Chapter 1056： Pick up (1/2)

In the next few minutes, there was only silence in the abandoned and collapsed hall. The three pairs of eyes fell on the metal plate with the wonderful material, until the text on the metal plate gradually disappeared, even the metal plate itself. Little by little it melted into the air-it turned into a little dust, and fell from Hragor's hand, leaving no trace of it.

Barroger finally couldn't help breaking the silence: "What does the third story mean?"

"...When Gawain Cecil visited Tarrond,'He' told him two stories, two stories about gods and mortals," Herragor rubbed his fingers, as if I can feel the real touch of the metal plate just now, "'He' said at the time that there was a third story, but that story hasn't happened yet..."

Balroger looked into Herragor's eyes: "So do you know what'him' means?"

"I don't understand," Herragor shook his head. "And I still don't understand... I have spent more than a million years trying to decipher every metaphor spoken by "He", but in the end I can only understand part of it. That's it, something... is destined to be beyond our comprehension."

"Then what are your thoughts on the first few items?" Balogre asked again, "These things...are they really left behind by ‘He’? Why did ‘He’ keep these things?"

Herragor didn’t answer, he just stayed silent, thinking for a long time in the silence, and finally said softly as if talking to himself: "Perhaps...this is only when the shackles are cut off,'He' can tell us The knowledge of listening."

"Obviously,'He' also wants to talk to the human named Gawain Cecil," Andal didn't break his silence until this time. The old dragon race looked back at the dragon in the middle of the hall with a hint of gold. Egg, said in a somewhat complicated tone, "Hragor, you decide what to do."

"... Do it," Herragor said after a full ten seconds of silence. "In the final analysis, the fate of Tarrond has been inextricably linked to the trajectory of that mankind, the turning point of history and His actions are closely related, and perhaps for a long time to come, this connection will continue.'He' probably foresaw all this, so he arranged these things in advance."

"Well, since this is your judgment," Balroger opened his hand, "Anyway, we have also decided to return to the world. It is also a good way to establish contact with one of the most powerful nations in the human world. beginning."

Andal's gaze was always on the dragon egg, and then he couldn't help but said: "Hragor, do you think this dragon egg is safe? Will it... be a dangerous sign of return? ?"

"Remember the'first' and'second' we saw just now?" Herragor did not answer directly, but instead asked Andal. The latter nodded after a little thought: "Of course I remember— —The first, as a natural phenomenon, the “god” will never die in essence. The second, the “god” in the eyes of mortals is merely the interaction between the above-mentioned natural phenomenon and the “observer group” of mortals. The ripples produced."

"I believe in these two points, so we don't have to worry about this dragon egg," Herragor said slowly, "For the dragon race, the gods we know have already left."

"Then how do we deal with it? By the way...Do you think this egg can hatch?" Balroger looked at the dragon egg with a weird expression. As a scholar, he didn't know which theory to use to face it. The weird situation in front of me, "Ah, I think of another question-the message just now said,'Give this all to Gawain Cecil', does this'everything' include this egg?"

For a while in the huge abandoned hall, it was quiet, and it took a long time for Herragor's voice to sound a little dull: "...you asked me."

...

The wind from the plains blows across the vast land. Although the breath of winter has not been completely far from the north, there is already a trace of warmth in the wind. From Saint-Sunil to outside Pompeii, from the Gorgon River to the Solin region, the fertile land is gradually showing a little green as the weather warms, and the blooming of light-colored windward orchids is bringing people on this land Got a good new:

This long and cold winter has finally passed, and the pace of the Moon of Recovery is approaching the northern land.

In the Sorin area, the Yongchun green land covered by giant trees is luxuriant as ever.

The "miracle" power from the giant tree enlightens the entire area. In fact, within the coverage of the giant tree of Thorin, you will not feel very obvious changes in spring and winter, even if the wind in the direction of the plain blows into Solinburg, the breath of the wind Will also be purified and infiltrated by giant trees, becoming consistent with the local environment. But even so, people living in the Sorin area can still feel the changes caused by the coming of the moon of recovery on the Plains of the Holy Spirit: in the edge of the canopy, the wind blows the light-colored windward orchids and leaves, which are like cotton wool. Grass seeds flew in the wind from the south and landed under the windowsill of the outpost outside Solinburg.

Standing in the garden of Solinburg, Andesa Wendell, with long gray hair, took a deep breath of fresh air. She heard the sound of wings flapping from the sky. A beautiful bird with only green feathers flew past the edge of the castle roof and flew towards the direction of the Holy Spirit Plain.

These beautiful birds are not the "local residents" of the giant Thorin tree, they are just sheltering here temporarily from the cold winter.

The adaptability of wild animals is always amazing. Nowadays, many animals in this area have adapted to the existence of the giant Thorin trees and regard this mild climate area as a holy place for wintering. In the snowy days of the Holy Spirit Plain, countless beasts and birds gathered in the canopy above Solinburg and the bushes at the foot of the castle, and when the plain became warmer, these little animals hurriedly left. This shelter, go back to their habitat on the plain.

Andersa’s gaze followed the few birds until they disappeared under the light blue sky at the edge of the canopy. Then she took a deep breath, moved her hands and feet, and picked up a branch from the ground as a Practicing swords, began to exercise like the past ten years-after a long recuperation, her movements were a bit rusty at first, but after ten minutes, her movements gradually became smoother.

Halfway through the practice, there was footsteps coming from nearby, and Andesa subconsciously stopped and looked at the corridor on the side of the courtyard-Bud Wendell, wearing a researcher uniform, was standing on the edge of the corridor with a slight smile. Looking here, he clapped his hands and praised: "Okay, very energetic."

"Father," Andesa dropped the branch in her hand, "good morning."

"It looks like you are recovering well," Bud Wendell walked over. "I thought you would have to lie down for at least a few more days to have this spirit."

"Actually, I did it a few days ago," Andesa smiled-now she can laugh naturally in front of her father, "I have recovered very quickly, and the air here seems to be soaked with life. breath."

"You can remove the'as if', every inch of the air here is indeed infiltrated with the life force," Bud also laughed, "Solinburg is the most suitable place for convalescence in Cecil, here you only need Lying in bed is equivalent to receiving uninterrupted rejuvenation blessings, and compared with conventional healing spells and medicines, this slow but comprehensive healing can truly leave no hidden dangers."