Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 721 Egg

The University of Cambridge, the fourth oldest surviving university in the world, was originally an association of scholars.

These are just the basics that ordinary people can know, and the deeper things will involve taboos, the parts that ordinary people are not qualified to know.

The original Scholars Association had another name called the Alchemy Scholars Association. In the past, this school was the cradle of talents for the secret party.

As the world develops and time passes, this place is no longer suitable for breeding hybrids, so it has changed its appearance.

But that doesn't stop some very important things from being stored here.

As Angers' alma mater and the place where he met Menech Cassel, the Cassel Manor will not be abandoned, so this place should enjoy the same treatment.

Few people know about this matter.

From the Society of Alchemists to Cambridge University is one history, and from the establishment of Cambridge University to the meeting of Angers and Menech Cassel is another history.

The third period of history is the use of Cambridge University as a private base after the establishment of Cassel College in Angers.

History continues to this day and the wheel is still rolling.

At this moment, the earthquake is centered at Cambridge University, covering the entire city of Cambridge, and the scope is continuing to expand.

The thick clouds in the sky are similar to those in Rome, and a natural disaster is striking the city.

There are no students or professors on campus anymore, as they are all rushing to Rome for the magical creatures they have never seen before.

All the students were sent back home, and students from abroad were gathering at the airport, waiting for their return tickets.

The guys who took over this campus were from deep underground, the only remaining elders from the four old dragon-slaying families. They were guarding something here and were also responsible for dealing with some emergencies.

The situation is urgent now, and the thing hidden behind the door shows strong signs of recovery.

The egg that the first generation of the Lionheart Society exchanged for their lives was the way for Nidhogg to be resurrected. The initial signs of recovery created an elemental turbulence that was enough to cover the entire city, comparable to the power of a world-destroying word spirit.

I dare not think about what kind of disaster would be brought if the Black Emperor really returned to the world.

Deep underground, the alloy door was hit by something, making a noise. It was the wind. The air pressure difference caused the door to deform, and the old people outside the door had fire in their eyes.

Cadmus, St. George, Sigurd.

If Beowulf were here, all the elders of the secret party would gather.

Absence is inevitable, and the relics of the old times are exerting their only abilities. In the past wars with dragons, without the strong support of modern science, they had to compromise with the brutality of dragons for the sake of power. In a sense, the elders are all successful products of dragon blood transformation.

The main reason for the decline in the population of the four old families is the transformation of dragon blood. Before medicine was vigorously developed, excellent dragon blood warriors relied on a natural selection, such as the birth of Beowulf.

Such elimination will inevitably lead to the death of a large number of elites and make reproduction more difficult.

The four old dragon-slaying families were a kind of helplessness in the old times. Compared with the current level, the Nibelungen Project and the creation of the emperor through in vitro fertilization technology, how ridiculous they are.

But their contribution is undeniable. They shed their blood on the battlefield at the highest cost under extremely poor conditions.

"It's a good time." St. George took off his hat. "I thought we old guys might just wait for death in the boring days."

"It's a pity that old fellow Beowulf is not here." Cadmus took off the monocle on his left eye.

It didn't matter to him whether he wore glasses or not, as his left eye had been blinded by broken scales in a battle with a second-generation species.

"What a pity," he said.

"What's even more regrettable is... we didn't see the backup plan that Ange left behind." Sigurd lamented.

Inside the door, besides Nidhogg's eggs, there is also the last resort left by Ange.

What is that, and can it really solve the problem of Nidhogg?

In the eyes of these elders, Ange is a young man. They have witnessed the journey of this young man, Ange, from the Lionheart Society to the leader of the Secret Party, from a little guy in the second line to a leader whose words and deeds can shock the half-blood world.

I can only sigh: time flies so fast...

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The far north.

Global warming is a major trend, but in just a few hours, the temperature in the Arctic dropped to an extremely low level, unprecedentedly low.

This area was formerly called the Hutt Mimir Forest. It is not visible to ordinary people and only an ice field can be seen.

Now another wasteland can be seen in the wind and snow, and the boundaries of the Nibelungen have been weakened by a force.

There were ships approaching in the distance, the YAMAL, a giant icebreaker from the former Soviet Union, and there were even larger ones sailing ahead.

The young boy Bunin stood on the bow of the first icebreaker, holding a telescope and observing the situation on the ice field with a smile on his face.

"A coffin, that's right." he said happily.

As expected, the egg was not taken away by Han Qiu. There was a coffin lying on the wasteland in the wind and snow, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"Clear the ice, all ships disperse and just wait." The young man Bunin gave the order.

He just needs to watch, this is God's arrangement.

There weren't many eggs lost out there, so his job was to make sure this one was here. If it was, then he would keep an eye on it.

The gods did not expect Bunin to have the ability to destroy the egg, let alone deal with the awakened Nidhogg.

If the ritual fails and Nidhogg wakes up here, his location can be determined immediately.

There is still a possibility of a battle before the strength of this great being is fully restored.

"Your Excellency is truly a god who has mercy on the world. He has even thought of a strategy for dealing with failure." Bunin sighed.

The failure that the gods had in mind... was the complete collapse of the ritual, which meant that Nidhogg's resurrection was completely out of control.

Every egg has the potential to be resurrected.

"What is that?" Bunin suddenly looked in another direction.

Further north, there was a stronger wind, snow drifted for thousands of miles, and ice suddenly appeared.

Another elemental turbulence, a pure water element turbulence, turned into ice and snow.

In the unknown abyss, someone opened his eyes and took the elements of chaos into his own use.

"Keep an eye on that egg?" Chen Runxi rubbed his temples and stared at the sky in a daze.

There are many memories stored in unknown corners of my mind, like ice, slowly melting with awakening.

The unfinished mission is waiting for Chen Runxi to do, as if it were a preset program.

But Chen Runxi saw it very clearly. After sorting out his thoughts, he did not hesitate at all and resolutely carried out these arrangements.

Ragnarok is not the matter of one person, nor is it the matter of one dragon, and it is certainly not the matter of dragons or humans alone.

It's a difficult time that requires concerted efforts to overcome.