Soul moss is a magical plant. Like most magical plants, it decays when it is removed from the soil. It must be stored immediately in a magical vessel or solidified to maintain some magic. Children have nothing to pick and put with their bare hands, which is a waste of natural resources.
The roar from the sky startled the child, who sat down on the ground and gestured upward with the wooden shovel in his hand in panic.
The child's little face was raised, revealing a face with tiny dragon scales on the bridge of the nose, the tip of the eyebrow, and other places.
"Hey, dragon? Whose dragon? Little Ellie, is it yours?" Nigris asked in surprise.
Nellie flew down, sniffed the child's body, and said with disgust: "Yes, I don't want this dragon."
"Ah? Why not, your bastard, you have to take responsibility." Nigris said.
Brusque also fell down and said seriously: "Grandma Niali, although you are senior, you cannot abandon your dragon servant. If you really want to do this, I will ask the Black Dragon Codex."
Niali pouted aggrievedly: "I know..." Then she patted Nigris on the head with her paw: "You are responsible, you smell like poop."
Pfft! This is how you despise feelings. If there is a smell, just wash it off.
Dragon minions are creatures contaminated by the power of the dragon. Some creatures living in the dragon's territory will be directly or indirectly exposed to the power of the dragon, causing them to be contaminated and turn into dragon minions.
It's unclear whether being polluted by the dragon's power is a good thing or a bad thing. Some creatures have mastered a little of the dragon's power, and can get twice the result with half the effort whether they are practicing or studying. However, some creatures cannot bear the dragon's power, or are prone to diseases, or directly
Fallen to death.
But no matter what the consequences are, the dragon must be responsible for it. The Dragon Clan's Black Dragon Code stipulates that any dragon servant contaminated by the dragon must be responsible for it and must not be abandoned.
Of course, the dragon is not a kind creature. The code only stipulates responsibility, but does not stipulate how to be responsible. Whether it is eaten, enslaved, or raised, it is a responsible attitude.
The little angel fell down. Since it would not turn into ashes when it released the holy light, Ange no longer confiscated its wings.
Fly to the child and lift him up.
The child was so frightened that he waved the wooden shovel in his hand wildly, hitting the little angel's body with cracks and cracks. There were streaks of gray marks on his pure white dress and fair little face.
The little angel punched the child squarely in the eye.
"No! Oh oh oh!!" Nigris shouted in fear. With the strength of a little angel, he could punch the child and blow it's head off?
Fortunately, this did not happen. The child's eye socket was hit with a black circle, and he burst into tears from the pain. He dropped the shovel, covered his eyes and cried loudly.
The little angel punched the child's other eye socket again, and both eyes suddenly became panda eyes.
The child was in so much pain that his nose was full of runny nose, and for a while he had no time to cry. After a while, the energy subsided, and he started crying again.
Then, not surprisingly, he was punched on the cheek by the little angel again. He cried and was punched. If he didn't cry, it would be fine. The child almost instinctively covered his mouth.
The little angel nodded with satisfaction, held up the child's hand and shook it hard to shake off the debris on his body. Then he held up the holy light with his other hand and wiped it on the child's face. The rough face was wiped clean.
Already.
All the dirt, blackheads, and dandruff are completely purified under the light of the purification technique, which is more effective than any finger of death whitening, rejuvenating, and spot removal technique.
The oil and dirt on my hair had turned into knots. After being wiped with the purification technique, it was like brushing it hard with a hair brush. It was so clean that it could be knotted, but the damaged hair was definitely not repairable.
Come back, a mess of dry branches.
But this was already an incredible method for the little child in front of him. He was so shocked that he stared at the little angel with his big bright eyes, admiringly.
The little angel wiped him clean in one stroke, like a little chicken that had just hatched out of its shell, with clean hair that was fluffy and cute.
Nigris flew over and asked: "Kid, what is your name?"
"吚吚 Yeah." The child Long Yi made a sound of unknown meaning.
After some exchange, Negris said: "He can't speak and has no language ability. Is he the only one here? No way?"
"Kid, where do you live? Is there anyone else?"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," the child Long Yi said.
Because he was a dragon, he looked relatively strong, but upon closer inspection, Nigris found that he was probably only four or five years old.
A child who had no language skills and could not communicate, and could not get any useful information from him, Nigris had to look around by himself.
