and I disappeared into the mist with the warehouse, and then...I was left here."

"You don't let them know the truth, but you don't want to make them sad?" Modil shook his head. "They are trained military intelligence officers. Even if they know your situation, they will still complete the task. I still It can be seen, and the changes that happen to you are also a vital piece of information, you should let them take it out..."

"If they know what happened to me, they will be trapped in the fog, and they will no longer be able to cross the discontinuous border just now," the pale writing on the wall reads, "this fog...very unusual. It lies outside the border between reality and illusion. The power of mind and cognition will be entangled with the fog. The more you know in the fog, the less you will be able to get out of this mystery."

Modil's expression gradually became serious, and at the same time he reacted quickly: "Then how do you know that it's okay to tell me these things? Don't you worry that I will be trapped here too?"

"...You weren't here, did you?" The pale writing on the wall continued. Although it was only words, Modil seemed to see the writer's smile in those letters. "This is just a dream for you." , You still stay in the warm bedroom of Winter Fort, lying on the bed."

"Sure enough," Modil touched his beard and sighed softly. Obviously he had vaguely noticed some truth before, but he was still not very sure. Only then did he confirm his conjecture, "No wonder I It feels a bit weird that magical power flows when casting spells, and mental protection spells can never be formed... If my mind is in a dream state from the beginning, then everything makes sense."

When he said that, he frowned slightly, and said to the empty street: "But how did you know all this? Although I don't know much about your military intelligence bureau, I guess you are not a scholar. A knowledgeable great magician or extraordinary scholar is not an expert in this area. What's more, this mist is so strange, even if it is a real expert, shouldn't it be possible to investigate so many things in a short time?"

"...The fog itself tells me a lot," the text on the wall began to write again, "When I became a part of this place, I naturally knew something, and even directly perceived some'truths', such as your reality. Status, but it involves the principle behind this... sorry, I don’t know what the principle is, as you said, I’m not an expert in this area."

"You don't know, but I can probably guess one thing. I guess this so-called'fog' may have arisen from an unusually large...'mind', and it is even possible that the fog itself is part of this huge mind," Modi Er looked very serious, and slowly spoke in thought, "Only in this way can you explain why you know some knowledge in the mist that does not belong to you, and why you will be permanently trapped in the mist if you know this knowledge. ."

"An unusually huge'mind'?!" The pale text on the wall conveyed shocked emotions, "What kind of mind can produce such terrible power, even covering a whole..."

"God." Modil said calmly.

The text on the wall did not respond for a while, and it seemed that the writer was also in great consternation. At this time, Modil thought of the shadow dwellers he had seen before, and thought of the weird ones that seemed to be closely related to the shadow world. The "message figure" who was in contact thought of the house engulfed by black flames in the mist, and thought of the weird fact that he entered this "violet city" inexplicably in a dream. Many clues flipped through his mind like pages in the wind. Then in a short moment, all the pages of the book are combined into a whole.

"I think I probably know why I came here in my sleep," the old mage sighed softly. In the corner of his eye, he saw brighter and brighter morning glow emerging from the sky at the end of the mist. The sun seems to be shining on this world, and when the darkness at the border of the fog is about to recede completely, he quietly watched all this and said softly, "It looks like it is here. Dreams and reality have been completely mixed together."

He suddenly turned to the air next to him, with a hint of apology in his tone: "Sorry, I originally wanted to chat with you, but I didn't expect to talk about so many boring things."

"No, I think it's quite interesting," the pale text was written again, "few people will have the opportunity to talk to a knowledgeable and experienced adventurer like you, or even discuss and solve a puzzle. This is a precious experience for me."

Modil did not speak for a while, just let the peace of this moment continue. He sat in this Prandall city shrouded in dense fog and watched the morning glory in the dense fog spread from the direction of the coastline. In that long and fragmented career of adventure, he has seen countless bizarre scenery burning beneath the ground, a sea of ​​blazing flames, magical turbulence oscillating on the boundary of foreign space, and elemental rifts torn in the clouds, each of them is thrilling.

But even if compared with those experiences, the dawn in this dense fog city is enough to make him leave a deep memory.

An invisible companion is here waiting with him to witness this moment of transcendence.

"...Time is almost up," Modil broke the silence suddenly, "Is there anything I want to say? I don't have the ability to take you back, but I can bring your last words to the person you miss."

"...I have nothing to worry about. I am an orphan. I have no parents or brothers or sisters. I was rescued from the mouth of a wild dog in a dark alley by Amber Chief 20 years ago. She gave me a stutter..." Wall The handwriting on the above continued, paused for a moment, and then continued to write, "If you have a chance to see her in the future, tell her,'Silver Eye' Corod completed the task very well, as always."

