Chapter 1195

The latest website: Heragor, the ruler of the continent of Tarrond—it is said that there are three leaders of the dragon, who are in charge of knowledge, technology and authority. The Dominator Dragon is not currently in Tarrond, but the authoritative Dominant Dragon is the awe-inspiring Heragor, the ancient dragon who once served the Dragon God and flagrantly raised the flag of rebellion, and is also the leader of the three ancient giants. One of the heads of the dragon.

Even if Tarrond is now in decline, even if the dragons even need the aid of the Alliance to survive this winter, the mighty and awesome Great Dragon is still one of the apex individuals in all mortal kingdoms, so listen to After Heragor's self-introduction, even Modil couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth after a few seconds to make a sound: "Ahhh—this is really surprising."

Then he shook his head: "They told me that a camp commander wanted to see me. I didn't expect it to be a big man like you..."

"Please forgive me, because I don't want to be too noticeable-adventurers have had a hard time adapting to life in Tarrond, and you know, they are very good at... processing infinite Wonderful story," Heragor said, shaking his head helplessly, and then pointed to a chair opposite him, "Please sit down, Mr. Mordir, you can relax a bit."

Modil glanced suspiciously at the leader of the Dragon Clan in front of him, then at the chair in front of him, and then sat down slowly, and frowned unobtrusively at the same time: "Then can we talk now? A person like you How could such a leader have the time to come to me, an ordinary adventurer, in person? Don’t say that you also believed the saying that “Prince of Fire Element was beaten violently in the magma river with an old fist”... "

"An ordinary adventurer?" Heragor watched Mordir sit down, and raised his eyebrows after hearing what the other said, "Is this how you define yourself? You are really just an 'ordinary' familiar adventurer'?"

"Otherwise?" Modil pointed to himself, "I think it is more appropriate to use the word 'adventurer' to describe myself. I am still different from ordinary adventurers."

Heragor didn't speak for a while, just stared at the old magician in front of him quietly, as if he was judging some inner essence of this "human being" in some way, his gaze carried the power to penetrate the truth, Even though there is no gift from the gods now, he, the former "half god", can see many things that ordinary people cannot see. After such observation lasted for several seconds, he finally retracted his gaze and frowned slightly.

"I heard that you have lost some memory, Mr. Mordir," the former dragon priest pondered over his words, "You don't know your origin, you don't know how many years you have been outside...you don't even know Is that how I traveled in my early years?"

"Strictly speaking,

It’s not just as simple as losing memory.” Modil thought for a while, and didn’t think it was necessary for a ruler like Heragor to harm himself, and he never concealed this matter from the outside world, so he He replied very frankly, "My memory sometimes seems very chaotic, intermittent, repeated, and regressive, and sometimes even some things that I don't think should be related to me come out of my mind—— —I really don't remember where I started my adventure, nor do I remember my parents, relatives, friends, family, hometown... I don't remember anything.

"Occasionally, I will recall some fragments of traveling in a certain place. I can clearly remember those intersections, those houses, and even the names of some local acquaintances, but when I try my best to find the place in my memory, I find that everything is missing. It is very different from my own impression, as if those memories have been processed by dreams; sometimes I will suddenly wake up from a strange place, I don’t remember how I got there at all, and the people around me tell me some What I just did a while ago sounds like I'm describing a stranger...

"I think I may be cursed by something, you know, a curse on the spiritual and soul level-this is probably related to one of my adventures. Maybe I touched some ancient heritage that shouldn't be touched? Enraged some ghost that wanders in the tomb? I tried to solve this problem, to find those ancient ruins that I have ventured, to try to lift the 'curse' I suffered, but it is not so easy. I don't even know Where have I been, and how can I figure out the source of the curse?"

Mordir spread his hands to end it, and Heragor nodded thoughtfully, and said casually: "This sounds very difficult, Mr. Mordir, your experience is sympathetic."

"I don't need sympathy very much-although many people will have this reaction after hearing my experience," Modil's attitude is quite calm, "I used to be anxious and angry, but I don't know how many years have passed. I've seen it. Compared with the past that I can't remember, there are still many unknown and novel areas waiting for me to explore in this world, and the new changes in this era are exciting enough. I am very glad that no matter what Losing my memory, at least my strength and a lot of knowledge are still there. These things allow me to live well in a relatively difficult environment. There is nothing more satisfying for an adventurer than this..."

This is an optimistic attitude that is almost unreasonable, and it is a "free and easy" that ordinary people cannot understand. Heragor doesn't know if this is the old mage's true words or the "epiphany" of giving up on himself after years of setbacks. , he was just frowning and thinking about something. Of course, this hesitant attitude could not hide from Modil's eyes. The old mage glanced at the dragon leader in front of him: "Honorable Heragor——I can see that you The interest in me is not just because an amnesiac adventurer made some 'movement' among the adventurers, please tell me, what do you want to see me for?"

"Actually, when we first found out that there was a legendary strongman who somehow got into the adventurer camp, we were just surprised and curious. The reconstruction work in Tarrond is heavy, and it is not worth investing too much experience. But soon I heard your name... Great strength, identity as an adventurer, the name Mordir, these elements combined reminded me of an event that happened not long before the 'Big Battle'. Heragor finally breathed out lightly, and while he was talking, he waved to the side, and some pages of books flew out of nowhere from a nearby shelf and landed on the table between the two of them.

"A dragon who was on a mission in Loren once brought back some information, and she also mentioned a name and an incredible travel book—oh, of course this is not the original, the original is not in Tarrond, this is my basis The original report is a small number of fragments transcribed from memory, but the above content should be exactly the same as the original text. You can take a look to see if you can recall anything."