Children of this age do not have much ability to survive, so his range of activities will not be too large. After walking around, Nigris discovered his residence.
There is a cave not far away. The cave is not deep and can probably accommodate two people sitting inside to protect themselves from the wind and rain. At this time, a skeleton is already sitting in the deepest part of the cave, and a lot of dust has accumulated on the skeleton.
, apparently dead for who knows how long.
However, a piece of blanket was carefully covered on the skeleton. Only the corners showed signs of turning. Next to the traces was a shallow pit that was shiny due to friction. If you compare it carefully, it is probably the size of a child.
Just from the skeleton and the traces in the hollows, Negris could deduce what probably happened.
This skeleton lived here in seclusion with a baby before it was alive. Unknown to some accident, it died suddenly. The baby survived on its own, relying on plants spawned by the power of dragons such as soul moss on the nearby cliffs.
As a result, they become polluted and become dragon minions.
Because no one taught him, he couldn't speak and had no language skills. He didn't even understand that the skeleton was dead, so he covered the skeleton with a precious blanket and only took up a little bit of it.
It was so difficult, but this child struggled to survive.
After listening to Nigris' speculation, Niali's motherly love couldn't help but overflow: "Oh, it's so pitiful. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. The Dragon Mother will take care of you from now on. Oh, come here and let the Dragon Mother hug you."
As he said that, he wanted to reach out and hug him.
Unexpectedly, the little child swooped and hid behind the little angel, watching it warily.
"Ah, don't run, I am your dragon mother, come here quickly, you are my dragon servant, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Nai'ali said.
The child didn't respond, but stared at it warily. Nellie wanted to go around and catch him, but he circled the little angel to avoid it.
"Well, it seems that my dragon doesn't recognize me." Nai Ali sighed.
"Who made you feel disgusted when he was dirty just now? He has remembered your disgust." Nigris laughed happily, and then was scratched in the face by Niali's claw.
Ange tilted his head and looked at the skeleton for a long time, then suddenly made a move with his finger.
The skeleton covered with a cloth suddenly stood up.
The child's eyes flashed with surprise. He screamed and rushed to the skeleton. However, after calling a few times, he found that the skeleton ignored him and immediately couldn't help but pursed his lips.
Tears rolled in his eyes.
Nigris flew in front of Ange and asked in confusion: "What are you doing to move it?"
"Remnant consciousness." Ange said.
Nigris couldn't help but fly to the skeleton, inspected it carefully, and then discovered the remaining information on it.
Residual consciousness is the information left on the body or object by a soul with strong thoughts. For example, the hand bones of Strong Bone Locke have a lot of information left on them. They were finally interpreted by the Purple Skeleton Titan, and they built a transfer station that can communicate with the world.
Contact teleportation array.
Without the remaining information about Bone Rock, even if the teleportation array was built, the Purple Skeleton clan would not be able to contact the world transfer station.
In the same way, similar information remains on this skeleton. If the skeleton was not a being with a powerful soul like Locke during his lifetime, then the information left on the skeleton can only show that his soul activity was very intense before death, which is commonly known as
He will never die with peace of mind.
If Ange wants to interpret the remaining information, he doesn't have to go through as much trouble as the Purple Skull Clan. He needs to send a little soul energy over and let the soul energy condense the soul fire with the residual consciousness as the core. Then he can interpret the information through the soul fire.
Already.
"Kid, take care."
"The magic rice is still a little short of success, but I'm not willing to accept it."
"I am the strongest Druid."
"Dragon poop really stinks..."
Ange read out the interpreted information sentence by sentence, and the last sentence almost made Nellie explode.
"It turns out to be a Druid. What is magic rice? Is it a new rice seed he cultivated? Take care, kid. Who is he referring to? This child? Doesn't he have a name? Isn't he his child?" Nigris analyzed and interpreted it.
information, and at the same time searched for it, and found a package from the location where the skeleton originally stayed.
"A bag of rice seeds, a planting manual, a druid secret, a robe, and some odds and ends."
"Show me the robe." Brusk saw the mark on the robe and said urgently.
After taking it and looking at it, Bruske said: "I know who he is, the Great Druid of Spring Breeze, the most powerful Druid in mankind. He disappeared a few years ago. I didn't expect to die here."
"Last year, at the Chunfeng Cup Druid Competition named after him, a grain seed appeared with a yield of more than 1,000 kilograms per acre. I heard that it was cultivated by his mortal enemy. I specially brought it to the competition named after him to show it. I wanted to inspire others.
