Chapter 968

For half a minute, Gawain looked at Melita quietly, and Melita looked at Gawain quietly.

The former was stunned, and the latter was dazed.

In the end, Gawain was the first to react. The corners of his mouth trembled, and he subconsciously pointed to Melita's long lavender hair: "Why does the dragon family have no hair, you..."

"Our human form is a spell effect, and of course the spell effect can be anything - I'm just like this because I like it," Melita said with a look of course, while pointing to the top of her head, " The dragon form is my body - I have scales, where did my hair come from?"

Gao Wen: "You...really justified..."

Melita thought for a while, then added kindly: "It seems that your friend is going to be disappointed - Tallond won't have similar products and technologies, if we have to say, we are the closest. The industry is scale polishing, dyeing, and implantation technology, which is a kind of beauty. If your friend doesn't mind, you can try planting a layer of scales. There are many colors to choose from, and the scalp can be protected from swords and bayonets in the future... …”

Gawain didn't see the slightest bit of joking on the face of the agent lady - she was obviously quite serious, but after Gawain made up his mind, a dragon-scaled version of Solderin appeared. In his mind, this made him shiver in an instant, shaking his head again and again: "Forget it, he is now... um, bright enough."

In fact, thinking about it carefully, he thinks that Melita's suggestion is still attractive. If it is not considered from an aesthetic point of view, a head implanted with synthetic scales to become invulnerable obviously has high practical value. A real strong Shouldn't mind this, but he agrees that it's useless, the point is that Solderin shouldn't be able to accept this...

Realizing that more and more strange associations were emerging in his mind, Gawain decided to end this embarrassing topic.

"We've been in Tal Lund for days," he said suddenly. "Maybe in a few days, we should leave."

"So soon?" Melita's eyes widened in surprise. "You can stay here for a while longer -- it's not easy for Tallond to entertain a guest once."

"But the current Cecil can't operate for a long time without the emperor's absence. It's been too long since we left the Loren Continent," Gawain shook his head, "There is a banquet in the world."

"There is no banquet in the world...an interesting statement. The Cecilians all say that their emperor was a master grammarian who could create many wonderful sentences. It seems that there is some truth to this statement." Melita blinked and smiled. said.

Gawain didn't need to inquire to know that it was inseparable from the "Emperor's Words" secretly compiled by someone...

He coughed dryly,

Then he said: "Although I have already made plans to leave, to be honest, I still have a lot of things I don't understand... For example, about the magic tide, about the way the dragons resist the magic tide, about the signal we once received... You I should still remember that I asked you to help investigate whether the mysterious signal was related to Tallond, and now I feel that Tallond, who has such a deep accumulation, should know more secrets behind the signal, but these things... I There is no way to ask your god directly."

Melita's expression became a little serious: "Because these things can easily involve specific techniques."

"You can't get technical or technical knowledge from the gods. If you can, you'd better not even ask," Gawain nodded, "I don't mind asking about some ancient history or anything unrelated to human society from the dragon gods. Secret news, because we can treat that as a story, but the magic tide and the signal, these things I really dare not ask him."

"These questions... I also need to apply to my superiors to determine whether I can communicate with you," Melita hesitated, then slowly said, "But there are some things I can tell you, that is why Tallond is You can experience the tides of magic time and time again without any problems..."

Having said this, she paused, raised her finger and pointed to the top.

"You may have guessed it - the great shield of Tal Londe, our biggest defensive barrier, it is the key to allowing the dragons to survive the magic tide."

Tal Londe Great Shield...

Gawain pinched his forehead subconsciously. In fact, this was indeed what he had thought before. He thought that the technology of the dragon race to resist the magic tide should be related to the large shield, but this could not explain a problem——

"Even if the Great Shield can protect the creatures on the continent of Tal Lond when the tide comes, how did you adapt to the upside-down world outside the shield after the tide? Of course, I'm not referring to Gondor here. The small magic tide that I have experienced, but the big magic tide that can really affect the whole world," he asked with a frown, "After the big magic tide, the magic rules of the whole world will be reset, and a lot of substances will become unfamiliar. , you can still survive after coming out of the big shield... Is it just relying on the powerful physical fitness of the dragon?"

Listening to Gawain's words, Melita suddenly showed a strange look in her eyes, her eyes fell on Gawain for a while, and then she asked uncertainly, "I want to know, what will happen after the arrival of the Great Demon Tide? Who disclosed to you that the rules of magic in the world and the change in the form and nature of a large number of substances?"

Gawain sensed something was wrong from the other party's expression, and his expression became extremely serious: "This is the information revealed to us by the Kraken - like you, they have also observed this world for millions of years, while Cecil and The connection between the Kraken is closer than that with Tal Lund, so we all got the knowledge about the big and small magic tides, black traps, reverse tides, etc. from the Kraken. You mean... Did the Kraken give us Is the information about the Great Demon Tide fake?"

"...No, they didn't lie to you, that is indeed the world in their eyes. The arrival of the magic tide will indeed turn the whole world upside down, but I think your understanding of this..." Melita said with a strange expression, but Just halfway through, her face suddenly changed, and then she dropped the cup in her hand and pressed her chest painfully with her hand. All subsequent words were replaced by a growl and gasp.

Gawain was startled: "Are you alright?!"

Melita breathed hard for a long time before she finally regained her strength. She held the bar next to her and slowly raised her head, looking at Gao Wen with a pale complexion: "I really didn't expect to tell you at home. The same goes for some small talk…”

Gao Wen: "So just now..."

