Chapter 1055： About the third story (1/2)

Thirty minutes later, Kalador completed his inspection of the entire camp, and he returned to the high platform, where the three leaders were waiting.

"How is the situation?" Andal looked at the red dragon landing on the platform. "Are there any dragons in the camp praying or doing similar things?"

"No, there are no dragons praying," Calador shook his head, with a weird expression on his face, "It stands to reason that it is impossible for anyone to pray... We have paid such a huge price to be able to break the shackles. And spiritual pollution, at this time, turning around and reshaping the gods, won’t all the costs be wasted?"

Andal was still frowning, and Balogre next to him said in a deep voice: "...but not all dragons have a clear head. In the midst of severe stress and the trance caused by the backlash of the booster, Compatriots who are not strong enough will still be able to pray for supernatural power to save themselves...not to mention this kind of prayer has been their'instinct' for a long time."

"But normally... the shackles cannot be rebuilt in a short time. At least it will not come back within a racial memory cycle," Andal shook his head. "And even if the shackles and the steel seal make a comeback, this requires a huge amount of faith. Support, this can't be achieved by a few survivors who are under pressure to'convert'-not to mention that Karador has also visited, and there is no dragon in the camp to pray."

"But the entire area of ​​Tarrond is very large, and we cannot be sure of the situation in other areas," Balroger subconsciously looked into the distance, as if searching for something in the wilderness, "In case... a certain area has a huge number of Of survivors, and they chose to rebuild the church after waking up, and the number exceeded that threshold..."

"This possibility is too low," Andal said immediately, and then he noticed that Herragor had been silent since just now, and couldn't help saying, "Hragor, what did you think of?"

"I'm thinking, what you said makes sense," Herragor finally looked up from his thoughts, his eyes slowly sweeping over the two old friends, "We paid a huge price to carry out the coming-of-age ceremony, at least Within a racial memory cycle, the effects of this ritual are irreversible-not to mention that I don’t think the dragon will be so weak and will bow their heads in such a short period of time, even if some compatriots cannot bear the pressure and start praying again. At present, the number of dragons surviving in Tarrond is far from enough, and time is far from enough...He cannot return, which is not in line with theory."

Andal and Balogre looked at each other. They both saw solemn expressions in each other's eyes. Andal first looked at Hragor: "But you did feel something just now?"

"I did feel something...but don't you think it's weird?" Herragor looked very serious. "Why is it only me who feels it? There is no echo in your mind?"

Andar and Balogall showed thoughtful looks. They heard each other continue to say: "If'He' really comes back, then'His' voice should be everywhere. This is the most basic of God. And cannot be resisted by any personal will... Since you can't hear it, it means that what I hear is not the voice of God..."

Balroger frowned: "You mean..."

Herragor didn't answer for a moment, but raised his head and looked in the direction of the ruins of Agundor. He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was carefully perceiving a subtle connection in the atmosphere. This perception continued for a long time. It took several minutes before he withdrew his gaze from a distance: "...I felt it again just now, but you still haven't heard anything?"

Balroger and Andal looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"I saw it vaguely," Herragor took a slight breath as he walked to the edge of the high platform, gradually rippling with pale golden light around him, and the huge figure of the dragon emerged from the light little by little. I must go there to confirm the situation."

As his voice fell, the golden dragon more than a hundred meters long had opened its huge wings in the twilight, and with the whistling sound of the magical stirring air, Herragor rose into the sky and quickly moved towards Agondo Flew to the depths of the ruins.

Balogre and Andal stood on the high platform, probably because the leader left too decisively, they seemed to have no reaction for a while. Balroger looked into the distance, and after a few seconds he couldn't help saying: "I'm a little worried about his state-Andal, the leader's situation seems not quite right."

"...He has served as a high-ranking dragon priest serving the gods for more than one million years, and I really suspect that this long'dipping' has changed him from the depths," Andal said in a low voice, "this change Maybe it didn't affect his mind, but it might affect his'essence'... Karadall, you and Duke Moore will take care of the camp situation, and Balogall and I will follow up to see the situation."

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The turbid and heavy clouds gathered once again, covering the dark sky of Tarrond, the remaining brilliance of the huge sun was blocked by the clouds, and the ruins of Agundor fell into darkness as if shrouded in midnight.

Herragor flew over the ruins, and the golden dragon's figure looked like a meteor in the dark. His eyes slowly swept across the completely changed city below, and his gaze stretched forward along the undulating ruins. Extending to the collapsed city, the collapsed mountain peaks, and the once magnificent palace walls and ornate roofs buried among the mountain debris.

All of this was shrouded in darkness due to the dim light of the sky, but a clear pale golden track emerged in Herragor’s vision. He clearly saw something that mortals could not recognize from a certain These ruins emerged and gathered behind the distant mound like a trickle.

With a vigilant and vigilant mood, he walked around the mound, and a pile of completely collapsed building roofs appeared in his field of vision-even though it was beyond recognition, Herragor could see the pile at a glance. Some familiar structures in the ruins.

This is the building on the highest mountain in Agonda, part of the main body of the "Upper Temple." Those trickling streams of light golden light finally converged in this place, and this converging process seemed to have come to an end.

Herragor immediately lowered his height and flew towards the pile of broken bricks and tiles. A layer of golden light floated on his body, which had already turned into a human form when he landed-such a small size is convenient for him to explore the collapsed ruins, because The once glorious and magnificent building has now completely crumbled, and the corridors and doorways that were used by the dragon to swagger are now only narrow gaps.

After searching for a circle, Herragor finally found a gap from the side of the slumped roof that seemed to lead to the deep inside. He squinted his eyes and confirmed again that there was a pale golden glow floating in his vision, and then he did not hesitate. The ground got into this rift.

The gap is narrow inside-but for him in human form, he can still move freely. The road ahead was very dark, winding like a deep cave. Herragor had to summon a ball of light to assist his vision: after losing the protection of the gods, he had lost his real vision, insight into time and space, Most magical powers such as immortality and immortality can now only rely on these mortal spells to act.

In this way, after drilling through the crooked, collapsed building, I don’t know how long it took before Herragor felt that the surrounding space became a little empty. He crawled forward for a while, and suddenly the light in his vision dimmed— —