A surprise?

Melita looked at the bright smile on her friend's face. Although she was full of experiences and experiences in Loren's continent, she still couldn't help but feel curious and expectant about the "surprise" mentioned by Noreta. With this expectation, she and Noreta returned to their residence in the coast camp.

The temporary houses built with recycling materials and shore boulders are still simple, not as good as the former magnificent upper-level Tallond Palace, and not even as good as the houses in the human kingdom of Loren. However, these shelters built by compatriots brick by brick, still gave Melita a sense of peace of mind. Through the camp that has expanded a lot, she returned to the door of the "home" that had been away for half a month. When she reached out to push the door open, the feeling of "going home" suddenly arose in her heart, making her unable to help but smile a sense of peace of mind and relieved her mood.

Then she saw the dragon egg standing on the largest open space in the house, and the magic runes set around the dragon eggs - they obviously have constant temperature and energy storage functions, and the warm breath and arcane circulation they emit are slowly released, nourishing the egg with a pale yellow shell and lilac spots.

In the corner of the room, you can also see an oval culture sac that is already in the open state. Obviously, the dragon egg was placed in this container before, but now it has lost its function. After the hatch is opened, it is regarded as a container for storing debris, and it is filled with Noreta's personal belongings.

Melita: “…”

"I adopted a dragon egg!" Noreta's voice suddenly came from behind, which made Melita, who was a little stunned, wake up suddenly. "It's a beautiful blue dragon, just like you - actually I wanted to adopt the white dragon at the beginning, but after thinking about it carefully, I wanted to see a small trumpet Melita grow up little by little..."

Dragon egg, a dragon egg...Melita's heart suddenly jumped, and somehow she remembered the scene when she suddenly received news from Cecil at Longlin Castle not long ago. Two sentences began to echo in her mind: "About the dragon egg sent by Tallong..." "Speak..."

For the first time in her life, she found out that she was allergic to "dragon eggs" - not allergic to the dragon eggs themselves, but allergic to this word.

"Melita?" Noreta noticed that his friend suddenly fell into silence, and couldn't help but show a look of concern, "What's wrong with you? Are you too tired from long-distance flights? Sorry, I just want to give you a surprise, forget that you need a rest..."

"Ah, no, it's not that I'm tired, I'm just..." Melita opened her mouth, not knowing where to start, so she could only point to the corner of Longdan's mouth in the room and trembled twice, "So this is the surprise you prepared for me?"

"Yes," Noreta nodded, a little overwhelmed. Obviously, the friend's reaction was very different from what she expected. "Didn't we discuss before that we should adopt a dragon egg? But before the application was submitted, you suddenly received a task to go to Loren. During this period, the situation in the camp has improved, and the food supply and everyone's survival ability have developed. Argondore opened more dragon egg adoption quotas, so I applied for one, but I didn't expect it to be approved soon..."

Speaking of this, the White Dragon Miss looked at Melita with some concern: "Don't you want to adopt it again? But the adoption of Longdan is a very serious matter, and once you apply, you can't..."

"Ah, no, of course not," Melita finally broke free from the two sentences that were playing in her mind. She knew that her reaction caused Noreta's misunderstanding, so she quickly waved her hand. "I'm very happy. We did say we wanted to adopt dragon eggs before. Hatching an extra dragon is also contributing to the revival of Tallond. This is a good thing - I'm just a little...surprised, and a little bit of nerve allergic."

"Nervous allergies?" Noreta looked up and down suspiciously, "What's the nerve allergies?"

Because the egg I just sent to Cecil a while ago has already started talking! Because the Dragon God has now become an egg that drinks tea and reads newspapers all day long!!

Melita's face changed a few times, and in the end all her words were still held back into her throat - these things cannot be reported casually before reporting them to the upper level, even if Noreta is her friend.

