Chapter 1218： Dragonborn and the Pea (1/2)

The weather is getting colder and colder, especially in the suburbs under the night, but for the powerful extraordinary knights and dragonborn, this coldness is obviously nothing.

Ashalena stood quietly on the hills illuminated by the stars, and the imperial capital illuminated by the lights of thousands of families was like a gem inlaid on the banks of the white water. In her eyes, it was far more brilliant than the stars in the sky. There are several winding lights extending from the city, extending into the dark plains under the night, connecting those more distant lights-those are the busy roads and railways day and night, they are like arteries in this land. The blood of the empire is transported on it.

After the topic of Tarrond, she and Byron did not speak for a long time, letting silence gradually surround him from all directions, and it took some time before she heard the familiar and low voice from all directions. From the side: "...If only they could wait until this day..."

"If they are still alive, then you are probably still the mercenary leader who is in the gray area. If you are still the mercenary leader, then when old Cecil was hit by the deformed body, Ms. Hetty and Rebecca The young lady won’t have your combat power by her side. Without your combat power, Cecil’s last fire can hardly survive that disaster. In this way, even if Gawain Cecil is still resurrected, this piece of The fate of the land will be completely different as it is today..." Ashalena turned her head and looked at Byron, her eyes gleaming with a dark red glow in the night, "I know this sounds a little cold, but the leader, Fate is interlocking."

"...Yes, fate is intertwined," Byron sighed lightly, and then looked at Ashalena a little weirdly, "but you wouldn't have said this kind of... What I remember most about you is holding a wine barrel and bragging with people. If you can't brag, you will take a knife and continue bragging. After the fight, you will continue to brag-I haven't lost a fight, and I haven't lost a fight."

"It is not the style that a mature gentleman should have to mention these things in front of women-but it fits your style," Ashalena laughed, with a trace of memory in her eyes, "I left you with me back then. Is this the original impression...I don’t remember this clearly, but it should indeed be my most free and easy day."

"Actually, I've always been very curious," Byron couldn't help but glanced up and down at Ashalena, "Dragon Seal Witch...what the **** does it do? It sounds like you have a very special identity in the Holy Dragon Principality, not only It's as simple as an envoy for foreign exchanges."

Ashalena did not expect that such a careless guy by Byron would pay attention to such details. She blinked a little unexpectedly, and then the corners of her mouth curled up slightly: "Indeed, I am not only an envoy for foreign exchanges," Dragon Seal Witch 'Have their own duties-in the Holy Dragon Principality, everyone has such a natural'duty', some are born craftsmen, some are born warriors, some are superb in memory, and some are born to perceive or understand dragons. The knowledge hidden in the language runes...

"These things are engraved in our genetic factors, deep in the soul memory of every dragonborn. A considerable part of these'duties' are actually useless in this era, but they are still preserved. Waiting for the day when it will come in handy in the future. And this is the original meaning of the existence of the Holy Dragon Principality: we are the "disaster backup" of Tarrond, the seeds used to rebuild the dragon civilization after the extinction of the pure blood dragon...

"As for my'Dragon Seal Witch'... my duty is to record and master dragon language magic. I am also naturally able to identify the blood of other dragon descendants, and use psychic resonance to establish communication with other dragon seal witches in the distance—— The Dragon Seal Witch is a bit like the'catalog' and the'node' of the Disaster Backup. If the Dragon Civilization collapses, the number of Dragon Seal Witches surviving directly determines the reconstruction speed and upper limit of the entire civilization."

Byron's eyes widened in surprise. He watched Ashalena say this with a calm expression, and frowned subconsciously: "I didn't expect you to be such an amazing character... What you said. Does every dragonborn know about the matter?"

"Every dragonborn? Of course not," Asha Leina smiled and shook her head. "Only the upper dragonborn living in Longlin Fort knows these'missions', and they must be adulthood-most dragonborn I don’t know my mission. Everyone is just living a familiar life in a familiar land. I know that the outside world has always believed that the Holy Dragon Principality is a very mysterious place, but in fact...most of the dragon descendants Normal life is similar to that of your human beings."

"Humans don't roll themselves down halfway up the mountain in a wooden barrel, let alone fall freely along steep cliffs," Byron muttered with a weird expression, "In your majesty's words, your dragon descendants usually The lifestyle is too hard-core..."

"Haha..." Ashalena was amused by Byron's words, and the pleasant laughter spread far away in the night. After a few seconds, she slowly put away her laughter, exhaled gently, and said with a sigh. "Actually, it doesn’t make much sense to say this now. The development of things did not proceed according to the ancient plan. The dragon passed the rite of passage, but Talrond was not completely destroyed... The future seems to be better than expected, but the original The dragonborn who are to serve as the "disaster backup" now have the opportunity to choose their own path of survival.

"It is said that His Majesty Balogall is trying to solve the genetic engraving on the dragonborn, and my father is also actively involved in this matter. I don't care much about it... The natural'duty' may be for many dragonborns. Words are a kind of restraint, but on the other hand, there is nothing wrong with having a natural talent in my opinion."

Listening to what Ashalena said, Byron did not speak for any comment-this is a question related to the way of survival of the dragonborn, and each race has its own way of living, and he can't use the human's way of life. Judging Ashalena and her people with his eyes, keeping silent at this time is the most correct choice.

Ashalena was a little surprised by Byron’s silence, but soon she smiled and shook her head, putting these aside, this dragonborn withdrew her eyes from a distance, turned and looked at the bare hills behind, symbolizing The sexual tombstone and the lone bouquet were silent under the stars, and a path stretched from the direction of the tombstone to the foot of the mountain. After a long time, she whispered, "What's in this tomb?"

"It's nothing more than the empty thoughts of the living, there are two rusty broken swords and a bad eulogy," Byron said in a low voice, "In fact, I originally buried a few people outside the old Cecil. Lin Daokou, but in that disaster, the place where they were buried was the main channel for the attack of the deformed body-plus the dragon's breath later, there was nothing left in that place. I went back later and dug from the ruins. Something came out and a tomb was reluctantly built here... But your Majesty has a right saying that the best way to commemorate the dead is not how gorgeous funerals and coffins are, but someone can still remember their lives, I I think this is right."

"It sounds like you trust your Majesty."

"Of course, everyone who has fought alongside him will trust him, and when it comes to life and death, I believe in his judgment," Byron said with a smile, "He has experience."

The corners of Ashalena's mouth seemed to tremble, but she couldn't see clearly in the night, and then she seemed to change the subject and said, "Old Cecil...I remember that I liked the roasted wild boar legs and honey produced there. Wine. By the way, is it still in ruins today?"

"Reconstruction has begun-the ruins I mentioned are from a few years ago," Byron nodded. "The place was very corrupted by the demon tide. Even if it was purified by the dragon's breath, the harmful components in the deep soil are still The continuous precipitation is very unsuitable for growing crops, so we do not plan to build a town there. The plan of the Government Affairs Department is to treat it as an industrial area and move some heavy factories on the south bank of the Baishui River."

Then he fell silent, feeling this moment of silence in the cold wind of late autumn, until the dragoons patrolling at night flew from the distant sky, and the low buzzing sound made him wake up from his memories, he saw Glancing at the brightly lit city, she said to Ashalena: "Go back, it's getting late, and Pea should worry about not going back."

Ashalena nodded, and walked behind Byron to the path not far away. When she passed the grave on the top of the hill, she couldn't help stopping, and reached out and patted the piece. A cold tombstone.

"Go away."