Master Modir is an incredible person, and has been famous in the team of adventurers who have been out for action recently. The deeds of using seventeen terrifying spells to directly bombard an elemental lord into a scum are of course the main reason, but there is another reason that makes the old man famous, that is, Lola and his partners spared no effort to promote it several times after returning to the camp.

Of course, in the eyes of the young hunter, the main publicity efforts come from her unreliable partners - she herself is honest, reliable, cautious, and low-key.

In the publicity of her unreliable partners, the deeds of the old mage Modir have gradually upgraded from "Seventeen Magical Bombing Elemental Lord" to "one forbidden spell to smash the flame giant", and then slowly upgraded to "throwing a fireball technique to flatten the entire valley (including the flame giant by the way). The latest version is like this:

During the encounter, the old mage Modir roared and put on a flash technique. Then he swung his staff and knocked the Elemental Lord to smash it. Then he rushed into the elemental rift. He charged and killed countless times in the Fire Element Realm. After sweeping the entire lava plain, he pressed the Fire Element Prince's head into the magma river, beat him up and left calmly, and sealed the Elemental rift (he brought the door when he left).

Of course, no one dares to believe this latest version. It was born after an extremely serious alcoholism by an adventurer, fully demonstrating a famous saying among adventurers: the more you drink, the bigger the scene, the earlier you get drunk, the better your skills.

But no matter how strange these rumor versions are, at least one thing the adventurers in the camp reached a consensus: the old mage Modir is very strong, a strong man who can make everyone in the camp awe--although his identity card still says "profession level to be determined", almost everyone firmly believes that this weird-tempered old man has reached the legend.

As for why such a powerful legendary wizard was willing to hang out among adventurers... the old wizard's own explanation to the outside world was "for adventure", but basically no one in the camp believed it. There have been countless versions of speculation about the secret behind this matter so far, and every time a "insider" gets drunk in the tavern, several new versions will emerge.

Does the powerful mage Modir know these rumors? I'm afraid he knows that although Rora has never had much contact with such a strong man, she doesn't think that the rabble in the camp thinks that "privately" chats can hide the perception of a legend. However, the old mage has never expressed any opinions on this. He always runs around happily, greets everyone, registers, hands over, exchanges supplies and makes new partners like an ordinary adventurer, as if immersed in some great pleasure, as if he can't extricate himself, just like his current performance: with joy and curiosity on his face, he stares at the wonderful landscape of the crystal rock hills with other adventurers.

After a brief rest, several teams of adventurers were redistributed and began to perform warning tasks in the open areas around the crystal rock hills. The dragon warriors who were traveling with them began to set up various facilities and devices they brought from New Argondor on this commanding height, Rora looked at the "hill". Between the rugged crystal rock columns, she saw dazzling flames gushing up from time to time. The dragons were welding solid alloy plates with dragon breath. They had to first set up several interlaced protective walls at the new gathering point, and then place basic energy stations, shield generators and high-power communication devices in the protective walls. This should not take long.

There was actually a temporary communication station on the crystal rock hill: before this security passage was opened, an elite dragon tribe advanced team flew directly over the plains covered with monsters and elemental rifts, and set up small communication towers and energy stations on the top of the mountain to maintain communication between Agondore and the Western Continental Police Post. However, the temporary communication station has limited power and difficult supply, and may be cut off from the base camp by wandering monsters at any time. Therefore, the new Agondore sent a subsequent team to open up this route and try to establish a real camp here.

Modir walked with Rola. From time to time, he looked up at the sky and his eyes swept through the turbid clouds. The extreme day of this land is over, and the night that lasts for half a year will continue to cover the entire Tallond. The dim sky light reflected in the depths of the old mage's sunken eye sockets. He suddenly sighed: "It's really not easy..."

Lola was stunned by the slightest sigh: "What did you say? What is it not easy?"

"Can you see the huge and chaotic energy fields covered over this continent? Miss Luola, you are also an extraordinary person. If you concentrate, you should be able to see them too," said the old mage Youyou. "These energy fields are products of war. I don't know how long it will take for the dragon clan to completely neutralize and purify them. Before they completely dissipate, it is not easy to maintain long-distance communication on this land... High-power communication stations like Crystal Hill are a very heavy burden for today's dragon clans, but they are still persistent in rebuilding order in such a harsh environment, and they have never thought of abandoning this land..."

"... Maybe the dragon clan is like humans, with attachment to his hometown," Rola thought for a while, shook his head gently and said, "I don't know much about the dragon clan. But you, have you found what you are looking for?"

Hearing Rora's inquiry, Modir was silent for a moment, then smiled faintly: "Not that easy... I have been tossed by this illusory sense of guidance and confusion about my own memory for many years. I have seemed to have seen the hope of understanding the opening countless times, but in the end it was just a waste of time. So even when I came to this land, I never expected that I could find any answer in a short time - it was even possible that the so-called answer did not exist at all.

"Miss Rolla, I haven't found it yet. I don't know what I have lost, nor do I know what connection this land has with me. Let's take one step at a time... In fact, it doesn't matter if I didn't find anything in the end. I don't feel sorry. This is an extraordinary adventure after all. At least I have gained a lot of experience here that I have never had before."

The old mage looked quite optimistic. His free and easy attitude made Lola, who was willing to comfort him, feel that he didn't know how to speak. In the end, she had to smile and nod her head gently: "In Tallond for so many days, I have gradually begun to understand what you said to me - every adventure has its own value, and the exploration process in unknown fields itself is the supreme harvest."

