Chapter 1205 Skimming over the Wasteland

The latest website: After eating and drinking, the two young dragons ran wildly around the hatching room for several times before finally exhausting their excessive energy. The first batch of sisters born in the land beyond Tarrond slept in a temporary "nest" surrounded by each other, with their necks draped around their necks and their tails wrapped around their tails, and their little sharp claws clutched tightly depicting tiny orchids. blanket.

A few pieces of eggshells were pressed under the wings and tails-this is the "pillow" they chose for themselves. Obviously, there is not much difference in sleep between dragon cubs and human cubs, and their sleeping postures are equally unrestrained.

Melita guarded carefully beside the two whelping dragons, reaching out to sort out the messy bedding and blankets made by the little ones-these fabrics used by humans are of course not specially prepared for dragons, but obviously the whelping whelps I don't care about this, as long as these soft and warm things can be piled up into a comfortable nest, the newborn cubs can sleep peacefully in it.

"Have you thought about how to settle these two little guys?" Gao Wen couldn't help asking, watching Melita's slightly unfamiliar movements, "Do you want them to stay here?"

"I want to bring them back to the embassy and stay with Noretta and me," Melita thought for a while, then shook her head slightly and said, "Since we have claimed this dragon egg, Noretta and I should take responsibility for it." Responsibility, I'm sorry to put eggs with you during the incubation period - and they also need to learn how to grow up as a 'dragon' by the side of the real dragon, otherwise..."

Miss Lanlong paused at this point, looked at Gao Wen with a strange expression and laughed: "Otherwise, I always feel that they will grow up strangely if they stay with you..."

When Gawain heard this, he immediately felt the need to say a few words, but before he could speak, the images of Tyre scrambling in the corridor and Rebecca being chased and beaten by Hetty appeared in his mind. Amber, who came in by picking the door, and Betty, who was watering Enya... the language that wanted to justify suddenly turned into a long sigh in the bronchi, and he could only cover his forehead and turn his face: "...you are right , The environment here seems to be really not suitable for the growth of juvenile dragons..."

There are too many weird guys around me. God knows how many weird things they will learn from two young dragons who have no worldview living in such an environment. Thinking about it, it would be safer to let them go back with Melita ...But then again, Gao Wen was also quite curious about how these abnormal guys around him got together, and why he looked back and felt like he had collected a bunch of buffs...

Melita held back a smile and watched Gao Wen's expression change, and finally coughed twice to break the embarrassment: "The embassy area is not far from here, the two little guys can still come and play often—— I think they will also be nostalgic for the atmosphere of this hatchery, and... and Ms. Enya here."

There was a soft smile from the golden giant egg that had been silent for a long time,

Enya seemed to be in a very happy mood: "If you want to take them back, wait for them to wake up. The young dragons have stronger thinking and understanding abilities than the cubs of other creatures, which means a sudden change in the environment. It will bring them more definite tension and confusion, so instead of changing the environment while they are sleeping, it should make them realize that their mother is leading them from one safe place to another...

"Also, remember to bring their eggshells and these bedding blankets now, it will give them some sense of security.

"When you arrive at the new home, remember to accompany them more. If possible, let the other dragons in the embassy say hello to the wyrms, so that the wyrms realize that they live in a 'clan'. But don't see too many at once. Unfamiliar faces, they will be confused, and may even make it difficult to distinguish the mother's breath..."

Enya patiently taught the young Melita one by one, and the latter nodded seriously while listening. Gao Wen quietly watched this scene, and a series of déjà vu emerged in his heart—— It wasn't until the teaching process came to an end that he couldn't help looking at Enya: "Didn't you say before that you have no experience in actually taking care of baby dragons... Why do you feel that you have a lot of knowledge in this area now?"

"I have no actual experience in hatching eggs—and it is impossible to have experience in this area," Enya replied nonchalantly, "but I didn't say that my theoretical knowledge is not enough—I remember the time when the ancient method hatched eggs Many things!"