"It's nothing. Maybe I've experienced a lot in Loren continent. I haven't adapted to it yet." Miss Lan Long pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled a little awkwardly, then focused on the egg in the center of the room. After calming down, she finally felt a little real about what was happening in front of her. When she looked at the dragon egg, her eyes couldn't help but soften. "Dragon egg... Not long ago, I never thought that one day I would choose to hatch a dragon egg... I always felt that this kind of thing was very far away from me, and it had nothing to do with me for at least twenty thousand years."

Noreta looked at Melita's expression. She seemed to feel that the other party had something to hide, but her years of understanding between friends made her not ask about this question, but nodded gently: "Of course I understand. After all, like you, I am also a high-level employee customized by a biochemical company. There are no parents, no siblings, and no innate social relationships. The tendency of family members have become weak due to genetic adjustments. Under normal circumstances, the upper-level dragon clan, like us, who are customized by the company, may not incubate their own 'children' in their entire lives... But now everything has changed."

Melita smiled and suddenly looked at the dragon egg with some curiosity: "By the way, have you remembered what name you have?"

"Not yet, I plan to wait until the little guy hatched," Noreta shook his head. "There are two other families in the camp who have claimed their dragon eggs. Everyone is going to wait until the young dragon hatched before naming them."

"Family... is really a distant concept for custom employees," Melita couldn't help but sigh softly, and then suddenly became a little curious, "But then again, is the dragon we hatched equivalent to having two 'mothers'?"

"Is there any problem with this?" Noreta blinked, "The dragon next to us will have three more fathers in the future! After all, everyone has claimed the dragon eggs - there are not many conditions for forming a normal family in this wasteland..."

Melita thought about it and suddenly felt that nothing was wrong...

Then she thought of another question: "By the way, how long will it take for our dragon eggs to hatch?"

"This dragon egg has been hatched to the third stage in the hatching plant, and its protective capsule has been maintaining the activity of the eggs, so it seems that it will be successfully hatched in the near future - maybe less than a month," Noreta said immediately. "Now I have set up a constant temperature environment for it, and I use my magic every day to supplement the consumption of these runes - if you come to help later, we can take turns staying next to the eggs, and the hatching efficiency may be higher."

Melita imagined the scene where she began to try to hatch eggs soon, and her expression became weird. She couldn't help but feel strange. She couldn't tell whether it was an expectation or nervousness. But when she saw the smile on Noreta's face and heard the sound of her compatriots building a camp outside the door, the turbulent thoughts finally calmed down, and the weird expressions finally gathered into a smile.

"Of course, I will come and help as soon as possible - but before that I still have to go to Argondore, and Speaker Andal and Leader Hragor are still waiting for my report."

...

The alpine city of Argondor - this was the name of this glorious land. However, with that devastating war, the majestic palaces that originally stood on the top of the mountains were all destroyed. The temples and temples that citizens were proud of were transformed into remnants of the mythical era that remained only in memory.

Now Agundor, who was born after the disaster, is located at the edge of the ruins of the old city, next to the foot of the main peak of Agundor. This was once part of the "lower Tallond". Before the war, it was filled with dense buildings that covered the sky and spider-web-like three-dimensional traffic bridges. Even in extreme days, this area will be shrouded in man-made dusk for most of the day. Then, everything changed, the war destroyed everything, and also destroyed the layered structure of Tallond. The giant buildings and traffic grids that covered the sky melted into part of the earth, and the remaining or newly built simple buildings in the ruins... Today is fairly bathing in the sunshine brought by the huge sun.

Hragor stood on a high platform in the center of this temporary "capital", and the light golden vertical pupils reflected the distant scene of the city: a group of giant dragons were cleaning up large areas of ruins in the southwest corner of the city. In the absence of heavy machinery, they could only rely on their natural strength and magic to complete this difficult task. Fortunately, after so long adaptation, even the dragon tribes who were pampered by the "cradle" to almost completely losing their survival skills have gradually begun to master the skills of labor. With the cooperation of each other, the remains of the ruins composed mainly of molten metals and high-strength polymers are being cleaned up in an orderly manner.