"God warned me... I can't discuss this topic with you anymore," Melita said weakly. "Sorry, I can't help you."

Gawain's expression began to become serious. Although Melita only spoke half of what he said just now, it had already caused a lot of fluctuations in his heart. He faintly felt as if he had caught something, and his thoughts could not help but spread. Seeing the painful expression of Miss Agent after being directly warned by the gods at this moment, the information revealed behind this topic made him pay special attention!

Humans' perception of the "Great Magic Tide" may be biased? The siren's information is not completely accurate? Will the research on magic tide face a new breakthrough? Where is the direction of the breakthrough? The technology of the dragon family, or the intelligence of the siren? !

He felt that his breathing became a little short, and Melita stood up with difficulty while supporting the bar. She shook her body in place before she finally stood up, and then showed an apologetic look to Gawain: "I'm sorry, I I can't accompany you anymore, I need to go back and do some... little health checks..."

"It's me who should say sorry," Gawain immediately stood up, with a sincere apology on his face, "If it wasn't for me to open my mouth..."

"No, no one can predict when the chain will suddenly strangle the neck, no one can predict when the wall will appear... The dragons are used to it," Melita showed a pale smile, she shook She shook her head, staggered and turned to leave, but suddenly stopped, she looked back at Gawain, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Although I can't continue talking with you, I think... God is It reminds us of something in this way.”

Gawain thought thoughtfully: "Remind us?"

Melita took a deep breath: "He doesn't want you to get a direct answer from me, which means that this answer may be...very special, very important...maybe it must be solved by yourself, not under the guise of any external help."

After saying this, she closed her eyes slightly, turned around and walked slowly towards the exit of the room.

Her last words came into Gawain's ears: "After I go back, I will try to read the follow-up information on the signals I reported last time - this time, add your needs as a 'VIP', maybe your superiors will approve my application."

Melita left, leaving Gawain alone in the huge room. The latter's brows frowned and stretched several times. In deep thought, he began to slowly pace the room.

...

The god went to rest, and his avatar disappeared into the splendid temple, returning to some extradimensional state that mortals could not perceive.

Heragor still stood respectfully in front of the Holy See, with his hands down as if waiting for an order.

He knows that although the gods have left, the sight of the gods is still there, always there, countless eyes are watching this ancient land without rest, under the gaze of the gods, every dragon must live cautiously . He must remain here in accordance with the duties of the High Dragon Priest until the hour required by the canon.

He stood like this for an unknown time, and finally, he stood for the time stipulated in the teachings.

The gods are still resting, and it may take a long time before the next summons, so the dragon priest is temporarily at leisure.

Heragor raised his head and walked out of the temple hall without hesitation-his steps were unhurried, but a faint glow gradually shrouded him. He walked into the depths of the glow, and the next In seconds, he came to the depths of the gorgeous palace where the upper-level panel was located.

Speaker Andal woke up from half-sleep, and he heard Omega's voice ringing in his mind: "Your Excellency Speaker, High Priest Herragol wants to meet you."

Andal's mechanical prosthetic eye shrank for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "...Connect it."

"The High Priest is not on the line - he is outside your door."

Andal was completely awake, his head moved, and there were some subtle sounds of liquid pumping in the large number of cables and pipes connected to the body, and he didn't speak until two seconds later: "Okay, let him in - temporarily. No other visitors."

The mechanical door leading to the "Throne of the Mind" hall opened automatically, and Heragor stepped into it. The high-level dragon priest raised his head and looked at the old giant dragon on the platform in front, covered with traces of mechanical transformation. Nodding slightly: "I'm glad to see that you are still healthy, Your Excellency Speaker."

"High Priest, it's rare for you to step into the Council's headquarters in person instead of using the Omega network to send me messages directly," The implant components on Andal's head flickered slightly, and his voice passed through The loudspeaker reverberates throughout the hall, "Is there anything important that you need to convey in person?"

"God is resting, and He has issued a metaphor to temporarily cancel the inspection plan of the two ancient continents of Kaldor and Moore in this century. The original group of Far Travelers was disbanded on the spot and stood by in Tallond."

"Why?" Andal couldn't help asking.

"There is no reason," said Herragol indifferently, "just execute it."

Andal's gaze fell on Hragol, and after a few seconds of staring, he retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice, "...I understand."

However, the high-level dragon priest who had conveyed the "oracle" did not leave, and remained silently standing there.

"Is there anything else?" Andal couldn't help asking.

"Second thing—"

Heragor said indifferently, and then took out a small amulet from his bosom—the amulet was made of an unknown metal, and the silver-white surface was floating with shimmering stars, but it seemed to be insubstantial, its edge Constantly showing a vaguely translucent shape, it almost floats on the hands of the Dragon Priest. It is not so much an item that exists in the real world, it is more like it was forcibly dragged from another time and space with some force. "projection".

The moment he saw the talisman, Andar's breath subconsciously missed half a beat, and the next second, he saw that Heragor smashed the "talisman projection" between the virtual and the real without hesitation. ".

"Hragol! You—" the speaker couldn't help shouting suddenly, his upper body swayed, and the countless pipes and cables connected to it rattled, even the crystals around the hall showing various data Countless cluttered ripples appeared on the surface of the drapery in an instant.

"The second thing," Heragol repeated again, the fragments of the amulet in his hand dissipated in the air, "for three minutes from now, we will all be out of sight of the gods."

The last bits of the talisman completely dissipated into the air.

Andar sat high on his spiritual throne, still like a statue, watching Heragor standing below.

For over a million years, he felt his heart pounding again.

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