For the next few minutes, there was only silence in the abandoned and collapsed hall, and all three pairs of eyes fell on the metal plate of its wonderful material, until the words on the metal plate faded away, and even the metal plate itself melted into the air little by little—it turned into a little dust and slipped from Hragor's hand, leaving no trace behind.

Baloger finally couldn't help but break the silence: "What does the third story mean? ”

“…… When Gawain Cecil visited Tallund, 'He' had told him two stories, two stories about gods and mortals," Helagor rubbed his fingers, as if he could still feel the real touch of the metal plate just now, "'He' said there was a third story, but that story had not yet happened......

Baloger looked into Hragore's eyes: "So do you understand what 'Him' means?" ”

"I don't understand," Hragore shook his head, "and still don't...... I've spent more than a million years trying to decipher every metaphor He has uttered, and in the end I can only understand part of it, some of it...... It is not destined to be understandable. ”

"So what are your thoughts on the previous ones?" Baloger asked, "These things...... Is it really 'Him' who left it? Why did 'He' leave this? ”

Hagere did not answer, he was silent, and thought for a long time in silence, before finally he whispered as if to himself: "Perhaps...... This is the knowledge that 'Him' can speak to us only when the chains are broken. ”

"Obviously, 'he' also wants to speak to the human named Gawain Cecil," Andal didn't break his silence until then, and the old dragon looked back at the golden dragon egg in the center of the hall, and said in a somewhat complicated tone, "Hragor, you decide what to do." ”

“…… "After all, Tallund's fate has been inextricably linked to the trajectory of that human being, and the turning point of history is closely related to his actions, and perhaps this connection will continue for a long time to come, and 'he' probably foresaw all this, so he arranged these things in advance." ”

"Well, since that's your judgment," Baloger spread his hands, "we've decided to return to the world anyway, and it's a good start to connect with one of the most powerful realms in the human world. ”

Andal's eyes always fell on the dragon egg, and then he couldn't help but say, "Helagor, do you think this dragon egg is safe?" Will it ...... Is it some kind of dangerous harbinger of return? ”

"Remember the 'first' and 'second' we just saw?" Hlagor did not answer directly, but asked Andal, who nodded after a moment's thought: "Of course I remember - first, 'gods' are a natural phenomenon that in essence never dies. Second, the 'gods' in the eyes of mortals are merely ripples created by the interaction between the above-mentioned natural phenomena and the mortal 'group of observers'. ”

"I believe in these two, so we don't have to worry about this dragon egg," Hragore said slowly, "and for the dragons, the gods we know are gone. ”

"So what do we do with it? Then again...... Do you think this egg can hatch? Baloger looked at the dragon egg with a strange expression, as a scholar, he didn't know which theory to use to face the strange situation in front of him at the moment, "Ah, I think of another question - the message just now said, 'Give all this to Gawain Cecil', does this 'everything' include this egg?" ”

The huge abandoned hall was quiet for a while, and it took a long time for Hrageor's voice to sound a little dull: "...... You asked me. ”

……

The wind from the plains blows across the vast land, and although the winter breath has not yet completely left the northern regions, there is already a hint of warmth in the wind. From Saint-Sunil to outside Pompeii, from the Gorgon River to the Sorin region, the fertile land is gradually showing a little greenery as the weather warms, and the bloom of the light-colored windward orchid is bringing good news to the people of this land:

This long, cold winter has finally passed, and the pace of the recovery month has approached the northern land.

In the Solin area, the plants of Yongchun green under the cover of giant trees are as lush as ever.

The "miracle" power from the giant tree is blessed with the entire area, and the coverage area of the Thorin Giant Tree does not actually feel very obvious changes in spring and winter, even if the wind blows into Thorin Fort from the plain direction, the breath in the wind will be purified and infiltrated by the giant tree, and become consistent with the local environment. But even so, those who live in the Thorin region can still feel the changes caused by the arrival of the resurrection moon on the plains of the Whitsunday: at the edge of the canopy, the wind blows the scattered flowers and leaves of the light-colored windward orchid, and grass seeds like cotton wool fly in from the south and fall under the windowsill of the outpost outside the Sorrinburg.

Andesa Wendell, with her long gray hair, stood in the garden of Solimburg and took a deep breath of fresh air, when she heard the sound of flapping wings coming from the sky, and followed the sound to see a few beautiful birds with green feathers flying over the edge of the roof of the castle in the direction of the plain of the Holy Spirit.

These beautiful birds are not the "locals" of the Thorin Giant Tree, they are just here to take refuge in the winter.

The adaptability of wildlife is always amazing, and many animals in the area have adapted to the presence of the Solin Giant Tree and have made this mild climate a winter mecca. On snowy days in the Plains of the Whitsundays, countless birds and birds gathered in the canopy above Fort Sollin and in the bushes at the foot of the castle, and when the plains warmed up, the creature hurried out of the sanctuary and returned to their habitat on the plains.

Andesa followed the birds until they disappeared into the pale blue light 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 to use as a practice sword, and began to exercise as she had for more than ten years—after a long period of recuperation, her movements were a little rusty at first, but after ten minutes, her movements gradually became smoother.

