Chapter 1196 Between Life and Death

The latest website: Hearing Heragor's answer, Mordir pondered for a moment, and then suddenly asked in a low voice: "I am suddenly a little curious... a long time ago, in a period that I have forgotten, I was Didn't you really come to this place?"

Heragor stared into Mordir's eyes, and nodded lightly after a long time: "Yes, you have visited Tarrond—although you did not directly set foot on this land."

Modil opened his eyes slightly: "So the curse I received was left here?"

"I'm afraid not." Heragor shook his head slowly, "at least from the existing clues, your state was still normal until you left this land that year - and it was normal after that for a long time."

Mordir fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking about, and he raised his head again after about half a minute: "Is there no way to tell me about this part? For example, it involves the secrets of Tarrond, or it may point to some kind of ' If it is the latter, I can understand, after all, I have traveled abroad for so many years... I have always come into contact with some weird things."

"Yes," Heragor nodded, "We can't discuss this matter in detail now-mainly because I'm not sure about the risks behind it. But if there is some progress in our work, I will Contact you as soon as possible."

"I believe this very much," Modil finally smiled again, then he exhaled lightly, turned his head to look at the exit of the room, "Then let's call it a day, I should go back and meet my companions."

"Are you planning to go back to the adventurer's camp?" Heragor had a surprised expression on his face, "I mean... as a legendary mage, you don't actually need to perform those tasks in the adventurer's camp. I can Arrange accommodation for you in New Agondor, although the conditions in Tarrond are difficult now, but at least in the core area, we can still provide more comfortable and considerate conditions."

Mordir thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Let's forget it—staying in a land full of unknowns and opportunities, but not being able to take risks and explore at will, no matter how comfortable and thoughtful the living conditions are for an adventurer. It's not a good thing. I prefer to stay with Lola and the others in the adventurer's camp, even if I don't go out, I can hear countless novel and interesting stories from the adventurers, which is more interesting to me."

"...I respect your choice," Heragor nodded slightly, "then please do your own thing—but if you suddenly think of something later, or need any help, you can always go through any one of the adventurer camps. Dragon Clerk contacted me - I've already spoken to them."

...

After leaving the big house and returning to the distribution point of the crystal rock hill temporary camp,

Modil saw Lola who was idling around beside the protective door and several familiar adventurers at first glance. The old mage showed a little smile on his face, and walked towards that side with big strides. Laura and the others also quickly noticed Modil's approach, and rushed forward one after another.

"Are you guys coming back from patrol?" Modil looked at Lola curiously after approaching, and asked casually.

"It's been a while since we've all been back," the young huntress said with a smile. "It's been a long time since you've been away—what did the camp commander talk to you about?"

"It really has been a long time..." Modil murmured to himself thoughtfully, then waved his hands indifferently, "I didn't talk about anything, I just asked about my origin, Let’s talk about the Fire Elemental Lord, nothing else.”

"That's all?" The two-handed swordsman in the team - the one who was pushed out by Mordir with a hundred-layer shield - suddenly showed obvious disappointment on his face, "I thought I could hear What 'internal arrangements'..."

The Druid on the side patted him on the shoulder casually: "Hey, it doesn't make much difference whether you can hear it or not. Anyway, you will be arranged for two more drinks later..."

The adventurers were joking around like this, and several teammates who had become familiar with each other chatted and laughed about it. However, the huntress Lola did not participate in it. She keenly noticed that the current situation of the old mage seemed to be a bit wrong. After a little hesitation, Still couldn't help asking: "Mr. Mordir, are you... all right? I don't think you look very well."

"Me? Face?" Modil was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously patted his cheek, "I'm fine... But maybe I'm a little tired, oh, I'm an elderly person after all, I can't do it with you young people compared to..."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the faces of the adventurers around him became weirder and weirder. The strong two-handed swordsman also subconsciously looked at Modil's old and crooked body - in all fairness, based on how he got along with him in the past few days After learning about it, the two-handed swordsman can't guarantee anything else. At least he can be sure that even if he fights with this old man for three rounds, he can go back and lie on the bed for a week. Confidently spraying blood all over the old man's face in one round... Does such a legendary master not consider other people's emotions when lamenting his life?

Laura's eyes kept falling on Mordier's face. The latter seemed to have completely returned to normal now, but she firmly believed that she had seen it right just now—in the short period of time just now, she clearly saw Mordier's face. There was an out-of-focus trance in Er's eyes, as if his soul had left, and the remaining body was completely driven by instinct to talk, which reminded her of her early years in a deserted place. The kind of undead encountered during missions in the underground palace...Of course, the ugly and rotten walking corpse looks completely different from the flesh and blood old mage in front of her. What she has is a "feeling", a feeling that only she can understand .

However, the old mage had fully recovered, and that weird feeling was no longer there. The young huntress blinked, and couldn't find any clues, so she could only deny her own judgment.

Probably just misread it.

...

Heragor watched Mordir leave the room, sensing the breath of the other party gradually going away, and then he waved his hand lightly, followed by a series of slight clicking sounds from the door not far away, and the door lock After it was completely closed, some dragon language runes that were originally hidden on the door, walls, roof and floor gradually emerged, shining mysteriously and changing brilliance under the light.

The former dragon priest carefully observed the state of each rune, and then he let out a sigh of relief. Then he came to a light golden column-shaped device placed in the corner, and activated the energy cycle in the device. There were a few creaking noises from inside the recently repaired device, and the crystal-coated surface covered by the upper half of the device finally condensed a clear image——Andal in the form of a dragon appeared in the picture, and his huge The head was facing this way, and there was a glimmer of light in the dark red mechanical prosthetic eyes.

Heragor frowned slightly: "Is there something wrong with your body?"

