Chapter 1221 Found It

That lazy and majestic voice echoed between heaven and earth, and Mordir, who was hiding in the shadows, could feel the unimaginable power from that voice and the...heavy breath revealed by the long time, but this The owner of the voice seems to be a far more peaceful and friendly existence than Mordir imagined, at least... She is willing to talk about adventures with a suspected "another Mordir" as usual.

This kind of friendly behavior also made Modil gradually more courageous. He recalled what the leader of the dragon clan had said to him, and thought of the possible identity of that "lady"...a person who had been with the present world in ancient times. Lost god, a "righteous god", is he friendly? Maybe she wouldn't attack an intruder like herself who accidentally ran in, or maybe she already knew her existence. Is the voice talking to her really another self? Or... is this matter related to my lost memory?

All kinds of ideas are turning around in the head of the great adventurer. He is passionate about stepping into the unknown all his life, and now the largest "unknown" that he has never touched in his life is right in front of him. That unbearable feeling made him more and more restless, and finally, when the conversation beside the throne sounded again, he made up his mind, and began to cautiously approach the direction of the throne while relying on the cover of the surrounding buildings.

He didn't forget to apply layer after layer of protection and breath-shielding spells to himself, he didn't forget to always hide in the shadows, to avoid the prying eyes that might descend from the sky, and he didn't forget to restrain his breath, making himself like dust on the side of the road. He lost his "sense of existence", but at the same time he also knew that if the person opposite was really a god, all the protection he was doing at this moment was actually just a joke.

"Mr. Great Adventurer, what are you thinking now?" The majestic and lazy voice sounded again, and then "another Mordir" beside the throne answered aloud: "I'm thinking about what I have been with How long have you been together in this weird place... My perception of the passage of time has greatly weakened, but I guess it must have been a long time, at least it can't be as short as a year and a half..."

"Ah, it doesn't make much sense to think about this. This is the deepest part of the deep world, a folded dream, a divine kingdom that is misplaced with reality. In this place, the ripples from the present world have been so weak that they can hardly be matched. Whatever effect you and I have - and the passage of time too. Relax your nerves, the disgusting intruder is now a little quieter."

"Thank you for the reminder, but I'm a mortal after all—I even feel that my memory of my early adventures is beginning to blur," another Mordir said helplessly, "On these 'cheesy topics' , I can't be as free and easy as a god like you. But then again, how long have you been sleeping here, do you know? Oh, I mean, compared to the time scale of this world..."

"...Who knows? I'm afraid only those pioneers who have left this planet can study and understand such a profound question," said the lazy and majestic voice with a slight smile,

"No one can tell in their dreams how long they've been asleep—nor is God."

Among the shadows of the building, Mordir's footsteps became faster and faster, and the voice from the side of the throne echoed clearly in his ears, but compared to the conversation, the voice in his heart was the real roar :

"Crazy... I'm probably crazy... This is not an ordinary danger. It is a god who has survived since ancient times—Modir, he can kill you with just one look! No need, really It’s not necessary, the adventurous spirit doesn’t blindly die, go to an ancient god to inquire about things, is this tired of work... That voice is indeed very similar to mine, but this is not a reason to risk your life. In the ruins, I have seen few similar things...be more cautious, be more cautious, this is really unbeatable..."

The self-warning and denial in his mind flooded in like a tide, and even turned into an uncontrollable muttering in his throat at the end. However, Modil’s footsteps did not stop at all. He finally noticed the abnormality, and as he continued to The anomaly is becoming more and more apparent near the straight boundary cut out at the end of the street:

He is being attracted by a deadly force, which comes from the voice next to the throne that has never appeared and is almost exactly the same as himself. He is having an irresistible impulse to go to the place where the voice is, as if being mad Like a driven out-of-control believer, chasing some dangerous fate.

