The northern land has ushered in spring, but for Longlin Fort, located on the top of the mountains, the cold wind is the main theme that never stops - from the direction of the coastline and the wind that rolls up with the swelling of the mountains constantly blows the ancient fortress made of boulders. Between the outer corridors of the castle and the towering walls, the whistling sound cannot stop day and night.

The huge brazier burned in the corridor between the inner courtyard of the castle and the outer courtyard. The energy shield rising between the brazier blocked the cold wind in the outer corridor, but there was still a whistling sound coming from time to time through the shield. Sir Golosh Hickel stood between two huge stone pillars, and his eyes looked towards the direction of the outer courtyard through the open corridor. The fully armed dragon-blooded warrior stood tall in the cold wind, as if he was still in motion as a stone sculpture.

The strong body of the dragon descendants can ignore the cold wind on the top of the mountain, which is also one of the most proud parts of the people living on this land about their bloodlines.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Sir Golosh turned his head and saw Sir Ksimire with short black hair coming to him. He nodded slightly to the other party, and the latter said casually while replying to the gift: "I heard from the great master that the wind in Tallond is colder and more violent now than here... I can't imagine the scene there."

"Neither can I," said Sir Golosch, "we dragons, who have never been to the north since they were born, have been forbidden to learn anything about the other side of the northern ocean... In this regard, I am the same as you."

Sir Ksimire fell silent for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence he suddenly said: "What do you think the people of the Principality will react after knowing the truth? Will everyone accept this 'arrangement' that lasted for millions of years and the current 'mother'?"

"...We may not be able to predict accurately. There are too many variables behind this matter," Golosh shook his head. "Even myself, after learning everything, I have been confused for a long time. My feelings for the primitive dragon clan are very...complex. On the one hand, when the Tarrond civilization was doomed to be destroyed, they exiled the 'Dragon descendants' from their hometown and prohibited returning were protecting us. It is precisely because of this protection that we do not have to face that final battle, nor have we turned into cold corpses on the wasteland in the north, but on the other hand... this protection was also imposed on us by them, and in the coldest and most ruthless way. Of course, I can accept this, but the Duchy Kingdom has millions of people, and many people cannot accept this."

"No one likes the fate of being arranged - even more so for the dragon descendants," said Ksimire. "The wind in this mountain is too cold and hard, making the dragon descendants living here become a group as cold and hard as stones. In my opinion, it may take a lot of effort to make everyone gradually accept the truth about Tallond..."

As soon as the jazz said, footsteps came from the side, and a disdainful female voice sounded: "In my opinion, all these thoughts are pretentious."

"Ms. Ashalena," Sir Ksimire looked in the voice and saw a woman with red hair shawl coming up. He smiled and nodded, greeting the other party, "Your evaluation is as sharp as ever."

"To be honest," Ashalena, the witch of the dragon seal, snorting, seemingly disapproving, "What do you say that you don't like fate being arranged? This is something that you have free time to consider after living too comfortably. Those who climb out of the battlefield will never care whether their life is arranged to be saved. If someone thinks that Tallond is dismantling his wings and sorry for him, it's very simple. Send them to Tallond and kill them in the wasteland. If what they want is a fate that has not been changed, then this is a fate that has not been changed - the fate that the primitive dragons are facing. At that time, I'm afraid they will come back as they cry."

Sir Ksimire listened to the remarks of the Dragon Seal Witch and said with a sense of laughter and cry: "...It's really sharp, it's really worthy of being a person who has traveled in the human world for many years. Your perspective on the problem is indeed novel and powerful."

"I just remembered what a human had said to me," Asharena said casually, "'The heroic dead are qualified to be buried with the sword, but those who live in the world can barbecue and brag next to the former's grave' - I was disdainful of this sentence, but later I became more and more aware of its correctness."

Sir Ksimire was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and his expression became strange: "...This doesn't sound like a statement that a hero can say."

"Yes, he is not a hero, so that guy is still alive-and those guys who are heroes are buried with their swords," Asharena said softly, as if she was talking to herself in the second half, "...If possible, I really hope those guys can still drink and brag with us..."

Golosh looked at the red-haired witch with some curiosity: "Ms. Ashalena? Are you..."

"No, it's nothing, just distracted," Ashalina quickly got rid of her memories, raised her head and looked at the high-ranking courtier in front of her, "Ah, I almost forgot about the main business... Sir Golosh, it seems that we are going to go to the human world again: the candidates for the meeting on behalf of the Duchy of Holy Dragon have been finalized, because the Grand Duke needs to stay here to stabilize the situation in the Principality of the Principality, and you and I will be the candidate for the envoy this time."

...

Accompanied by Melita, Cassandra came to a high platform next to the camp. The pile of boulders protruding on the surface were all semi-melting and then solidified, just like obsidian brittle ground was still filled with starry light. Standing on the platform, you can see the entire camp under the shelter bay, as well as most of the beaches outside the camp and some wasteland leading to the inland.

Even though the moon of recovery has arrived, the cold wind in the Arctic is still cold. Cassandra carefully controls her elemental body, while preventing her from accidentally freezing, while curiously looking at this land that is very strange and mysterious to the Siren - the large area of ​​ruins in her vision and some remaining alloy structures show the advanced prosperity here, which makes her a little regretful, regretting that she failed to visit here in the glorious era of Tallond - many things that amazed the fish are destined to be unable to reproduce, or even if the place can be rebuilt, it will be many years later.