Halfway through the practice, there was a sound of footsteps coming from nearby, and Andesa subconsciously stopped and looked into the corridor on the side of the courtyard - Bud Wendell, dressed in a researcher's uniform, was standing at the edge of the corridor, he looked at this side with a hint of a smile, and clapped his hands in praise, "Okay, very energetic." ”

"Father," Andesa said, dropping the branch in her hand, "good morning." ”

"Looks like you're recovering well," Bud Wendell walked over, "I thought you'd have to lie down for at least a few more days before you feel this spirit." ”

"Actually, I was able to do it a few days ago," Andesa smiled—now she could smile naturally in front of her father, "and I recovered very quickly, and the air here seemed to be soaked with the breath of life." ”

"You can remove the 'as if', every inch of the air here is indeed soaked with life force," Bard laughed as well, "Fort Solin is the best place in the whole of Cecil to recuperate, just lying in bed here is equivalent to receiving an uninterrupted blessing of rejuvenation, and compared to conventional healing spells and medicines, this kind of slow but all-round healing can truly leave no hidden dangers." ”

"Yes, thanks to the breath of life here, I feel that I have fully recovered," Andesa said, looking down at the branch in her hand, and shaking her head helplessly, "But after all, the conditions are limited, and I can only use the branch to practice here...... I don't think General Margarita will allow me to touch my sword here. ”

"Trust me, she's not letting you touch your sword more for your health - it's better not to be too confident in your body as someone who survives the bombardment," Bard said as he took a half-step back, also picking up a branch from the ground, "If you don't feel like this exercise is effective enough, I can accompany you for a few minutes." ”

Andesa was stunned for a moment, looked at the branch in the other party's hand with some surprise, and only spoke after a while: "Father, you really want to ......"

"Does this need to be so deliberate?" Bard moved his wrist to adjust to the center of gravity and length of the branches, "Do you think I don't know how to swing a sword when you see me wearing a robe?" ”

"No, that's not what I meant," Andesa shook her head, and then her eyes quickly became serious, she adjusted her position to stand with the etiquette of a battle, and nodded slightly, "Well, I'm honored." ”

Bard stepped forward.

At this moment, a faded scene seemed to emerge in front of his eyes—he saw the family estate in his memory, the courtyard with pale yellow flowers, and he saw his young daughter clumsily pounce on him, and she was also clutching a branch in her hand.

It was the only time Bard can remember "practicing swords" with his daughter as a father.

The courtyard resounded with the sound of air slicing through the air and the rhythmic tapping of footsteps on the ground, and the short contest lasted less than ten minutes, and with a crisp sound, the branch in Andessa's hand was finally knocked to the ground - without using her extraordinary strength, she still failed to defeat the wolf general of the previous generation.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have experienced this scene many years ago.

"You won," Andesa looked at the fallen branch for a moment, then shook her head with a sigh, "It seems that my days of recuperation have been wasted a lot......"

"You've played very well," Bard shook his head, reluctantly recovering from his memories and throwing away the branch in his hand, "I'm already more experienced and skilled than you, in fact, years ago, I even fought against His Majesty Gawain with just a few swordsmanship, and I held out for a long time in front of a legendary powerhouse like him, and finally managed to get out of it - so it's not a shame for you to lose to your own father." ”

His tone was very indifferent, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel a little proud - after all, although there were many details that could not be explained in detail about the events of the past, it was a great feat to be able to fight a legendary hero like Gawain Cecil for a short time and get away with his whole body, such a feat is probably difficult for anyone in the world to do it again, and anyone with a normal sense of honor can blow this matter for a lifetime.

However, Bard was a reserved and well-bred man, so he decided to blow only half his life - a testament to the strong self-control of the previous wolf generals.

Andesa was obviously surprised after hearing her father's words, and even surprised to the point of being a little skeptical: "Really? You...... Did you fight the Trailblazer? And all gone? ”

Bard recalled for a moment, and the details in his mind about being knocked out of the wall, catching a thunder in the face, and running wildly with a broken arm quickly flashed through his mind, and then coughed lightly: "Ahem, really." ”

After all, the grenade was thrown by Byron later, and he was still in full limb when he was evacuated from the castle, and from a rigorous mathematical point of view, this can be regarded as a complete escape.

"Let's not talk about it," Bard shook his head, his gaze falling on Andesa's face, whose hair fell down next to her cheek, and a gray-white blindfold peeking out from under the broken hair on her forehead, "It's actually this eye that really affects you compared to the rustiness of your sword skills...... I've already discussed a treatment plan with Ms. Bertila, and with a new flesh regeneration technique, we may be able to heal your eyes. ”

Andesa subconsciously touched the eye that had been lost in the war, there was no pain there, but when her fingers brushed it, she seemed to still feel the illusory burning and tingling.

After a brief pause, she laughed, "Okay, then I'll look forward to it." ”

"I thought you'd say no, like last time," Bard gave Andesa a surprised look, "don't you mind the flesh regeneration technology and the entangled connection with Cecil?" ”

"Like you said, it's all minutiae," Andesa shook her head, "Times have changed, a lot of things have changed, stubbornness is not a virtue, I should learn to be flexible." ”

Bud looked into his daughter's eyes, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, with a heartfelt smile on his face: "It's a lot of growth. ”

"I've been an adult for a long time, father, but your tone seems to be facing a child who hasn't gone through the rites of passage yet," Andesa glanced at Bard helplessly, and then she suddenly fell silent, as if thinking of something, and only whispered after two or three seconds, "Peace negotiations are coming soon, aren't they?" ”

Bud was a little surprised: "How do you know?" ”

“…… Father, it's full of newspapers and magic webs," Andesa became even more helpless, "where do you think I usually live?" An isolated cave? ”

"Oh, yes," Bard touched his nose a little awkwardly, then cleared his throat, "Ahem, negotiations are indeed coming, but strictly speaking, it will be a 'meeting' to redraw order." The armistice and initial peace talks were completed by the generals on the border as early as last month, and we are now preparing for an international conference at Elven Outpost 112. ”

"It's a limited difference for me," Andesa said, "Father, I can't stay here much longer, can I?" ”