Chapter 1120 Gradually Recovering

a surprise?

Melita looked at the bright smile on her friend's face. Even though she was full of what she had seen and heard in the Loren Continent, she couldn't help being curious and looking forward to the "surprise" in Noretta's mouth. , and with this expectation, she and Noretta returned to their residence in the coastal camp.

The temporary houses built with recycled materials and boulders on the shore are still crude, not as good as the once magnificent palace of Tarrond on the upper floor, and even not as good as the houses in the human kingdom of the Loren continent today, but these compatriots built them brick by brick. The shelter built with all her efforts still gave Melita a sense of peace of mind. Passing through the camp that has now expanded in size, she returned to the door of her "home" where she had been away for half a month. The moment she stretched out her hand and opened the door, the feeling of "going home" came to the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help showing a reassuring smile, and her mood eased.

Then she saw the dragon egg standing on the largest open space in the house, and the magic runes around the dragon egg—they obviously had the functions of constant temperature and energy storage, and the warm breath and mysterious The surgical circulation is slowly releasing, nourishing the egg with a light yellow shell and lavender spots.

In the corner of the room, you can also see an egg-shaped culture sac that has been opened. Obviously, the dragon eggs were placed in this container before, but now it has lost its function. After the hatch is opened, it is used as a container for storing sundries. It was filled with Noretta's personal belongings.

Melita: "..."

"I adopted a dragon egg!" Noretta's voice came from behind suddenly at this time, which woke Melita who was a little dazed, "It's a beautiful blue dragon, just like you— —Actually, I wanted to adopt Bailong at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I would rather watch a small Melita grow up little by little..."

A dragon egg, a dragon egg... Melita's heart skipped a beat, and for some reason, she thought of the scene when she suddenly received the news from Cecil in Dragon's Advent Castle not long ago, and her mind began to keep going. Two sentences echoed: "About the dragon egg sent by Tarrond..." "Speaking..."

For the first time in her life, she discovered that she was allergic to "dragon eggs"—not to the dragon eggs themselves, but to the word.

"Melita?" Noretta noticed that her friend suddenly fell silent, and couldn't help showing a worried look, "What's wrong with you? Are you tired from the long flight? Sorry, I just wanted to give you a surprise, forget You need to rest..."

"Ah, no, it's not that I'm tired, I'm just..." Melita opened her mouth, not knowing where to start, she could only point to the dragon egg in the room and trembled twice, "So this is what you gave me. The surprise I prepared?"

"Yeah," Noretta nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed. Obviously, her friend's reaction was quite different from what she expected. "Didn't we discuss adopting a dragon egg before? But the application was still pending." You suddenly received a mission to go to Loren without submitting it—the situation in the camp has improved during this time,

The food supply and everyone's ability to survive have improved, and Agondor has opened up more dragon egg adoption quotas, so I applied for one? I didn't expect it to be approved soon..."

Speaking of this? This Miss Bailong looked at Melita's expression with some concern: "Don't you want to adopt again? But the adoption of dragon eggs is a very serious matter, once you apply, you can't..."

"Ah? No? Of course not," Melita finally broke free from the two sentences that were playing in her mind. She knew that her reaction had caused Noretta's misunderstanding, so she quickly waved her hand. Are you happy? We did say before that we would adopt dragon eggs, and hatching one more baby dragon is also contributing to the revival of Tarrond. allergy."

"Nervous?" Noretta looked suspiciously at Melita several times. "What's so neurotic?"

Because the egg I just sent to Cecil a while ago has already started talking! Because the dragon god has now become a talking egg that drinks tea and reads newspapers all day long! !

Melita's face changed twice? In the end, all the words were choked back in her throat - these things can't be spread out at will before they are reported to the higher authorities, even if Noretta is her good friend.

