Chapter 941: On the Dragon's Back

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Gawain didn't even feel the slightest bump and the high-altitude strong wind when the dragon climbed at an extremely thrilling angle and skimmed through the clouds.

This will undoubtedly be an extremely rare travel experience, and he will not miss the observation of any details during this trip. He notices that Melita seems to be shrouded in a nearly transparent layer during the flight. In the shield - if it weren't for the disturbance caused by external airflow and clouds, he would not even have discovered the existence of this shield - strong winds and temperature changes at high altitudes failed to penetrate this shield, and its effect was somewhat similar. A combination of Breeze Shield and Wind Elemental Blessing, but the effect is obviously far better than the latter two.

After inquiring, he confirmed that this layer of protection is not only for the comfort of the "passengers" on this journey, but also a necessary auxiliary measure for Melita's flight.

"I wonder if Maggie has a similar 'protective talent' when flying." After crossing the clouds and entering a bright sky, Gawain's thoughts diverged a little, "The flying height and speed of the dragons seem to be It is far more than the Dragonborn, even the Dragonborn equipped with Iron Wings..."

"Don't think about these brain-burning things at this time, are you tired?" Amber stood next to him, talking casually, and then showing a hint of excitement, "Hey, it sounds like a dream! I have the experience of riding on the back of a dragon once in my life... No amount of bard stories dare to brag about it like that! That's the kind of treatment that heroes only get when they're nearing the end..."

"You can play this in the tavern for half a year after you go back, right?" Gawain glanced helplessly at the half-elf who had begun to get carried away, "Be careful, it's not just a few consecutive shadows falling from here. It's a matter of steps."

Amber didn't know how to restrain herself, and her complacent attitude became more and more serious: "Half a year is not enough, I can blow it until the Anling Festival in three years..."

"Don't worry, it won't fall," a low female voice came from the front, Melita turned her head slightly, and said to the "passengers" on her back, "I have already prepared protection on the edge of the back scale."

Gawain looked at Melita's neck and saw the beautiful scales covered and the horny protrusions on the back of the blue dragon's head - they looked majestic and gleaming in the sun.

"It seems that our treatment is indeed much better than that of Modir Wilder 600 years ago," he said with a smile. "He flew over the ice by your paws."

"Unfortunately, I don't even remember." During this boring flight mission, Melita was obviously in the mood to chat, "but it's normal, you are the guests invited by the gods, but the adventurer six hundred years ago was It is an uninvited guest who broke into the territory of the dragon family,

This can make a small difference. "

While speaking, the blue dragon lady paused again, and shook her head with a little regret: "But...if there is another chance, I will meet the adventurer of the past again, I am true. If I want to have a good chat with him, we may become friends. I am also very willing to carry him on the back to travel to those interesting places. We can even go on adventures together... Ten years, or a hundred years, human beings will not live For a long time, this is a very short contract for the dragon family, but I think it should be very exciting.

"After all, judging from that travel journal, the adventurer back then seemed to be a very interesting guy."

Gawain didn't speak for a while, but just cast his eyes into the distance. He saw the clouds undulating and drifting under the dragon's wings, layer upon layer like rolling mountains, and there were gaps and wide gaps between the clouds. As Rita passed those places, he saw the land that was already far below, and the outline of the coast that was already faintly visible in the distance.

Human cities are dotted among those mountains and lakes, shining like jewels in the sun.

It's really a beautiful world, and it's worthy of an adventurer's life to explore.

"Yeah, that is indeed a very interesting guy, I quite admire him," he broke the silence with emotion, and then became a little curious, "You said just now that you would sign a 100-year contract with Modir, go Adventure with him—seriously? Dragons really do such a thing? Like the bard's tale?"

"...Actually it's not that easy. Dragons need a very strict application and permission process to leave Tallond for a long time," Melita said, "but this kind of thing does happen, it's just rare. Yin A lot of the troubadour's stories aren't entirely made up, after all... troubadours are the dragon's favorite profession when they travel the human world, and we're very good at dramatizing facts into stories."

"Bards... Some bards like to make things up the most," Gawain pouted subconsciously, and somehow "Mr. Bard C" popped up in his mind, and then he quickly shook it off. head, throwing some outdated associations out of your mind.

Then he looked back at the large equipment placed on Melita's back - they were still running well, although it was already high in the sky, but still within the range of the magic static plane, these specially made magic The net terminals and the omnidirectional crystal array can still clearly receive the signals from the high-power hubs on the surface, and the recording devices in these devices should have properly recorded the signal strength and interference changes during Melita's climb and flight. .

Frankly speaking, the value of these things in Gawain's mind is not even lower than his trip to Tal Lund this time - these valuable data are not available under ordinary circumstances, especially when they leave the land and enter the sea above the sea. After that, what these devices can collect are parameters that are beyond the reach of the current imperial technology level.

So Gawain cherishes this opportunity, after all... Although he and Melita are very familiar with him, he can't ask a giant dragon to carry several tons of experimental equipment all day long to collect data for humans. , In this regard, he, who has always attached importance to "interests", is also aware of the proportions.

"Will we stop for a rest?" Amber asked casually.

"Actually I could fly all the way to Tallond—but the trip wasn't that rushed," Melita replied. "We'd rest a few times near the coastline and on a few islands in the northern seas, You can come down and move around—you are flightless creatures after all, and such long-haul flights can be a huge burden on first-timers."