Things cleaned out of the ruins will not be destroyed, but will be sent to the nearest "disassembly site". Andal guided the young dragon tribes to use ancient wisdom to build large elemental tempering pits there, and Baloger left drawings and other materials before leaving to help mechanics understand how to dismantle useful basic materials from scrapped facilities.

The "garbage" dug out of the ruins will gain new identities in the dismantling site: they are all extremely valuable resources in the reconstruction of the city.

Heragor looked at the increasingly large-scale building complex in the city. Everything here was expanded on the basis of the "suspended camp" not long ago. Although the scale has been expanded several times, it is actually no different from a refugee camp that has magnified a lot: rough but practical temporary houses, public facilities built on the solid framework of the old factory, distributed throughout the city, simple machine stations and medical stations with "barely enough" as the standard. Even if these things are arranged neatly, they do not have much beauty.

Since the last time the "war fire" was ignited, Agondore has become the largest gathering place on this plain. More and more people in distress gathered in this shelter. Some of them were discovered by patrol teams, and some of them came to seek asylum. These people eased the urgent needs of the labor force, but also put forward a severe test on Agondore's carrying capacity. Therefore, everything here is practical - no matter what the appearance is, at least you must first make sure that your compatriots have tiles to cover their bodies.

However, in Heragor's view, this hastily built refuge city may not be beautiful enough, but it has another kind of "beauty" that touches the soul. Those buildings with extensive shapes and even somewhat ugly shapes are filled with some vivid power. It is the "soul" that the dragon tribe has lost for 1.87 million years. Compared with this, everything about Tarrond's gloriousness in the past is more like a tomb with carved beams and painted buildings in it - the corpses buried in it have long been rotten.

The sound of footsteps came from his side, awakening Hragore from his thoughts. The former highest dragon priest looked in the sound and saw Andal's figure appearing on the platform.

“The mission led by Melita has returned from Loren,” Andal said to Hragore, “they are now resting in the 'Maritime County'.”

"Binhai County" is the name given by the dragons for the advance camp on the Broken Coast. Now, as the scale of that camp gradually expands, the boundaries of the security zone in the Broken Coast area have gradually stabilized, and this name with a little poetic and beautiful yearning has gradually gained a veritable taste.

Hragor nodded: "The last news they heard was that the theocracy Council was formally established and that the first batch of supplies from the Food Commission would gather in the North Port of Cecil in the near future - both messages were enough to inspire everyone's fighting spirit, especially the second one."

"We didn't expect that Loren and the Congresses organized such aid forces so rapidly," Andal said with emotion. "As we expected, even if Melita convinced several of the richest human countries in the shortest time, the preparation of aid materials would have to wait at least until the end of summer in the northern hemisphere... or even until the end of autumn, and before that we would have to face a food shortage that could last for several months."

"Gowen Cecil... This time, Tallond owes a huge favor." Hragor said in a deep voice.

"Our god seemed to have determined before he left that the greatest variables of civilization in this season would focus on that mankind," Andal thoughtfully, "for this, He even handed over his legacy to his hands--even though we have broken free from the shackles of faith, we must admit that the judgment of God is far longer than that of mortals."

"Is it legacy..." Heragor's expression suddenly became a little strange when he listened to Andal's words. "Actually, I'm still a little uncertain. After the god left, he left a message saying that he would hand over 'all this' to Gowan Cecil. The bag in this 'all' does not include that egg - after all, there are two interpretations of this sentence, and 'all' can also refer to 'all' in knowledge and intelligence..."

"Why did you suddenly think of this again?" Andal couldn't help asking, "We have all sent that egg."

"...so," Hragor thought for a while and smiled relievedly, "Maybe I am just a little sensitive in this matter--no matter, this land is not only the cage we once did, but also bound Him for millions of years. Now the 'legacy' left behind can leave here and go to the distant continent of Loren. If He still knows something, he would probably be happy."
Chapter completed!