He is aware of the danger, experience—even though he can't remember exactly when this experience was, but experience tells him that this "impulse" that arises from his heart, but he can't control and interfere with it is absolutely weird and deadly , it is usually the result of spiritual pollution, or being lured by evil spirits! !

However, at this moment, for the first time, the strong mental strength that the legendary mage is proud of has been completely defeated. He is clear-headed, but he is completely unable to control his faster and faster pace. In the end, he is no longer even hiding in the shadows , but quickly ran in the direction of the throne on the street.

In just a moment, Modil rushed to the end of the street. The border that seemed to be cut by an invisible blade lay before his eyes, and the desolate and faded desert outside the border and the majestic throne pavement in the distance reflected Into his eyes, he seemed to have smelled the breath of "that place", and... he found that he had already stepped forward without hesitation, and was about to step towards...

A burst of roar suddenly sounded in his mind, and Modil felt his world spinning. Just before he was about to fall into doom, he felt an incomparably powerful force coming from nowhere, forcefully "pulling" himself out of that deadly vortex , Immediately after, he sensed the specific existence of this force, and felt that someone grabbed his arm, completely awakening himself from his deep sleep.

The old mage suddenly opened his eyes, and finally saw the familiar and colorful world, and felt the gentle shaking of his arms.

He raised his head in astonishment, a white came into view, and there was a lady with long silver hair, wearing a white velvet skirt and a snow fox shawl, with a cold and elegant expression standing beside him, with one hand resting on him on his shoulder—he was certain that he did not know this lady, but the lady's gaze was obviously not like that of a stranger passing by.

who is this When did such a lady with extraordinary temperament appear in the adventurer camp? She doesn't look like a vulgar adventurer.

Modil frowned. He couldn't help but look at the pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with magic gleam, and the texture was like frozen ice crystals. For some reason, he always felt that these eyes brought him an inexplicable feeling. Familiarity and intimacy, at the same time, he also noticed that there were other figures beside this lady: the black dragon girl who served as Heragor's messenger, and a young woman with long black hair whom he didn't know .

He seemed to understand instantly.

When she was under scrutiny, Victoria Wilde's eyes also fell on the ordinary-looking old man in front of her. In fact, she had been standing here for a few minutes—the dragon named Coretta When the young girl brought her here, the old mage was immersed in his sleep. Regardless of whether the other party was her ancestor or not, out of respect for her elders, she did not rashly disturb her.

It wasn't until the old mage's aura suddenly fluctuated violently, and an obscure force seemed to be losing control in his body, and the nightmare seemed to be eroding his spiritual world, that Victoria couldn't help but stepped forward, trying to wake the old mage—— It's just that since she didn't know what happened, the "awakening" she did was just stepping forward and gently shaking the opponent's arm, and at the same time trying to use magic power to help the opponent calm down the shock. Unexpectedly, it was so simple The method turned out to be surprisingly effective, the old man woke up almost immediately, and all the abnormalities on his body were quickly calmed down.

"We meet again, Mr. Mordir," just as Modil and Victoria looked at each other, and no one knew what to say, the black dragon girl named Keleta finally stepped forward and broke the silence with a loud voice. Embarrassed, "I brought you a guest—although it was a bit sudden, you should have already guessed the identity of the guest."

"Wait... This is really..." Modil had already guessed the clue just now, but when his guess was confirmed, he still couldn't help but widen his eyes, and glanced at Victoria several times again, "This Really?"

"You are Mr. Mordill, the great adventurer who has traveled to all the known frontiers of the civilized world?" Victoria finally realized that she took half a step back, as if trying to adjust a suitable expression Come to face the old man in front of me, but this is not her field of expertise. In the end, she still maintained a nearly rigid expression, as if reciting these blunt opening remarks - after she finished speaking, her expression still did not change much However, Maggie, who was standing next to her, immediately knew that her good friend had fallen into great embarrassment and annoyance, and her eyes were shaken like never before.