"It's nothing, maybe I have experienced a lot of things in Loren Continent, and I haven't gotten used to it all at once," Miss Blue Dragon pulled the corners of her mouth? She smiled a little awkwardly, and then focused on the place in the center of the room. On an egg? After calming down, she finally had some real sense of what was happening in front of her eyes? When she looked at the dragon egg, she couldn't help softening her eyes, "Dragon egg... not long ago? I never thought that one day I would choose to hatch a dragon egg... I always feel that this kind of thing is far away from me? At least it has nothing to do with me within twenty thousand years."

Noretta looked at Melita's expression? She seemed to feel that the other party had something to hide, but years of understanding between friends prevented her from pursuing this question, but nodded slightly: "Of course I understand, after all Like you, I am also a high-level employee customized by a biochemical company. I have no parents, no brothers and sisters, and no innate social relationship. The family tendency has been weakened by genetic adjustment. Normally, the upper-level employees like us customized by the company The Dragon Clan will probably never hatch their 'children' in their lifetime...but everything has changed now."

Melita smiled, and suddenly looked at the dragon egg curiously: "By the way, have you thought of a name yet?"

"Not yet, I plan to wait until the little one hatches." Noretta shook her head. "There are two other families in the camp that have also claimed their own dragon eggs. Everyone is planning to name the baby dragon after it hatches."

"Family...is really a distant concept for custom employees," Melita couldn't help sighing softly, and then suddenly became a little curious, "but then again, isn't it true that the hatchlings we hatch are quite So there are two 'mothers'?"

"Is there any problem with this?" Noretta blinked, "The baby dragon next door will have three fathers in the future! After all, everyone is a claimed dragon egg - there are not many normal compositions in this wasteland. The conditions of the family..."

Melita thought about it, and suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with it...

Then she thought of another question: "By the way, how long will it take for our dragon eggs to hatch?"

"The dragon egg has reached its third stage in the hatchery, and its protective sac has been keeping the egg alive since then, so it looks like it won't be long before it can successfully hatch—maybe less than a month," Noretta immediately said, "Now I have set up a constant temperature environment for it, and use my own magic power to supplement the consumption of these runes every day-if you also come to help later, we can take turns staying next to the egg , that hatching efficiency may be even higher."

Melita imagined that she would try to hatch eggs soon, and her expression became weird. She couldn't tell whether it was a kind of expectation or nervousness, but when she saw the smile on Noretta's face, she heard The voices of compatriots building the camp came from outside the door, those turbulent thoughts gradually calmed down, and the weird expressions finally converged into a smile.

"Of course, I will come to help as soon as possible-but before that, I still have to go to Agondor first. The Speaker of Andal and the leader of Heragor are still waiting for my report."

...

The mountain city of Agondor - this is the former name of this glorious land, but with the devastating war, the majestic palaces that stood on the top of the mountains have all been wiped out, and the citizens are proud of it The churches and temples of the ancient times have also been turned into reverberations that only exist in memory and belong to the age of mythology.

Now Agondor, which has been reborn after the disaster, is located on the edge of the ruins of the old city, next to the foot of the main peak of Agondor. It used to be part of the "Lower Tarrond". The dense buildings that cover the sky and the three-dimensional traffic bridges like spider webs, even in the extreme day, this area will be shrouded in artificial dusk for most of the day-then, everything changed, the war destroyed everything, It also destroyed the layered structure of Tarrond. Those huge buildings and traffic grids that covered the sky and the sun melted into a part of the earth, and the remaining or newly built simple buildings in the ruins... Today is bathed in a huge sun. Bring the sunshine.

Heragor stood on a high platform in the center of this temporary "capital", and the light golden vertical pupils reflected the distant scene of the city: a group of giant dragons were cleaning up the large ruins in the southwest corner of the city. , they can only rely on natural strength and magic to complete this arduous task. Fortunately, after such a long period of adaptation, even the dragons who have been spoiled by the "cradle" and almost completely lost their survival skills have gradually begun to master the labor With the cooperation of each other, the remains of the ruins, which are mainly composed of molten metal and high-strength polymers, are being removed in an orderly manner.

