Chapter 1254 Hometown Reunion

Amber is fast.

It was a speed that was difficult for the legendary powerhouse's dynamic vision to capture. It was a flash that crossed the boundary between shadow and reality. Both Gawain and Victoria could only hear the whistling of the wind in their ears, and the shame of a certain alliance had already melted into one. There was a quick black flash, and in the next moment, Victoria felt a heavy thing hanging on her thigh, and heard a voice: "Observe again!!"

Gao Wen's head was as big as a bucket, and even though he had seen a lot of Amber's strange moves over the years, he obviously couldn't stand it at this time, he stepped forward and grabbed the guy's belt and forcibly lifted her up: "Okay, don't be ashamed — Mordir, what happened?"

Victoria finally came to her senses at this time. The Duchess of the North, who was always calm and calm in any situation, widened her eyes, as if she had been so frightened for the first time in her life. She was even a little at a loss. It wasn't until Gao Wen took Amber away that he took a half step back bewilderedly... So in a sense, Amber's sliding knee was quite effective, after all, even the legendary powerhouse didn't expect this to happen. The Grand Duchess' thoughts were interrupted.

"I...I'm fine," Modil finally blinked at this time, as if he had suddenly woken up from a short but intoxicating dream, he was still a little confused, his eyes swept over several figures in the cabin, and finally It just landed on Gao Wen, "Just now... I seem to have seen something... No, I didn't see it, but I felt it..."

"What do you feel?" Gawain quickly put the amber on the ground and asked with a particularly serious expression.

After Amber fell to the ground, she swayed, first looked up at Mordir, then at Gawain and Victoria, who had serious expressions, and seemed to judge that there was nothing wrong with the great adventurer, so she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then Retreating to the corner and trying to reduce the sense of existence, he raised his ears to pay attention to the changes in the matter—Modil, as the person involved, seemed to have not noticed all this at all, he just shook his head slightly, as if he was dispelling something entrenched in his mind. Looking at some things, he said slowly: "In that direction... what I'm looking for is in that direction, I remember, I've been to that place! I also saw a hole there, no one knows the hole , very bad, there is a hole there...there is another place, and I went to another 'entry'...they are connected together..."

Mordir's eyes gradually became confused, and his words were inconsistent, but just when Gawain and Victoria couldn't help but want to help, the old mage suddenly stopped, and he shook his head vigorously , his eyes gradually regained clarity.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that the old ancestor recovered, Victoria immediately asked subconsciously, "You just..."

"I'm fine, don't worry," the old mage nodded, and then he showed a thoughtful look. He seemed to be sorting out what happened to him just a little bit, and after a few seconds, he spoke slowly,

"I just felt that there were several layers of consciousness floating on the 'surface' at the same time. Those consciousnesses are all me, memories of different periods and states... My mind is full of my own voice and things I have seen, magic Goddess, I've never heard of such a thing..."

"Memories of different periods and different states occupy the mind at the same time?" Victoria looked astonished. As a mage, she first noticed this unusual phenomenon, "You mean, your memory has recovered?!"

"No, it's still far away, but I think Miss Amber's treatment must have had some effect... I feel as if something that was once lost has come back a little bit," Mordir rubbed his forehead, his tone was low and slow , "What did I just say?"

He looked at Gao Wen, and it was only at this moment that he seemed to notice the latter's unusually serious expression.

Gawain didn't answer Modil's words right away, he just looked in the direction where the old mage was looking, and after pondering for a few seconds, he broke the silence in a low voice: "You said that what you are looking for is in that direction, And you mentioned 'a hole broke' somewhere."

"What I'm looking for..." Modil repeated softly, as if he really didn't remember what he said just now, and he followed Gawain's gaze to look there, but in that direction, he Only one wall of the hut and a transom window embedded in the wall can be seen, "Where is that direction...?"

"The Tower Against the Tide." Gao Wen said softly.