Mordir watched the pages of the book fall in front of him, the eyes of the old mage seemed to tremble uncontrollably, some extraordinary intuition came to his heart, making the heart of this powerful old man thump - he pursued For so many years, something seemed to be really about to appear, appearing in this land that had just unveiled its mystery. Although he thought that he was ready for it countless times, when it was really possible, he My first reaction turned out to be to refuse to contact and understand.

But this sudden impulse of resistance was easily suppressed by him. With a wave of his hand, he summoned those pages to the air in front of him, and his eyes slowly scanned them.

"...On X, XX, I greeted my friends and made preparations for departure again. Everything at home has been properly arranged, and the plan has been fully prepared from 'returning smoothly in a short period of time' to 'death outside'. Saint-Sunil also said hello...

"The children seem to be quite critical of my new adventure plans...

"...The previous experience in the Shadowlands cannot be repeated. I should make proper preparations this time, such as finding a reliable teammate. I should clearly realize that I am a fragile mage, and charging into battle is not suitable for me... "

Lines of text swept across the field of vision, and many familiar and unfamiliar names and events touched Modil's fragmented, chaotic and disordered memory world like light and shadow passing from the water surface. His expression changed several times, and It took a long time to read the few pages of paper that were not too much content, and then he was stunned for more than ten seconds before finally hesitating to break the silence: "The records on this... are someone's adventure experience, yes Bar?"

"You really don't have the slightest impression of them?" Heragor leaned his upper body forward slightly, and asked seriously, "You didn't think of anything after seeing it?"

"Well, it looks like I guessed... This is the record I once left? Is it my travelogue?" Mordir read the answer from Heragor's attitude, but his expression was different. He only seemed more confused, "But I really don't have any memory at all, I have no memory at all...Family, friends, companions...I even had children? Did I really have these?"

The old mage muttered to himself, his eyes suddenly changing between sober and confused, but before he fell into complete confusion, Heragor's voice suddenly came from the side, and the magic power contained in the dragon's language made him instantly Sober up: "Mr. Mordir, please stay focused, we are just talking about a travelogue, and your spirit should be firmly anchored here."

"Oh, oh, stay focused, stay focused," Mordir woke up suddenly, his eyes scanned the pages that had fallen on the table again strangely, "I really don't remember them, sir, Do you know the full name of the person who left this travel note?"

"Mortil Wilde," Heragor nodded and said, "You still don't remember anything when you heard the last name?"

"Wild...Wild?" Mordir frowned, repeating this unique surname in the human world in a low voice, "I don't remember, I don't remember that I have this surname, but it is a little familiar, the surname of Wild ...Wait! I know, I've heard of it! The ruling family in the north of Ansu, the Duke of Wilder—huh?"

The expression of the old mage suddenly froze. He finally remembered where he had heard of this familiar surname. However, when this surname was connected with himself, great confusion surged from the bottom of his heart. Overwhelmed by his mind, he pointed at himself with a "how is this possible" look on his face, clearly in disbelief at his guess.

What he didn't expect was that the name Mordir Wilde had even disappeared from this world for six hundred years.

Heragor coughed lightly, and said carefully, "Mr. Mordir, this is just a clue, we should..."

He stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.

Modil in front of him had no reaction, just sat there sluggishly, maintaining the movement of raising his finger to point at himself.

Heragor squinted his eyes and glanced at the old mage, and then immediately reacted, outlining pale golden runes in the air, wanting to take some emergency measures to protect the soul and reset the mind, but before he took action Before, Mordir suddenly woke up again. The old mage blinked, as if the abnormality just now was just an illusion. He looked around, then looked at Heragor, and was confused for two seconds before he was not sure. He said, "What did we talk about just now? First, sir, do you have anything to show me?"

"...No, we have already read it, but there is no result, forget it," Heragor's expression did not change, he just waved his hand, and the few pages on the table instantly turned into dust and dissipated in the air. In the air, "Thank you very much for your willingness to talk to me about something, let's call it a day, you need to rest."

"Ah? Is it over?" Modil was confused and scratched his hair subconsciously, "Why do I feel that we have just started talking, and we are about to talk about the really important part..."

The old mage muttered, but soon stopped suddenly. He seemed to realize something, and looked at Heragor with a strange expression: "I was not in the right state just now?"

"...It's a bit scary," Heragor nodded. In front of a legendary mage like Mordir, many things in the supernatural field can be revealed at one point. "For the sake of your health, I don't think we should Keep talking."

"...I understand," Modil exhaled lightly, smiling with a complicated expression, then he slowly stood up, ready to turn around and leave, "Then it seems that I can only go to 'rest'. "

Heragor nodded, watching Mordir get up, but when the old mage was about to walk towards the door, he still broke the silence: "Mr. Mordir."

Modil stopped and turned his head: "Is there anything else?"

"You want to find something 'important' that you lost in this land, don't you?"

"Of course," Mordir nodded, "No matter who I say that to, this is my purpose."

"...Then, I will try my best to help," Heragor said slowly after a moment of consideration, "You can stay on this land for a few more days and wait patiently for a turning point."

Mordir glanced at the leader of the Dragon Clan in surprise, and asked curiously, "Why? Are the Dragon Clan such a generous and hospitable race?"

Heragor laughed: "The Dragon Clan is indeed generous and hospitable, but the more important reason is that I have an intuition that what you are looking for...may also have something to do with some of the things we are paying attention to."