Listening to Coretta's story, Maggie raised her slender neck and looked at the war wasteland in the wilderness that was shining with lights under the starry sky in the extreme night. The cold starlight shone on the wrinkled rock formations and uneven craters. The polar cold wind whistled past the earth, and the wind carried the unique smell of some pollutant leakage. The beacons shone in such a ruin. Relying on small energy supply modules and simple protection, they stood in the cold wind and formed a thin but never-ending "border" in the wilderness.

The beacon lights extend all the way to the end of sight. Compared with the endless lights that once shone on the land of Tallongd, this glimmer of light is like fireflies, but these fireflies are the safe territory that the dragons "bite" after fighting again and again on this cruel land. Beyond the lights, it is a desperate situation that life cannot stand on. Within the lights, it is the only remaining home for the dragons.

Just like every dragon descendant who has the opportunity to set foot on Tallond, after seeing this wasteland and the efforts made by the dragons for survival, all the imaginations of the "hometown of the dragon" in Maggie's heart collapsed into reality bit by bit. This reality is not very beautiful, but at least it can be seen and touched.

Kereta stood beside Maggie, raised her wing and pointed to the distance: "This is the boundary of the Orange Zone according to the current division method. The Orange Zone also belongs to the 'safe zone'. At least for the extraordinary people and dragons with certain self-protection ability, these areas can still survive. On the other side of the light is the red zone. Do you see those brighter places? That is the rest station in the red zone. The soldiers use those rest stations as nodes to gradually clear the pollution and cracks in the red zone..."

"What about outside the red zone?" Maggie asked suddenly, "Is there any other area outside the red zone?"

"Yes, black zones, the general term for all areas unknown, including those that have been explored but are extremely dangerous and cannot be dealt with by existing means. In fact, black zones are the most current situation in Tallongd. The explored areas including the red zones account for less than one-tenth of the entire continent," said Kereta slowly. "The exploration of black zones is huge. Only the most elite professional combat dragons can take on this important task, but we must explore those places where we need resources, factories that may still be running or have repair value, and even dragon eggs, or compatriots who are trapped in the dark and waiting for rescue..."

Maggie listened carefully to Coretta's story, accompanied by a thoughtful expression. After Coretta finished speaking, she was silent for a moment before suddenly saying: "Can these information on the advancement and construction in the wasteland be made public?"

"Open?" Coreta was stunned for a moment, but soon began to think and nodded slightly, "There is nothing to be kept confidential. The review team is even considering compiling these materials into booklets and distributing them to Loren's aid team and adventurers for reference. Are you interested in these things?"

"It's not me, it's our Majesty. I mean His Majesty Cecile," Maggie said immediately. "We are planning to counterattack the wasteland of Gondor. You should know that the place is a land destroyed by the tide of demons, wandering with aberrants and other dangerous mutant creatures. Although it is different from Tallond, the challenge we have to face is similar. Your experience on this land can help us a lot."

Coretta blinked. She had obviously not thought about this direction before, but soon she understood Maggie's thoughts and showed eighteen fangs on her face: "Ah, this is of course a good thing. I will report this to the leader when I go back. He should be very happy to provide this information to the alliance. Since the end of the war, Tallond has been receiving help from Loren countries. Dragons are not a race that is used to owe favors."

Maggie bent her neck slightly and waved her head lightly on her left and right. This is the action she just learned from other dragons. In the tradition of pure blood dragons, this action represents friendship and thanks.

Coretta replied with a bow, and then her attention was shifted to another place. Her eyes fell on the mechanical armors of Maggie, which were complex but rough in style. The "Dull Dragon Girl" who was once in the extreme arena actually became interested in the mechanical armor on Maggie from the beginning. But until now, the relationship between the two became a little familiar, she finally couldn't help asking: "Is this set of 'armor' on you... the 'steel wings' mentioned by the dragon descendants in Binhai County?"