Gao Wen could hear a lot of pride and pride in the tone of the former dragon god, but he always felt that the other party was not telling the truth. After all, even if she retained some memories of the "gods" from the ancient times, those who were from the perspective of the gods The "theoretical knowledge" obtained from observing the mortal world is not so detailed and thorough... Perhaps the former dragon god asked someone to make up his lessons when there was no one around?

However, he would not say such things in person. Considering that it was not a big deal, he just smiled slightly, and then refocused his eyes on the two young dragons who were embracing and sleeping peacefully. He saw the two little guys Arched in the quilt, and changed to a new posture, a question suddenly appeared in his mind: "By the way, Melita, have you decided what to name them?"

Melita was a little embarrassed when she heard this expression, and shook her head after thinking for a while: "I discussed it with Noretta before, but at that time we didn't expect that the eggs we got back were double yolks-now we have to name them. The whelping dragon has changed from one to two, I plan to talk to Noretta after I go back, and discard the previously selected names..."

Gao Wen snorted, and then saw two baby dragons arching wildly in their sleep again. One of the little ones arched its neck near his eggshell pillow for a long time, and then suddenly opened its mouth and slapped cutely. The full belch - a wisp of blue smoke slowly rises from the corner of his mouth.

Gao Wen was still smiling a moment ago, but when he saw the wisp of green smoke, his expression changed, and he turned to look at Melita: "I think we should first enchant the flammable objects around these two little guys with flames before discussing anything else." Protect……"

...

In the study room of the Cecil Palace, Veronica, holding a platinum scepter, stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the main entrance of the courtyard for a long time, as if she was lost in thought, until the sound of opening the door came from behind, The "Saint Princess" turned around and saw Gao Wen's figure walking into the room.

"Your Majesty," Veronica smiled slightly and nodded slightly, "Good day."

"It's already evening," Gawain glanced at the sky outside, and saw the gradually sinking sun hanging above the buildings at the end of the city, and the glorious crown of the giant sun reflected a slightly distorted curtain of light in the clouds, " Sorry, I took a while longer at the hatch."

"It's okay, and I didn't wait long," Veronica said with a smile, and then asked curiously, "Did the dragon ambassador bring the two baby dragons back?"

"Yes, the young dragons should still live with their 'mothers'—and there are many of their kindred in the embassy," Gao Wen nodded, and said casually, "Enya seems a bit reluctant..."

"Human nature..." Veronica whispered thoughtfully, then shook her head, "I never thought that one day there would be descendants of giant dragons hatching in the human kingdom, and there would be dragon envoys stationed in the city." , races from all over the world gathered in one place, including visitors from the deep sea... This used to be a scene that only appeared in some fantasy-themed poems and dramas in the Gondor era, but now it has come true."

"Is this what you were thinking while standing at the window just now?" Gao Wen asked with some surprise, "I thought you wouldn't be emotional about such things..."

"I have survived for many years, so I need to maintain my own personality parameters. Losing the perception and understanding of world changes is a very dangerous signal. It is a sign that the soul is about to die—but I guess you called me today I didn't come here to discuss these things," Veronica said with a smile, "Miss Betty said that you have something important to discuss, but she seems to be very busy and didn't elaborate on what she has to do."

"...Then she probably forgot," Gao Wen shrugged, and then his expression became serious, "Your body... is still underground in the ancient capital of Gondor, right? Deep in the remaining structure of the Deep Blue Well place?"

The smiling expression on Veronica's face did not change at all, but the angle of the platinum scepter in her hand changed slightly, showing that she was a little surprised by Gawain's question: "Why do you suddenly want to ask this? Of course, my 'body 'Indeed it's underground in the Deep Blue Well, I told you about it before..."

"Then can you monitor the flow of magic power in the depths of the Deep Blue Well?" Gawain asked seriously, "I mean... those structures behind the source of magic power, those that can penetrate the entire planet..."

"You mean the Deep Blue Webway." The expression on Veronica's face finally changed slightly, and her tone became serious, "What happened?"

