The cold starlight spans endless distances and arrives here from the depths of the universe. The clear light shines on the tattered shell of the Tallond, as if it has a layer of silver light on the ancient spacecraft.

At the stern of the huge spacecraft, the severely damaged reactor compartment cracked a huge gap. The damage tube system has started to cut off the corresponding energy path. Part of the extinguished core is exposed to space. Some of the liquids evacuated in space boiling into steam, refracting the huge sunlight from the other end of the horizon, showing a rainbow-like color.

The faint light in the engine flashed a few times and finally went out completely - this spacecraft built 1.87 million years ago uses a completely different technology from today's era. It not only has anti-gravity mechanisms, but also relies on the working fluid engine to provide additional thrust during the liftoff stage. This is a skill learned from the setters, and now the products created by these technologies are "dead" one by one.

"Our main engine is out, and the attitude control engine set has a little power. I try to slow down the spacecraft and maintain it in high orbit - although we will float away soon, before that, we can enjoy the scenery here," Balogel said, slapping the control seat in front of us. "Oh, this thing is completely broken... I can't read the readings of reactor No. 3, but I think it's not much better."

"You also said that the main engine can hold on with you for thirty minutes," Hragore glanced at the chief mechanic, "and twenty minutes are not here yet."

"That's rhetoric, a bit of morale boosting," Balogel said indifferently, "It's not easy to get the engine to hold on to the final climb in that case - not to mention that this guy has been in the sea for more than a million years."

"We all know that it has not aged at all for more than a million years," Hragor said casually, and then he noticed that Andal, who was beside him, had not spoken, as if he was thinking about something seriously, and could not help but be curious, "Andal, what are you thinking?"

"Count your heartbeat," Andal said in a low tone. "I haven't noticed my heartbeat for many years... The blood pump and the circulation machine have always maintained the operation of this body. I almost forgot that there is an original heart in my body... and it is still beating today."

"I thought your heart had been removed long ago," Hragor raised his eyebrows in surprise. "As a black dragon with a shorter lifespan, has your original heart not yet necrotic today?"

"I also feel incredible - very incredible," Andal said slowly for a moment, then suddenly frowned, "Do you smell anything?"

"Did you just find it? It came from the gas storage compartment," Balogel stood up from the seat and slowly floated in the weightless hall. "Our filtration system has been shut down, and some exhaust gas has entered the lifeline. Don't worry, these gases cannot take our lives for the time being - the dragon's vitality is still very strong."

"Ah, it's really 'good news'," Andal shook his head, "How long can we survive?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on how many leak points there are in the spacecraft's shell and whether our reactor will explode early," Balogel shrugged. "The console is broken, and I have no way of grasping the situation of the spacecraft - but from a more optimistic perspective, have we survived for a few more minutes just now? This is the first time that the dragon clan has stepped into the starry sky with its own strength. Every second we stay here should be recorded in history."

The hall was quiet for a moment, and Hragor slowly floated to the dome made of polymer. He stared at the scene outside the spacecraft, and the vast starry sky attracted his attention. He suddenly felt a little regretful. The stars looked so far away. Although he had left the earth and had come to such a far distance from his hometown, the distance between him and the stars seemed to have not shrunk at all... The Tallond was like a paper boat folded by children, full of children's ambitious dreams and great voyage plans. However, in fact, it was just thrown into the small ditch at the door. It had just floated a few meters away and was soaked in water and was about to sink at any time.

Even so, this is the first step for a mortal to take—just like a baby trying to walk for the first time, perhaps only staggeringly, or maybe falling down the next second, but no matter what, he is now here, immersed in the starlight.

There seems to be no regrets.

A ray of light suddenly appeared at the edge of the field of vision. Hragor raised his head in surprise. He looked to the corner of the dome and saw the edge of the planet slowly moving there - the spacecraft had lost its power, and it was slowly rolling under the action of inertia, and in this rolling process, it ushered in a magnificent sunrise.

The huge sun rose, and behind the planet, a stunning corona was slowly floating up. The star body with magnificent wood grain squeezed into Hragor's vision bit by bit, which was more spectacular and shocking than what you saw on the surface.

