The answer from the leader of the dragon clan made Modir dumb on the spot. The old mage always believed that he was determined and calm in his heart. No matter what situation he encountered, he rarely fell into a state of surprise. However, at this moment, he realized that Tairan's state of mind was just because he had not encountered a truly outrageous situation - a god who had been missing for more than 1.8 million years fell in front of him with a "clang" and his mentality, which was calm in his daily life, also had huge waves.

"You... say in detail," Modir couldn't help leaning forward with his upper body, his face full of shock and curiosity, "The missing ancient god? Is there any saying that gods have 'missing'?"

"Of course, there are gods that can even be killed, expelled, fled, concealed, and even commit suicide under certain circumstances - divinity and humanity are one side," Hragor said with a serious expression, but before continuing to answer Modir's question, he first confirmed the status of the old wizard, "Talking about gods is a dangerous thing, I want to first determine your situation, Master Modir, are you sure you have faced the... God? He also heard His voice?"

"I'm sure, 100% sure-or why am I kidding?"

"Sorry, it's just that this matter is too bizarre. I can't help but want to confirm it a few more times," Hragor nodded. "You don't feel mentally contaminated when you hear His voice and see His figure? And you don't hear the constant murmur or other weird sounds in your mind after waking up?"

"No, I'm also very strange about this - I know what mental pollution is. In some ancient ruins and ruins, I have been exposed to relics with spiritual pollution. The pollution caused by evil spirits and wronged souls can last for a long time, but after witnessing the figure of the 'lady', I did not suffer any continuous damage... But by the way, although the 'lady' did not cause pollution, the terrifying existence that ran out of the ruins of the city gave me an extremely dangerous feeling. I'm sure that if I looked at Him more at that time, it would be difficult to escape."

"You mentioned that the throne of the 'lady' has a starry sky-like pattern, but you can't remember the specific content at all?" Hragor continued, "and you tried to record the dream described by the 'lady', but when you woke up, you found that the corresponding notes had also become unrecognizable graffiti?"

Modir nodded: "Yes, it's like there's some kind of force that prevents this knowledge from entering the real world, whether it's through my memory or the notes I wrote, all traces have been erased."

Hragore frowned and murmured in confusion: "...The typical god's 'miracle', but there is no corresponding divine pollution... What exactly happened to him? And there is the starry sky, and the starry sky is not the authority he holds..."

"So which god are you talking about?" Modir finally couldn't help asking, "I've already..."

"The goddess of shadow, Ms. Night, the master and protector of shadows and nightfalls - His mythical characteristics are huge bodies, long skirts that can cover the earth like night, light and shadow wandering around, and black and white scepters that separate the boundaries of light and shadows," Hragor no longer concealed it, staring at Modir's eyes and said, "In this era, except for a few ancient dragons and... ancient existences, no mortal knows the accurate description of these mythical characteristics."

Modir sat at the table, opened his mouth, and made a sound after a few seconds: "Oh, the god is missing..."

"Yes, missing, but few mortal races in the world know this," said Hragor slowly. "There are always fewer people who can master the way of shadows, and the mortals who worship them are even a minority of them. Because they are almost unable to obtain responses from the realm of divine arts and clear oracles, the shadow faith is thin, loose, and intermittent in every season of civilization. People think that the Shadow Goddess or Ms. Night is a god who does not pay attention to the mortal world. Some even question whether this god is real, and only the oldest existences know that the Shadow Goddess does exist, but... He has been missing for more than one million and eight million years, and after His disappearance, the world has strangely never produced a new Shadow Goddes."

The ancient dragon, who had experienced civilization changes again and again, said in a low voice. He himself was an "ancient existence" who knew those secrets: in his youth, in the years when the sailor had not yet arrived, the dragon was only one of the many extraordinary races on this planet, and the other continents had many intelligent races and corresponding gods. He knew that the Shadow Goddess was one of the main gods of the Loren continent at that time, and the nightmare master of the common belief of several dark races, and his mythical characteristics were as Modir described.

After the arrival of the Departures, the dragon clan chose to self-enclose, and the gods outside Tallond who had fallen into madness were greatly purged. Almost all the gods were completely destroyed by the Departures' expeditionary fleet. Only the Shadow Goddess... seemed to miraculously avoid the Departures' hunt.

Only a very few people on the entire planet know about this - this very few people obviously do not include Modir.

So the scenes described by this great adventurer cannot be made up by him.

"...It seems that I'm having a big deal," Modir looked at the increasingly serious expression on the face of the dragon leader in front of him, nodded with great experience, "Well, I'm having a big deal again."

Hragor looked at the great adventurer in front of him very seriously: "Have you ever touched strange relics in the Shadow Realm, or touched something like a god's remains?"

"I don't remember," Modir shook his head honestly, "I don't even remember that I've been to such weird places as the Shadow World, let alone contact with the gods related to it... But you know this memory, who can tell me?"

"...This is indeed a problem." Hragor retracted his gaze and said with some helplessness. Modir recalled the details in his memory and asked: "Do you know anything about the twisted thing that appeared from the ruins of the city?"

Hragor pondered with a serious expression, as if he was traversing his memory that lasted nearly two million years, but in the end he shook his head regretfully: "I have never heard of or seen anything like it... It must have never appeared in the real world, but one thing is certain... If the lady you see is Ms. Ye who has been missing for more than one million years, then the only thing that can be confronted by is another god, or an existence that is equal to God."

Modir covered his head with his hands, muttering as if he was having a headache: "...If that's true, that's the ugliest god I've ever heard of. Then again, how could I suddenly deal with these beings?"

