Chapter 1194 Invitation and Meeting

The latest website: Master Mordir is an incredible person, and he has been famous among the adventurers who have been out for action recently-the deeds of blasting an elemental lord into slag with seventeen terrifying spells are of course The main reason, but there is another reason that made the old man famous, and that is the promotion that Laura and his partners spared no effort several times after they returned to the camp.

Of course, in the eyes of the young Huntress, the main publicity comes from her unreliable partners - of course she herself is honest and reliable, her words are cautious, low-key and thoughtful.

And in the publicity of her unreliable partners, the deeds of the old mage Mordir have gradually upgraded from "seventeen shots of magic to kill the elemental lord" to "one shot of the forbidden spell smashed the flame giant", and then slowly Upgraded to "Throw a fireball and blow up the entire valley (including the flame giant by the way)", the latest version is like this:

During the encounter, the old mage Mordir let out a roar, cast a flash spell, then swung his staff and rushed up to smash the elemental lord into pieces, and then rushed into the elemental crack, charging across the fire elemental world After killing countless people, after leveling the lava plain, he pushed the head of the Fire Elemental Prince into the magma river, beat him up and left calmly, and sealed the elemental rift by the way (with the door closed when he left)...

Of course, this latest version is unbelievable. It was born after a certain adventurer had an extremely serious alcoholism, which fully proves a wise saying among adventurers: the more you drink, the bigger the scene, and the sooner you get drunk. The better your skills.

But no matter how weird these various rumor versions are, the adventurers in the camp at least agree on one thing: the old mage Mordir is very strong, and he is a strong man who can make everyone in the camp awe-although he "Professional level to be determined" is still written on his identity card, but almost everyone firmly believes that this eccentric old man has reached legend.

As for why such a powerful legendary mage would be willing to mingle among adventurers... The old mage himself explained to the outside world that it was "for the sake of adventure", but basically no one in the camp believed it. So far, there have been countless versions of speculation circulating in private, and every time an "insider" gets drunk in a tavern, several new versions will emerge.

Does the mighty mage Mordir know about these gossips? I'm afraid she knows that although Laura hasn't had much contact with this level of powerhouse, she doesn't think that the rabble in the camp thinks that their "private" chats can hide the perception of a legend, but the old mage has never He always ran around happily, greeted everyone, registered, handed over, exchanged supplies and made new partners like an ordinary adventurer, as if immersed in some kind of huge He couldn't extricate himself from the fun, just like his current performance: with joy and curiosity on his face, he watched the wonderful landscape of the crystal rock hills with other adventurers.

After a short break, several adventurer teams were reassigned,

Started to perform security tasks in the open area around the crystal rock hill, and the fellow dragon warriors began to set up various facilities and devices they brought from New Agondor on this commanding height——Lola looked at the "hill" ", Between the jagged crystalline rock pillars, she saw dazzling flames erupting from time to time. It was the dragons who were using dragon breath to weld solid alloy plates. They first set up several staggered protective barriers at the new gathering point. Wall, and then install basic energy stations, shield generators, and high-power communication devices inside the protective wall. It shouldn't take long.

In fact, a temporary communication station had already been established on the crystal rock hill: before this safe channel was opened, an advance team of dragon clan composed of elites flew directly over the plain full of monsters and elemental fissures, and set up a small communication station on the top of the mountain. Communication towers and energy stations are used to maintain the communication between Agondor and the Western Continent. However, the power of the temporary communication station is limited, it is difficult to supply, and it may be cut off from the base camp by wandering monsters at any time. Therefore, the new Agondor sent a follow-up team with the purpose of opening up this route and trying to establish a real camp here.

Modil walked with Laura, and he looked up at the sky from time to time, his eyes sweeping over the turbid clouds. The polar day in this land is coming to an end, and the night that will last for half a year will continue to cover the whole of Tarrond. The dim light of the sky is reflected in the depths of the sunken eye sockets of the old mage, and he suddenly sighed: "It's not easy... "

Laura was taken aback by the endless exclamation: "What did you say? What's not easy?"