"Don't worry, I'm in good condition," Andal nodded slightly, "It's just that I need to release the main body and manually check the condition of these ancient implants. After all, although the old antiques I use on my body do not rely on Omi Ga systems are running, but they have been running for too long, and I don't want these old things to be in a bad state at this critical time."

Then the old ancient black dragon shook his head, lowered his head and looked at Heragor: "Let's not talk about my place, how is your situation? Have you been in contact with that Mordir mage?"

"I have contacted it, the situation is a bit complicated," Heragor nodded and said, "His memory and mental state are not quite right. Apart from not being able to remember his full name and origin, he also has some doubts about his adventure career. With disordered memory, it can be preliminarily ruled out that his memory was deleted at one time - this should be a long-term, endogenous state of confusion."

Andal was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "It sounds...you haven't confirmed in person that he is Mordir Wilde?"

"There is no way to confirm, he doesn't remember at all, even if he takes out some chapters in Mordir's travel notes, he doesn't have any impression." Heragor shook his head, but then changed the subject, "But... I think he that is."

"...When we suddenly found out his name registered in the adventurer list, you and I immediately thought of Melita's report - although we also suspected at first that it was just a duplicate name, but the part of the coincidence is really There are too many, too many to ignore," Andal said in a low voice, "in Loren Continent, 'Legends' are a rare group. Throughout the history of the last tens of thousands of years, there may not have been a second one among humans. A legend named 'Mordir', and an adventurer who visited Tarrond in search of some 'lost thing'..."

"The only problem is that humans can't live for six centuries - Mordir Wilder should have died six hundred years ago."

"There is no way for human beings to unravel after seven hundred years of death—but this kind of thing happened," Andal shook his head, "There are not so many 'certain' things in this world, especially in the When it comes to the transcendent realm."

"I agree with you, and this is one of the reasons why I dare to judge that it is Mordir Wilde," Heragor said slowly, and then suddenly changed the topic, "Speaking of which, after meeting with In the process of contacting that 'adventurer', I discovered something."

Andal's mechanical prosthetic eyes immediately shrank: "What did you find?"

"After reading part of 'Modill's Travels' and hearing the surname 'Wild' from me, he quickly fell into a state of confusion. The whole process lasted less than a minute, and then he forgot He didn’t remember what happened just now, and he no longer remembered the contents of the travel notes, his memory went back to before I took out the travel notes,” Heragor described what had just happened in detail, “At the same time, I observed his The stability of the soul has dropped sharply, in order to prevent accidents, I didn't try it a second time."

"...I fell into confusion after hearing the surname? And lost my memory afterwards?" Andal's tone suddenly became serious, "It sounds...reminds me of the undead."

"Yes, it's reminiscent of the undead, but it doesn't exactly match—he at least knows his name is Modil, and it's completely impossible for the undead to remember his name. In addition, once the undead has a soul backlash, the consequences are not just confusion It's as simple as temporary amnesia," Heragor nodded, "Modir is a living flesh and blood body, I can be sure of this, he is alive, but the state of being alive... is not quite right. I prefer So his soul suffered a very serious trauma, which failed to kill him, but imprisoned part of his "life essence" in a state of neither birth nor death—this is probably why he was able to wander the world for six full years. One of the reasons for the century."

Hearing Heragor's judgment, Andal fell into deep thought for a short time, and broke the silence a few minutes later: "What about the detection of 'pollution'? Have any pollution factors been detected?"

Heragore's gaze scanned the shining runes all over the room again, and he shook his head after pondering for a while: "No pollution has been detected—whether it's other spiritual pollution originating from the gods, or something pointing to the 'reverse tide'." Specific pollution, without any residual reaction. Mordir is just a mortal in a strange state of existence."

"...But I'm still not at ease," Andal sighed softly, "He entered that tower once, and this incident has something to do with our former god... Although judging from the clues back then, Mordir Wilde was not polluted by the reverse tide when he left Tarrond, but you also know the peculiarity of that tower—even our former gods could not interfere with what happened in that tower things."

The room fell into silence for a while, and after a while, Andal spoke again: "What decision do you have?"

"That tower has made me more and more uneasy recently," Heragor said in a deep voice, "and after that adventurer Mordir appeared, this uneasiness is becoming more and more intense.

"I think we should contact Gawain Cecil, at least let the Cecil Empire know about the existence of that adventurer—the descendants of the Wilder family over there may have a way to verify the identity of their ancestors. At the same time, we also You can discuss with Gao Wen about the Tower of Against the Tide, and see what the human emperor who is also good at dealing with gods thinks. Finally..."

When Heragor said this, he stopped with a slightly weird expression, he seemed quite hesitant, but Andal guessed what the former dragon priest was thinking. Hong Guang: "You can also ask...'Ms. Enya''s opinion on this matter."

Heragor sighed softly: "Although the current 'Ms. Enya' is just a remnant aggregate of humanity, at least her memory inheritance is complete, we should ask."

...

On the northern border of the Cecil Empire, the seaside city "North Port" is welcoming the bright sun at noon, and the fine waves are beating against the anti-wave facilities around the port. The fortress docked steadily at the edge of Pier 1 in the military area. At the front of the upper deck, Byron, wearing a navy cloak, took a step forward, staring at the familiar city and coast, with a smile on his face.

"This is really a 'far away' trip," he muttered, "I don't know if the girls at home miss me..."

A low growl from high above interrupted his soliloquy, and Byron looked up to the sky. In the bright light of the huge sun, he saw the figure of the red dragon skimming across the bottom of the clouds, and again in the urban area. Hovering in the sky, amidst the majestic roar unique to dragons, the red dragon in full-body mechanical armor seemed to be greeting the Winter on the pier.

Byron laughed and waved to the red dragon in the sky in response.