Chapter 70 Sun Dynasty
It was still early, and Mo Tan was planning to rush to Kalan City overnight. Cole and Xiao Ai should have arrived one step ahead, and there might also be a Wanderer Hotel in that place. He felt that he It's time to speed up the pace a little...
But as the saying goes, there are unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes. Just when he was about to concentrate on speeding up, something he loved to see happened.
【You have been disconnected, please choose whether to reconnect】
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A few minutes later, Mo Tan sat beside the game cabin quite absent-mindedly, with a very complicated mood.
"What am I thinking about? When can't I rush when I'm in a hurry..." He shook his head, just leaned against the game cabin and closed his eyes, muttering in a low voice: "I'm not relaxing now. At that time, the Marshall family behind the class would never give up easily. Everyone's bodies are still in the wild. Futaba should have been offline, but there may be traces left... If they are searched on a large scale... No, they must go up. Confirm."
Concentrate as much as possible. Mo Tan, who has just suddenly changed into [Lawful Good] state, is ready to take the initiative to change his personality again. The previous analysis was that he was playing the game with 'Tan Mo'. It has been done, but this does not mean the end of the matter. Action must be taken before the Marshall family confirms Bennei's death!
Whether it is clearing the battlefield or getting clues, this time is perfect. Moreover, if Futaba leaves any conspicuous traces before going offline, he can also help deal with it. The most important thing is , at least bury Ned and others.
Although they are only NPCs in the game, Mo Tan will never tolerate letting his friends' corpses be exposed in the wilderness. At least they must be buried properly.
But...
"Can't do it?" Mo Tan opened his eyes after trying hard for a while. He was very sure that he was still the same 'self' as before. The initiative to change his personality, which had a high success rate, actually failed. , and the several attempts just now made him a little exhausted mentally and physically, and there was no possibility of switching in a short time.
Getting up from the ground a little tiredly, Mo Tan clenched his fists tightly. Although he may not have been able to succeed 100%, this time it was a little too coincidental, and the coincidence was so irritating!
“Damn it, why is it at this time!” He complained with some annoyance, then turned around and lay down in the game cabin, preparing to land in the Realm of Innocence.
He wanted to take a closer look at the McGonagall notebook, hoping to find some information about the Marshall family in it. Although he had the impression that the notebook did not record much detailed information about the Southeast Continent, it was at least better than anything else. Not even strong!
...
[Your spiritual connection has been detected and personal information is being synchronized...]
[Connection completed, character information is being read]
[Welcome back, Lawful and good Mo will soon be entered into the realm of innocence, I wish you a good night]
Northwest of the Innocence Continent, the ruined capital of Underhill
The last time he came, Mo Tan, who had not carefully observed his surroundings because he had experienced a flying dragon crash, a plane crash, misunderstandings, being slapped, and being disconnected, was shocked as soon as he went online.
Countless ruins that have been weathered by time look particularly desolate in the moonlight. There are tall buildings crisscrossing the area as far as the eye can see. The stone base standing not far away is tall and tenacious. But the bell tower that should be sitting on it But they are scattered like rubble, covering the main road that is carved with decorative patterns...
The ruins of a square where Motan was before offline are covered with a large number of stone carvings and seven-dimensional sculptures. Eight stone pillars, the former seems to be various species in the Sinless Continent. Each of the sculptures of the tribe is no less majestic than the two stone statues in front of the adventurer branch. The latter are covered with totems and coats of arms, and even countless enchantment carvings that have been broken down for thousands of years. So quietly silent in these ruins, It is no longer glorious and magnificent, but has turned into the tip of the iceberg that can be seen everywhere in this ruins, commemorating the glory of the past in another form...
The perennial north wind leaves this place with little trace of it. The dust makes people feel more sad.
There are enough spectacular scenery everywhere, even the city of Pato has the same grand Holy Church chapel, but when countless majestic and magnificent wrecks cover the land, they all turn themselves into this ruined city This kind of shock is enough to make anyone who sets foot here for the first time tremble.
Mo didn't tremble, he just let out a long sigh with a complex expression. He was not a sentimental person, but he still felt a sense of sadness for this abandoned city that was once known as the 'Never Falling City'.