"I don't know the reason, but many times in the realm of gods, neither mortal nor gods have the power to decide their own destiny. Perhaps it's just a coincidence, or maybe it's an accident many years ago," Hragore raised his head, his attitude was extremely solemn and earnest, "regardless of the reason, you have been entangled by fate, Master Modir - please be careful next. After leaving here, do not talk about your dreams with ordinary people unless necessary, and it's best not to mention any words about Ms. Ye and the twisted chaos thing, so as to prevent those two high places who do not know where to establish further connection with you through the power of words and cognition.

"In addition, if you encounter any similar strange experiences later, please discuss with me as soon as possible and let me check your soul state - at least in the realm of gods, I still know a little more than ordinary people."

"I understand, and thank you very much for your help, Lord Hragore." Modir nodded sincerely to thank him. He knew that it was rare for an ancient dragon leader like Hragore to personally help an alien of unknown origin. Perhaps the dragon leader had his own plans, but whether it was the ancient information he just revealed or the help he was willing to provide in the future, it was real.

Hragor nodded slightly, but did not forget the purpose of calling Modir here at the beginning: "By the way, Master Modir, I'm actually looking for you today for another thing."

"Ah yes, I forgot if you don't say it," Modil immediately slapped his head, "What did you ask me to come here?"

"...Please stay in the Adventurer Camp soon. A guest from afar wanted to see you," Hragor said slowly, "She has already set out from Loren and should arrive soon."

"A guest from afar? I made a special trip to see me?" Modil was stunned. He couldn't think of anyone in the world who would have so much trouble crossing the ocean to see such a bad old man with a bad memory - after all, he had no relatives in this world for no reason. "Who? I don't remember that I had ever owed a debt that could force people to cross the ocean to recover..."

"It's a descendant of you," Hragor couldn't help but interrupt the old mage's overly divergent thinking, "We... have 'find' one of your descendants in Loren."

While speaking, he stared at Modir's expression, sensed the magic fluctuations in the other party's body, and paid attention to all the reactions this great adventurer had after hearing the news. Modir fell into a state of shock for a long time for more than ten seconds after Hragore's words - until the leader of the dragon clan in front of him couldn't help but cough twice, he suddenly reacted, stared at his eyes and said, "What?"

"It's a descendant of you..."

"Oh, I heard it clearly, I heard it clearly, my descendants, I just didn't react at once," Modir waved his hand and said quickly without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "But... are you serious? Don't you kidding? My descendants?! Where did you find them? Descendants... I don't know that I actually have descendants..."

His reaction was expected by Hragor. The latter just waited quietly for the old mage's emotions to calm down, and then spoke in a low voice: "We have used more special channels, and in a sense... your descendants are not difficult to find, but the situation during this period is quite special, and I can't explain in detail to you now."

"Okay, okay, there's nothing special about me..." Modir said, and couldn't help summoning a bright arcane ball in his hand, constantly turning this dangerous high-energy body between his fingers. It seemed that he couldn't calm down completely without this. "Descendants, ha, you found my descendants... Wait, what is my descendants' surname? What is she doing?"

He raised his head and stared at Heragor with his eyes, but the latter could only spread his hands helplessly: "Sorry, some situations..."

"Oh, oh, okay, I won't ask," Modir seemed to understand something when he saw the other party's reaction, although he was not sure whether he understood it. "It seems that the situation is really special, right? Then I can just wait... By the way, do I have anything else to prepare? For example, a meeting gift or something?"

"...That's your descendant, and she's going to prepare for it," Hragor said helplessly, "all you need to do is wait."

"That's true..."

In the face of this sudden news, the adventurer was at a loss. Then he confirmed a lot of various things to Hragor. After half an hour of tossing, he finally left the room with a strange expression.

The reception room suddenly became quiet, and only Hragor sat quietly behind the table. The leader of the dragon clan looked at the direction of the old mage leaving. After a long time, he gently tapped a certain position on the table. Driven by the ancient and mysterious magic device, the wall on one side of the room gradually became brighter, and the figure of the black dragon Andal appeared in the middle of the picture.

"It seems that the big adventurer is at a loss for revealing the 'descendants'," Hragor said with a frown. "Is this really appropriate?"

"This is Ms. Victoria's request and it has also been recognized by Gauvin Cecil," Andal's voice was low. "They will eventually come into contact. We can also observe whether there will be new changes in Modir from this contact process. This is beneficial for further mastering his 'symptoms'. As for the interruption of his consciousness and resetting the hidden dangers... haven't we tested it? As long as we don't tell him the last name of 'Wilder' directly, there will be no problem, and even if he hears the last name of 'Wilder', it's fine. Just don't tell him that the last name is his."

"...Is it like a dead soul..." Hragor whispered, then he shook his head and changed his subject, "You have also heard the 'experience' mentioned by Modir just now. Do you have any opinions?"

"The lady holding a black and white scepter should be the Shadow Goddess who escaped from the Departures more than 1.8 million years ago. It's right. Whether it's the mythical characteristics or its strange status, it can be regarded as evidence. I really didn't expect that such a unsolved case that has been hanging for nearly two million years would suddenly appear today, and it also points to a dream of a mortal. Things are unpredictable."

"Maybe Modir's current strange state is because of the influence of that ancient god," Hragor nodded slightly. "There are too many mysteries behind this matter. Where is the ancient god now, what is the state, and what purpose is... These are unknown. Perhaps we should also fulfill our responsibilities as our member states and submit a report at the next internal meeting of the Theocracy Council."
Chapter completed!