Amber's speed was very fast.
It was a speed that even the dynamic vision of a Legendary champion could not capture. It was a flash that crossed the boundary between shadow and reality. Gwen and Victoria could only hear the wind whistling in their ears, and a certain Shame of the Alliance had turned into a swift black flash. In the next instant, Victoria felt something heavy hanging on her thigh, and heard a voice. "Let's observe for a while more!"
Gwen was having a headache. Even though he had seen Amber's strange maneuvers over the years, he could not take it anymore. He stepped forward, grabbed the girl's belt and lifted her up by force. "Alright, stop embarrassing yourself. Modir, what happened?"
Victoria finally reacted. The Duchess of the Northern Realms, who was always calm and composed and could remain calm under any circumstances, widened her eyes as if this was the first time in her life that she was so shocked. She was even a little flustered, and only took half a step back after Gwen had carried Amber away … So in a sense, Amber's sliding to her knees was quite effective. After all, even a Legendary champion would not have expected this, and the Duchess' train of thought was interrupted.
"I … I'm fine." Modir finally blinked, as if he had been jolted awake from a brief but immersed dream. Still a little confused, his eyes swept across the few figures in the hut, and finally fell on Gwen. "I just … seemed to have seen something … No, I didn't see it, I felt it …"
"What did you feel?" Gwen quickly put Amber on the ground, and asked with a particularly serious expression.
After Amber landed, her body swayed a little. She first looked up at Modir, and then at Gwen and Victoria, who were looking serious. She seemed to have determined that the great adventurer was fine, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she retreated to a corner and tried to reduce her presence while pricking up her ears to pay attention to the changes in the situation. As the person involved, Modir did not seem to have noticed it at all. He just shook his head gently, as if dispelling something entrenched in his mind. "In that direction … What I'm looking for is in that direction. I remember now, I've been there! I also saw a hole there, but no one knows where it is. Oh no, there's a hole there … And another place, I went to another 'entrance' … They are connected … "
Modir's eyes gradually became confused, and his words were incoherent. But just as Gwen and Victoria could not help but want to help, the old mage suddenly stopped. He shook his head hard, and his eyes gradually regained clarity.
"Are you okay?" Victoria saw that the old man had recovered and immediately asked, "Just now, you …"
"I'm fine, don't worry," the old mage said, nodding. Then, he appeared to be in deep thought. He seemed to be sorting out what had just happened to him, and after a few seconds, he slowly said, "I just felt several different layers of consciousness floating on the 'surface' at the same time. Those consciousness were all me, memories of different periods and different states … My head was full of my own voice and things I've seen before. Oh Goddess of Magic, I've never heard of such a thing …"
"Memories of different periods and different states occupying the mind at the same time?" Victoria was stunned. As a mage, she was the first to notice this unusual phenomenon. "You mean, your memory has been restored?!"
"No, it's still far from it, but I think Miss Amber's treatment must have had some effect … I feel like something that was once lost has come back a little." Modir rubbed his forehead, and his voice was low and slow. "What did I say just now?"
He looked at Gwen, and at this moment, he seemed to notice the latter's unusually serious expression.
Gwen did not answer Modir immediately. He just looked in the direction where the old mage's eyes were, and after a few seconds of silence, he whispered, "You said that what you're looking for is in that direction, and you mentioned that there's a 'hole' somewhere."
"What I'm looking for …" Modir repeated softly, as if he really did not remember what he had just said. He followed Gwen's gaze, but in that direction, he could only see a wall of the hut and a window inlaid on the wall. "That direction … where is it?"
"The Tower of Tidetide," Gwen said softly.
"Looks like things are finally pointing in this direction," Amber looked at Gwen, and then at Modir, who had returned to normal. Her pointed ears twitched, and she whispered, "Looks like we have to move ahead."
…
Under the starlight of the polar night, the shield over the city blocked the cold wind from the depths of the wasteland. This simple layer of protection was obviously not as warm and comfortable as the eco-dome, but in this cold land where many things were waiting to be done, a layer of shield was already a guarantee of stability that could not be asked for more. Inside the shield, the light of the magic crystal stone lamp dispelled the darkness in the city, and the square at the edge of the settlement was a little lively.
More than a dozen hatchlings were playing in the square. Under the bright light cast by the lampposts, some of these hatchlings were practicing flying, some were running and playing on the ground, and some were using their young breaths to shoot all kinds of light bullets and flames into the sky. These ignorant hatchlings did not know what the 'glory of the past' was, nor did they realize the profound and special significance of the city that rose from the ruins. They took everything that they saw for granted and unleashed their endless energy in this unique childhood that belonged only to them. They also learned the various skills necessary to survive on this land.
The 'guardians' stood at the edge of the square, watching the hatchlings play.
"The two of them have adapted well here." Melita retracted her gaze from the square and looked at her friend who was standing beside her. "I was worried that they would be frightened by the unfamiliar environment and the presence of so many of their kind."
"The two of them may be more adaptable than us," Noretta said with a smile. "After all, they were born and grew up in this era, and they have the most special 'foster mother' to teach them."
Melita nodded gently, and a series of footsteps came from the side. She heard a vaguely familiar voice. "Hello … Have I seen you before?"
Melita looked in the direction of the voice and saw a short figure with long red hair standing not far behind her. It was a young red dragon. At first, Melita did not remember where she had seen this face, but soon a corresponding image appeared in her mind. She remembered, this was the mechanic who helped her remove the failed implant when she first came to the shelter camp.
"Hello, I remember you. You are the mechanic. We have met before. You helped me remove the failed implant." Melita smiled and greeted the young red dragon. "Sorry, I didn't remember …"
"I wasn't sure either." The young mechanic also smiled. In this difficult time, it was no doubt a happy thing to see a familiar face appear safely in front of him again. "It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time. What are you doing here?"