"The Sun Dynasty almost unified the Northwest Continent back then." A voice with a hint of sadness sounded in Mo Tan's ears: "At first, it was just a small force of a few thousand exiles. The most chaotic Northwest Barbarian Territory survived tenaciously and took nearly two thousand years to establish a kingdom. Their first camp was the land under your feet, the Ondoshel Wasteland... which was also the site of the future. The fallen city of Underhill, now the ruins of Underhill.”
A line of blue system prompts floated in front of my eyes somewhat abruptly...
[Civilization Attribute: Knowledge +. 1】
Mo Tan had already recognized who the other party was the moment the voice rang out. He quickly flipped through the Mag notes in his hand while smiling and asking softly: "Fimiguel? ”
Although there was no suspected living creature in his field of vision, Mo Tan believed that the giant dragon that could speak into other people's ears from afar should be able to hear it.
Sure enough, after he closed his note with some disappointment, a deep and generous voice sounded again: "Those orcs and I are stationed not far to the south of you. Do you want to come over and have a chat?"
But Mo Tan didn't move until he just looked up at the sky and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Many people were like you when they first came here, but sometimes thinking too much just adds to troubles."
Fimiguel's soft voice spoke in Mo It sounded in Tan's ears that the former was very affectionate towards this humble and upright half-dragon.
But...
"I do have some worries." Mo Tan scratched his hair awkwardly: "Excuse me, where is South?"
Fimiguel: "... ”
Five minutes later
Mo Tan, who had repeatedly assured the dragon that he was really not playing tricks on him, arrived at a small camp under the guidance of the former.
It was near a few tents on a relatively flat ruins.
The snoring one after another was deafening. It seemed that the sleep quality of the few orc warriors we met before was very good. Although there were only Huo Yanyang or two orc warriors present except for the high priest Meng, but in fact There were also some entourage who did not pass behind, because only those three people needed to be tested along the way.
If Fimiguel hadn’t just happened to fly here at that time, Mundo, who was confident that the ‘children’ would receive training, wouldn’t have taken action.
Maybe it was because there were not enough tents. Mo Tan also saw a few dark orcs sleeping a little further outside without even a blanket.
It was so dark that if it weren’t for the faint sound of breathing and the occasional murmur in sleep, Mo Tan wouldn’t even be able to spot them.
And Feimiguer was lying on his back about ten meters away behind several tents, stretching his neck to look here.
"Long wait~" Mo Tan quickly greeted the giant dragon: "My sense of direction is a bit bad..." "No, my friend." But Fimiguel was His face was twitching (which is quite painful for a dragon) He shook his head with a bitter expression, and blinked his huge ice blue eyes twice: "You must know that a poor sense of direction and no sense of direction are two different things."
Mo Tan smiled dryly. He made two sounds and quickly turned around. Changed the topic: "When did you discover me?"
"Just call me Fimi. You also have the blood of the dragon clan, and you can also be said to be my compatriot." Fimiguer will The dragon power that he inadvertently exuded from his body restrained, allowing Mo Tan to get closer, and whispered: "When I first found you, I originally wanted to go there, but in the end I decided to use the more convenient dragon language first. Say hello to you~"
Mo Tan was stunned for a moment, and then used his snapshot-like memory to recall the shape of Femiguel's mouth a few seconds ago, and immediately reacted: "Have you been speaking dragon language?"
"That's right~" the other party grinned: "Although I can also speak Common Language, but that would require making a loud sound, and Dragon Language is usually inaudible to people~ I hope it won't scare you."< br>
Mo Tan immediately shook his head: "I understand, after all, if you wander over to my place, you will probably disturb other people."
"Well, that's not the case." Fimi Geer muttered: "The main reason is that my wings are still a little cramped, and I flapped a little too hard that time."
Mo Tan immediately didn't know what to say...
"Let's talk about this land." Fimiguer lay flat on the ground, spread out like a lazy corgi: "Do you know its history?"
Mo Tan sat next to him on a cracked stone floor and shook his head: "What I know is not as much as what you told me before, Fimi."
"The Sun Dynasty was destroyed in seventeen hundred years. "Fimigel said softly: "But they don't deserve sympathy."
