Chapter 1146 The Fleet Heading North

The latest website: The human fleet that has never been seen in history is sailing to the ancient and unknown country in the open sea. The surging power brought by the magic machine splits the waves. The ancient race from the deep sea and the legendary dragon lead the route together, sheltering The safety of the fleet - almost everyone thought that such a scene would only appear in the stories of bards.

Byron was looking into the distance on the deck of the Winter, and the oncoming cold wind carried the fishy smell from the ocean. At some point, he was completely accustomed to this smell and the magnificence produced when facing the boundless sea. and a sense of shock.

A sound of flapping wings suddenly came from the sky, and Byron raised his head subconsciously, and saw a black giant dragon approaching the deck of the Winter like a dark cloud falling from the sky—this huge figure was already on the deck before it completely landed. In the chaotic light and shadow, it quickly turned into a human form, a young man with short black hair, brown skin, black eyes and a happy smile.

This is one of the "escorts" sent by Tarrond to protect the fleet and guide the route, named Mokrul.

The black dragon in human form landed on the deck, walked briskly to Byron's side, and at the same time said in a relaxed tone: "We are crossing the Eternal Storm Sea, luckily, the weather along the way is very good... the sea conditions are also very good. it is good."

"This is the Sea of ​​Eternal Storm? That big and terrifying storm back then?" Byron suddenly showed a look of astonishment. He raised his head and looked around the sea that was slowly undulating in the breeze. Except for the very far, far away place, it can be seen. Except for the shadows of some islands and reefs, there is nothing in this sea area, "I didn't see anything..."

"Because the ancient power that once entrenched in this sea area has completely dissipated, and the things that once stood here no longer exist," the black dragon youth shook his head lightly, and his relaxed and happy appearance was now somewhat solemn , "Our current location is an ancient launch site. There was a fateful battle that changed everything here...but now, everything is in the past."

As he spoke, he lowered his head, as if looking through layers of decks and cabins, to see the scene in the distant deep sea: "However, there are still some things left on the bottom of the sea, which are ancient and undestroyed by war. The ruins represent the past glory of Tarrond... maybe one day, we will reproduce those ancient technologies."

"For short-lived human beings, that's really a very distant history," Byron shrugged. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I would never have thought that there are so many forgotten people hidden in this world." secret."

"I heard that you were an adventurer," the black dragon youth laughed, looking at Byron with some curiosity, "I also heard that you explored ancient ruins when you were young, in the forgotten jungle Searching for lost history, is this all true?"

Byron was slightly taken aback,

The corner of his mouth was twitching strangely: "Well... I was an adventurer back then. In our human society, adventurers and adventurers are different, do you understand?"

"Is that so?" The black dragon youth was suddenly a little surprised, "I thought these two words meant the same thing... Sorry, I have never left Tarrond before, and I don't know much about the vocabulary of the human world. Is there any difference between occupations?"

Byron thought about it seriously, and began to explain the valuable experience he had summed up in his life to the escort in front of him: "Simply put, adventurers want money and don't care about life, and adventurers don't want money or life..."

Escort Mo Kelu suddenly showed a thoughtful look, and at the same time asked casually: "Then it costs money and life?"

"It's a smart man who wants both money and life," Byron immediately straightened his bandit-like navy cloak and messy hair, and said solemnly, "such a man later became an admiral of the navy."

...

The bow of the Mary on Ice cleaves the cold breaking waves of the northern seas, and the deep roar from the machinery running in the engine room has been filtered by several layers of compartments and silencer runes, turning into a barely noticeable buzz. The sound came from the depths of the deck. The old man in a short black robe and a black soft hat leaned against the railing on the side of the ship, looking into the distance with excited and expectant eyes. A large heavy parchment book was floating Beside him, an unattended quill was writing rapidly, leaving lines of words and symbols on the blank pages of the large parchment book.

Footsteps came from behind, and a young woman dressed as an adventurer passed by. After seeing the old man leaning on the railing, the lady in a hunting suit and a weapon on her waist stopped curiously: "Mo Mr. Dill... what are you doing?"