"Can you see the huge and chaotic energy fields covering this continent? Miss Laura, you are also a transcendent, if you concentrate, you should be able to see them too," the old mage said quietly, "These energy fields are The products left over from the war, I don’t know how long it will take the dragons to completely neutralize and purify them, and before they completely dissipate, it is not easy to maintain long-distance communication in this land... The high-power communication station is a very heavy burden for today's Dragon Clan, but they still insist on rebuilding order in such a harsh environment, and they never thought of abandoning this land..."

"...Maybe the dragons are just like human beings, they have nostalgia for their hometown." Laura thought for a while, then shook her head slightly and said, "I don't know much about the dragons, but you, have you found what you were looking for? ?”

Hearing Laura's question, Mordir was silent for a moment, and then smiled faintly: "It's not that easy... I have been tossed by this illusory sense of guidance and confusion about my own memory for many years. I have seen the hope of understanding the curtain countless times, but in the end it was just a waste of time, so even when I came to this land, I didn't expect to find any answers in a short time—it was even possible, the so-called The answer simply doesn't exist.

"Miss Laura, I haven't found it yet. I don't know what the thing I lost is, and I don't know what the relationship between this land and me is. Let's take it one step at a time... In fact, even if I don't find anything in the end, I won't find it." It's okay, I don't feel sorry, it was an extraordinary adventure after all, at least I gained a lot of insights that I never had before."

The old mage looked quite optimistic, but his free and easy attitude made Laura, who wanted to comfort her, feel at a loss as to what to say. In the end, she had no choice but to smile back and nodded slightly: "After so many days in Tarrond, I I also gradually began to understand a sentence you once said to me-every adventure has its own value, and the exploration process in the unknown field itself is the ultimate harvest."

As soon as her words fell, a sound of flapping wings suddenly came from high above, interrupting the conversation between the two. Luo La followed the prestige, only to see a huge black figure slowly descending from the sky, a huge black dragon descended from the sky, and was enveloped by a brilliance during the landing process, when the brilliance dissipated, the dragon had already Transformed into a girl in a black dress with a calm and introverted temperament and short hair around her ears, she walked towards Mordir.

Laura felt a little nervous subconsciously—it certainly didn't stem from any kind of "hostility" or "warning". After staying in Tarrond for so many days, she and other adventurers have already adapted to the existence of legendary creatures like giant dragons around them, as well as the civilization and friendliness of the dragons. Tension is still an unavoidable response when creatures fall from the sky.

Although it felt like she was worried for no reason, every time she saw the giant dragons landing, she couldn't help worrying that these behemoths would stumble and fall, and then sweep across the area... I don't know where this inexplicable association came from.

While thinking wildly, the black dragon girl with short black hair that reached the ears had already stepped in front of Modil, she bent slightly and greeted with a meticulous attitude: "Mr. Modil, sorry for the sudden incident—— The commander of the camp wants to meet with you, do you have time now?"

"Me? Commander wants to see me?" Modil pointed at himself in surprise, as if he hadn't thought that such a legend among adventurers should have attracted the attention of the upper echelon of the Dragon Clan long ago, "I know what it is Is it?"

"Sorry, I'm just in charge of sending messages," the black dragon girl shook her head, "but you can rest assured that this will not be a bad thing—your outstanding performance in the battle against the elemental lords is well known, I think... the upper level should be Want to give you a compliment?"

"Ah, that's a good thing," Lola immediately laughed, and nodded to the old mage beside him. "It seems that you have finally attracted the attention of the dragon clan managers, old man."

"Is it a good thing?" Modil squeezed the beard on his chin, seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly, "Well, as long as I don't plan to take back my adventure qualification certificate here, that thing costs money It's done—lead the way, girl, where is your commander now?"

