Chapter 1147 Blood Relatives

The latest website: After staring at the Broken Coast for a long time, the red dragon Calador looked back, then he raised his head, and with the huge dragon wings spread high, he soared into the sky from the small floating island and flew towards a A large floating island that is large enough to support a town, located in the sea above the southern coast of the town.

In that devastating battle of killing gods, the huge energy released by the Dragon God almost permanently changed the appearance of this ancient continent, and as the most severely impacted southeast coast, the changes here are particularly amazing—a fragmented The coastline and the collapsed and disappeared cliffs are only part of it. Those floating islands, large and small, are far more unimaginable than the changes on the surface... and have more potential for development and exploration.

According to the judgment of the three great dragon leaders, the chaotic magical environment above the Broken Coast and the charging state of the floating island itself will cause these lands torn from the Tarrond continent to float in the next thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Above the surface of the sea, and between these islands filled with the power of the Dragon God, active energy surges and unstable spatial structures have spawned many natural phenomena to be studied.

In the early days of the establishment of Binhai County, the pioneering team lacked sufficient combat power and supplies, so they could only watch the islands floating near their heads from a distance. The material channel between Gondor has been opened, and the dragons in Binhai County have now successfully expelled the elemental creatures and hostile spirits entrenched on several major floating islands, and set up observation posts, research institutes, etc. on some of the islands. Facilities such as energy stations and energy stations—the island that Calador flew to was the first to be cleared, and now it has become a permanent stronghold.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy flapping wings, the huge red dragon landed smoothly on a rock platform at the edge of the floating island. I can't feel the slightest shaking, I just feel as solid as on the ground.

In front of the rocky platform, a metal tower that was obviously put together with recycled materials from the ruins was running in the cold wind. It was composed of several cylinders and exposed pipes and cables. Occasionally, subtle sparks can be seen jumping between the crystals on the top. Several dragons in human form are busy around the facility. They just nodded hurriedly to signal the arrival of the "manager" Calador, and then Soon back to work.

This is a very natural phenomenon in today's Tarrond - after the war, the red tape that gradually became complicated and useless due to the long-term social closure and solidification of the old era has disappeared like those meaningless extravagant reliefs, in the harsh wilderness The survival process made the dragons quickly realize that only efficiency and hard work are the key to maintaining the survival of the group, especially near key facilities such as communications and energy, where improvised equipment is often prone to problems, so technicians Even if they meet three ancient dragons in person, they will only nod their heads.

Calador transforms into human form,

When he came to the tower-like facility, he nodded to a mechanic who was monitoring the data: "How is the situation of the communication tower? Has there been a sudden interruption like last time?"

"No, it seems to be able to operate smoothly," the mechanic said without turning his head. "At present, we can stably contact Agondor and the stronghold on the Cracked Rock Mountain, but it is beyond the signal if it is farther away." The range of coverage...continuing to increase the power of the antenna will not help, but will affect the life of these parts."

"...No way, the refurbished equipment dug out of the ruins can only do so much, and the energy interference on the surface is too strong." Calador shook his head helplessly, and he looked into the distance. Smaller floating islands that were closer appeared in his field of vision. On one of the islands, he could also see another smaller antenna device—that device was actually connected to the communication tower in front of him. The two sets of antennas work together to increase the communication power of this communication station, but obviously, even this has limited effect.

"Setting the antennas on these islands floating in the sky can minimize the interference of the energy vortex on the surface," the mechanic responded casually, with a trace of regret in his tone, "Hey...the main reason is that the equipment is in bad condition. If we can get the gain unit produced in the newly restarted factory in Agondor, we can contact the stronghold of Vortex Island."

Calador sighed: "No way, there are only a few factories that can still operate. We need to use the production capacity in more important places-first of all, we must ensure stable communication with the west coast guard post. Before all the equipment on the line is replaced with new parts, it will not be our communication tower."

"West coast guard post..." The mechanic finally shifted his gaze away from the equipment in front of him a little, the middle-aged dragon frowned, and said with some concern, "Are you referring to the guard post that monitors that high tower? "

"It can only be them," Calador nodded. "Currently the only stronghold on the west coast is that guard post."

The mechanic was silent for two seconds, shook his head lightly and sighed: "Well, then their side is indeed more important than ours... To be honest, I admire those dragons who signed up to go to the west coast. Flying around the long coastline to the other side of Tarrond, to monitor that terrible tower, and to find a way to deal with half of the supplies... I just hope they are safe."

"This is the responsibility we must bear," Calador said in a deep voice, "We have left enough mess in this world."

"Responsibility..." The mechanic repeated the word Calador mentioned in a low voice. He didn't say anything more, and refocused on the work in front of him. Almost at the same time, a piece of crystal connected to the communication tower The curtain suddenly brightened, and the sound and light effect representing the communication access caught Calador's attention.

"Connected." Calador said almost subconsciously, but the unresponsive crystal curtain made him react quickly - the Omega system is no longer there, and these crude and primitive equipment will not respond to his "instructions" .

He shook his head, and took a step forward to manually activate the flashing symbol on the curtain. Accompanied by a slight noise and explosion, the face of a young dragon appeared on the curtain—a correspondent from Binhai County.

"Member Carador," the young Dragon Clan said, "The southern observation post just sent a messenger to report back, and they saw a large group of strange... Dragon Clan appearing in the sky above the open sea, flying towards the Broken Coast at high speed, our equipment has not yet We can establish communication with them, do we need to send the town guard to take off and intercept it?"

"Unfamiliar... dragon? Came from the south?" Calador was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and his expression became very solemn in an instant, "Don't intercept it, just send the dragon to guide them to land at the landing site in Binhai County. Hurry over there."