As soon as she finished speaking, a sound of flapping her wings suddenly came from the sky, interrupting the conversation between the two. Rola looked in the sound and saw a huge black figure slowly descending from the sky. A black dragon with huge pressure fell from the sky and was shrouded by a light as it landed. When the light dissipated, the dragon had transformed into a girl with a calm and restrained temperament, with short hair in her ears, and walked towards Modir.

Rola was a little nervous subconsciously - of course this did not come from some kind of "hostility" or "warning". After staying in Tallongde for so many days, she and other adventurers had already adapted to the existence of a legendary creature like a dragon around her, and also to the civilization and friendship of the dragon clans. However, when she saw such a big creature falling from the sky, the tension was still an inevitable reaction.

Although she felt worried for no reason, every time she saw the dragon landing, she couldn't help but worry that these giants would fall down and then sweep away... She didn't know where this inexplicable association came out.

While thinking about it, the black dragon girl with black short hair with ears had already stepped in front of Modir. She bent down slightly and greeted with a meticulous attitude: "Mr. Modir, sorry for the sudden incident - the commander of the camp hopes to meet you. Do you have time now?"

"I? Commander wants to see me?" Modir pointed at himself in surprise, as if he had never expected that such a legend among adventurers should have attracted the attention of the upper class of the dragon clan. "Do you know what's going on?"

"Sorry, I'm just responsible for sending the message," the black dragon girl shook her head, "but you can rest assured that this is not a bad thing - everyone knows your outstanding performance in the battle against the Elemental Lord, I think... the upper level should want to give you a compliment, right?"

"Ah, this is a good thing," Luola, who was standing beside him, immediately laughed, nodded to the old mage beside him, "It seems that you have finally attracted the attention of the Dragon Clan administrators, old sir."

"Is this a good thing?" Modir pinched the beard on his chin, seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly, "Okay, as long as I don't plan to take back my adventure qualification certificate here, that thing can be paid for - lead the way, girl, where is your commander now?"

"He has arrived at the temporary camp in the Crystal Rock Hill," the black dragon girl nodded, "Do you mind being taken to fly with me? If you don't mind, I'll take you there."

...

A moment later, on the upper floor of the crystal rock hill, on the temporary open space of the camp, the huge black dragon was landing smoothly in the landing ground. Before the dragon landed, a figure caught under the dragon's claws had already jumped flexibly to the ground and quickly ran to the safe area next to it.

Modir, who was grabbed by dragon claws, slapped the dust stained on his body, tidied up his clothes and beard that were splattered by the wind, stared at the black dragon girl who was walking out of the light, and after the other party approached, he couldn't help but speak: "I thought you said 'bring me here' to ride on your back- you didn't say you wanted to grab it with your claws!"

The black dragon girl showed a hint of apology on her face: "Sorry, I... Actually, I don't mind letting a friend like you sit on her back, but I was injured in the previous battle, and the back... I'm afraid it's not suitable for you..."

"Ah, no need to say it, I know," Modir quickly interrupted the black dragon's words. His face looked a little embarrassed. He was stunned for two seconds before scratching the back of his head. "I should be sorry for me. I just said a little bit too hard to say anything - please forgive me, for some reasons, my brain is not in normal condition occasionally..."

As he said, he frowned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something and muttered: "And then, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that this kind of thing flying on the claws of the dragon... seems to have happened before."

The black dragon girl looked at the human mage who started talking to herself in confusion, and then heard the other party ask him: "Girl, do you know any kind of dragons in your dragon clan who are used to flying with their claws?"

"Ah? Use your claws?" The black dragon girl was stunned and said subconsciously, "I haven't heard of any ethnic group having this habit... This should be considered the hobby of some individuals at most - if it was in the old era, it might be that the scales on her back had just been waxed and she wouldn't be willing to ride them."

"Is that true?" Modir touched his head and quickly put this insignificant little detail aside. "Forget it, this matter is not important - take me to see your commander first."

"Okay, Mr. Modir."

Under the leadership of the Black Dragon Girl, Modir passed through the take-off and landing site of the temporary camp. After passing several temporary camps that were being welded and assembled, they came to a large house built of steel and stone. The Black Dragon Girl stopped in front of the door and lowered her head slightly: "I can only take you here-the leader hopes to talk to you alone."

Modir was a little distracted. He did not notice that the other party's dialect had quietly changed the word "commander" to the word "leader" with a special meaning in Tarlond. He nodded subconsciously. The Black Dragon Miss, who looked very young but might have lived forty thousand years, quietly left the scene. Only a metal-cast door stood quietly in front of the old mage and opened a gap on its own.

Modir was stunned for a moment and reached out to push open the door.

He came to an open room, where the lights were bright, and the light emitted from several luminous magic balls on the roof illuminated the simple and structured place. He saw a table and a few chairs in the center of the room, and the walls around him were simple and durable metal shelves and some running magic devices. A tall figure in a light golden robe with blonde hair stood in front of the window not far away. When Modir turned his gaze, the figure turned his head.

The leader of Tallond, Hragore.

Modir was a little stunned. After carefully looking at the dragon clan, who could not tell the age or the depth of the sky for a long time, he frowned and asked, "Who are you? You don't look like an ordinary camp commander."

Hragor seemed to be brewing an opening remark, but at this moment, he was asked by Modir's proactive questioning and couldn't help laughing: "I think every adventurer will have a minimum impression of me, especially a mage like you - after all, I also showed up at the welcome ceremony of the adventurer camp."

Modir blinked and shook his head a little apologetically: "Sorry, my memory... is not so reliable occasionally. So who are you?"
Chapter completed!