The light rising in the wilderness is actually very weak, and it is pitifully small compared to this vast land. However, even so, in these short minutes, Melita still felt that they seemed to fill her entire vision - she could not even turn her sight away.

After a while, some light was temporarily extinguished, but the rest was still maintaining, shining like stars in this cold and dark "polar midnight".

"The one over there - at the farthest point, at the foot of the mountain, there might be another camp," Noreta also stared at the distance, pointing at the cluster of fire at the end of her vision, with a hint of excitement on her face, "Can you see? There are a few smaller light sources moving around there, and maybe it's a patrol team!"

"I saw it, I saw it," said Melita repeatedly, "and to the east of the camp, the direction of the former Rus Valley, where several fireballs had just risen... Perhaps a few survivors gathered together..."

Noreta calmed down and stared at those places for a long time, and it took a long time to break the silence: "Now they should be able to hold on for a longer time..."

Melita scratched her hair, not knowing what to answer for a while, but it took a long time to put out a few syllables: "Yes, that's true..."

...

On the high whistle tower, the flames soaring into the sky were burning with the assistance of the supercharger. Although the cold wind from the coast was still howling, it could not blow out the dazzling flames. Baloger stood next to the supercharger. Until he confirmed that these things could operate stably, he handed over the matter here to other dragon tribes and turned around and left the whistle tower.

He came to a nearby platform, where Andal and Hragor were standing in the night wind, looking into the direction of the distant plain, and there were other red dragons standing on the edge of the platform, recording something intently.

"Did you see the signals just now?" Andal heard the footsteps coming from behind and turned his head to Balogel the first time, "more than we thought!"

"I saw it, but it certainly wasn't as clear as you can see it," Balogel couldn't help but smile—he even felt that he hadn't laughed like this for a thousand years. "The fire columns on the other side of the whistle were very bright, and some of them affected my sight—as I said, it was a very grand 'bonfire'."

"We have already recorded the direction of the signal," Hragor said. "Frankly, a considerable number of them are in very far or very dangerous places. With the current situation in the camp, it is impossible to send teams to search, but it at least points us the direction. As long as the situation here improves slightly, we can send teams to help our fellow citizens trapped in the ruins."

"There is more important point in addition to this - we have determined the existence of other survivor camps," Andal continued. "There is at least one beacon that shows obvious camp characteristics: larger scale, longer duration, and other activity signals around it, which is not something that a few dragons can do. The direction should be Akatosh, there are solid factories and underground bunkers, and there is also a very, very deep mine. The underground was originally a node location of the Omega system. The probability of survivors relying on those facilities is very high."

Balogel had a hint of hope: "We can..."

"No, too far, and the blockade belts of elements raging and gravity breaking out of control," Hragor shook his head, "but we can slowly open up traffic lines in the wilderness. In any case, it is most important to determine the existence of other camps."

Balogel nodded slightly, then he showed a meditative look and said slowly in his thoughts: "After confirming more survivors, we should consider a longer-term future... With the current situation in the camp, how many tribesmen can we support?"

"To be honest, it's not optimistic," Andal sighed, "Dukemore and I discussed this issue. Now our food sources are mainly several warehouses found nearby and a food processing plant, with some of the goods not burned and polluted, and they can last for one to two months. In addition, a team was sent to the direction of the coastline. We can find some supplies from the sea and on nearby islands, but not too many: the gravity storm tear apart the edge of the continent, and the entire offshore area was greatly affected.

"In comparison, the problem of fresh water is easier to solve. In addition to filtering and purifying from seawater, it can also capture low-level water elements wandering nearby - just be careful not to overdo it, causing elemental riots will be troublesome."

"So, in the short term, we cannot be self-sufficient. Even if we can get a stable supply of food on farther islands, it will take a long time to say," Balogel said in a deep voice. "Before that, everyone will be hungry, and the only way to maintain it is to dig in warehouses and factories buried in ruins... It is impossible to achieve stable supply."

"And also note that there are almost no dragons who know how to plant and harvest crops without relying on automatic systems, not to mention that most parts of the Arctic cannot achieve agricultural production by themselves without the loss of ecological domes and weather controllers," Andal said. "The harvest of hunting is limited, and the skills of obtaining and even processing food must be learned from scratch. After losing automatic farms and synthetic factories, our start will become extremely difficult. If this situation continues, the surviving dragons will have to turn their attention to...a warmer human world."

The expression on Balogel's face changed slightly: "You mean..."

"Instead of waiting for the situation to continue to deteriorate and waiting for some of our compatriots to take risks and choose the worst when they see no hope, we might as well take the initiative to do something," Hragore said in Baloger's eyes, "The era of Tarlond's closedness is over. Since we have survived, we should find a way to face these changes.

"For more than one million years, our compatriots have never faced "change". They do not know how to survive except the cradle. Therefore, now is a very critical moment - we must be ahead and become the earliest "representative" of Tallond's contact with the outside world, so as to lay a new order of communication with the outside world. This new order should be civilized and orderly.

"I have just discussed with Andal that the Dragon Clan is going to return to the world stage, to contact humans, and to other intelligent races on the continent of Loren. We do need help, but we are not begging, we have to take out some things for scarce supplies and even scarce living spaces - all of which must follow the principle of equivalent exchange."

Andal, who was standing beside him, listened quietly, and after Heragore finished speaking, he sighed with a complicated expression: "Equivalent exchange... Now we owe a lot of debts."