"... Enya found some bad omens," Gao Wen told the "princess of the old country" in front of him without much hesitation about the news he had received from the hatchery, "the newborn baby dragon has been infected by the pure demon." There are no signs of erosion. Considering the special magic-friendly physique of the dragon race, she suspects that this is a sign that the magic power in the dark blue webway is "rising". Similar things happened two million years ago, and the magic power that runs through the entire planet There are sudden changes in the system that have led to prolonged periods of extreme weather."

"The magic power in the webway has risen?!" Veronica's eyes widened a little. The "Rebel Chief" who always maintained a calm smile finally couldn't control his surprised expression-this was obviously beyond her Past experience and knowledge of the Deep Blue Well.

"This does sound a bit unbelievable—after all, it is part of a huge system that runs through the planet under our feet. It is as old and stable as the earth, and it has only changed once in two hundred years—the frequency is even higher than that of magic tides and gods. The disaster is still low," Gao Wen shook his head, "but Enya's warning has to be heeded, so I wonder if you can provide some help."

"... Over the past few hundred years, more than half of my energy has been devoted to the study of the source of magic power, including monitoring the depths of the source of magic power," Veronica immediately replied, "I didn't find What anomalies, at least in the few 'pulses' that I can monitor so far, the magic power is flowing as always."

Gao Wen frowned: "Can you expand the scope of your monitoring? If this is really a sign of some kind of large-scale change, then we may need more data to confirm the situation..."

"Unfortunately, I'm powerless," Veronica shook her head and interrupted Gawain, "It's the wasteland of Gondor—I only have limited resources and energy there, and I have to devote a lot of energy to deal with the refuge With the harsh environment constantly eroding around the institute, it is quite difficult to maintain the status quo, and there is no spare energy to monitor more magic pulses."

"...I understand, I'm sorry, my request is a little too high." Hearing Veronica's reply, Gawain immediately realized the unrealism of his thoughts, and then he frowned slightly, and involuntarily looked at the He threw it at the "Map of the Known World" hanging on the nearby wall.

His sight slowly swept across the map, crossing the imperial capital, crossing the dark mountains, crossing the vast black forest and the polluted belt plain, and finally landed on the gray area with almost no details due to insufficient information. in the wasteland area.

Veronica noticed Gawain's gaze, and she followed suit, her eyes falling on the center of the wasteland.

That is the only "detail" area in the wasteland, the only "known" area. The huge Gondor explosion crater lies like an ugly scar in a gray pollution area. The center of the explosion crater This is where she really lives now.

This body named "Veronica" is just an interactive platform for walking outside the magnificent wall. Compared with the slight information felt by this body, she can feel the roar of the old imperial capital. The cold wind, the polluted air, the poisoned earth, and the pure magic energy flowing in the deep blue well like "the blood of the world".

"...I can persist in the wasteland for a long time, but this world probably won't give you much time." She looked at Gao Wen and said softly, "I and my Iron Man Corps are waiting for you support."

...

In the southeast of the Dark Mountains, in the extended area at the end of the Black Forest, the wings of the giant eagle pierced the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the clouds at dusk, casting brilliant golden brilliance on these huge and heroic creatures. The earth below reveals more layered shadows and lines in the oblique light.

Dozens of giant eagles lined up, and those with royal marks made up the majority of them.

Azmore, the ancient druid leader with the oldest qualifications in the elf society, sits on the back of one of the giant eagles, and there are "royal eagle cavalry" on the front, back, left, and right sides performing escort missions. These "guards" fly behind him. Nearby, even across the distance in the air, the old druid seemed to be able to feel the tense aura between them-these guards were so nervously paying attention to this aging old man, even more than paying attention to him. Queen of the ranks.

But Azmaul just smiled, and then refocused on the ground that was slowly receding under the giant eagle's wings.

Using some exquisite magic props, he cast an ancient secret technique, synchronizing his field of vision with the eyes of the giant eagle. In that extra field of vision, he saw the vast and stretching black forest, the polluted and alienated wasteland, and the towering darkness mountains, and...

A few man-made lights stretch between the Black Forest and the Pollution.