When he came out, I didn't expect that he was already dead," Bruske said in disbelief.
"The strongest druid in mankind? Is it very strong?" Nigris asked.
He has never heard of this name, but it is not surprising. Even if he is the strongest human being, no matter how strong he is, he is still a human being. He was not born a thousand years ago. For example, the truth mage who blocked Bruske from the sea before, Nag
Reese didn't know what the other party's name was.
Bruske thought for a while and said: "It's close to the level of truth."
As a strong man of truth, Bruske said that if the other party is close to the truth, it must not contain much water. Nigris was shocked: "Close to the truth? That's very strong. How could he die here?"
After saying that, I quickly checked the skeleton and found that there was no damage. It was obvious that he did not die from trauma.
"Maybe he is too old. He is close to 500 years old. There seems to be no record of humans living this long. He is already the longest-lived person among the strong humans I know." I don't know why.
, Bruske's tone sounded vaguely relieved.
"If it's really him, then this is definitely not his child. He is already five hundred years old, so it's difficult to..." Bruske finally added.
Nigris quietly approached Bruske and asked in a low voice: "Did you have any issues with him? Why do you seem to be relieved?"
"Holiday? No, no." Brusk shook his head quickly: "How is it possible? I don't even know him. I'm just lucky. Fortunately, human life is short. A mere five hundred years old is already close to the truth. If they live longer,
Our dragon clan has no way to survive."
As he spoke, he glanced at Nigris with envy: "But the most enviable thing is the undead creatures, which are immortal. Alas, the living race, no matter how powerful the strong ones are, cannot escape the shackles of life, old age, sickness and death, but the undead creatures are not even the most fragile."
Even a skeleton can live forever, which is so enviable."
For a moment, Bruske lost interest in talking. When he thought that he would die of old age in a few thousand years, he suddenly lost all interest.
Nigris didn't know how to comfort it. Could it be that he was not an undead creature? He was able to live until now because he became a god. Wouldn't that be even more shocking?
Just as he was about to change the topic, suddenly, a heart-stopping aura erupted from Ange's position.
Negris turned around and saw that Ange was holding the book of Druid Secrets and looking at it with concentration. The heart-stopping aura was coming from Ange.
Nigris remembers this breath, and it will never forget this breath in this life. It was this breath that beat it into a dead dog and dragged it back to the Palace of Rest, the breath of Bone Rock.
Why does Ange's body emit the aura of Bone Rock?
Just as he was about to ask, he saw Ange's body twisting. Ange's Locke hand was raised in front of him, and a figure slowly reflected in front of him.
The purple-gold skeleton, the purple soul flame, and the flames of mourning flashing in the eyes are the figure that makes it tremble - the Lord of Mourning, Bone Rock.
Bone Locke also raised his hand and touched Ange's hand. The whole space was distorted. Ange and Bone Locke seemed to have merged. In the end, only a purple-gold skeleton was left standing there.
Brusque swallowed his mouth and said with difficulty: "Using physical objects as the medium and using the spirit as the bridge to transform all things, this is Druid's ultimate transformation technique."
"I...I know, but, why can he transform into Bone Rock?" Nigris said in a trembling voice.
"How strong your mental power can be to transform into a creature with the same mental power. Maybe the Bone Lock you are talking about has very weak mental power. Using physical objects as a medium, does Mr. Ange have something like Bone Lock in his body?" Bruce
K said.
It has never seen Bone Lock, and the information it learned from the bloodline is dry, and it cannot feel how powerful Bone Lock is.
But Nigris took a breath and thought to himself: Ange's mental power is as strong as Bone Rock? Oh my God, it's impossible, right?
At this moment, Ange raised his feet and then slammed them on the ground.
After stepping down, Ange seemed to have exhausted all his strength. With a bang, his body twisted and turned back into the original gray skeleton.
"Phew, less than ten seconds, okay, okay, okay." Nigris let out a sigh of disappointment or joy. The transformation spell can only last ten seconds, which is reasonable.
If Ange can maintain the transformation of Bone Rock, then he has to wonder whether the strength Ange has always shown is just a facade.
"Is that last step the king's arrival? Why is there no movement? Is it because the skill has been interrupted because it has changed back?"
PS: Thank you everyone for your monthly votes, it’s awesome.