"Yes," Maggie raised her head, shook her wings and tail with a slight show of flaunting. The steel structure at the connection made a crackling sound in the night, but her words were still modest. "Compared with Tallond's technique, this should be nothing."

"It's the Tallond that the Tallond is now, and it can't create any whole body implants or power armor," Coretta looked at the armor on Maggie with a little envy, "And putting aside this... I also prefer the style of your equipment, this rough steel structure, the combination of machinery and runes... To be honest, this thing is so beautiful! Especially the device at your chin position... What is this? Is it a corner?"

"Actually, this is just a part of the armor on the head," Maggie couldn't help laughing, shaking her head left and right. This was the first time she had heard a compliment from people outside Rebecca about her "iron chin", which made her feel that her aesthetic view was still normal. "Of course, if the situation needs it, you can use it as a corner to hit the ground. This thing is mixed with purple steel and pure gold, which is very hard..."

"I like this!" Kereta's eyes shined, and his huge wings were swaying restlessly. The "duel" seemed to recall his exciting days in the extreme arena. "The combination of primitive and advanced, why didn't I think of this idea when I designed a combat outfit for myself in the arena? In the last battle, if I had this... If I had this... Well, if I had this, it might not be able to stop someone from attacking from the back..."

The second half of Correta's sentence seemed quite resentful. Maggie had heard of the concept of the extreme arena from her before. The dragon descended on the dragon could not help but imagine how mighty the real pure-blooded dragon would look after it was equipped with steel armor. She shook her head and said happily: "This armor may not have any practical significance on the pure-blooded dragon, but wearing this style of painting to fight with people in the arena you mentioned can definitely shock the contestants..."

As she said, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips: "After all, this is..."

Maggie's second half of the sentence came to an abrupt end, her tongue pressed against her iron chin, and the remaining syllables all turned into a series of vague mumblings: "Wulu...shilu...wulu..."

Kereta was immersed in his feelings about the past one second ago. At this time, he turned his head and was shocked when he saw it. He quickly reminded: "Hey! You stick to it! Burn it, burn it, and quickly make the fire!"

Maggie finally reacted, and a string of bright sparks lit in her throat instantly, and then it turned into a flame that gushed out of her mouth. She urgently controlled the power of the dragon breath, but at least she did not burn the Coretta next to her. Under the high temperature of the flame, her tongue finally gained freedom from her iron chin.

The hills fell into silence, and Kereta carefully glanced at the new friend who seemed to be a little hit. After holding it in for a long time, she finally couldn't help but speak: "Are you okay?"

"I'm careless..." Maggie said in a little dull and hoarse voice. She didn't know if it was because of tongue injury or spiritual trauma. "I forgot that I was wearing something... but this shouldn't be so strong..."

Coreta sighed: "You licked the tin at the North Pole in winter and I don't think it's anything wrong."

Maggie's mouth seemed to shake, but it was not easy to see under the cover of her iron chin: "Okay, you're right... It's so bad, I remember I rarely do such stupid things since I was an adult..."

Kereta glanced at the new friend, shook his head after a little silence: "Think about it, you are not the only one who does it. After the disappearance of the Great Shield of Tallond, many dragons who lived in the 'greenhouse' for the first time had they been exposed to the real polar climate. We have to learn everything from scratch. The ruins of the factory and the wandering elemental creatures are not all the challenges that the dragon has to face. We also have to face the compatriots who are over-curious about licking iron railings at the North Pole..."

Maggie listened in a daze. This was obviously something that no serious scholar would mention in the serious "Dragon Monograph", but slowly, she finally couldn't help laughing, and even Coretta next to her laughed.

The laughter of two giant dragons echoed on the star-covered wasteland of Tallond.

...

Two hours later, Coreta returned to the Adventurer's Lodge where Modir lives, and Victoria Wilder has temporarily left it.

