Ever since her family was chosen as the Dragon Whisperer, the ancestors have been warning the next generation from generation to generation: Do not disturb the dragon when it is sleeping. It will be so angry when it wakes up that it will burn everything to ashes.
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But the problem is that the dragon sleeps endlessly, sometimes sleeping for several years, sometimes sleeping for decades.
Once upon a time, when an ancestor became a dragon speaker, the dragon was sleeping. When he was old enough to die, the dragon still hadn't woken up. Sadly, he became the only dragon speaker among the dragon speakers who had never seen a dragon.
Now, your lost child has come to your door. Even if you feel angry, you should hold it in.
Shafia actually believed 90% of what Nigris said, because Niali did mention Zero Ocean Island to her ancestors and said that it was the place where she had her first beautiful memories. As for the first time, Niali
Didn't say.
Anyway, every bit of what Neiari said was written down by her ancestors, the repetitive parts were removed, and copied into volumes for future generations to learn from.
The biggest task for all the new generation of dragon whisperers to become dragon whisperers is to read all the dragon whisperers and remember what the dragon said in their hearts.
But the problem is that over the past one thousand years, what Nellie has said has been excerpted from fifty boxes of parchment scrolls and millions of words. The difficulty of remembering them all has increased exponentially.
Fortunately, our ancestors not only passed down the Dragon Language Codex, but also passed down the exam technique - highlighting the key points.
Among the fifty boxes of parchments, which ones are important, which ones must be tested, and which ones are insignificant can be solved by mastering the routine. As long as you understand the dragon's thinking, you can answer the questions with the same accuracy.
As a result, Shafia, who was best at taking exams, became a new generation of Dragon Whisperer.
Today, she made the decision to go against her ancestors because she controlled the dragon's thoughts and had a premonition that if she woke up the sleeping dragon, the other party would not only not be angry to get up, but would also be shocked: "My child? I
Where are the children?"
Instead, don't wake her up. Wait until she wakes up naturally and then realizes that you have driven her child away. Only then will she really get angry out of bed.
But even if it breaks out, what does it matter? In Nairi's current state, being able to fly and breathe fire and throw a tantrum is something worth celebrating, right? She can get up and beat me if she can!
The place where the giant dragon sleeps is a secret. No one knows where it is, but it can be accessed through the teleportation array, and the teleportation array must be activated through dragon language. In other words, no one can activate this teleportation array except the giant dragon and the dragon whisperer.
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After installing the magic crystal, Shafia chanted a spell in dragon language, and with a flash of white light, she appeared in a huge underground space.
Countless gems, crystals and other shiny things were piled into dark corners. The only bright place was in the center. A ray of sunlight passed through the gap and was projected on the body of a giant dragon, making her scales shine with golden light.
The entire underground space.
Shafia has read from the Dragon Language Codex that dragons actually don't like shiny gold and silver treasures. These are stereotypes formed by knight novels or misunderstandings.
But it is true that giant dragons are more sensitive to shiny things. They are so huge that humans are like small mice. They can be trampled to death if they are not careful. Jewels and magic crystals are smaller than humans. If it were not
It's so bright that they can't see clearly.
As for the statement that the dragon's lair is filled with treasures, it is true or false. A dragon lives for thousands of years, and even the wooden horse it rode when it was a child will become an antique and valuable after thousands of years.
But even if gold, silver, treasures, holy swords and the like are not broken, if left there for hundreds or thousands of years, they will rust into scrap metal.
I have never heard that iron swords and armors unearthed a thousand years ago are better than those just left the factory. But it is true that they are in good condition and valuable.
Unfortunately, stereotypes have led to the fact that human beings especially like to offer shiny things to Nealli. If they can't bear to offer magic crystals, they offer worthless accompanying crystals. If they can't bear to offer gold and silver, they offer shiny tin vessels.
Nellie has complained to the Dragon Whisperer more than once that these things are impractical and take up space. It is better to send more little lambs over, so that she can roast them and eat them.
It's a pity that no one wants to believe it. Instead, they feel scared that more will be sent next time. Instead, they accept these offerings and praise them a few words, and people will feel at ease.
Shafia teleported over and immediately heard a thunderous grunt. This was a very low-frequency sound. When the momentum was at its highest, the entire ground would resonate with it.
