Chapter 1220 The Third Intervention

Hearing the helpless sigh of Miss Black Dragon, the rocking chair under Modil finally stopped, the old mage rolled his eyes at the sky, and said angrily: "Aren't you talking nonsense - the adventure plan I originally made is now all gone. Putting it on hold, watching the people coming and going in front of me every day, listening to them come back and tell me about the new changes outside the camp, how could it not be boring."

The young black dragon girl had a troubled look on her face: "This...we are worried about accidents..."

"I know, I know," Mordir waved his hands impatiently before the other party finished speaking, "you are essentially worried that I will accidentally die outside before my descendants who are rushing from Loren continent arrive Well, what are you doing with so many embellishments..."

The face of the black dragon girl suddenly became more embarrassing than before: "Actually... it's not all because of this..."

"It's also because my mental state has gotten worse recently, and I'm worried that I'll make a big mess when I go out with other adventurers." Modil had already figured out all the thoughts of these dragons, although he said impatiently The cheerful expression on his face never stopped, "Hey, don't be so embarrassed that people guess what's going on, I don't want to embarrass you. In fact, I also understand that your concerns are not malicious. That's right, so I'm quite cooperative—since I met your leader last time, I haven't even been out on this street, but I'm usually bored, really bored..."

While talking, the great adventurer couldn't help but shook his head: "Hey, there are still too few entertainment items here. It's meaningless to go to the tavern a few times. I'm not good at gambling. Find a few people to play cards and chess, and few adventurers seem to be interested in it..."

Listening to the great adventurer's babbling, the expression on the face of the black dragon girl standing aside gradually changed, her eyelids drooped, and there was a sigh in her voice: "Entertainment... the current conditions of the adventurer's camp are really good. Limited, but in the old Tarrond, we did not lack all kinds of 'entertainment' - if you can see the lower area of ​​Agondor at that time, I am afraid you will never be bored."

Modil raised his eyelids and glanced at the black dragon: "You mean the addictive potion, and those nerve-stimulating hallucination generators and arenas?"

The black dragon girl blinked her eyes with a surprised expression: "Do you know this?"

"Adventurers will see the information about the Dragon Kingdom before they register, and I'm not the kind of brash who will throw away the information after I get it." Mordir shook his head, "Know as much as possible in advance This is a must-have professionalism for every adventurer."

"It's also...you are different from other adventurers," the black dragon girl smiled, and then she looked curious, "If this is the case, what do you think of the former Tarrond?"

"Me? I haven't seen it with my own eyes,

So I can't imagine what that grotesque world really looks like," Mordir shrugged, "But seeing that you would rather pay such a huge price in exchange for such a piece of wasteland, you have to break free from that situation , then it must not be as beautiful as it looks on the surface. "

The black dragon girl did not speak for a while, as if she was caught in some kind of memory. After a long time, her expression suddenly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her face: "Actually, if only from the perspective of individual 'survival', once It is not an exaggeration to call Tarrond the Paradise, but when you have to live on a fixed trajectory for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, even your daily words and deeds must strictly follow a huge, complex and invisible system. If framed, any Elysium is nothing more than a long torment. You're right, it's not a nice place."

"I'm suddenly a little curious." Mordir looked into the girl's eyes curiously, "I heard that in the old Tarrond period, most dragons didn't need to work, so what did you do every day at that time? ?”

"Duel." The black dragon girl smiled faintly.

"Duel?!" Modil was suddenly surprised, looking up and down at the opponent's slender and thin body, "You? Do you fight with people every day?"

"That's actually a kind of...entertainment. We took our brain tissue out of our original body and put it in a highly modified 'competitive body', and then drove the powerful competitive body in a Competing for 'targets' and rankings in very, very huge containers, with reckless deathmatch and cheering - and I'm a regular at Argondor's extreme arena, don't look at me now, that The number of opponents I dismantled at that time could not be counted with two claws."

"This..." Modil tried hard to imagine what it would be like, "Then are you guys going to compete for some very precious treasure in the arena?"

"No, it's usually just a mechanical ball manufactured by industry, or a symbolic metal ring to represent the score."

"Then...the winner has a high bonus?"

"There are indeed a lot of prize money, but most of the contestants don't really care about it, and in most cases, the income from participating in the competition will be used to repair the implants on the body, or to perform central nervous system repair surgery."

While saying this, the black dragon girl always had a faint smile on her face, but Modil couldn't help but widen her eyes. It was a way of life that he couldn't understand, and the madness that filled him during the period made him stunned: "Then... What are you planning?"

"In order to prove that I am alive, and to alleviate the central system restlessness syndrome caused by the overdose of the synergist," the black dragon girl said indifferently, "and some are simply for the sake of death - the Omega system and the upper temple strictly prohibit any form of self-execution, Therefore, all kinds of 'extreme competitions' based on combat competitions are the only way for the dragons to prove that they are alive and that they are qualified to die...but now all of this is in the past."

"...Well, I still can't understand," Mordir was stunned for a long time, and finally shook his head and muttered, "Fortunately, I don't need to understand this crazy life."

The black dragon girl just smiled, and then bent slightly: "Okay, I've already wasted a lot of your 'bathing in the sun' time, so I won't waste any more."

Modil waved his hands immediately when he heard this, showing a look of impatience on purpose, while the black dragon girl just smiled nonchalantly, turned and walked to the other side of the street.

"Tsk... I know what these dragons are trying to 'smash everything' at such a high price." Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Modil couldn't help muttering softly, "That's really true from above. It's going crazy..."

After speaking, he moved back and forth on the rocking chair to change himself into a more comfortable position, and then he narrowed his eyes slightly as if he was really bathed in the sun. As the chair rocked gently, the voices from the street came Fading away from his ears...