The entire control hall was immersed in the brilliant sunlight. Even though the shading coating was still in effect, the magnificent light still stinged the eyes of the three human-shaped dragons. Andal and Balogel came to Hragor at the side of the dome made of polymer, gazing at the unprecedented sunrise, and not speaking for a long time.

It's not cramped at all here.

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Loren continent, in the command post of Winter Wolf Castle.

"The Misilian Ring has not responded? I can't contact the Misilian Treasure House?" Amber looked at Gao Wen in surprise. After confirming the situation, he couldn't help but mutter, "This shouldn't be... The Misilian Ring has had two problems in such a short period of time... Those dragons are so skilled that they shouldn't be able to repair the communication system well..."

"This has never happened in the Midsilan Treasure House for thousands of years," Gao Wen's expression seemed more serious. "'Never make mistakes' are the labels of those giant dragons..."

"Maybe it's just that the fault has not been fixed," Amber thought for a while and said uncertainly. As one of the people who visited Tallond with Gao Wen, she knew better than others about the real situation of the dragon kingdom. The mysterious treasury treasure house in the eyes of the world did not have much mystery in her eyes. "After all of them have a long history and have developed very largely. I can't guarantee that something was wrong with the thing called 'Omega'..."

Gao Wen listened to Amber's optimistic judgment, but his expression on his face did not relax at all. He looked down at the quiet Misilian ring in his hand, but he couldn't help but think of his last meeting with Long Shen Enya.

It is impossible to contact the Misin Treasure House, and it is impossible to contact Melita Pernia... If this were placed at another time, it might only make him wonder, and it is not a big deal. However, with the last trip to Tallond and the God of War that just broke out, Gao Wen couldn't help but think about it anymore. A trace of uneasiness appeared in his heart, although this anxiety was unfounded... but it couldn't be gone as soon as it emerged.

These things happened so coincidental, and the turmoil of the gods was an event that affected the entire world. Enya and the entire dragon clan seemed to be always paying attention to the changes in the gods in the human world. Now that the god of war has fallen, Tallond also broke off contact with the Loren continent almost at the same time... What happened in that distant dragon kingdom?

While thinking, Gao Wen calmed down his mind. He focused his attention and the invisible connection in his mind was established. A scene of looking down at the earth from space came into his mind. The situation of the Loren continent and the surrounding waters came into his eyes. He carefully moved the vision from the synchronous satellite, trying to "look" to the north of the Loren continent as much as possible, in order to observe something.

However, the perspective of this faulty satellite is limited after all. After crossing the peninsula of the Holy Dragon Principality, he could not see anything.

Gao Wen restrained his spirits with regret and prepared to withdraw from satellite vision, but before the consciousness connection was interrupted, he suddenly noticed some vague flashes on the northern edge of the picture in his mind.

The flash appeared for a short time, and then several smaller flashes shone from the same direction. At first, Gao Wen thought it was the lens flare caused by the reflection of the sunlight on the planetary clouds, but soon he realized that this thing was not a natural phenomenon. Soon, the flash ended, and the surveillance image from the satellite calmed down. However, at the upper boundary of the picture, there were some subtle lines that seemed to be disturbed by energy and remained, which could not be dissipated for a while...

A few minutes later, Gao Wen withdrew from the satellite's surveillance perspective.

He still couldn't see the sight outside his field of vision, but now he was almost certain that something must have happened to Tallund!

Amber had noticed that Gao Wen was suddenly distracted. She was not surprised by this. After realizing that the other party was "traveling outside the sky", she consciously started to guard the work. She kept guarding for a long time before she felt the other party's breathing and subtle movements change, so she immediately leaned over and asked, "Hey, have you discovered something?"

Gao Wen has many secrets, and this occasional bizarre "distracted" is one of them. Amber is very curious about this, but she never asked the reason - she only knows one thing. Whenever the other party is distracted for a while, he seems to be able to get some "inspiration" from some mysterious channel... and he occasionally enjoys sharing the content of these inspirations.

"It should be something wrong with Tarrond. I have a...feel," Gao Wen couldn't explain his satellite perspective to others, and he was vaguely speaking, "but it seems that it shouldn't affect us..."