"She said she would come back soon," Modir said to the black dragon girl in front of him, with a little helplessness in his tone, "She wants to make arrangements and ask the administrator of the adventurer camp for help, and she is planning to live near me. To be honest, I can understand her mood, but I think it's really unnecessary..."

"…Ms. Victoria has her own arrangements." Coretta didn't know what happened to Modir's situation, but she knew Victoria Wilder's identity, so after a brief hesitation, she could only say so.

"I know, I'm just talking casually," Modir smiled, and then he suddenly showed a mysterious look, approaching Coretta's ear and whispered, "By the way, do you know, my descendant... may be a big man."

Kereta was stunned. She didn't know how to answer the big adventurer for a moment, so she could only perfunctorily: "Ah, big man? What kind of big man?"

"She said she was an administrative officer of the Government Affairs Department, an ordinary administrative officer," Modir said slowly, sitting in his rocking chair, but soon shook his head gently, "but I know she didn't tell the truth."

Coreta: “…ah?”

"My memory is not very good, and my spirit is a little unstable, but I am not stupid and I have good eyes," the old man smiled, raised his hand and pointed to his own head and eyes, and said slowly, "She is a big man, and she is definitely not a small official. The small official does not have the same demeanor as her, and the small official will not alarm the upper class of Tallongd, nor will she talk about the rulers of the empire in that calm tone... She is not good at lying, and of course, it may also be that she is not good at it in front of me."

Kereta suddenly became a little nervous when she listened to the old man: "So you..."

"I had a few speculations, but I didn't dare to think deeply about any of them, and I didn't even dare to think about those key words in my mind," Modir's rocking chair shook gently, and the wood made a squeaking sound. "I also gave myself a few mental hints to stop my uncontrolled thoughts. Don't worry, girl, the old man is a measure. I have experienced many strange and bizarre situations in my life, so naturally I have some skills to deal with them."

“…Thank you for your hard work.”

"How can this be hard work?" Modir smiled and waved his hand. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky under the extreme night with some trance. "I'm just afraid that I'll forget it again by accident... His Excellency Hragor has done a test for me. Some critical information stimulation will cause my memory to be confused for a while, and even the whole consciousness will be reset. Sometimes it will only reset for a short period, but maybe next time it will make me forget about the whole day. I finally saw my descendants. If she comes to see me again tomorrow, but I don't know her, wouldn't it be a little embarrassed?"

Kereta suddenly realized that she didn't know how to respond, so she had to stand quietly beside the old master, listening to the old man's slightly nagging.

"I never thought I would have relatives. Although this relative was almost six hundred years apart..." Modir said slowly, "In my only memory, I have been wandering around, going to many places, meeting many people, and recording many things, but none of them can have a stable connection with me. After a long time, I even forgot the 'time' itself and was confused all day long. Until today, I seem to have reacted to some people and things I remember, even the First Dynasty of Ansu..."

"You have relatives, and your relatives haven't forgotten you," Coreta couldn't help but say, "even if you don't remember them anymore, they have always..."

She didn't finish her words because a uniform and slight snoring sound had already been heard from the direction of the old mage.

Modir fell asleep. In this dragon city on the extreme night, he was sleeping while basking in his "sun in his heart". But this time, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. The monotonous black and white world did not come to him, and he slept very peacefully.

...

After returning to his temporary residence in New Argondor, Victoria met Maggie who had returned from the outskirts of the city.

"Modir Wilder is in a bad condition. I suspect he is being chased by the power of ancient gods and that power has begun to work on the real world," she said to Maggie quickly. "I need you to return to Loren quickly, report this to His Majesty, and bring a 'sample' back."

"I understand, I can set off anytime." Maggie nodded immediately, but her voice seemed a little hoarse and weird.

Victoria suddenly showed curious appearance on her face: "What's wrong with your throat?"

Maggie showed a hint of embarrassment on her face. In front of her friend's inquiry, she had to turn her head unnaturally: "It's nothing, it's just a hiccup that hurts her throat."

"Hiccup?"
Chapter completed!