"He has arrived at the temporary camp on Crystal Rock Hill," the black dragon girl nodded, "Do you mind being taken by me to fly? If not, I will take you there right away."

...

A moment later, on the upper layer of the crystal rock hill, on the temporary camp ground, a huge black dragon landed smoothly on the landing field, and before the giant dragon landed, a figure caught under the dragon's claws was already a step ahead. Jumped to the ground, and quickly ran to a safe place next to it.

Mordir, who was caught all the way by the dragon claw, patted the dust on his body, tidied up the clothes and beard that were blown by the wind, stared at the black dragon girl who was walking out of the glory, and waited for the other party to approach. Can't help but say: "I thought you said 'bring me here' to let me ride on your back - you didn't say you were going to grab it with your claws!"

The black dragon girl showed a hint of apology on her face: "I'm sorry, I... Actually, I don't mind letting a friend of Tarrond like you sit on my back, but I was injured in the previous battle, and my back... I'm afraid it's not suitable for you to..."

"Ah, needless to say, I understand," Modil hurriedly interrupted Miss Black Dragon, his face was a bit embarrassed, and he scratched the back of his head for two seconds before saying, "It's me who should be sorry, I was a little out of my mind when I spoke just now—please forgive me, for some reason, my mind is not in a normal state occasionally..."

While talking, he frowned slightly, and muttered as if he suddenly remembered something: "Besides, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that this kind of thing of being hung on the claws of a giant dragon... used to seem Like it happened."

The black dragon girl looked at the human mage who started talking to herself in confusion, and then she heard the other party ask herself: "Girl, do you know if there are any dragons in your dragon clan that are used to flying people with their claws?" ?”

"Ah? Using claws?" The black dragon girl was taken aback, and subconsciously said, "I have never heard of any ethnic group having this habit... At most, this should be regarded as a hobby of some individuals—if it is the old age If it is, it may be that the scales on the back have just been waxed, so I am not willing to be ridden by others."

"Is that so?" Modil touched his head, and quickly put this insignificant detail aside, "Forget it, this matter is not important—take me to see your commander first."

"Yes, Mr. Mordill."

Led by the black dragon girl, Mordir passed through the take-off and landing site of this temporary camp in a short time. After passing through several temporary barracks that were being welded and assembled, they came to a building made of steel and stones. In front of the large house that was built, the black dragon girl stopped in front of the door and lowered her head slightly: "I can only take you here - the leader wants to talk to you alone."

Mordir was a little distracted. He didn't notice that the word "commander" had been quietly replaced with the word "leader" which had a special meaning in Tarrond. He nodded subconsciously. Miss Heilong, who looked very young, but may have lived for forty thousand years, left the scene without a sound. Only a metal cast gate stood quietly in front of the old mage, and opened a gap by itself.

Modil was taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

He came to an open room with bright lights, and the light emitted from several luminous spheres on the roof illuminated this place with simple furnishings and a clear structure. He saw a table and a few chairs in the center of the room, surrounded by simple and durable metal shelves and some magical devices in operation, and a tall figure with blond hair in a pale gold robe Standing in front of the window not far away, when Modil cast his gaze over, this figure just turned his head.

Heragor, leader of Tarrond.

Modil was a little dazed. After carefully looking at this dragon who couldn't tell the age or depth for a long time, he frowned and asked, "Who are you? You don't look like an ordinary camp. commander."

Heragor seemed to be preparing an opening speech, but at this moment he couldn't help laughing at Mordir's active inquiry: "I thought every adventurer would have a little impression of me, especially one like you Mage—after all, I also showed up at the welcome ceremony at the adventurer camp."

Mordir blinked, and shook his head a little apologetically: "Sorry, my memory...is not so reliable occasionally. So who are you?"

"You may call me Heragor," the leader of Tarrond said gently, "I am the ruler of the land under your feet."