"Abu Ke." The undead dragon responded reluctantly, but compared to the previous rejection, his attitude was much better. Maybe he listened to some of the words.
As soon as he heard this name, Nigris was sure that this was not a reincarnated soul with memories of his life, but a native undead dragon soul, because this was not the naming method of the dragon clan at all.
A native undead dragon soul stubbornly believes that he is a black dragon and loves to fight with his minions instead of using his most advantageous magic. This is really disappointing.
But this is also easy to understand. It is because there are too many such undead and there is a large demand for this kind of soul that Anthony invented the reincarnation of the Black Knight.
In this world, people who like to use their hands far outnumber those who like to use their brains. For magic, you need to memorize a lot of spells, seals, energy circuits and the like, so there is no such thing as the pleasure of jumping in and biting.
"How did you know that Darth Vader was reincarnated? Have you ever seen Darth Vader?" Nigris asked again.
This world has never seen Darth Vader. The silver coins have collected so much information about the Immortal Empire, and there are no records about Darth Vader. This is normal, because Darth Vader was invented by Anthony, and Anthony himself was the world's first Darth Vader.
On the contrary, this Arbuco actually knew about the Black Warrior? The only possibility is that His Majesty introduced this information into the Holy Fire of the Dead and then spread it.
After some inquiries, it was found that this was indeed the case. Abuker himself didn't know how he knew it. He knew it anyway. It was probably because some memory fragments had been absorbed by him that he had such an impression.
"Then why doesn't His Majesty build the Altar of Reincarnation? He has built brass book towers and relay spirits. The Black Warrior Reincarnation Altar is not difficult, so why not build one?" Nigris turned to
Anthony asked in a low voice.
Anthony scratched his head and explained in a low voice: "Because I invented the reincarnation of the Black Knight, and I have no soul connection with His Majesty, and he will not."
No matter how complicated the things Duroken invented were, they would be mastered by kings because of their soul connection. Things invented by people without soul connections might not be possible if they don't study them specifically.
"Are you just going to stay here? Why don't you go out and look for it? Maybe someone outside has invented a similar method of reincarnation?" Nigris turned to Abouk and asked.
Abu Ke formed a dragon head, looked at Ange and others up and down, and suddenly said: "Are you from the God Realm?"
Nigris and Anthony felt a little nervous, feeling like they were being seen through.
But when Nigris was projected on Ange, no expression could be seen, but Anthony was a thousand-year-old magician. His expression was very 'normal'. He was surprised and a little confused: "God Realm? You mean the one who launched the starburst from the Warlock Alliance?"
God’s Realm? Is there really a God’s Realm? Isn’t it made up by the Warlock Alliance?”
Abouke looked at Anthony suspiciously, but couldn't see any clues. Anthony frowned just right, showing a trace of impatience.
"Your question makes me think that you are not from here, get out? Don't you know the eternal petrified chain? It locks me with my body, and I can't leave here." Abu Ke seemed to have been deceived.
Said strangely.
Anthony calmly took two steps forward and stood in front of Ange. Of course, he was not blocking Ange, but Nigris.
"We are indeed a bit out of touch with the outside world, you know." Anthony shrugged, deliberately holding up his papal staff to make it more conspicuous.
The most advanced way to "tell" a lie is not to "tell" it yourself, but to let the other person "think" it himself.
Seeing the Pope's scepter, Abuker immediately thought of the Seraphim, the Church of Light, and a lot of things, which made him sarcastically say: "The Immortal King has fallen, and any bright bug dares to crawl out.
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Anthony was 'angry': "You...forget it, I won't argue with you, why do you keep calling me the Undead King? Shouldn't it be the habit of you undead creatures to call them 'King'?"
Abu Ke was so angry: "Are you stupid? He locked me here. It's good that I don't call him immortal, but I still want to call him 'King'?"
Of course Anthony is not stupid, but he can pretend. Anthony immediately pretended to be 'suddenly aware': "So you are the prisoner of the immortal king, then we are the bright bugs and you are the lizard in the cage?"
"Roar!" You can't lift a lizard to a dragon. Abuke immediately became furious and wanted to pounce on him, but Anthony held him down with one hand: "God said, stay away from me!"