"I remember. Next time I see her, I will tell you the information you collected here," Modil said slowly. "This information... is extremely important."

"That's good." The handwriting on the wall wrote briefly.

Modil sighed softly. He stood up and squinted to look at the glorious sky in the depths of the distant fog. The day is about to descend in the real world, when the light covers the earth, the power of shadows After retreating temporarily, the fog will return to where it should be. If his speculation is correct, this will also be the last time of sunrise for this "Prandall City".

Just like the city of a thousand towers, Palan Santo, and Cold Sea City that are likely to have completely disappeared.

A little bit of chill came from the direction of the inner city. Modil glanced back and saw that the dark flames were rising into the sky, burning the entire city in the thick fog, and the tall and thin figure of the "messenger" was in the flames. The middle is looming, between the flames and the fog, there are countless shadow residents condensed from the amorphous black fog, and the whole city is being quickly swallowed by this flame. The scene is thrilling but silent as one. The dream that is about to shatter is as quiet as a dream.

The old mage sighed and regretted that he couldn't see the last scene.

He must wake up.

In the next second, before the dark flames were about to spread to the end of this street, Modil's figure suddenly disappeared into the misty street, as quietly as when he came here.

Bumblebee and Ye Xiao looked back at the direction they came, the cold sea breeze whizzed across the bare beach, and the early morning sun spread along the sea, covering the entire land, under the mighty and brilliant morning light. , They saw only the undulating wilderness.

The violet border city "Plandle" that once stood on the edge of the coast is long gone. It is not destroyed, not abandoned or collapsed, but there are no traces left, not even a piece of bricks, tiles, or a smell of fireworks. .

It was as if there had never been any Prandall here, as if there was only a bare wilderness and a pristine coastline in the past thousands of years or even longer years.

They only saw this sight since they got out of the strange thick fog. Then the two military intelligence bureau officers waited here for a long time. They didn't wait for the legendary adventurer to come out, let alone their shop. Long" appears.

They seem to have been forgotten, forgotten on this bare pristine beach.

But Birdbee had vaguely guessed something in her heart, and she believed Ye Xiao was the same.

"The manager hasn't come out... so is your lord Modil." She heard Ye Xiao mutter in a low voice.

But she and Ye Xiao didn't really worry about the safety of the legendary adventurer. After all, the other party was the legendary adventurer.

"Plandel City has disappeared," the Sparrowbee whispered, "as if it never existed."

"The beach in the southeast of Prandall here can't be wrong from the topography," Ye Xiao looked back at the direction of the sea breeze, and saw that the fine waves were being swept by the wind and hit the black reef. The beach presents a sense of primitiveness that has never been touched before. He clearly remembers that although it is not a pier, there used to be some coastal facilities, but now even those facilities located outside the city have disappeared. , "No city, no port, no violet..."

At this moment, another sea breeze came from afar, blowing inland, and the sparrow bee subconsciously raised her head and looked along the wind. Under the brighter sunlight, she suddenly saw that it was once the city of Plantel. A haze appeared on the edge of the primitive wilderness, and the mist that suddenly appeared in the air seemed to have penetrated from another time and space, suddenly and eye-catching.

For a brief moment, she almost thought that Prandall City was coming back, and even began to suspect that she was just in a phantom. In fact, Prandall did not disappear, nor did the facilities on the coast. She and Ye Xiao were only taken by illusions. Sleepy, and now the real scenery is about to reappear in front of her eyes, but the next second, the thin mist will quickly dissipate.

In the dissipated mist, there seemed to be a figure beckoning to her. Before she even had time to confirm whether it was her own illusion, the last trace of mist dissipated in the sun.

She woke up from the unrealistic fantasy, and immediately felt the cold sea breeze taking away the heat from her body.

In the former Prandall City, the sea breeze was not so cold, and the city itself blocked the mighty power of nature, but now, the two officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau may have to face the challenge on a pristine and savage land.

All the supplies have been taken away by the thick fog and the "messengers" in the thick fog.

"What shall we do next?" Ye Xiao looked at Sparrow Bee with a solemn expression, "According to the order of command, now you will give orders."

Sparrow's voice is low: "...The mission has not been completed. We have to survive and tell our superiors what happened here."

"It's probably difficult for us to spread the news. All the communication equipment has disappeared with the city. At the same time, all the means of transportation have disappeared. It is impossible for us to swim across the strait. It is winter now," Ye Xiao said bluntly. The current situation, "The latest cargo ship from Beigang has to wait until next week."

"Then finish the first thing first," the sparrow bee took a breath and patted her face with her hand, "find a way to survive."