"I have been on a mission in the Lolun Continent most of the time. Now I am back to report," Melita said casually. "I also brought the Young Dragon back to familiarize with the hometown. They were hatched in the Lolun Continent."
"Lolun Continent … You actually went so far away?" The red dragon mechanic's eyes widened in surprise at first, and then noticed the two unfamiliar little ones in the square. She was a little surprised. "You adopted the Young Dragon? And there are two of them? "
"I adopted them with a friend." Melita smiled and pointed at Noretta, who was standing next to her with a smile. "What about you? Are you also here to look after your Young Dragon? Are you still a mechanic? "
"… I'm no longer a mechanic," the young Red Dragon said softly, then looked in the direction of the square. "I didn't claim my own dragon egg, but I am indeed here to take care of the baby dragons — to take care of all the little ones playing in this square."
"You are not a mechanic anymore?" Melita was a little surprised. "Why? Didn't you say this was left behind by your grandfather … "
"My internal organs have survived the backlash of the booster, but my nervous system has not completely survived." The young red dragon shook her head and raised her hands with a regretful tone. Under the starlight and crystal lights, Melita could clearly see the slight trembling of her fingertips. "Now most of the mechanical maintenance work has to be done manually, but my hands can no longer do such delicate things, both in human and dragon form. Fortunately, the situation today is much better than before. One less mechanic does not have much impact on the whole city. "
"… Sorry."
"What do you have to be sorry about?" The young red dragon said with a smile. "In fact, it is not so bad now. I am responsible for taking care of the Young Dragon for the dragons who are out on missions. It is very interesting to play with these little ones, and I can still deal with my favorite mechanical devices — help out at the recycling department or something. It is just that I can no longer be a professional mechanic. "
Melita, Noretta, and the Young Dragon stood together at the edge of the square, watching the seemingly always energetic Young Dragons show their enthusiasm in the square. The two new little ones seemed to have gained the approval of the Young Dragons. They were playing together, and at the moment, they were fighting over a large mottled metal ring. The ring collided and rolled on the ground, making a crisp sound. Under the light, a few worn-out letters flashed on the surface of the ring from time to time. Melita could not see clearly, but she could make out the words' arena 'and' champion '.
"That is the most popular toy here," the young red dragon said. "I don't know where the little ones dug it out from. It looks like something from the Ultimate Arena. I am not familiar with it. I was not interested in the arena back then. "
Noretta looked at the cubs playing in the square and suddenly said softly, "The Young Dragon is really carefree."
"Of course, what do they have to worry about? The world is still so beautiful to them. "The young red dragon laughed. She looked at the scene in the square, and her voice softened." I heard Carador call these Young Dragons the 'Post-Tarlonde Generation', which means the dragons born after the end of the Tarlonde War. Compared to us survivors in the wasteland, the hatchlings would view the world they live in from a completely different perspective. Omega, implants, enhancers, colossal cities and factories — all of that is history that they could not touch. What they could touch on, however, was the continent that had experienced the flames of war, and the colossal 'Alliance' beyond the continent …
"They were born on this scorched land, and they will grow up on this scorched land. They have no implants and enhancers in their lives, and they have never understood what the Omega System is. They will not cherish the glory and convenient technology of the past, nor will they have additional fears and burdens about the future. They are different from us. Even the strongest of us will feel sad when we look at the Red Zone and the Black Zone. When we see the things in the recycling yard, we can't help but recall some things. But these Young Dragons … Have you noticed the look in their eyes? They only have curiosity and anticipation for the future.
"President Andal said that we now need these eyes of hope for the future. These eyes themselves are the future.
"That's why I like to be with these Young Dragons. They make me feel that my existence is meaningful. I am watching over a future worth looking forward to. Compared to this, the damage to the nervous system is just a trivial matter."
"A generation without burdens …" Melita said softly. "Noretta and I didn't think so much when we were digging for dragon eggs in the ruins of the hatching factory."
At this moment, two figures flew out from the direction of the square, accompanied by cheerful cries. Melita and Noretta reached out their hands and stopped the two Young Dragons in the air with ease. They put the little ones on the ground and stroked the smooth scales near their heads with their hands. The two young Dragons let out comfortable purrs, rubbing their heads on Melita's and Noretta's thighs while squinting their eyes comfortably.
"Have you finally had enough fun?" Noretta could not help but laugh. "You seem to have made a lot of new friends."
"Caw!!" The Young Dragons cried happily, flapping their wings and necks hard. At the same time, some of the scales near their necks and backs gradually exuded a bright blue light stream. As the Young Dragons swayed, the light stream and the stars in the sky reflected each other.
"This is …" The Young Red Dragon looked at the strange phenomenon on the two Young Dragons in shock. She had obviously never seen such a scene before. "What's that on them?"
"It's the influence of the Deep Blue magic," Melita said casually as she stroked the little one's head. "It seems that a small number of dragon eggs are affected by the Deep Blue network and have such a special magic mark when they are born. Didn't you see it here? I heard that a small number of Young Dragons born in Tarlonde also seem to have a similar phenomenon. "
"A mark left by the Deep Blue magic?" The Young Red Dragon said in surprise, and then thoughtfully said, "This … I seem to have heard of it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. There's no such thing among the Young Dragons that I've taken care of …"
At this moment, the two Young Dragons who were rubbing against Melita and Noretta suddenly stretched their necks and looked at a certain direction in the night sky. The magic light stream behind them suddenly became several times brighter than before, and even released a faint heat. Melita and Noretta did not react for a moment before they heard the two Young Dragons crying out anxiously one after another. "Caw!! Caw!! "
(End of Chapter)
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