“As you can see, after that war…this is all that thing left here,” Melita said. “For us races trapped by the rules of the world, the price of breaking free from the shackles is so high—just to be able to talk to you, like you, as freely as we are, we all have to pay the price of our lives.”

"This world is really not very friendly... far worse than our hometown," Kassandra sighed, shook her head, "Of course, I mean before our hometown was destroyed..."

"Your hometown... is destroyed?" Melita looked at the sirens in amazement. It was obvious that she did not understand this history.

"It happened a long time ago... Our hometown encountered a sudden attack. The invaders were very powerful and we had no power to fight back, so we actually escaped," Kassandra smiled and said openly. "Since then, many years have passed. I believe that even the invaders have died... The ocean of our hometown may have regained its vitality, but we don't seem to be able to go back."

"...The communication with the 'away guest' has gained a lot," Melita was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "We races who have always been trapped on the planet have no way to imagine what the world outside the light-year scale is like."

Kassandra shook her head: "We are trapped on this planet now - so there is no difference between us. Even if I discuss interstellar voyage with you, it is just a hype of past glory. After all, we are all rebuilding our past civilization, and it doesn't make sense to talk about it with the riches of the past."

"That's right," Melita smiled, then seemed to think of something, and said thoughtfully, "It seems that all the races on this planet have finally embarked on the road to rebuilding civilization."

Kassandra just smiled and said nothing, and almost at the same time, a young dragon clan suddenly flew from the direction of the camp and landed on the platform where they were, and bent his neck towards Melita: "Captain, Gresdore asked me to ask you, how to deal with the water elements caught in the camp? They are getting noisy."

Melita immediately remembered the water elements locked in the Dragon Language Rune Array, which were only sucked by more than ten centimeters, and their noisy complaints. Her expression became a little strange: "Are you still locked up?"

"It's still closed. Gresdor originally planned to try to see if he could still get some fresh water from them, but failed. The water elements have reached the limit of stability. Continuing to take water can only allow them to return to the elemental plane immediately," the young dragon clan replied honestly, "But without you, we dare not let it go..."

"Stop trying, I will definitely not be able to get the water," Cassandra waved her hand beside her, "I never leave live water under my straw - not to mention that those water elements have been carefully squeezed by me."

"Then let it go," Melita nodded to the young dragon clan, "by the way, notify Gresdore. If you find similar small water elements in the future, you will ignore them directly without wasting manpower."

After receiving the order, the young dragon clan flapped his wings and left. Melita looked at Cassandra next to him with curiosity: "Actually, I'm a little strange... Do Siren usually rely on hunting other water elements and absorbing water to maintain themselves? I thought you usually fetch water directly from the natural environment..."

"Of course we usually get water directly from the natural environment," Cassandra said immediately. "Under normal circumstances, Siren do not need to hunt primitive water elements at all - but this time, I encountered some accident. When I crossed the seabed, my subordinates and I encountered an unstable elemental crack. Some bold primitive water elements ran out from it to attack my team. In order to teach these bold madmen a lesson, I took action to punish them."

As he spoke, the black-haired Siren with a tear mole on the corner of his eyes narrowed his eyes: "Don't worry about those guys. Although they have been sucked dry, they will soon recover as soon as they return to the world of elements - but this feeling of being absorbed by the Siren will definitely leave a deep impression on them. At least those guys should not dare to move around this sea area for ten thousand years."

Melita was a little stunned. She didn't know whether to make an evaluation from the other party's "learning a lesson" or to sigh at the seemingly peaceful Siren's unexpected and cruel method when facing the "approximately similar" faced with "a similar type". After thinking carefully for a long time, she thought of a question: "Why do those water elements still attack Siren who are also water elements? Aren't there all the relationship between the elements of the same element?"

"The relationship is very good?" Kassandra smiled, "Ah, it is true that it is on other elemental creatures. Unfortunately, we 'outsiders' are exceptions on this planet... The primitive water elements here do not welcome us siren who disturbed the calmness of their planet.

"When Antawien crashed on the surface of the planet, we destroyed more than just a continental shelf. Some structures on the Antawien also penetrated many ‘tributaries’ in the water element field, and the impact caused has not yet been completely subsided.

"So since ancient times, the relationship between the primitive water elements and the sirens has been very tense, and even had several direct conflicts. But we also know that the fault lies with ourselves, so we are always working hard to improve the relationship with the primitive water elements... These efforts are not ineffective. At least in the areas covered by several major element tributaries, we have lived peacefully with the local water elements, but in relatively remote places..."

Kassandra's tail was rolled up and shook in the air. "The scattered water elements do not care about the 'coexistence agreement' - they or they will cause trouble for the siren as soon as they emerge, and in most cases they refuse to communicate. Over time... we siren who are active outside have to fight back when encountering similar situations."

Melita has lived for many years and witnessed many incredible things in this world, but it was the first time she heard about these things that only elemental creatures can understand and perceive. She listened to Cassandra's narration in surprise and interest. Until the other party finished speaking, she couldn't help but sigh: "I really didn't expect... in places we don't know, there are so many unknown and interesting history in this world."

Then she felt that her wording was not accurate enough and hurriedly explained: "Ah, sorry, I shouldn't have described this history as 'interesting'..."

"Don't care," Cassandra waved his hand immediately, "We Siren have different ways of looking at the world from you, so you are right. Even we think these history is interesting... The battle between elements is just that. Anyway, we are used to it, and I suspect that even the primitive water elements that remain hostile to Siren are used to it-the water element that I let go today, the more I think about it now, the more I sucked it once forty or fifty thousand years ago..."
Chapter completed!