"Oh?" Mo Tan couldn't help but asked, noticing that there seemed to be a gleam of cold anger in the dragon's eyes. : "Why?"
The latter asked in return: "Do you know Dragon Soul Town?"
This time Mo Tan nodded. Mag's notebook actually mentioned that place, so Mo Tan, who had memorized almost the entire notebook (excluding pages 77-82), immediately replied: "I heard that However, that place should be in the northwest of the mainland. It is said to be one of the largest gathering places for half-dragon people. Beyond that is the Dragon Breathing Wilderness and..."
"The end of the dragon." Fimiguer sighed: "Located in the northwest corner of the continent, the largest dragon grave, where bone bandits and necromancers are buried all year round."
Mo Tan frowned slightly. He did know the place called Dragon's End, but Mag's notes did not mention what the Bone Bandits were or the news that there were necromancers roaming there.
But it is not difficult to guess...
"The person who stole the dragon bone and the necromancer who desecrated the dragon tomb?" Mo Tan asked not very sure.
"Haha, although Dragon Tomb and all that are actually just nice words, what you said is generally correct." Fimiguer laughed dryly, and then said sadly: "A long time ago, there was the only Dragon Peak in the world. Most dragons and half-dragons gathered together regardless of each other, living in the country that belonged to the dragon."
Mo Tan has always been an excellent listener, so he just remained silent. nod.
As long as you think about it for a moment, you will know what has become of that place where countless giant dragons and dragon descendants once gathered...
"The rise of the Sun Dynasty is too fast, especially For the giant dragon," Fimiguer looked around at the spectacular ruins and sighed: "It seems that in just a blink of an eye, they transformed from an unknown small settlement to a giant. Such a huge kingdom..."
Mo Tan listened quietly.
The so-called Sun Dynasty was actually just a group of pioneers who were sent to die in the beginning, or they could also be called exiles. They were people sent by a powerful empire in the southeast of the mainland to 'open up frontiers'. There are excluded scholars, fallen nobles, criminal civilians, bankrupt businessmen and legal slaves, all races are represented.
In that restless era, everyone knew that being sent to the most chaotic Northwest Continent to ‘open the frontier’ was just a death sentence that was definitely not gentle.
But those people had no choice, because disobeying orders would lead to death, and those who were sent there could at least survive for a few more days.
As the saying goes, if you leave now, you will die. If you have a big plan, you will die. If you are waiting for death, you might as well go...
So they went.
No one thought that those people would survive in the northwest, which was the most turbulent at the time...
The fallen nobles wandered around and signed countless unequal treaties in order to preserve the stronghold that was not even a stockade. In order to survive, they are even willing to become servants to the special land elves and the ogres who are not very smart.
The slaves with the lowest status scattered out and rushed into the countless meat grinder-like battlefields. They took back whatever they saw that could be used, just in exchange for the status of becoming a 'free man' again.
Although they have become ‘dead people’ in the eyes of those in their hometown.
The bankrupt businessman washed and rinsed the broken weapons and armor that were brought back, and sold them for money. He also repackaged the picture albums that he had collected from some corpses and used them as pornographic books. Sold to remote barbarians who couldn't reach them even at a loss.
The weak scholars could not forge iron or build houses, but they tried their best to tell the younger children and slaves with bright minds the principles.
In this way, the most difficult period has passed...
More than ten years later...
Having my own territory and power, I have initially established a firm foothold in the northwest. The "pioneering pioneers" in the heel were taken seriously by the increasingly bloated and weakening motherland. The latter sent several special envoys to let these wanderers send some people back to their hometowns to help. By the way, they also formulated a complete set of Nasdaq plans. tribute guide.
On the day when he received the envoy, the dwarf leader of the pioneers who looked like a bandit leader, the former nobleman who had been awarded the title of viscount for his skill in blacksmithing, only said one word and announced. The independence of the penal colony Ondorshere also completed the naming of the Sun Dynasty...
["Sun!!"——The first consul of the Sun Dynasty: Buford Lyon Dihua Aegis]
[You have unlocked the story illustration: "The Rise of the Sun Dynasty", civilization attribute: Knowledge +5]
Chapter 67: The End
(End of this chapter)