She messed up—the wise and elegant Duchess of the North messed up things extremely rarely, messed up the first meeting with her ancestors, and it was the first time in many years that she saw Victoria so at a loss.

Maggie could finally imagine how Hetty and Rebecca reacted when they saw Gawain Cecil in the family cemetery.

"Uh... I don't know what those titles or honors behind you mean, but I am indeed Mordir," the great adventurer said awkwardly, shrouded in a strong sense of unreality Looking at him, it even made him feel that the dangerous and weird dream he had just now extended to the real world, "What's your name?"

"...Victoria, you can call me Victoria, or you can just call me Vicky, this is mine..." Victoria blurted out, but stopped in the middle of the sentence, as if she felt that she didn't Should be such a verbal gaffe in front of ancestors meeting for the first time.

Modil obviously didn't think about it so much, he just said along the words that popped up in his mind: "Ah, Victoria, right, Ms. Victoria...Miss...ah no, I don't seem to need to call you that - then I I'll just call you Victoria. You should know the... intention of the Dragon Clan to arrange this meeting, so you are really my...descendant?"

The old mage's thoughts seemed to have finally stabilized, and he looked at Victoria seriously, and the latter took a deep breath almost at the same time—the duchess forcibly calmed herself down, and then waved her hand, more than a dozen A layer of "mechanical mind" and "cold thinking" effects were set on him, and the mood that was accidentally shaken before was instantly stabilized like a thousand miles of ice.

The corners of Modil's eyes twitched - although the matter is still full of unreality, but this kind of work style of taking dozens of layers of magic effects for himself seems a bit familiar...

"Mr. Mordill," Victoria's thinking has completely calmed down, her eyes are like ice in the mountains of the north, and her words are calm and orderly, "There are many clues that there is such a relationship between us, but Specifically, whether this blood connection exists, we need to prove—please forgive me for being rude, I need your blood."

While speaking, she quickly outlined a few light blue runes in mid-air, and at the same time took out a palm-sized mithril device from her carry-on. The surface of the device was engraved with complex runes and grooves , the moment it was taken out, the runes floating in mid-air instantly flew towards it, and accurately filled in several missing key nodes on the surface of the device—the complex magic circle on the Mithril device gradually brightened Waking up, Modil instantly understood what this "Victoria" wanted to do.

"It's easy to say." The old mage nodded immediately, and casually took out the enchanted dagger for body protection from his waist. The sharp tip cut his finger, and a few drops of blood floated out of thin air, and landed on the mithril device accurately. In the groove on the surface, Victoria also condensed a sharp ice cone at the same time. The cone pierced the fingertips, and the blood beads also floated towards the increasingly bright rune circle.

Blood seeps into the grooves coated with magic materials, and the genetic factors carried in the cells are instantly deconstructed and reorganized, forming a stable information characteristic circuit in the precise and trembling magic force field-this originates from the Gondor era, a few A continuation of the ancient technology that still works today, Victoria turned the mithril device over, and on the other side, which was as smooth as a mirror, several bright runes were shining.

At this moment, even a dozen layers of mechanical mind and cold thinking could barely control her emotional changes.

"Uh... Girl, do you see the conclusion?" Modil also seemed a little nervous, although he didn't know what he was nervous about. He stretched his neck and watched Victoria's expression changes with concern (that is, there was no change in Victoria's expression). change), "You should also be relieved, after all, this incident was quite sudden, and I was not prepared for it—it doesn't matter if it's really not true, it's not righteous to recognize relatives..."

Victoria suddenly raised her head, and the seriousness of her expression made Modil swallow her words before she finished speaking.

"Ancestor..." In the next second, under Mordir's astonished gaze, the present-day Duchess of the North bowed deeply, and said in a solemn voice with unprecedented solemnity, "We have finally found you."

"Finally? Found it?" Modil looked a little astonished, "Have you been looking for me?"

"Yes," Victoria slowly raised her head, and whispered in a rather complicated tone, "I have really been looking for...for many, many years."

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