The things cleaned up from the ruins will not be destroyed, but will be sent to the nearest "demolition site" first. Andal instructed the young dragons to use ancient wisdom to build a large element refining pit there, Baloger left drawings and other materials before leaving to help mechanics understand how to disassemble usable basic materials from scrapped facilities.

The "garbage" dug out of the ruins will have a new identity in the demolition yard: they are extremely valuable resources in the reconstruction process of the city.

Heragore looked at the building complex in the city, everything here was expanded on the basis of the "refuge camp" not long ago, although the scale has now expanded several times, but in essence it is still It is no different from a much enlarged refugee camp: rough but practical temporary houses, public facilities built on the basis of the solid framework of the old factory, and simple machine stations scattered around the city with the standard of "barely enough" And the medical station, even if these things are arranged neatly, there is not much beauty to speak of.

Since the last "beacon" was ignited, Agondor has become the largest gathering place on this plain. More and more compatriots in distress gathered in this refuge. Some of them were discovered by the patrolling team. Some came to seek asylum on their own initiative. These compatriots eased the urgent need for labor, but also put forward a severe test for Agondor's carrying capacity, so everything here is practical—no matter how it looks, at least first Make sure that your compatriots have a tile to cover them.

However, in Heragor's view, this hastily built city of refuge may not be beautiful enough, but it carries another kind of "beauty" that touches the soul. Those rough and even ugly buildings are filled with a certain kind of vitality It is the "soul" that the dragons have lost for 1.87 million years. Compared with it, all the splendor and magnificence of Tarrond in the past seemed more like a carved beam and painted building to Heragor. Tomb—the bones buried in it have long since rotted away.

The sound of footsteps came from beside him, waking Heragor from his thoughts. The former supreme dragon priest looked around and saw Andal's figure appearing on the high platform.

"The mission led by Melita has returned from Loren," Andal said to Heragor, "They are currently resting in 'Coastal County'."

"Binhai County" is the name given by the dragons to the forward camp on the Broken Coast. Now, as the scale of that camp gradually expands, the boundaries of the safe zone along the Broken Coast have gradually stabilized. This is a slightly poetic and beautiful yearning Gradually, the name has a little taste of being worthy of the name.

Heragore nodded: "The last news they sent was that the Theocracy Council was formally established and the first batch of supplies from the Food Committee will be gathered in Cecil North Port in the near future - both news are enough to inspire everyone's fighting spirit, Especially number two."

"We didn't expect that the Loren kingdoms would organize such an aid force on such a large scale and so quickly," Andal said with emotion, "According to our expectations, even if Melita persuaded In some of the wealthiest human nations, the preparation of aid materials will have to wait until at least the end of summer in the northern hemisphere...or even until the end of autumn, and before that we will have to face food shortages that may last for several months."

"Gawain Cecil... This time, Tarrond owes a huge favor." Heragor said in a deep voice.

"Before our god left, it seemed that the biggest change in this season's civilization would focus on that human being," Andal thought thoughtfully, "He even handed over his inheritance to him for this reason— —Although we have broken free from the shackles of belief, we still have to admit that the judgment of gods is far longer than that of mortals."

"Inheritance..." Heragor's expression suddenly became a little weird when he heard Andal's words, "Actually, I'm still a little unsure until now. After the god left, he left a message saying that he would hand over 'all of this' to Gao. Vin Cecil, does this 'everything' include the egg - after all, there are two interpretations of this sentence, 'everything' can also refer to 'everything' in terms of knowledge and intelligence..."

"Why did you suddenly think of this again?" Andal couldn't help asking, "We have already sent that egg over."

"...that's true," Heragor thought for a while, then smiled, "Maybe I'm just a little sensitive on this matter—in any case, this land is not only our cage, it also bound Him After millions of years, if he still knows about the 'inheritance' left by him, he will be happy if he can leave here and go to the distant land of Loren."

"I think so."