"The Firebeard clan is willing to become the descendants of the great dragon and surrender under its wings."
Kristians translated it.
Garen nodded slightly.
After listening to many conversations between the fire dwarf and Krichens, he could already understand some of the other party's general meaning without Krichens having to translate it, but it was just not specific and accurate enough.
After a while, I will discuss the Dwarvish language with Krichens, and he will almost be able to understand it and speak it and use it.
However, since the fire dwarves have become kinsfolk, they must learn Draconic or Common Language in order to cater to the dragon's language, instead of asking Garen to cater to them and speak Dwarf language. Garen learns Dwarf language just out of his own hobbies and interests.
Gallon temporarily handed over this task to Kristens.
Most of the dwarves have straightforward thoughts, are taciturn, and are not very intelligent. However, the spell casters among them, such as the dwarf elder in front of them, are quite wise and knowledgeable.
The lofty status of a spell caster is not only due to the powerful spell ability.
It also lies in the intelligence of being able to understand runes and construct spells, which is usually much higher than that of other creatures.
Crichens only needs to teach the dwarf spellcasters first. With the wisdom of the spellcasters, it is not difficult to learn the common language. After they learn it, it will be easier to teach the other fire dwarves. However, with the dwarves'
Personality and thinking, this is bound to be a headache for the elders.
Chichichi..........a gust of hot wind blew by, and filamentous flames ignited in the air without warning.
This was a natural reaction in a plane with dense fire elements. It did not attract the attention of the fire dwarves. Visitors from the main material world like Garen were quite interested and looked at the filamentous flames floating in the air.
Suck.
Lowell sniffed, inhaled the flames burning in the air into his nostrils, snorted again, sprayed out sparks, and showed a comfortable and refreshing expression on his face.
After arriving in the lava demiplane, the scorching air, the smell of sulfur, and the hot wind blowing from time to time made the two red dragons feel happy from the bottom of their hearts.
This environment is simply a paradise for red dragons.
"You guys first find a place to rest nearby."
Garen said to his subordinates.
Lowell and Gresha looked at each other, and then invariably looked at the lava river meandering nearby, fluttered their wings and flew over, plunging directly into the vast lava river, splashing with dazzling flames.
of magma sparks.
Urbis looked left and right and spotted an open space far away from the magma river.
The dark green huge and slender body moved like a drill and disappeared from the ground in the blink of an eye.
The dark frost giant stood aside silently, condensing the power of darkness and frost on his body. Garen started learning the dwarf language through Krichens and made rapid progress.
There is no common language in the lava demiplane. If you want to have a good understanding of the situation here, you must at least be able to understand the local creatures.
If you wait for the fire dwarves to learn Common Language, it will take a certain amount of time.
It is difficult for the biological clans here to unite, partly because they cannot understand each other's languages.
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At the same time, Garen was learning more about the demiplane of lava.
In the snow-capped and silver-covered Arctic ice fields.
Eight people were forging ahead in the wind and snow.
This is a small team of resolute-looking Paladins, including an old priest wearing a white robe. They crossed the rolling Dragon's Back Mountains and arrived at the Far North Icefield.
The Holy See of Light has never forgotten the search for the Black Sun sculpture.
In Noah's Continent, the Church of Light has the widest audience of believers.
Because this is not a big world.
In the period between receiving the oracle and now, in order to find traces of the Black Sun sculpture, the personnel of the Holy See of Light have traveled through most of Noah's continent, deep mountains, dense forests, overseas, swamps...
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But there has been no harvest.
Up to this point, the far north ice sheet that had always been neglected attracted the attention of a Vatican team.
The snow is falling heavily, the cold wind is as biting as a knife, and the environment in the far north ice field is extremely harsh and unbearable.
However, members of the Holy See are not ordinary people and are not afraid of cold winds and blizzards.
Time passes slowly, and the wind and snow occasionally get stronger and weaker.
They recited the prayers of the God of Light silently, and every time they walked through a place, they used their eyes that could detect evil to observe the surroundings. If they encountered evil existence, they would destroy their bodies and purify their souls in the name of the God of Light. Although they encountered
There were some obstacles, but they did not affect their progress.