Balogel quickly reacted: "You mean...the Mithril Treasure House?"

"For this world, the Mithril Treasure House has been in name only - except for the outlets set up in Tallond, there may also be some things in the treasure house. The headquarters and all the main warehouses have been destroyed, at least in the case of Argondore. We owe a lot of money now, and this debt is not even limited to the main material world..."

"Then pay it back slowly," said Hragor. "The dragon keeps its promise. We pay as much as we owe, and take out whatever we can."

He said this in a low and serious tone. Baloger heard the firmness and thoughtfulness from this tone. He looked at the old friend in front of him. He was the leader of the dragon since 1870,000 years ago. Today, 1870,000 years later, he is still maintaining everything in the dragon clan in his own way, including the survival of the dragon clan and the remaining self-esteem of the dragon clan.

"What are we left to take out now?" Balogel asked after a moment of silence. "There is not enough things to support ourselves in this wasteland."

"There are always things that can be taken out. Even if Tallond is destroyed, we have many things that are enough to arouse interest from other races. In addition to the technologies that are dangerous and generational, we also have some knowledge that can be revealed. Some warehouses may also have treasures, and some property can always be dug out under the ruins. It's not possible... We still have our own flesh and bones."

Hragor's speech speed was very slow, but his eyes were unwavering. His expression revealed his attitude - that was a bottom line he set for the dragon civilization.

Tarrond may have fallen, but the dragon is still standing. The Dragon Clan was once the most powerful civilization on this planet, and it is the only civilization that has successfully broken free from the shackles of gods in more than a million years. Even if the situation is so down, he will not allow his clan to degenerate - the Dragon Clan will not become thieves, robbers, and will not survive like a wild beast.

The Dragon Clan returned to the world stage with a dignified attitude.

"Since you have decided, I will naturally support you," Balogel nodded, "So, since we want to contact humans and other intelligent races, we must have a plan. First, we need to find candidates who know the various races of the Loren continent, second, we need to find targets for early contact, and finally... we also need to collect some intelligence to understand the current situation in the Loren continent."

"Is the situation in Loren continent?" Andal pondered, "I should indeed investigate first. The speed of changes in the outside world is much faster than the pace we are familiar with, and now is the moment when they change the fastest."

As he said, he nodded slightly: "As for the candidates of various races in the Loren continent and the targets for early contact, I already have a rough idea."

"That's good," Balogel exclaimed, "I will also take action--after the camp is more stable, I will return to the Holy Dragon Principality. Now the Holy Dragon Principality has established connections with the human kingdom of the Loren continent, and it can also become a window for Talrond to understand the Loren continent.

"In addition, although the crop production in the Principality is not much more abundant, I should be able to raise some food and medicine. However, I may need some extra time to do some preparations there. After all, the dragon descendants... are not ready to face Tallond."

Speaking of this, the Dragon Blood Lord couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "It's a pity that it's winter in the Loren continent, and the grain storage situation in the northern region should be limited. In a short period of time, it may be difficult to buy enough food from neighboring human countries with the power of the principality alone... I can only do my best."

"Dragon descendants..." Hragor's expression was a little complicated, and he sighed after a long time, "That mountain is not a place with abundant supplies. To provide for the primitive dragons with huge consumption will be a great burden on the dragon descendants, so you can do what you can. After all, we never thought of relying on the power of the Holy Dragon Principality..."

"For our bold plan, the dragon descendants have already taken too much without knowing anything," sighed Andal, "we should have become their shelter and guidance, but in the end they have become their burden."

Balogel shook his head: "For many years, I have been watching the Holy Dragon Principality. I have watched the dragon descendants come to this day little by little. Genetic adjustments have taken away their wings and even allowed them to survive in human form for most of their lives, but the dragon descendants have never forgotten Tallond - we are connected by blood.

"Maybe not all dragon descendants can understand what we do, but I believe that most of them will choose to help their mothers after knowing the truth. After all, we are all dragons."

After that, the platform became quiet for a moment. The three leaders were thinking about things that affected the long-term, so that no one spoke. In addition to the whistling sound of the wind, only the wings brought by the search team occasionally when they took off and landed, as well as the intermittent music coming from the deep camp.

The skylight seemed to be a little dimmer than before. Stars appeared from the sky closer to the night sky. Hragor raised his head and glanced across the quiet and cold night sky. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

And at this moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"Hragore?" Andal, who was closest to him, was the first to notice the change of his old friend, "What's wrong with you?"

"Did you hear the sound?" Hragor's face was extremely serious, and his eyes were even so serious that it was almost terrible. "Did you hear... 'His'?"

Andal and Balogel were only startled by Hragor's face at first, but then they were really frightened by each other's words, and even exclaimed at the same time: "'His?!"

"Didn't you hear it?" Hragor's eyes swept across the faces of the two old friends, as if confirming whether their minds were normal. "Just just now, a moment of echo appeared."

"No," Andal also became nervous. He repeatedly confirmed his mental condition before shook his head hard, "I can be sure."

"I didn't hear it either." Balogel confirmed.

Hragor frowned and confirmed his mental condition. He only breathed a sigh of relief after half a minute, but his frown brow did not release at all.

"Can it be that it is too nervous that it causes an illusion?" Balogel asked hesitantly, "The shackles have disappeared. We have confirmed this repeatedly. As long as the ceremony is completed, the process will be irreversible."
Chapter completed!