"Can't you see it? Observe and record," Mordir said without turning his head. "Pay attention to all the interesting details you see during your journey, and record them accurately and timely. This is the basic quality of an adventurer." .”

"That's right... It's a pity that I'm just an adventurer, and I don't quite understand what an 'adventurer' like you is after," the young lady waved her hand, "Anyway, as long as you don't suddenly jump into the sea to chase sharks or Things like flying up into the sky and racing dragons all of a sudden... Although the crew on the ship have now established that you are a powerful spellcaster, please think more about the ordinary people with weak nerves who serve as crew Think, they're not the kind of well-trained Imperial soldiers aboard the Winter."

"Ah... oh, oh yes, you are right, Miss Laura," Modil finally turned his head from the view over the side of the ship, and patted his head belatedly, "please rest assured, now I will When this kind of thing happens, it is hidden in advance."

The corners of the mouth of the young female adventurer named Laura twitched—after a sea journey, the adventurers on the "Ice Mary" are already familiar with each other, although they can't reach the battlefield where they experience life and death together Friendship, but according to "industry habits", everyone can be regarded as teammates in a large adventure team, and she has gradually become familiar with the powerful mage named Modil in front of her from the beginning of awe and vigilance . In all fairness, this old mage who seems to have a memory problem is actually a very easy-to-get-together person. He is very powerful, but he does not have the arrogance and coldness of the old-school mage. People around are nervous.

As a great adventurer (at least that's what he calls himself), Modir has done a lot of random things along the way, such as jumping off the boat suddenly when he senses the breath in the deep sea, seeing the dragon The sky escort suddenly flew up to stand shoulder to shoulder with the dragon and so on. To be honest, if she hadn’t confirmed it personally, Laura would have suspected that the main purpose of this old man’s participation in the adventure group was to die on the way...

Thoughts of disrespect for the elders turned in her mind, and Laura quickly calmed down her wandering thoughts, and then looked curiously at the large parchment book floating beside the old mage. As a senior hunter with fairly good living conditions, she had read some books before the empire promoted general education, and she also considered herself a "learned" one among the five big and three rough adventurers, but when her When his eyes scanned the densely packed words and symbols on the pages of the book, a sudden doubt rose from the bottom of his heart—maybe all the books he read in the past twenty years were fake?

"The things you recorded..." The young huntress rubbed her eyes, "Why can't I understand a single word?"

"Aha, it's really not easy to understand... I'm sorting out the changes in the magical environment on the sea and the disturbance law between the disordered turbulence and the upper atmosphere during the entire voyage," Modil laughed suddenly, and the corners of his eyes were full of spirits , "I didn't just record it casually. Do you know that there is a team of scholars accompanying the ship? They shoulder the responsibility of recording distant sea weather and magic data, and accumulating data for the imperial ocean exploration project. I talked with them a few days ago. One scholar said they needed my records - so I'm essentially even serving the Empire at this point..."

Laura looked at the old mage in surprise: "I can't tell, you still have... how do you say that very fashionable saying? Oh, you have a sense of responsibility as an imperial citizen."

"Is that so? Probably." The old mage scratched his gray hair and said with some uncertainty, "I think I should do something for this country... some kind of... sense of duty? I seem to be It's my duty to do something..."

The eyes of the old man suddenly became a little confused, as if his fragile memory system was caught in an endless loop all of a sudden, something that had been completely forgotten but left a subtle imprint on his instincts troubled him, and Laura was no longer the first time Seeing the old mage fall into this strange state once, she immediately spoke, her voice raised a little deliberately: "Old man, you record so many things every day, and you have persisted in recording them for so many years, even if you don't sort out and revise these things I'm afraid it's already an astonishing work, right?"

Being interrupted by the huntress, Modil seemed to wake up in an instant, and he immediately shook his head with a smile: "It is probably a bit exaggerated to say that it is a work, I am not a person who is good at writing books... But I am indeed a person in my life. A lot of things have been recorded. Have you seen this thick book? I have filled it..."