Shafia was well prepared. She immediately blocked her ears with something, then hid behind a big rock, picked up a fist-sized stone, and threw it at the brass dragon with all her strength.
Shafia tried her best, but because her strength was too weak, the brass dragon couldn't feel it at all.
The stone hit the Brass Dragon on the head, and Shafia yelled at the same time: "Boss, get up quickly!"
The brass dragon's brow scales wrinkled, its nostrils expanded, and Safia immediately shrank behind the big stone.
Tsk——, the brass dragon snorted and blew out a little dragon breath, drying up the drool under its nose.
Then the Brass Dragon changed into a comfortable position and went back to sleep.
Whoosh, another stone was thrown, hitting the brass dragon's nose accurately.
The huge dragon eyes opened instantly, and the two vertical pupils were full of boundless anger. The breath from the nose gradually became hot, and the suppressed roar echoed throughout the underground space: "Who woke me up? You stupid guy,
You will bear my endless anger, and I will roast you into a dried fish!"
"Boss, it's me!" Shafia poked her head out from behind the big rock, said quickly, and quickly retracted.
"Stupid guys, I didn't choose you to be the Dragon Whisperer because you woke me up when I was sleeping. Come out and bear my wrath. I will bake you a little dry so that your death will not be painful.
of."
Shafia stretched her neck behind the big stone and opened her big mouth towards Shafia.
"Boss, your son is here to come to you." Shafia said quickly, and she repeated several times quickly as if she was afraid that the Brass Dragon might not hear clearly: "Your son is here to come to you, your son is here to come to you."
Nairi's vertical pupils widened, and she almost bit her tongue: "My son? Where can I get a son?"
Safia breathed a sigh of relief, her life was saved. The Brass Dragon had a bad temper the moment she got up and couldn't control it, but if something can stimulate her and bring her back to her senses, she is quite easy to get along with.
"I don't know either, but it talked about the Zero Ocean Island and said its name was ￥%#@&." Shafia said Nigris' name in dragon language.
"￥%#@&?￥%#@&?" Nellie murmured a few times, her eyes getting brighter and brighter: "Is it ￥%#@&? Is it really ￥%#@&!?"
"Yes, it's ￥%#@&. I learned Dragon Language very well and I definitely read it correctly." Shafia said confidently.
Nellie was so excited that she wanted to get up and asked urgently: "Where is it? Where is it?" But before she could stand up, she stumbled forward and fell to the ground.
"Be careful!" Shafia shouted with concern. She subconsciously wanted to rush out to help, but after taking two steps, she realized that in front of her was a behemoth that was dozens of meters long and weighed hundreds of tons.
I am so excited, is it really her child?
"It's okay, it's okay." Nellie said excitedly, "We dragons are cold-blooded animals. When sleeping, our body temperature will drop to the lowest level. When we wake up, we need a period of time to warm up our bodies before we can become active."
As she said that, Nellie looked up at the top of her head and realized that she wanted to rely on this ray of sunlight to heat up her body. She didn't know how long it would take to heat up, so she simply said: "You stay away."
Shafia said hesitantly: "Do you want to fly over? You are too tired in your current situation. I will call them here."
Nellie shook her head and said with respect: "If the brass dragon you are talking about is called ￥%#@&, then it will be an existence worthy of me welcoming it. Stay away."
Shafia ran and hid far away, and then she felt a wave of heat coming from behind her. When she looked back, she saw Nai Ali spraying a hot dragon's breath towards the ground where she was lying, and the dragon's breath landed on the ground.
Everywhere, rocks melted rapidly.
The dragon's breath spread rapidly, turning the surrounding area into a sea of flames, and the remaining flames even enveloped Nellie.
The dragon's breath of the brass dragon is actually not a flame, but a highly concentrated state of elements. It has many properties, and heat is just one of them.
In the scorching heat, the behemoth stood up slowly, its scales shining brightly in the heat of the dragon's breath.
Open your wings and flap them hard, and the dragon's breath on the ground will be extinguished immediately. Dragon's breath is difficult to extinguish, so it can be seen that what the wings are fanning is not pure wind.
Raising her head and neck, Nairi let out a loud and shocking dragon roar, and then said: "Go back by yourself."
I thought she would fly high, but she folded her wings, jumped hard, and put her short claws on the crack above her head, pulling her body upward.
