For half a minute, Gawain looked at Melita quietly, and Melita looked at Gawain quietly.

The former looked stunned, and the latter looked dazed.

In the end, it was Gawain who was the first to react, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he subconsciously pointed to Melita's long lilac hair: "Why don't the dragons have hair, you ......"

"Our human form is a spell effect, and of course the spell effect can be any kind of effect - I only became like this because I like it," Melita said with a look of course as she pointed to the top of her head, "The dragon form is my essence - I have scales, where does my hair come from?" ”

Gawain: "You ...... It's really reasonable......"

Melita thought for a while, and kindly added: "It seems that your friend is going to be disappointed - Talrond will not have similar products and technologies, if you have to say, our closest industry is scale polishing and dyeing, implant technology, which is a kind of beauty, if your friend doesn't mind, you can try to plant a layer ......of scales, a variety of colors are available, and the scalp can be cut with a sword bayonet in the future."

Gawain didn't see half of the joke on the face of the agent lady - obviously she was quite serious, but Gawain made up his own brain, and a dragon-scale scalp version of Söldlin came to mind, which made him shiver instantly, and shook his head again and again: "Forget it, he is ...... now" Well, it's bright enough. ”

In fact, if he thinks about it carefully, he thinks that Melita's suggestion is still attractive, if it is not considered from an aesthetic point of view, a head implanted with synthetic scales to become invulnerable is obviously of high practical value, a real strong person should not mind this, but he agrees that this is useless, the key is that Thorderlin should not accept this......

Realizing that more and more strange associations were coming to his mind, Gawain decided to put an end to this awkward topic.

"We've been stuck in Tallund for days," he said suddenly, "and maybe in a few days, we'll be gone." ”

"So fast?" Melita's eyes widened in surprise, "You could have stayed here a little longer—it's not easy for Tallrond to entertain a guest. ”

"But Cecil can't run for long without the Emperor now, it's been too long since we've been away from the Loren Continent," Gawain shook his head, "There is no feast in the world. ”

"There is no feast in the world...... Interesting statement. The Cecilians said that their emperor was a master of grammar who could create many wonderful sentences, and there seems to be some truth to this statement. Melita blinked and smiled.

Gawain didn't need to inquire to know that this was inseparable from the "Emperor's Sacred Words" secretly compiled by someone......

He coughed dryly, and continued, "Although I have made plans to leave, to be honest, I still have a lot to understand...... For example, about the Demon Tide, about the way the dragons fend off the Demon Tide, about the signal we once received...... As you'll remember, I asked you to help investigate whether that mysterious signal had something to do with Tallrond, and now I think Tallrond, with such a deep accumulation, should know more of the secrets behind that signal, but these things ...... I can't ask your God directly. ”

Melita's expression became a little more serious: "Because these things can easily involve specific technologies. ”

"You can't get technical or technical knowledge from the gods, and if you can, it's better not to even ask," Gawain nodded, "I don't mind asking the dragon god about some ancient history or secrets that have nothing to do with human society, because we can treat it as a story, but the magic tide and signals, these things I really don't dare to ask him." ”

"These problems...... I'll need to apply to my superiors to find out if I can communicate with you," Melita hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "But there's one thing I can tell you, and it's about how Tallrond has been able to go through one demon wave after another unharmed......"

At this, she paused, and raised her hand to point upward.

"As you might have guessed—the Great Shield of Tallrond, our greatest defensive barrier, is the key to keeping the dragons alive in the tide."

The Great Shield of Tallund......

Gao Wen subconsciously pinched the corners of his forehead, this was actually an idea he had before, he thought that the dragon clan's technology to resist the demon tide should be related to that big shield, but this could not explain a problem-

"Even though the Great Shield can protect the creatures on the continent of Talrond when the Tide comes, how did you manage to adapt to the upside-down world outside the shield after the Tide is over? Of course, I'm not referring to the small demon tide that Gondor has experienced, but the great demon tide that can really affect the entire world," he asked with a frown, "After the Great Demon Tide, the magic rules of the entire world will be reset, and a large amount of matter will become unfamiliar, but you can still survive after you come out of the Great Shield...... Is it just relying on the dragon's strong physical fitness? ”

Listening to Gawain's words, Melita suddenly showed a somewhat strange look, her gaze fell on Gawain for a while, and then she asked uncertainly: "I want to know, who revealed to you the matter that the arrival of the Great Demon Tide will cause the world's magic rules and the form and nature of a large amount of matter to change?" ”

Gawain sensed that something was wrong from the other party's expression, and his expression became extremely serious: "This is the information that the Kraken revealed to us - just like you, they have also observed this world for millions of years, and Cecil is more closely connected with the Kraken than with Tarlund, so we all got our previous knowledge about the big and small demon tides, black traps, reverse tides, etc. from the Kraken." What do you mean...... Could it be that the information the Kraken gave us about the Great Demon Tide was fake? ”

“…… No, they didn't lie to you, it was indeed the world in their eyes, and the arrival of the demon tide would indeed turn the whole world upside down, but I think you ...... understand this" Melita said with a strange expression, but as soon as she was halfway through speaking, her face suddenly changed, and then she dropped the cup in her hand, and pressed her hand to her chest in pain, and all the words that followed were replaced by a low roar and gasp.

Gao Wen was suddenly taken aback: "Are you okay?!" ”

Melita gasped for a long time before she finally eased up a little, she slowly raised her head on the bar next to her, and looked at Gawain with a pale face and a complicated expression: "I really didn't expect that some small talk topics with you at home would be like this......"

