Chapter 1052： A little light (2/2)

"Even a red dragon like you only knows this. You can imagine the level of the younger and more ignorant dragons in the camp than you in this respect. I have no hope at all," Andal sighed. , Shook his head slowly, "However, this is not to blame you, nor any dragon... After all, before today, no one had considered this situation at this moment."

"...The dragons have been taken care of by the'cradle' for too long, and this kind of thing can happen." Duke Moore sighed similarly, the old human form with a bitter and self-deprecating smile on his face, "and it's just hatching the dragon egg. In the first step, how to care for the whelps without an automatic rearing system and a constant temperature nest is even more problematic."

"What should I do then?" Merita looked at the people around her, feeling a little at a loss, "We can't even hatch eggs... Then..."

"Then learn, learn from scratch, and learn these'techniques' that should be biological instincts," Herragor said in a low tone, breaking the silence. "We old folks in the ancient times at least know what to do-we I will teach young dragons little by little how to hatch dragon eggs and take care of young dragons, but before that, one thing is very important."

He stopped halfway through, and Andal on the side knew what he was going to say, so he took the following words: "We can only incubate part of it, or even a small part... Before our food supply stabilizes, the camp raises Do not live so many wyrmlings."

"Prepare now. Pick some dragons that are willing and able to take care of the dragon eggs and wyrmlings, and then we will teach them what to do," Herragor said slowly, "Let's do it bit by bit, from zero. At the beginning, starting from the incubation of offspring, we will rebuild the dragon clan on this wasteland."

"In addition, I suggest that at least two dragons claim a dragon egg, or form a group to raise them together," Andal added, "We need to avoid losing labor due to caring for young dragons, especially now that the day has passed halfway. Before the colder polar night arrives, we must establish a relatively stable living environment as soon as possible, which requires a lot of labor."

From scratch, from a piece of wasteland-to rebuild a home.

Melita raised her head. She saw Andar and Herragor discussing the future of the ethnic group. Then Calador and Balogre began to discuss how to expand the camp and find a stable source of food from nearby seas and islands. She saw Noretta sitting aside, although tired, her eyes kept bright, and suddenly, another picture appeared in her mind——

For some reason, she thought of the small camp at the foot of the dark mountain range a few years ago, thought of the weak human beings who built houses and reclaimed wasteland in the wilderness, thought of the tents and slab houses on the banks of the white water, and There is the "pioneer" who seems to have infinite energy and countless ideas, who once stood by a wasteland and outlined the future of the ethnic group.

Only a few years ago, she was a spectator of all that.

The images in the memory overlap with the images in front of her, but the mood in the memory back then is completely different from the mood now.

That human created a lot of interesting words. Which words can be used here? Are things right? Or is time passing by? It doesn't seem right...

Melita thought wildly, just because now Andal and the others were discussing more and more areas that she couldn't understand. On those issues involving overall planning, she could not think of any useful opinions, but she was in a trance for a while. After that, her attention returned to this room, and Andal was discussing the idea of ​​rebuilding society with Duke Moore——

"The area we have explored is still too limited," Duke Moore said with regret. "Even if the search team has flown to the end of Agundor and the surrounding factory area, the entire Agundor area is in Tal. Lund is just one of many cities...More than 90% of this continent is still in an unclear state. Maybe other places have established camps like this one. Maybe they need our help urgently. Maybe they have the resources we urgently need, but we have no contact with each other."

“There are wandering elemental creatures on the surface, and there are unstable spatial cracks or elemental passages in the sky at any time. All long-distance activities are dangerous. Sending expedition exploration teams when the safe route is uncertain is tantamount to suicide,” Andal said, shaking his head. Now the communication is cut off, and the harsh natural conditions have divided the various regions of Tarrond."

"We found some ancient communication devices, but almost all of them couldn't be turned on, and a few of them could not receive signals," Calador added, "Either there is no other camp in the search range, or The interference on the wasteland is too strong..."

They were discussing, and Melita was listening. Suddenly, she couldn't help saying: "Or... let's light a beacon, just like those humans."

Andal and Duke Moore stopped discussing immediately, and several pairs of eyes fell on Merita, which made the latter shrink her neck subconsciously: "I just came up with an idea... I remembered that. Seeing what the humans did when they built and opened up camps, they made fires in the wilderness or shot beams of light to let nearby refugees know the location of the refuge...Of course, I thought it might not be thoughtful..."

"No, we are not questioning, we are just...a bit surprised," Andal said, suddenly couldn't help but tapped his forehead with a smile, "Such a simple and primitive way, we should have thought of it from the beginning. "

"We just want to repair the communication system or restart the communication line," Herragor spread out his hand. "After all, we haven't used firelight to communicate with distant places for more than a million years."

"But in this situation, lighting a beacon may not be of any use, right?" Noretta, who had never spoken a word on the side, looked at Merita, then at Herragore, and couldn't help saying, "Don't In terms of how far the light and smoke of the beacon can travel, even if you see it from a distance, there are still many obstacles that cannot be crossed in the wilderness. As far as we have explored so far, the surrounding area of ​​Argondo is almost blocked..."

"No, it's still useful. Even if a survivor trapped in the ruins finds the camp after seeing the beacon, it will be useful," Herragor shook his head and said solemnly. Worst of all, like you said, the obstacles in the wilderness block everyone, and the beacon has its meaning. It can tell other camps and survivors who are still insisting, let them know-we are here."

"I'm going to prepare for this," Barroger said, "I will prepare the grandest fire, so that it can be clearly seen across the Rift Valley-the beacon fire to be ignited by the dragons is not large. No way."