At the same time, he retracted his belly and raised his hind limbs, hooking, hooking, hooking, and he got there. His hind feet caught the gap in the crack, and he just alternated between his front paws and his hind legs. He looked clumsy but actually climbed up very nimbly.
Shafia sighed. Every time she saw the way the Brass Dragon came out of the hole, she felt that it was so unscrupulous, but there was no way. The crack on the top was too small and she couldn't fly out at all. She had to climb out first and then fly.
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So every time when she comes out of the cave, you can see her clumsy movements, fearing that her belly is too big to hook her front paws.
After watching Nai Ali climb out of the crack and flutter her wings and fly away, Shafia teleported back to the oasis through the teleportation array. When she went back, only Nigris, Luther, and Lightning were left in the field, while Ange and Angel
Skeletons and little zombies are gone.
"Hello, sir, where are your two companions and a little girl? Where have they gone? Please come with them to have a rest. Hurry up, serve dates, serve jujubes, and entertain our distinguished guests." Shafia was polite and polite.
Speaking enthusiastically, he also quietly kicked his henchman.
Nigris smiled slightly, with a completely different attitude. It seemed that Nielli knew who it was.
As for the other two companions and the little girl..., Nigris looked back and exclaimed: "Hey, where is Ange?"
Ange ran away quietly because Negris wouldn't let him plant anything, and he happened to see a large area of abandoned farmland, so he slipped away quietly.
Although Nigris didn't notice him, the sentry in charge did notice him, and a senior swordsman followed with two spearmen.
"Hello, distinguished guest, I am Orem. How can I help you?" the senior swordsman said politely.
These people were brought by the Brass Dragon. Although the Dragon Speaker questioned their identity, the identity of the Brass Dragon alone was enough for everyone to be extremely polite to these people. Even if they are not the children of Lord Nellie, they are still members of the tribe.
Well, the relationship with Dragon Whisperer is definitely much closer.
So Orem behaved very politely and came here only to serve as a guide and not to restrict their activities.
Ange happened to have a question, pointed to the deserted area in the distance and asked: "Where, where?"
"Oh, it's a wasteland, there's not much there," Orem said.
"Farmland, there is farmland." Ange said anxiously, pointing to the traces on the ground.
"Oh, you're talking about this. It was indeed a farmland a few years ago, but with the degradation of the water system, it has been abandoned." Orem said, sighing and said: "The water system of the oasis has been shrinking.
, there are more and more abandoned places on the edges, alas.”
Ange didn't care about this and asked: "These farmlands are all abandoned. Can I grow anything?"
"Ah? You want to grow something there? But there is no water there." Orem said in surprise.
Ange opened his hand, and a drizzle of rain immediately fell on his palm, and the ground was wet in a short time.
Orem was in awe: "It turns out you are a magician, I am disrespectful, but..."
Orem originally wanted to say that using magic to farm the land was unrealistic, but he realized before he could say anything. What does it have to do with him if he found out that it was unrealistic? Maybe this magician had some quirks?
So he changed his mind and said: "The land there is deserted and belongs to the ownerless land. According to our custom here, as long as you build any buildings or plant anything on it, the land will belong to you. However, in order to avoid disputes,
You need to register at the Dragon Temple and pay a handling fee..."
As soon as the words "handling fee" were spoken, Ange handed over a hand. The palm was full of magic crystals, which made Orem and his two men's eyes bulge.
Although there is a magic crystal mine near the oasis, no one here spends it. The denomination is too high, one can be worth nine gold coins.
"This..." Orem swallowed hard, suppressed a trace of greed in his heart, carefully picked up one, and said: "Too many, too many, one too many."
, I will go through the formalities first and return the rest to you, but you still need to build some buildings as soon as possible, otherwise the wasteland will return to an ownerless state in three to five years."
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry. This was originally a very simple matter. He could just let his spearmen go, but Orem didn't dare to hand over the precious magic crystal to them. Who knows if they dare to have bad intentions?
Although the chance is very small, what if it happens?
Registering a piece of wasteland is a very simple matter. Wasteland in the desert is not valuable, land with water is valuable. If housing buildings and the like can be built on wasteland, it can increase the local GDP, so when I hear someone registering
Wasteland, the registrar of Dragon Temple didn’t even confiscate the money.
Holding a handwritten land registration certificate stamped with the dragon emblem, he returned to the original place. From a distance, Orem's jaw began to drop. Is that place still the place he knew? Why is it so much more?