"It seems that things are finally pointing in this direction," Amber looked at Gao Wen, then at Mordir who had recovered to normal, her pointed ears moved, and she muttered softly, "It seems that we have to leave early."

...

Under the starlight of the extreme night, the shield covering the city blocks the cold wind from the depths of the wasteland. This simple protection is obviously not as good as the warm and comfortable ecological dome that used to be like spring all year round. On the cold land of Xingxing, a barrier against wind and rain is already a rare security - inside the shield, the brilliance of the magic spar lamp dispels the darkness in the city, and the square on the edge of the residential area looks a little lively.

A dozen young dragons are playing around in the square. With the help of the bright lights cast by the lampposts, some of these little guys who have just hatched are practicing flying, some are running and playing on the ground, and some are using their immature Breathing out all kinds of light bullets and flames into the sky, these ignorant cubs don't know what "glory of the past" is, and they don't realize how deep and special this city that has risen from the ruins is. Meaning, they take everything they see for granted, and release their endless energy in this childhood that is unique to them—and also learn the various skills necessary to survive in this land.

The guardians stood guard on the edge of the square, watching the cubs play.

"The two of them are very comfortable here." Melita looked away from the square and looked at her friend standing beside her. "I was worried that they would be frightened by the unfamiliar environment and so many people of the same race."

"The adaptability of the two little guys may be stronger than ours," Noretta said with a smile, "After all, they were born and raised in this era, and they have a most special 'adoptive mother' to teach them. "

Melita nodded lightly, and a burst of footsteps came from the side, and she heard a vaguely familiar voice: "Hello...have I met you?"

Melita followed the sound somewhat unexpectedly, and saw a short figure with long red hair standing not far behind her. This was a young red dragon. Melita hadn't thought of herself at first. She had seen this face somewhere, but soon a corresponding impression emerged in her mind—she remembered that this was the one that helped her remove the failed implant when she first came to the refuge camp. mechanic.

"Hello, I remember you, you are the mechanic, we met - you helped me remove the failed implant," Melita laughed, and faced the young red dragon , "Sorry, I didn't remember it just now..."

"I wasn't sure just now," the young mechanic also laughed. In this difficult period, it is undoubtedly something to be happy to see a familiar face appear in front of him safely again. "It feels like I haven't seen him for a long time." What are you doing here?"

"I spend most of my time on the Loren Continent now, and now I'm coming back to report on my duties," Melita said casually, "By the way, I brought the young dragons back to familiarize themselves with their hometown—they were hatched in the Loren Continent."

"Loren Continent...you actually ran so far away?" The Red Dragon Mechanic opened her eyes wide in surprise, and then she noticed the two strange little guys appearing on the square. She seemed a little surprised, "You adopted Whelpling? And two?"

"I adopted it with my friends," Melita smiled and pointed to Noretta who was standing next to her smiling, "What about you? Are you here to watch your baby dragon? Are you still working as a mechanic?" ?”

"...I'm not a mechanic anymore," the young red dragon said softly, and then turned his eyes to the direction of the square, "I didn't claim my dragon eggs, but I'm here to take care of the baby dragons—to take care of all the dragons here. The little ones playing in the square."

"You are no longer a mechanic?" Melita looked a little surprised, "Why? Didn't you say that it was left by your grandfather..."

"My internal organs have survived the backlash of the synergist, but my nervous system has not completely overcome it," the young red dragon shook his head, raised his hands with a regretful tone, and under the combined starlight and spar lights, Melita clearly saw the slight tremor of the other party's fingertips, "Most of the mechanical maintenance work now has to be done by hand, but my hands can no longer do such fine things, both in human form and dragon form. Fortunately, now The situation in the city is much better than before, and the loss of one mechanic will not have much impact on the entire city."

"……Feel sorry."

"What can you be sorry for?" The young red dragon said with a smile, "Actually, this is fine now, I am responsible for helping those dragons who are out on missions to take care of the baby dragons, it is very interesting to play with these little guys, And I still get to work with my favorite mechanics—helping out in the recycling department and stuff. Just not being a professional mechanic anymore.”