While listening to Melita's answer, Gawain couldn't help but have some thoughts about long-term aerial vehicles and long-distance air routes. He subconsciously deduced the application directions of the current empire's anti-gravity aircraft, and pondered the possibility of establishing a long-distance air route to the Silver Empire from the edge of the wasteland.

Then he noticed Veronica who was resting not far away.

The "Virgin Princess" hardly spoke much after taking off from Melita-although she always gave people a quiet and tranquil feeling on weekdays, but up to now she has been silent a bit unusual. .

She sat there quietly, with her hands folded on her knees, as if she was in a daze, looking forward with no focus, and the platinum scepter that never left her was not by her side at the moment - Gawain Knowing that Veronica gave the scepter to Wright for safekeeping before departure, there is no doubt about it, but Veronica's quietness along the way still made him a little concerned.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Gawain walked over and asked casually, "I feel like you haven't spoken much along the way."

I don't know if it was an illusion, he felt that Veronica seemed to be slow to respond for a half a beat before he raised his head and responded to himself in a calm tone: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Gawain frowned subconsciously—the feeling of Veronica at this moment is really not right. He thought about it carefully before he vaguely understood what was wrong: Compared with usual, Veronica at this moment is not right. The card is even less agile. Although Gawain usually thinks that this saintess princess is perfect like a human being and delicate like a puppet, but that is just a vague feeling, but now... he is really from the other party. I felt some kind of mechanical rigidity in my body, and even the emotional ups and downs that a human being should have disappeared in that rigidity.

He frowned and looked at each other up and down again: "Are you really okay?"

Veronica raised her head, her crystal-like but inorganic eyes stared at Gawain earnestly for a long time, and then she nodded suddenly: "Ah, it seems that I overlooked some details... Please don't worry, I Everything is fine with your body and mind. You should definitely feel something different though...don't worry, it's normal.

"In the case of being far away from the mainland of Loren, I will be weakened a bit."

Will there be some nerfs away from Loren?

Gawain immediately noticed the information in Veronica's words, his expression became slightly serious, and doubts appeared in his eyes, but before he asked aloud, Veronica smiled and said lightly. : "It's just the price of surviving so far."

"...I understand," Gawain stared at the other party for a few more seconds, then eased his expression and nodded slightly, "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask, but one day I still hope you can. Satisfy my curiosity. As for now... just make sure this 'cost' doesn't affect our mission."

Veronica met Gawain's gaze, with a smile still on her face, as if the smile had temporarily solidified, she nodded, and said with the same calm and tranquil attitude as always: "Of course, I have already calculated it before departure. ."

...

The filthy clouds surging and heaving, covering the sky like some sickening, semi-gelatinous quagmire, oppressed the earth, and the whole world seemed oppressed in the low-hanging clouds—more oppressive than the sky. What is even more depressing is the dead and severely corrupted and polluted land.

In the hinterland of the former empire, which was infused with magic energy and turned into wasteland, the black and hardened land is endless. The folds and radial cracks formed by the ancient shock waves spread outward from the center point. When viewed from the air, it looks like a giant blood-stained eye. At the center of this giant eye, there is a huge explosion crater sunken into a crater, and a cone-shaped structure formed by molten crystal pillars at the bottom of the explosion crater.

Seven centuries later, the Deep Blue Well is still in operation. There is incredible energy surging in the remaining reaction tower. A huge blue beam of light soars into the sky and goes straight into the clouds. Where the beam of light meets the clouds, there is continuous lightning.

Around the Deep Blue Well explosion crater, there are many things that didn't exist before - a small fortress built with some kind of black polymer, a small sentry tower that looks like a mixture of plants and stones, and Weird and wriggling woods, and a figure moving between the woods, the fortress, and the sentry tower.

Those figures are several patrol teams. They are all wearing the uniforms of the ancient Gondor era magisters. Both men and women have perfectly proportioned figures and looks as if they are artificially created. They are patrolling the surrounding area of ​​the imperial capital—a as they did seven hundred years ago.

However, these patrolling teams did not seem to see the newly emerging fortresses and sentry tower buildings around the impact crater. They directly bypassed the obstacles and naturally changed the patrol route that had been set.

Even... they looked like they were patrolling the place to protect these forts.

In the area of ​​the black fortress group on the edge of the impact crater, a large number of plant vines and gray matter like aggregates of mycelium covered the ground and surrounding buildings. With a clattering sound, a piece of plants at the front of the fortress suddenly wriggled and retreated to both sides. , and several twisted creatures with dry skin and a large number of proliferating branches that seemed to grow mixed with humans and trees drilled out of the underground tunnel.

The leader of these twisted creatures moved his roots and stepped to the edge of the impact pit. On his dry and wrinkled bark emerged an old face, with pale yellow eyes inlaid on his face watching the bottom of the impact pit— The radiant "Hill of Crystal Pillars" and the blue light gushing out of the crystal were reflected in the eyes, making the latter show more greed and yearning.

"The Deep Blue Well... We are only one step away from it..."

The tree man's leader muttered to himself, he shook his branches, and a vine at the border of the fortress immediately received the order, raised high and extended into the impact pit - but the front end of those vines just crossed the boundary line, The "Hill of Crystal Pillars" at the bottom of the pit reacted instantly, with several bright rays of light flashing, and the vines that crossed the boundary were directly burned into a gaseous state by the hot plasma beam.

"Damn!! This damn tomb, damn coffin, and these damn gravekeepers! Seven hundred years later, can't this damned thing die honestly?!"

The leader of the tree people, the current "Grandmaster of the Society for the End of All Things", suddenly scolded.

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