As he spoke, he raised his head and the scene of the nervous and busy front-line command post reflected in his vision.

The officers and civilians were dealing with the intelligence from the war zone in a daze. All the communication systems and dispatch units were operating at full power. The medical forces that had just arrived from the rear were gathered on the open space outside. The wounded soldiers who had retreated from the front and the bodies of the dead were passing through the wide roads on both sides of the castle. Tallond was too far away, and the mess left by this disaster was near.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching this side. Gao Wenxun looked and saw the blonde Saldrin walking towards this side. The high-level ranger saluted him with a solemn look on his face: "The new contact has just been heard from the Winter Castle - the Tifeng people hope to hold a formal armistice negotiation with us."

"We are finally going back to the negotiating table," Gao Wen sighed softly, "So, did the Tifeng people mention where they hoped and when to conduct this negotiation?"

"In terms of time, they only mentioned that they hoped to be as soon as possible, as for the location..." Saldrin hesitated for a little while before continuing, "they hoped to be in the Chamber of Commerce."

"Ah, the symbol of peace between the two countries... Although it was a bit ironic to mention this at this time, Gao Wen's expression on his face was a little complicated after hearing the place name. Then he smiled, "But if we look at the actual control areas of both sides, the Winter Wolf Castle is already in Cecil's hands. The Contracted Fort, which was originally located in the buffer zone of Winter Wolf Castle and the Changfeng Fortress, is now essentially a region completely controlled by Cecil... Don't the Tifeng people mind this?"

Saldrin nodded: "They don't mind, and they specifically emphasize this - they are willing to negotiate in Cecil's controlled area to show their sincerity."

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Because they 'provoked the war' first... Well, although they don't mind this negotiation in Cecil's controlled area, we still have to be kind - bringing the envoys of neighboring countries to their own military controlled area for this kind of 'peaceful negotiation' is a hegemony, so that no matter what the final negotiation result is, from a historical perspective, the fairness and effectiveness of this agreement may be questioned by future generations. We need to choose a more suitable place - a neutral area, or at least a place that does not involve territorial disputes between the two sides, so that it is more comprehensive. Do you two have any suggestions?"

Gao Wen's eyes fell on Amber and Saldrin - he did not ask them on a whim, but because it was just right: Saldrin was the commander of the Iron Ranger and a high-level ranger who had been active in Old Ansu and Tifeng for a full seven hundred years. He witnessed the ups and downs of this land with his own eyes and experienced many changes in the two countries. Although he was a foreign race, he was more familiar with this land than many humans, and he was also a thoughtful and experienced person. It was most appropriate to act as an advisor at this moment. As for Amber...

After all, he is also the head of the intelligence department, and he is still reliable in his business...probably.

The elves and the half-elves fell into thinking at the same time: the armistice agreement between the two human empires is a big deal, especially when the truth behind this "war" is a divine disaster, this matter has extraordinary symbolic significance and historical value, so this matter must be taken seriously.

They began to quickly sort out their memories, hoping to find a suitable place. While thinking, Amber first made a suggestion: "How about building a new camp in the center of the battlefield? Signing a contract on the battlefield should look more important."

"I have considered this, but in addition to the symbolic meaning, we also have to consider the actual situation - the Winter Fort defense line has been broken, and the entire area is still very dangerous now. The magic waste energy on the battlefield and the wreckage left by the God of War will take a long time to clean up. This environment is not suitable for negotiation. Moreover, the main battlefield is closer to the Tifeng side this time, which is also a problem."

"What about leaving the land?" Amber thought about it again, "The Cold Winter has not returned yet, we can be on the ship - Cecil and Tifeng have no territorial problems in the ocean..."

Gao Wen was a little surprised at the half-elves' thinking, but after thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "The warship is a territory floating on the ocean. Let the Tifeng people come to our warships to negotiate, which is essentially no different from being in the Cecil-and that ship now has many technical confidential needs, which is not suitable for the Tifeng people to contact for the Tifeng people for the time being."

Both Amber's suggestions were rejected, and she began to bulge her face and continue to think hard, but before she spoke again, Saldrin on the side seemed to have an idea.
Chapter completed!