Chapter 1052 One Light

"That's what we're dealing with right now."

The red dragon Calador stood beside a long charred table and said to Heragor who was sitting on the other side of the table.

This is one of the few "rooms" that are still intact in the temporary shelter. It was originally the pipeline control room of a certain factory. It has survived the blow, but it is not without damage—the room has several deep cracks from the roof to the wall, and some cracks can lead to the outside. The howling cold wind outside the house pours into these gaps, bringing not only sharp The howling, and the biting cold.

The dragon's physique can ignore the cold, but the psychological gap brought about by such a bleak situation cannot be avoided.

"How many dragons are there in this camp now?" Heragor raised his head and looked at Duke Moore who was silent.

"Two thousand—most of them are injured or are suffering from severe booster and hallucinogen backlash, and less than half of them can be called healthy," Duke Moore said. "The good news is that many wounded dragons also have some Labor capacity, at least to help find supplies after emergency treatment. In addition, we are sending search teams every day to search for compatriots who have awakened in the nearby ruins, and we have gradually increased our manpower."

"How big is the search area?" Heragor asked again.

"Currently limited to the surrounding area of ​​Agondor, the farthest to the Great Rift Valley on the west side - limited supplies, inconvenient communication, and wandering elemental creatures in the depths of the ruins making trouble, the search team dare not rush to leave the camp too far .”

"Elemental creatures?" Balogar frowned, "Why are there elemental creatures?"

"In the later stage of the battle, the power of the gods shattered the barrier of the main material world, and tore several gaps leading to the elemental world in the center of Tarrond—then the gap expanded to one-third of the continent, and countless elements Creatures surged out of it," Duke Moore knew that Balogar was not on the battlefield at that time, so he explained patiently, "Although the elemental power receded by itself after that, and the main gap healed, there were still quite a few A large number of wandering elemental creatures are active near the rift radiation belt, and there are countless small rifts remaining... These things may be difficult to dissipate within a few decades."

The room fell silent for a while, and after ten seconds of silence, Andal said: "The search work must continue. It seems that there are still more compatriots who have regained consciousness and are waiting for rescue in the ruins. Now Tarlon Germany's communications have been cut off, and the wild environment has become extremely dangerous. The chances of these helpless compatriots surviving in the wilderness are decreasing every day. In addition, the search range must be expanded as much as possible, especially in the direction of the City of Gods, over there..."

Andal was just halfway through his words,

Not far away, the distorted metal gate was suddenly pushed open with a "creak", and Melita Pernia walked in from the outside with a tired face. After seeing the scene in the room, she was stunned for a moment, then bowed her head to salute Andal and Heragor, while the white dragon Noretta, who was sitting at the corner of the long table, stood up: "Are you back? Outside how is the situation?"

"The compatriots in the West District are struggling with the synergist withdrawal symptoms, but the situation in other regions is fine," Melita breathed out, trying to talk about the more optimistic part, "It can be seen that Speaker Andal and the others are back Afterwards, everyone was very encouraged, and those dragon eggs you brought back today... I feel that many dragons have been ignited by those dragon eggs."

"Noretta found a storage room for dragon eggs at the former site of the hatchery. She led a team to dig there for a long time and found hundreds of well-preserved dragon eggs," Calador turned to Hera Gore Sanlong said, "We store those dragon eggs in the crypt in the center of the camp, and send the dragons to take turns looking after them-when the dragon eggs are transported back to the camp, everyone's morale has improved significantly."

"Store them separately, don't put them in a crypt," Baloger immediately reminded, "Now, both the above-ground buildings and the underground caves are very unstable. It will be safer to store those eggs separately."

Carrador nodded quickly: "Yes, I will arrange it in a while."

"But I really didn't expect that... you found intact dragon eggs," Andal couldn't help but said, his tone even trembling, "I thought they were all destroyed after the hatching factory collapsed... Just find the dragon egg, find the dragon egg, we can have a healthy new generation, and it is a new generation that is not affected by boosters and implants from birth... In the days to come, only this kind of Primitive dragons' can adapt to the dragon society that has lost the Omega system."

Andal's words made Melita feel a deep feeling in her heart - in the short period of time since she woke up, she has clearly realized a fact: the last stage of Tarrond civilization has ended , the gods and Omega have left, and the previous generation of dragons who grew up in the cradle have been thrown off the wheel with the changing times. Implants, boosters, automatic systems... These things once shaped the entire dragon society, but the dragon society she was familiar with had disappeared together with those things. In a new era... the dragons from scratch need a generation from scratch.

The dragon egg that Noretta finds in the ruins isn't just a morale-boosting "hope"—it's the actual "future" for the dragons.

"There should be more dragon eggs in the collapsed area of ​​the hatchery," Calador was also touched by the emotion of Speaker Andal, with an almost solemn expression on his face, "The next step is to search and rescue the wounded and collect supplies." Besides, our focus is to dig out those dragon eggs and move them to a relatively safe and stable place."

"Very well, it should be done," Speaker Andal nodded slowly, but then he shook his head again, his gaze slowly sweeping across the room, "But there is one more question, have you thought about it?"

Calador had a curious face on his face: "Another question?"

"...Do you know how to hatch dragon eggs?" Andal with a serious expression, looked at the young dragons such as Melita and Noretta, and even the relatively old dragon of Calador, with a tone of voice There was no hint of a joke in the middle, "Young dragons in the camp, does anyone know how to hatch dragon eggs without using factory facilities?"

As soon as this remark came out, the room fell silent again. Calador's expression froze for a moment, while Noretta fell into a thoughtful state. Melita thought carefully for a long time before hesitatingly said: " Throw it directly into the magma or the magic pool... well, probably it won't hatch, right?"