Halfway through his voice, he suddenly got stuck, and the trance state caused by the lack of memory seemed to reappear. The old mage frowned a little bit, and muttered in a low voice as if talking to himself: "I recorded a lot of things, I remember ... There is a record that I have lost, it seems to have been lost many, many years ago... There are many great adventures recorded in it, and I seem to have lost them..."

Seeing that Modil fell into a trance again, Laura couldn't help but said loudly again: "Old man, you..."

"Ah, don't be so loud, girl," Modil suddenly turned his head, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes had recovered, and he waved his hand gently, "Thank you for your concern, actually I'm fine I have come here for so many years... maybe I have lived for too long, there are some problems with my memory, and even my soul... seems to have a little problem, but overall everything is good, at least not reduced to To the point of being cared by a junior like you."

The old mage breathed a sigh of relief, as if calming down the restless and empty memory, while Laura looked into the old man's eyes, and said hesitantly after a long time: "I heard...you went to Tarrond for Find something?"

"Ah, yes, I mentioned this to Mr. Azkar on the ship," Mordir smiled gently, "I'm going to Tarrond to find something...it's very important to me s things."

"Why did you lose something in the kingdom of dragons?" Laura said in disbelief. "That was a country that was once blocked by an eternal storm on the other side of the ocean. Except for dragons, no mortal creature can come and go freely..."

"I don't know, I don't remember all of it," Modil shook his head, and said slowly, "I don't know what I'm looking for, and I don't know where the 'thing' is, I just have a The feeling that I've lost something very important in Tarrond...I must go and get it back."

His voice was slow and firm, as if carrying a kind of attachment from the soul. The brilliance of the giant sun poured down from the sky. At this moment, the bright sunlight seemed to penetrate the body of the old mage, making his whole body shudder. It became hazy and transparent, and he could even vaguely see the vast sea scenery behind him——

Lola's heart skipped a beat, and she blinked hastily, only to find that the scene just now had disappeared like a hallucination. The old mage stood there, his figure was real, it didn't become hazy and illusory, and there was no sunlight shining through his translucent body. .

...

On the mainland of Tarrond, on the broken coastline along the southeast coast, the newly built Coastal County is bathed in the brilliance of the polar day.

The red dragon Calador stood on a small floating island floating in the air outside the city, squinting his eyes to watch the movement of the sea and the coast.

A newly built wall protects the residential area in the safe zone of the coastline. The wall is built with a mixture of huge stones and molten metal. Although it is far from being as exquisite and luxurious as the palace walls and pavilions of the past, it reveals a roughness under the sun. Compared with the previous "shelter nests" that were hastily piled up with ruins and rubbish, these walls have at least undergone more serious planning and design and more regular construction. Recently, a relatively sufficient labor force and new workers from nearby islands The quarried building materials made the walls at least tidy and strong-at least they were real city walls, not windshields piled up with garbage.

At this time, the hunting team had already gone to sea, and the soldiers who were responsible for cleaning up the wild areas around the town had not yet returned, and the dragons who were responsible for building houses and leveling the land were busy in the large open space on the outer edge of Binhai County, without any members Most of the time is spent in vain, and no energy is wasted in irrelevant places.

Calador withdrew his gaze towards the town, and suddenly had a more real understanding of the word "alive" in his heart.

This is an experience that the giant dragons have never experienced. It is an unimaginable scene in the "cradle period". It is difficult, distressed, full of challenges and embarrassments, but...

Labor can change the environment, and hard work can guarantee one's own survival. The establishment and maintenance of Binhai County requires the dedication of every ethnic group member. All individuals are valuable, and all hard work is meaningful.

This is indeed the feeling of "being alive", not so beautiful, not so easy, not as romantic as imagined, and even a little painful, but... It's good to be alive.

(Recommend a book, "I just want to be self-reliant", the theme of urban reality, after the protagonist is reborn, he is unwilling to be the second generation of dismantling and waiting to die, and chooses a story of self-reliance. I rarely recommend books with this theme, but recently I haven't pushed the book for too long, so I have to sacrifice to heaven.)