Melita, Noretta, and the young red dragon stood on the edge of the square together, watching the young dragons who seemed to be always energetic express their enthusiasm in the square. The two new little guys seemed to have got With the approval of the young dragons, they are playing around together, and at the moment they are scrambling for a large mottled and damaged metal ring. The ring collides and rolls on the ground, making a crisp sound. Under the light, the surface of the ring occasionally A few badly worn letters would flash by, and Melita couldn't see clearly, only words like "arena" and "champion" could be made out.

"That's the most popular toy here," said the young red dragon, "I don't know where the little guys dug it out—it looks like something from the Extreme Arena. I Not very familiar, I was not interested in the arena back then."

Noretta looked at the cubs playing in the square, and suddenly said softly: "The cubs are really carefree."

"Of course, what do they have to worry about? This world is still so beautiful to them," the young red dragon laughed. She looked at the scene in the field and her voice softened. The dragons are called the 'Post-Talrond Generation', meaning dragons born after the war in Tarrond ended. These wyrmlings will see it in a very different light than us survivors of the wasteland The world they live in-Omega, implants, boosters, huge cities and factories, all these are intangible history for them, and all they can touch is this experience The continent that has been in flames of war, and the huge 'alliance' outside the continent...

"They were born on this scorched earth, and they will grow up on this scorched earth. They have no implants and boosters in their lives, and they have never understood what the Omega system is. They will neither cherish the glory of the past Unlike convenience technology, there is no additional fear and baggage about the future-unlike us, even the strongest individuals among us will feel sad when looking at the red zone and the black zone, and seeing those things in the recycling yard I can't help recalling some things when I'm in the middle of the night, but these wyrmlings... have you noticed the look in their eyes? They only have curiosity and expectations for the future.

"Speaker Andal said that we now need these eyes looking forward to the future, and these eyes are the future themselves.

"That's why I love being around these whelps - they make me feel like my existence is meaningful, that I'm looking after a future to look forward to, and the neurological damage is nothing compared to that .”

"A generation without baggage..." Melita said softly, "Noretta and I didn't think so much when we were digging up dragon eggs in the ruins of the hatchery."

At this moment, the two figures flew out from the direction of the square, accompanied by cheerful "Gah!", Melita and Noretta stretched out their hands familiarly, and stopped them with a force that ordinary humans can't match. Two young dragons were flying in the air. They put the little ones on the ground and stroked the smooth scales near the top of their heads with their hands. Reta rubbed her thighs back and forth, narrowing her eyes contentedly.

"Have you finally had enough fun?" Noretta couldn't help laughing, "You seem to have met a lot of new friends."

"Gah!!" the young dragons yelled happily, flapping their wings and necks vigorously. At the same time, some scales near their necks and backs gradually leaked bright blue light streams, accompanied by the changes in the young dragons' bodies. Shaking, the stream of light and the stars in the sky complement each other.

"This is..." The young red dragon on the side looked at the vision that appeared on the two young dragons at the same time in astonishment. She had obviously never seen a similar scene before, "What is that on them?"

"It's the influence of the dark blue magic power," Melita said casually while stroking the little guy's head, "It seems that a small number of dragon eggs are affected by the dark blue webway, and they are born with such a special magic power imprint— —Didn't you see it here? I heard that a small number of dragonlings born in Tarrond seem to have similar phenomena."

"The imprint left by the dark blue magic power?" The young red dragon said in surprise, and then thoughtfully, "This... I seem to have heard of it, but I have never seen it with my own eyes. There is no such thing among the young dragons under my care. of……"

At this moment, the two young dragons who were rubbing around beside Melita and Noretta suddenly stretched their necks and looked towards a certain direction in the night sky. It was several times brighter than before, and even released a faint heat. Before Melita and Noretta realized what happened, they heard the two young dragons screaming anxiously one after the other. Voice: "Gah! Gah!!"