Pressed Abu Ke's form back into the dragon soul.
Anthony's move completely calmed down Abuq: "What do you want?"
"Nothing, just asking you some questions and waiting for someone by the way." Anthony said with a smile.
Abu Ke was stunned for a moment, waiting for someone?
When the person arrived, Ange suddenly tilted his head, as if listening to something, then he took a few steps back, rubbed his hands, and dozens of magic marks immediately combined to form a projection circle, with the mark next to it.
On the ground.
A few minutes later, the projection circle exploded with light, and Duroken teleported over.
Greedulti Guli in the distance looked at each other with a look of horror. Although they were driven far away and could not hear the interrogation of the dragon soul, they could see what happened. Ange held the magic circle for several minutes.
The scene shocked their eyes even more.
"Project the magic circle? Hold it with bare hands for five minutes, principal, are you okay?" Tigulli quietly approached Gray and asked.
Gray shook his head: "I can't hold it for thirty seconds, so you've never heard of someone who can rub the delivery array with his hands and then deliver it. Thirty seconds is not enough for the other end to connect to the delivery array."
The teleportation array can be short, because transmission takes place in an instant, but the delivery array cannot be short. It is for receiving, and the transmission end needs to be connected before it can deliver things.
Anthony had also created a delivery formation before, but that was because he had a soul connection with Ange, and the positioning connection was fast. It didn't need to be too strong, it only took a few dozen seconds.
An ordinary length of time often represents an insurmountable gap.
Du Luoken rubbed his messy hair and said: "I almost missed the location. There are too many teleportation arrays in this plane, and many of them are open..."
As he spoke, he looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the petrified dragon hanging in the abyss: "Dragon chain?"
Abu Ke raised his head and corrected: "It's an eternal petrified chain, don't talk nonsense."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is the Dragon Chain. I invented it and it has nothing to do with petrification." Duroken said.
Nigris laughed out loud on the spot: "Pfft, someone else said you were talking nonsense about something you invented, haha... Uh, wait a minute, why is it called the Dragon Chain?"
Duroken scratched his head in embarrassment: "Back then, Locke said he wanted to catch the dragon and asked me to build something that could lock the dragon, so I built it, but it was useless in the end."
"Zobada! You created the one to lock me up, you bastard!" Nigris was so angry that he wanted to jump out and beat someone. The dragon that Locke went to catch was him.
Duroken sneered: "That's useless, don't be angry, don't be angry."
After finally calming down the rampaging brass dragon, Duroken asked: "What happened? Where is this place? Why did you ask me to come here?"
Anthony was surprised: "Didn't your Excellency tell you?"
Duroken sneered: "My lord, it's too complicated. Please explain it to me in detail."
Okay, everyone understands that because of Ange's speaking habit of jumping out word after word, only Nigris can understand what he said. Usually everyone needs Nigris to translate.
Alas, it wasn't like this before. In the past, Ange would still speak long sentences of more than six words. I don't know if there is a translation anymore. He is getting lazier and lazier.
Anthony introduced the situation in detail, and then Duroken looked at the hanging petrified dragon and said: "The petrification has nothing to do with the dragon chain. It should be petrified by something else."
At this moment, a stone suddenly fell from the top of the cave.
Dragon Soul suddenly tensed up and was about to quietly disperse when everyone was looking up.
But as soon as he made a move, an archangel's staff moved in front of him. The little angel looked at him with interest, and the little zombie next to him was also eager to try.
The dragon soul gave up all movements in frustration and floated there dejectedly. Those in front of it were all perverts, and it seemed that there was no hope of escaping from them.
The top of the cave is very high and has many cracks. A rope hangs down from one of the cracks, and a small figure is climbing down. He must have stepped on the gravel just now.
There is a thin rope without any protective measures. The little figure holds it with his bare hands and moves it down bit by bit. People can't help but sweat for him.
Anthony turned around and asked: "Do you know him?"
Abu Ke said dejectedly: "My dragon, I hope you won't hurt him."
Nigris said angrily: "What is your dragon? If it is a dragon, then it is not yours, it belongs to this black dragon corpse."
"I am the Black Dragon, the Black Dragon is me, and this is my henchman." Abu Ke said stubbornly.