The great adventurer suddenly opened his eyes, and saw an empty street stretching before his eyes. The adventurers and humanoid dragons that had been walking up and down the street had disappeared, and everything in sight had faded away. Without color, only monotonous black and white, and a quiet environment remain.

And at the end of the street, the buildings that originally stood there and the straight-extending road came to an abrupt end, as if this area had been directly cut off by some invisible force. Outside the clear boundary line, there was The familiar gray and white desert, the tall throne and altar, and the ruins of the city in a black silhouette in the distance.

Modil's heart tensed suddenly, but this time he was much calmer than before - this was the third time he had entered this weird place, although he still didn't know the reason behind all this, but at least the first two times The experience of returning safely made him calm down a lot in this third time.

After confirming that there was nothing abnormal about his state, he quickly cast a full set of protective spells on himself, and then hid in the shadow of the nearby building with the agility of a thief to prevent the huge "lady" sitting on the throne from finding him , and almost at the same time he finished all this, that lazy but majestic female voice resounded between heaven and earth:

"It's a good story, Mr. Great Adventurer, and this time your story seems to have a lot of new elements? A powerful race that was locked in the ancient kingdom. It has been degraded day by day due to the long-term isolation, and it is addicted to potions with hallucinatory effects. And crazy entertainment...and subconsciously chasing self-destruction, Mr. Adventurer, I like the new story this time..."

Modil, who was hiding behind a nearby building, froze for a moment.

What the lazy and majestic voice described...wasn't it exactly what he had just heard from the black dragon girl about the old Tallond? !

The old mage felt his heart beat a little faster. At this moment, he even thought that he had been discovered by the lady, and the latter was teasing him, the dishonest "intruder", in this way, but the next second, The expected coercion did not come to him, he only heard the voice that was exactly like himself resounding somewhere near the throne:

"I also think the story this time is okay—you should have guessed it, I also made up this story, and it just popped out of my head just now...I don't even know how I came up with such a story Here comes a set of 'background settings', but depending on your reaction... my ability to make up stories is indeed getting better and better."

"Oh, my great adventurer, I don't want to praise you—although your new story is really good," the lazy and majestic voice seemed to say helplessly, "I miss the beginning, your story You still firmly uphold the 'adventurer's dignity and professional ethics', even if the old story is repeated many times, you will never fool me with fabricated things, but now you take your ability to fool me as something to be proud of .”

"Because now I figured it out, all you want are stories, and you don't care if they are true or not, and I'm not compiling my own adventure notes, so why should I be obsessed with 'true records'?"

The chatter near the throne kept coming, and Mordir, who was hiding in the shadow of the building, gradually calmed down, but he still had great shock and uncontrollable conjectures in his heart—now he was absolutely sure, that What the "lady" mentioned just now was the information he heard from the black dragon girl, but here, the information seems to have become a story just made up by the "storyteller adventurer"... the "storyteller adventurer" Home" also said that this story came out of his head suddenly! !

The intelligence I heard in the real world was mapped to this world? Or that the voice that is exactly the same as his own is actually his projection in this world? Is that the subconscious self? Or some sort of split at the soul level?

There are too many possible guesses behind this, even a knowledgeable great magician dare not speculate without authorization, Mordir even had an impulse to run out of the "safe area" he was in, Go under that throne and check up close, who that "lady" really is, where her "voice" is coming from, who that person is speaking, even if it's really "another Modi" you"……

However, the rationality in his heart suppressed these dangerous impulses, and Mordir followed his inner guidance, allowing himself to hide better in the shadow of the building.

At this time, the voice of "another Mordir" came from the direction of the throne again: "Okay, my story is finished, ma'am, it's your turn to tell it—continue to tell about your dream. Can."

"My dream...well, there's nothing else to talk about anyway," the lazy and majestic female voice seemed to smile, and then said unhurriedly, "It's still in that giant city crawling on the ground... …I dreamed that I had been wandering in that giant city, and there seemed to be my mission and work that I had to accomplish.

"There are many figures, they serve me, or follow me, I keep hearing their voices, from the voices, I can understand the changes of almost the whole world, all secrets and knowledge, plots and tricks are like sunshine The grains of sand under the sun appeared in front of me, and I gathered those 'sand grains' together to restore the appearance of the world like a puzzle...

"There is another figure. He is in the center of the giant city. He seems to be the ruler of the city. I have to give him the puzzle pieces, and he transforms the puzzle pieces into his own power to maintain an invisible The life of the giant beast...Beside him, in the giant city, there are some individuals similar to me. We must hand over the 'things' gathered by the followers to maintain the 'giant' Beast' Survival...

"It's kind of weird, but honestly, it's kind of fun to me."

The lady described what she saw in her dream unhurriedly, and after she finished speaking, there was a few seconds of silence around the throne before the voice of "Another Mordir" broke the silence: "Ah, To be honest, ma'am, the dream you described sounds more and more weird to me...not only weird, but I even find it a little scary."

"Great adventurer, you shouldn't be so timid. Didn't you say that you even dared to dig some graves full of strange and terrifying atmospheres, and what I'm talking about is just a dream-I thought Both things are equally interesting in front of you."

"That's different, ma'am," the great adventurer's voice retorted immediately, "I dig graves to find truth from buried history, and it's a serious and awe-inspiring business, not for fun. ..."

"Is that so? Well, maybe I really don't understand," the lady said with a smile in her lazy voice, "Looking for the truth from the buried history... I don't quite understand the meaning of those short histories. What kind of truth is worth digging, but if there is a chance, I am quite interested in being with you and trying the things you have described..."

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