The dragon clan knows the sirens.

On this planet, except for some strange creatures hiding in the elemental world, there are only two intelligent races that can survive the tide of magic while maintaining the continuation of civilization. One is the dragon of Tallond and the other is the sirens living in the deep sea. As an ancient species that has also survived for a long time, even if these two races have little communication, they will at least have a certain degree of mutual understanding - but their understanding is limited to a "some degree".

Siren lives in the deep sea far away from the land and rarely become interested in things on the land. They built a mysterious ancient kingdom around a crashed giant starship, and there are dangerous remains of ancient gods around this kingdom, making it difficult for other races to get close to. On the other hand, the dragons live in the closed Tallond, and the various taboos of the "cradle age" bound them. Under the gaze of the gods, although the dragons are very curious about Siren and their starships, they are difficult to have the opportunity to contact the latter.

No one expected that when Tallond's cradle was overturned and the shackles of the gods were untied, the first one to set foot on this land would be these deep-sea visitors.

The water element, which had been sucked only a dozen centimeters high, ran away quickly. The nearby dragon clans did not come forward to capture it. It took Melita a few seconds to sort out her thoughts before continuing to walk towards the black-haired siren. While she approached, the black-haired siren also began to look around curiously.

Kassandra had figured out her current situation - when she found that there were many dragon tribes around and she was standing on a piece of land, she guessed what was going on. I have to say that this situation was a bit beyond expectations. The experienced deep-sea witch still couldn't figure out how she "swimmed" her, but this did not prevent her from calming down quickly and formulating some new goals and plans based on the original exploration mission.

Exploring the Eternal Storm and conducting investigations was her initial goal, but since she and her subordinates have crossed the storm and came to the Dragon's Kingdom directly, it is just right to investigate Tallond in one fell swoop.

She looked at the blue-haired woman who had come to her, turning into a human form, and a smile appeared on her face: "Hello--it seems that there was a little accident in our journey and we accidentally came to your land. My name is Cassandra, from Anta Vien, loyal to the master of the deep sea, Her Majesty Queen Petia--but this time my subordinates and I embarked on a journey of exploration under the order of the Emperor of Cecil."

"Hello, welcome to Tallond - you can call me Melita Pernia, I am the administrator of this camp," realizing that the other party was very polite, Melita immediately smiled just right, and soon noticed the keywords mentioned by the other party, "Wait, you said you were ordered by the Emperor of Cecil...?"

"Yes, we set out from the North Port of the Cecil Empire," Cassandra nodded, and paid attention to the reactions of the dragons around him. The current situation is very subtle, and this "entry" is an emergency, and in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts caused by misunderstandings, the wise judgment in this situation is to explain the ins and outs of our own line and the public mission as soon as possible. Although Cassandra is not a professional diplomatic fish, she still understands this basic common sense. "We observed that the eternal storm on the northern ocean suddenly disappeared, so we came to investigate the situation. We should have explored near the storm waters, but we didn't know what happened. Our direction perception, the magnetic field of the deep sea, and the magic environment were all problems..."

"So 'swimmed', right?" Melita maintained a friendly attitude. Although she had a lot of sluts to say now, her rationality made her tighten her expression and began to think about the reasons why the group of deep-sea visitors deviated from their destination. "I think this may be related to the recent incident in Tallond. The environment of this continent and the surrounding large areas of the sea have changed a lot, as you can see - even the coastline has become like this."

Kassandra raised her head and showed a surprised expression: "Ah, I thought these stones and islands were floating in the sky - I have never been to this place before."

Melita sighed: "A lot of things happened... In short, please relax. We can get along with each other in a friendly manner - I personally have a friendship with the Emperor of Cecil. I really didn't expect to see the messenger he sent in this situation. This is a good thing anyway. Also, please allow me to apologize - our fishing team lacks experience, please forgive their offense."

What she was referring to was the fact that the fishing team took Kassandra and her Naga entourage as "strange fish". To put it bluntly, this was even a serious diplomatic incident...

But Kassandra obviously didn't care about this. She shook her tail tip and glanced at the giant dragons standing next to her: "Don't care, don't care, just misunderstandings - actually, I realized from the beginning that these dragon friends might have made a mistake, so I took the initiative to order my subordinates to maintain cooperation to prevent accidental injuries. You can be considered as I took the initiative to come to the shore..."

"Thank you for your tolerance and care. These rash young dragons taught a lesson today," Melita immediately took the steps, "Please follow me to the camp for a while... But our conditions are limited now, so please apologize if there is any inadequate reception."

Kassandra nodded, and at the same time, she had seen the barracks not far away that were obviously temporarily built with recycling waste and the precarious building ruins outside the barracks. She took the opportunity to ask: "Can I ask - what happened to Tallond? How did it become like this?"

"This...it's a bit complicated to explain," Melita resisted the urge to sigh again, and raised her hand to make an invitation gesture, "Please follow me, we can say it slowly on the road."

...

At the invitation of Melita, Siren Cassandra came to her residence on this broken coastline - it was called a residence, but in fact it was just one of the many temporary houses in this small camp.

Under the sheltered terrain on the coast, the dragons built square houses with alloy plates recovered from the ruins and stones mined offshore. Compared with the gorgeous and luxurious palaces and pavilions in the past, such houses are no exaggeration to describe them as shabby and dilapidated. In order to save materials and speed up construction progress, the size of these houses cannot accommodate dragons in the form of dragons, and they can only let them live in it in human form. But even so, these houses are still precious refuges on the land of Tallongd today: they are at least strong enough to withstand the cold and wind and snow in the Arctic region, and can temporarily forget the devastated land outside the walls.