"Yes, Congressman Calador." The correspondent nodded immediately, and then ended the communication. The mechanic standing beside Calador couldn't help asking: "Member, those strange dragons are..."

Calador looked complicated and serious. He looked into the mechanic's eyes for a long time before breaking the silence with a low voice: "That's our...blood relative."

A moment later, the huge red dragon had risen from the floating island and flew straight towards the Binhai County landing site. A group of dragons flying from the southern seas, bathed in the radiance of the polar day.

As the dragons approached, the residents of Binhai County quickly noticed the strange dragons flying in from the outside world. Whether they were hunting near the sea, expelling monsters outside the town, or working in the town, these towers The dragons of Lund turned their eyes to the sky outside the town in amazement——

They saw dragons so different from themselves coming out of the clouds and descending toward the shattered shores of Tarrond. With a brilliance like steel, on this cold and windy afternoon, in this war-torn land, this scene was strongly imprinted in the hearts of almost every witness like a sign of fate , perhaps until thousands of years later, these pioneers and rebuilders who worked diligently in their new homes will firmly remember this scene:

A group of strange dragons flew from the south and visited this ancient dragon kingdom as outsiders, and then broke a barrier that lasted for 1.87 million years.

Under the leadership of the guide, a group of dragons formed by hundreds of dragons landed on the landing field outside Binhai County, and the local dragons who lived in this pioneering stronghold had already come from various places at this time, and Gathered outside the landing arena with expressions of both curiosity and astonishment.

They looked at the alien dragons—the latter were obviously smaller than the local dragons in Tarrond, but they also had a majestic head, scales, and wings. Their wing structures seemed weird and shriveled , but there are huge wings made of steel covering the outer edges of their wings, and not just wings, the armor-like mechanical armor actually covers nearly half of their body surface, from alloy cast visors to belts There are a large number of rune devices and mounting structures on the back armor and breastplate, from the wings made of steel to the spine-like cladding plate extending from the tail, these foreign dragons can be said to be fully armed, like a moving steel fortress generally.

For the Tarrond dragons who are accustomed to sophisticated and advanced implants, the mechanical armor on these outsiders is a product completely different from their technical route, and the novelty they bring... is not even inferior to the "outsider" itself.

Calador, who landed on the landing field ahead of time, has already walked forward, and transformed into a human form while taking steps—most of the dragons from the lower Tarrond have never seen the "Dragonborn" with their own eyes. Even if they knew about the existence of the Holy Dragon Principality, they didn't know much about its details, so he chose to contact these "compatriots" from the Holy Dragon Principality by himself for the first time, in order to avoid uncontrolled situations as much as possible.

This "reunion" has been delayed for too many years, and he does not want any surprises.

When Calador walked forward, among the group of heavily armed alien dragons, a giant dragon with fiery red scales also stepped out. Heat and light mist were released between the energy grids, and then a light curtain hung down. The body of the dragon was folded and shrunk into the elemental field. A tall woman with long hair and fiery red shawl walked out of the light curtain. came out and came to Calador.

Witnessed by the two dragon groups, Calador took the lead to break the silence by taking a step forward: "Hello, I am the current manager of Binhai County, Calador."

"Azalena, the Dragon Seal Witch, represents the Holy Dragon Principality," the tall red-haired lady stood there straight, raised her head in the cold wind of the Arctic Continent and stared at the pure-blooded red dragon in front of her, "We are here to help of."

"Thank you very much!" Calador took a deep breath, "On behalf of the Temporary Jury of Tarrond, I thank you and welcome you for coming—please come with me, and I will arrange a place for you to stay. In addition Food is already being prepared in town..."

"As long as there is a place to stay, we brought our own food and medicine." Azalena waved her hand. Behind her, the dragons covered in mechanical armor were cooperating with each other to fix the large container warehouse on their backs. Unloaded on the ground, the four sides of the containers are equipped with gravity-controlling runes and energy interfaces, and the front is sprayed with a striking human lingua franca word: Glenn Heavy Industry.

They are apparently devices from the Cecil Empire.

"As I said, we are here to help - we will handle the food ourselves, and we only need a place to live," Azalena saw that Carrador was a little dazed, and raised her voice slightly, "We There are a lot of people, and what you see is only the first batch—the second batch just took off from Longyue Cliff, and I’m afraid you won’t be able to live in this town by then, so it’s good to prepare an open area, and we’ll build our own camp.”

Calador opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't organize any words for a while.

The dragon descendants...they came. After being "exiled" by Tarrond for so many years, they brought the urgently needed support to this land without complaint. What kind of mood did they take off from Longyue Cliff? Why can they do this step? What are they thinking right now? How did they see Tarrond today?

Calador, who has lived for a long time, can't get an answer at this moment, but he knows that this is definitely not the time to explore the answer.

"We will do our best to support you," the old pure-blooded red dragon nodded to the young "Dragonborn" from the Holy Dragon Principality in front of him, "Agondor will also send someone to contact you soon... We really, really need support now, and your arrival will greatly ease the difficulties encountered in opening up strongholds."

"That's good, we are here to solve the problem," Azalena said casually, and looked back at the temporary port on the coastline, "Why, hasn't the fleet from North Port arrived yet?"

Calador was stunned, and immediately reacted: "We only received the news at noon today. They have just crossed the Eternal Storm Sea, and they should not arrive until tomorrow at the earliest..."

"Really? Aha, we set off many days late, but in the end we arrived before them," Azalena laughed, with a tone of teasing someone, "Fortunately, that guy wrote a letter last time. Bragging about being on the fastest warship in the world—I almost believed it."

Calador was confused, he didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, so he couldn't open his mouth at this time, but he probably guessed that the young dragonborn lady was teasing someone in the United Fleet. It made him a little dumbfounded——

Ma'am, you guys flew here...