"You can only cook them," Calador glanced at Melita with a strange expression, and then looked at Andal, "I... probably know the process. It should maintain a suitable temperature and maintain a stable magic environment... ..."

"Even a red dragon like you only knows this, and you can imagine how well the dragons in the camp who are younger and more ignorant than you are at this level. I have no hope at all," Andal sighed. , slowly shook his head, "But it's not your fault, it's not any dragon... After all, before today, no one had considered the situation at this moment."

"...the dragons have been taken care of by the 'cradle' for too long, and this kind of thing can happen." Duke Moore also sighed, with a bitter and self-deprecating smile on the face of the old human form, "and hatching dragon eggs is just a matter of time." In the initial step, how to take care of the hatchlings without an automatic rearing system and a constant temperature nest is even more of a problem."

"Then what should we do?" Melita looked around at the people around her, feeling a little at a loss, "We can't even hatch eggs...then..."

"Then learn, learn from scratch, and learn these 'skills' that should be biological instincts," Heragor broke the silence and said in a low tone, "We old guys from ancient times at least know how to do it—we Little by little, I will teach the young dragons how to hatch eggs and take care of their young, but before that, there is one important thing."

He stopped in the middle of his speech, and Andal on the side knew what he was going to say, so he took over the rest of the words: "We can only hatch a part, or even a small part... until our food supply is stable, the camp raises Not so many hatchlings."

"Let's start preparing now, select some dragons who are willing and able to take care of dragon eggs and baby dragons, and then we will teach them how to do it," Heragor said slowly, "Let's do it bit by bit, from zero Beginning, starting from hatching offspring, we will rebuild the Dragon Clan on this wasteland."

"In addition, I suggest that at least two dragons claim a dragon egg, or form a group to raise it together," Andal added on the side, "We need to avoid the loss of labor due to caring for the baby dragon, especially now that the polar day is over halfway, in the Before the colder polar night comes, we need to establish a relatively stable living environment as soon as possible, which requires a lot of labor."

Start from scratch, from a piece of wasteland - rebuild a home.

Melita looked up, and she saw Andal and Heragore discussing the future of the ethnic group, and then Calador and Balogar began to discuss how to expand the camp and find a stable source of food from nearby seas and islands, She saw Noretta sitting on the side, although she was tired, but her eyes kept bright light, and suddenly, another picture appeared in her mind——

For some reason, she thought of the small camp at the foot of the dark mountains a few years ago, of those weak humans who built houses on their shoulders in the wilderness, and reclaimed the wasteland, thought of the tents and board houses by the Baishui River, and There is that "pioneer" who seems to have infinite energy and countless creativity, who once stood beside a wasteland and outlined the future of the ethnic group.

Only a few years ago, she was a spectator of all that.

The picture in her memory overlapped with the picture in front of her eyes, but the state of mind she remembered back then was completely different from her present state of mind.

That human has created many interesting words, which one can be used here? Is it right or wrong? Or is it the passage of time? Nothing seems right...

Melita was thinking wildly, just because what Andal and the others were discussing had reached a level beyond her comprehension, and she couldn't think of any useful opinions on issues involving overall planning, but she was lost in thought for a while After that, her attention returned to this room, and Andal was discussing the idea of ​​rebuilding society with Duke Moore——

"The area we have explored is still too limited," Duke Moore said with regret, "Even if the search team has flown to the end of Agondor and the surrounding factory area, the entire Agondor area is still in the Tal Lund is just one of many cities... More than 90% of this continent is still in an unknown state. Maybe other places have established camps like this one. Maybe they urgently need our help. Maybe they have the resources we desperately need, but we can't connect with each other at all."

"There are wandering elemental creatures on the surface, and there are unstable space rifts or element channels in the sky at any time. All long-distance activities are dangerous. Sending an expeditionary exploration team without a safe route is tantamount to suicide," Andal shook his head and said, " Now the communication is cut off, and the harsh natural conditions have separated the various regions of Tarrond."

"We found some ancient communication devices, but almost all of them couldn't be turned on, and the few that could work couldn't receive the signal," Carador added, "Either there is really no other camp within the search range, or It's because the interference on the wasteland is too strong..."

They were discussing, and Melita was listening. Suddenly, she couldn't help but said, "How about... let's light a beacon, just like those humans."

Andal and Duke Moore stopped discussing immediately, and several pairs of eyes fell on Melita back and forth, which made the latter shrink her neck subconsciously: "I just came up with an idea... I remember when I saw what those humans did when they built the camps, they lit fires or shot beams of light in the wilderness to let the nearby refugees know the direction of the shelter...Of course, I may not have considered it carefully..."

"No, we're not questioning, we're just... a little surprised," Andal said, suddenly couldn't help but tapped his forehead with a smile, "We should have thought of such a simple and primitive method from the very beginning. "

"We only think about repairing the communication system or restarting the communication line," Heragor spread his hands. "After all, we have not used firelight to communicate with distant places for more than a million years."

"But in the current situation, it might not be of any use to light the beacon fire, right?" Noretta, who hadn't said much, looked at Melita, then at Heragor, and couldn't help but said, "Not to mention Speaking of how far the light and smoke of the beacon can travel, even if you can see it from a distance, there are still many obstacles that cannot be overcome in the wilderness. As far as we have explored so far, Agondor is almost blocked everywhere..."

"No, it's still useful, even if a survivor trapped in the ruins finds the camp after seeing the beacon fire, then it's still useful," Heragor shook his head and said solemnly, "And even if the situation Worst of all, as you said, the barrier in the wilderness stops everyone, and the beacon has a meaning, it can tell other camps and survivors who are still holding out, let them know-we are here."

"Let me prepare for this," Baloger said, "I will prepare the grandest fire, so that it can be clearly seen across the rift—the beacon that the dragons will light, not on a large scale No way."

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