In this way, it gradually penetrated deep into the Arctic ice sheet.
They climbed over the snow-capped mountains, walked across the tundra in the cold wind, and arrived at the edge of a glacier rift valley a few days later in a stormy and snowy day.
Several paladins stood on the edge of the Great Rift Valley, looking down.
This is like a scar on the far north ice sheet, the rift that tears apart the earth is like a chasm, so dark and deep that you can't see the bottom of the valley, and you can only vaguely hear the hoarse roar and whimpering of the cold wind in it.
A burst of white light appeared.
The space rippled, and several tall horses walked out of it.
These horses have wings on their bodies, with pure white feathers on their wings. They are filled with an aura of light, and their white skin and manes seem to be shimmering with light.
The Paladin got on his horse and crossed the Great Rift Valley to continue exploring.
However, the old priest who had not yet mounted his horse looked at the abyss and rift valley, and after a moment's hesitation, stopped them.
"I smell evil," he said.
The burly paladins were stunned for a moment, and then their faces became solemn at the same time, and they lowered their eyes to look at the bottomless Great Rift Valley. The darkness inside was so deep that it seemed to be able to swallow people's hearts.
The priest's eyes lit up with the light of divine magic.
A pair of eyes were completely filled with white light at this time, which was very bright.
His face was solemn and his eyes kept scanning.
Finally I saw wisps of black air.
Although these vague black mist were weak, the evil and ominous aura they carried made his mind shake.
"There is profound evil down there, and we cannot sit idly by and ignore it."
The pastor confirmed.
A paladin decisively picked up the priest and sat on the horse together.
The white-winged horse waved its broad wings and made a clear neighing sound from its mouth. Then the horse's hooves stepped on the air and plunged into the bottomless rift valley.
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"Send people to visit the surrounding biological clans and spread the news that a legendary true dragon has arrived in the main material world and is gathering its relatives to bring peace and unity."
Garon spoke Dwarf language and said to the firebeard leader under Rick's amazed gaze.
In fact, for a legendary level dragon, it is a very simple matter to gather the followers.
As long as you express your intention to gather your followers, many clans will take notice and voluntarily become the followers of the legendary true dragon.
In particular, the flesh-and-blood beings in the lava demiplane are now living a very difficult life, and can even be said to be on tenterhooks, not knowing when their peaceful lives will be casually destroyed by the elemental djinn.
At this time, if a legendary existence comes, it will be clear what choice they will make.
"Your wisdom is heart-breaking."
The dwarf elder next to him sighed in admiration.
It only took less than a day for Garen to master the Dwarf language from being exposed to it, and he can now converse in Dwarf language with their native accent. If you don't look at his appearance and just listen to his voice, it would be difficult to imagine this.
It turned out to be a legendary dragon.
"As you wish, the warriors of the Firebeard clan will bring the name of the Eternal Dragon to other clans."
The Firebeard leader nodded and immediately set off, personally leading the people to leave the Firebeard clan and go to the surrounding biological clans.
Garen flew to a nearby small volcano with a height of 700 meters, fell directly into the black smoky crater, and soaked himself in the hot and bubbling lava.
Gululu's magma emits heat, which penetrates the dragon scales and nourishes the strong muscles underneath.
He is very adaptable and has become accustomed to the environment of the lava demiplane in the past few days.
Not long after, Garen, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp cold light flashed through his platinum dragon pupils.
But soon, the sharp gaze faded and turned into a look of doubt.
At that moment, Garen felt the time mark move.
Moreover, the time mark he imprinted on the sun sculpture moved quite a bit, but it only stopped after about ten seconds.
In his perception, the sun sculpture still existed stably under the Great Rift Valley, and the strange movement just now seemed to be just an illusion.
"Hmm...is there some creature below the Great Rift Valley that touched the sculpture?"
"Or did the strong wind blow it?"
Garen's eyes showed a thoughtful look.
"Let's go back to the Arctic Icefield after a while and take a look at the sun sculpture."