Gawain: "So I ...... just now"

"The gods warn me...... I can't talk to you about this anymore," Melita said in a somewhat weak tone, "I'm sorry, I can't help you. ”

Gao Wen's expression began to become serious, although Melita only said half of it just now, it had already caused a lot of fluctuations in his heart, he faintly felt as if he had grasped something, his thoughts couldn't help but spread, and seeing the painful performance of Miss Agent after being directly warned by the gods at this moment, the information revealed behind this topic made him pay special attention!

Is there a possible bias in human perception of the "Great Demon Tide"? The Kraken's intel isn't entirely accurate? Will the research on the magic tide face a new breakthrough? Where is the direction of the breakthrough? Dragons' technology, or Kraken's intelligence?!

He felt his breathing become a little short, and Melita struggled to stand up on the bar, she shook her body in place before finally standing still, and then gave Gawain an apologetic look: "Sorry, I can't be a companion, I need to go back and do some ...... A little health check-up......"

"It's me who should say I'm sorry," Gawain immediately stood up, with a sincere apology on his face, "If it weren't for me talking nonsense......

"No, no one can predict at what moment the chains will suddenly strangle their necks, no one can predict when the barricades will appear...... Dragons are used to it," Melita smiled palely, she shook her head, staggered around to leave, but suddenly stopped, she looked back at Gawain, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Although I can't continue to talk to you, I want to ...... This is how the gods are reminding us of something. ”

Gawain thoughtfully: "Remind us? ”

Melita took a deep breath: "He doesn't want you to get a direct answer from me, so that may be the answer...... Very special, very important...... Perhaps it must be up to you to solve the problem, without any outside help. ”

After saying this, she closed her eyes slightly, turned around and walked slowly towards the exit of the room.

Her last sentence reached Gawain's ears: "When I go back, I will try to review the follow-up information of the signals I reported last time - this time, with the needs of you, a 'distinguished guest', maybe my superiors will approve my application." ”

Melita departed, leaving Gawain alone in the large room, whose brow furrowed and stretched several times, and in contemplation, he began to pac slowly through the room.

……

The god went to rest, and his incarnation disappeared into the golden sanctuary, returning to some kind of extradimensional state that no mortal could perceive.

Hellagore, however, still stood respectfully before the Holy Seat, with his hands bowed as if waiting for orders.

He knew that although the gods were gone, the gods' eyes were still there, forever, and countless eyes were never resting on this ancient land, and under the gaze of the gods, every dragon must live cautiously. He must remain here as a High Dragon Priest until the time required by the canon.

He stood like this for an unknown amount of time, and at last, he stood long enough for the time prescribed in the teachings.

The gods were still resting, and it might be a long time before the next summons, and the dragon priest was temporarily at ease.

Hageor raised his head and walked out of the temple hall without hesitation - his steps were unhurried, but a faint glow gradually shrouded around him, and he walked into the depths of the glow, and in the next second, he was in the depths of the magnificent palace where the upper council was located.

Speaker Andal woke up from his half-slumber when he heard Omega's voice ringing in his head: "Your Excellency, High Priest Hragor wants to meet you. ”

Andal's mechanical prosthetic eye shrank for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, "...... Plug it in. ”

"The High Priest is not on the line—he's outside your door."

Andal came to his senses, his head moving, the faint sound of liquid pumping in the mass of cables and pipes connected to his body, and it was two seconds before he spoke, "Alright, let him in - no other visitors for now." ”

The mechanical door to the Hall of the Throne of Hearts automatically opened, and Hlegor stepped inside, the high-ranking dragon priest raised his head, looked at the old dragon on the platform in front of him, covered in traces of mechanical transformation, and nodded slightly: "It's good to see that you are still healthy, Your Excellency. ”

"High Priest, it's rare that you'll personally step into the council's headquarters instead of directly using the Omega network to deliver a message to me," several implant components on Andal's skull shimmered slightly, and his voice echoed through the hall through a PA device, "Is there anything important that you need to convey personally?" ”

"God is resting, and He has issued a decree to temporarily cancel the plan to patrol the two ancient continents of Kaldo and Moore this century, and the original group of Far Travelers will be disbanded on the spot and be on standby in Talrond."

"Why?" Andalton couldn't help but ask.

"There's no why," Hragere said lightly, "just execute." ”

Andal's gaze fell on Hragor, and after a few seconds of staring, he withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice, "...... I understand. ”

However, the high-ranking dragon priest who had delivered the "oracle" did not leave, and still stood quietly in place.

"Anything else?" Andal couldn't help but ask.

"The second thing—"

Hragor said lightly, and then took out a small amulet from his bosom - the talisman was made of unknown metal, the silver-white surface floated with a faint light, but it seemed to be incorporeal, its edges were constantly faintly translucent, it almost floated in the hand of the dragon priest, not so much an object that existed in the real world, but more like a "projection" forcibly dragged from another time and space by some force.

The moment he saw the talisman, Andal's breath subconsciously missed half a beat, and the next second, he saw that Hagere did not hesitate to crush the "talisman projection" between the virtual and the real.

"Hragor! You-" The Speaker suddenly couldn't help but exclaim, his upper body shook, and the countless pipes and cables connected to it rattled, and even the surface of the crystal drapery around the hall that presented various data instantly appeared countless chaotic ripples.

"The second thing," Hragore repeated again, the talisman crumbs in his hand dissipating into the air, "for three minutes from now, we are all out of the sight of the gods. ”

The last bit of debris of the amulet completely dissipated into the air.

Andalgao sat on his psychic throne, standing still like a statue, staring at Hragor standing below.

For more than a million years, he felt his heart pound again.