"Please come in - although it's a bit shabby, we survivors with tiles are extremely lucky compared to those of our compatriots who are still trapped in the ruins of the wilderness waiting for rescue," said Melita, who asked Cassandra into the room, while reaching out to the deeper room. "My friend Noreta and I live here together - the white-haired one just now. She also has to lead a team to patrol the wilderness on the west side of the camp, and now she has left."

"You are on standby outside." Kassandra turned around and ordered the Nagas, then followed Melita into the house.

After adapting to the slightly dim light, she saw some details in the house - the furnishings at the sight and the house itself had a strong and contradictory style. She saw that many obviously non-standard alloy plates were combined into the wall by rough cutting techniques and simple welding techniques. The lower half of the wall was piled up by original stones, and the corners of the house were placed with advanced holographic projection devices. The device should have been picked up from the ruins. Its working condition was in poor condition and was playing intermittently synthetic music from the old era and dazzling advertising short films. A heavy stone table was placed in the center of the house. On the table, the dragon rune was carved with some magic arrays that could not be understood. A piece of crystal floated above the table, and its surface was shining, projecting some scenes near the camp.

Primitive and advanced, rough and precise, the glorious era of destruction and the slim future, these contradictory things were combined together in this way. Looking at them, Cassandra was just a little silent.

"This is our current state," Melita seemed to have misunderstood Cassandra's silence. "It does not look very beautiful... but it is practical for maintaining survival. At this stage, our first task is to ensure that more compatriots can survive and restore some social order as much as possible. As for comfort and beauty... we can only get back."

"I understand," Kassandra looked up and looked at Melita with a gentle look, "we've experienced it, too."

Melita was a little stunned: "You guys?"

"Many, many years ago - the Anta Vien crashed on this planet, all factories shut down, the engine cores went out, and all cabins from the core fusion tower to the residential area were filled with metal debris and deadly radiation. We could only run out of the spacecraft, dig holes in the original seabed and shallows, while enduring the terrible physical loss of control and mental dislocation... To be honest, that situation may even be worse than what you are facing now, at least for you, the atmosphere of this planet is not poisonous."

"Sorry..." Melita didn't know what expression to do, "We don't know these..."

"Why do you apologize? We just don't have the chance to establish communication," Cassandra laughed. "We all live on this planet, but we haven't dealt with each other for so many years, but maybe it's a fate - we can get to know each other from today. His Majesty Cecil once said, "The fate of mortals in the world is connected, and I think this makes sense recently."

"He has a lot of words," Melita nodded, "most of them are being realized one by one, and the rest...maybe it will be realized one day."

"He would be deeply surprised when he knew what happened in Tallond," said Cassandra from the bottom of his heart. "Out of our sight, such a shocking event happened on this planet... You have created the biggest change in this world that has not happened in a million years. Even the Siren will be amazed by this."

"But the opportunity for all this to be realized comes from humans on the continent of Loren." Melita said with a smile.

Then she paused, her expression gradually became serious, and she looked at Cassandra's eyes: "Ms. Cassandra, please tell me about the current situation of the Loren Continent, especially the Cecil Empire."

"Of course," Cassandra nodded and laughed, "The world is becoming more and more 'interesting', and the most interesting thing is... His Majesty Gowen Cecil is trying to create a new world order..."

...

The mountains in the far north are bathed in the warm sun of the revival moon, and the snow top that has not melted over the years is gradually shrinking. Dragon Fort is still standing on the top of the mountains like thousands of years in the past, overlooking the Dragonborn's Kingdom.

The Dragon Blood Lord is back.

Balogel stood on the terrace at the highest point, and the clouds and mists in the distant mountains reflected the sunlight, slowly rising and falling in his vision. The courtiers Sir Goros Hickel, Sir Eugene and Sir Ksimire stood behind him, quietly waiting for the Grand Duke's orders.

All the countries on the mainland have their own ruling structure and title positioning. In the Holy Dragon Principality, "jazz" is a very special title. It does not belong to a relatively clear link in the aristocratic system like other countries, but is a unified honorary title for the upper class of nobles. In this country covered with mountains and ridges, those who enjoy the title of "jazz" are all great figures who are qualified to enter and exit freely in Longlin Castle.

"...I didn't expect that I could come back alive," Balogel whispered after a long silence, "Now the plan is about to change."

The coming-of-age ceremony not long ago was like an incredible dream, but everything in the dream had really happened. Baloger couldn't believe that he could return to Longlin Castle safely after experiencing these things. He recalled everything he had experienced in space and in Tallond. At this moment, except to lamenting that the world was unpredictable, the rest was that he felt that the plan could not keep up with the changes.

"We have not officially announced the announcement of the death of the Dragon Blood Lord, which should be considered good news," said Sir Kesimir, who is tall and has short black hair. "Although some news is still circulating and causing some trouble among the people, it is not a big problem - we can change our plans more easily."

"...Indeed, if I came back one day later, I would probably have to attend my funeral," Balogel looked a little weird. "When I flew back, I even thought about how to return to the public in a reasonable way, including whether to crawl out of the coffin in public like Gowen Cecil... Alas, if that's what happened, the situation would be complicated."

"Ahem, fortunately, we only need to do some comfort and guidance now to suppress the rumors about the 'Court Coup'," Sir Golosh Hickel coughed twice. "So since you have returned, the affairs of the Principality can also work as usual. Should we prepare a letter to send a new response to the Cecil Empire? The responses we made to their invitations before are not appropriate..."

"We must respond again," Balogel nodded, "but before that... let's announce something."

Sir Golos looked curious: "You mean..."

"The truth about this long, so-called 'exile', the price paid by the dragon clan for freedom, and the real situation about Tallond... is time to be announced."

Sir Eugene, who was white in hair and beard, immediately frowned: "This will inevitably cause an uproar. Not all tribesmen can accept it - have you decided to bury the truth before?"
Chapter completed!