Everyone said nothing and looked at the little dragon who was climbing down to prevent him from falling.
However, the dragon fell to the end very smoothly. He was a little boy about eleven or twelve years old. He was said to be a dragon, but he had no obvious characteristics of a dragon on his body and looked more like a normal human child.
After landing, he rubbed his sore hands, untied the package behind him, lightly polished some flames, and carefully looked forward to the edge of the abyss, and then he relaxed.
However, his small flame was only enough to illuminate a circle around him. He couldn't see Ange and others standing in a group dozens of meters away. Obviously, he didn't have dark vision or anything like that.
After confirming that the edge of the abyss was in front of him and that he would not fall in the air, Xiaolong took out the items from the package and arranged them one by one in front of him.
Okay, how are you lately?"
Xiao Longyi's voice echoed in the empty underground space.
"A lot of things have happened outside recently. I picked up some notices from the Mercenary Guild and will read them to you later."
Xiao Longyi laid out all the items in the package. It was a half-meter-long dragon's toe. It had been wrapped up for who knows how many years. It was smooth and shiny, as if it had been manicured, and it was extremely sharp.
Next is a piece of black dragon scale, as big as half of a child's body, like a shield.
Apparently it was also used as a shield, with some canes tied around it to form a clasp on the back.
Finally, there was a fist-sized stone, which was also covered with oil and moisture.
These three things were placed in turn, and the little dragon looked at them devoutly, then raised his head to the petrified dragon hanging on the abyss in front of him:
"The inheritance of bloodline is eternal, the glory of ancestors is endless. I am the inheritance of ancestors' bloodline. I will inherit the glory of ancestors. I will not cast spells, not sneak, and fight bravely. Minions are our weapons, and scales are our protection..."
After praying, Xiao Longyi put the things into the package one by one, and took out some scattered pieces of paper, many of which had obvious signs of tearing, as if they were stuck to a bulletin board and then torn off casually.
"The Warlock Alliance is offering a reward for all information on the secret magician Gray. Depending on the importance of the information, a heavy reward will be given." Xiao Longxi read the above text carefully, and then explained after finishing reading:
"I heard those mercenaries murmuring when they were chatting. This Gray is a powerful magician with the ability to determine what the truth is. Can he decide what the truth is?"
"I don't understand. I also wanted to learn magic when I was a child, but unfortunately my mother said I had no talent. Alas, actually I also know that my mother doesn't know any talent for magic. It's just that we were too poor and she didn't have the money to let me go. That's why she said this
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When Gray just heard what was going on in the distance, he couldn't help but mutter: "Truth denial, denial, what decision? If I could decide what truth is, I would have overthrown the Warlock Alliance long ago. Do you dare to put a reward on me?"
But when she heard what happened next, she couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. The little dragon's tone when he talked about this was too plain, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, but everyone could hear a sense of anger in it.
Deep regret.
He is only eleven or twelve years old now. What was he like when he was a child? Isn’t he just a child now?
Xiao Longyi finished speaking casually and pulled out another piece of paper: "The price of food has increased again. Now it has risen to six silver coins and one hundred catties. It is so expensive."
Another page was pulled out: "The Warlock Alliance sells beauty and skin care packages. Beauty lovers from all walks of life are welcome to experience and purchase. What does beauty and skin care mean?"
I don’t know where these pieces of paper were collected. They are of all types. First there are bounties and food, and then they jump to beauty. There is no pattern at all. It is probably the notice board at the entrance of the mercenary guild that is so confusing.
Information.
Xiao Longyi finished reading the notice and then said: "Ancestor, I'm sorry, I may not be able to come for a long time in the future. My mother is sick and I have to take care of her."
"I don't know when the scarecrow will leave outside. I saw it the last two times I came here and didn't dare to come in. Fortunately, I didn't run into it this time, but I have to leave quickly in case it comes back and blocks me here.
That would be troublesome."
"Master Ancestor, when our bloodline comes to me, I am the only one left. I'm sorry that I can't inherit your glory, but I will work hard. I will come to see you when my mother recovers. I'm leaving now.
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Xiao Longyi was talking nonchalantly. There was no focus or main line in what he said. It was like he was talking about some common things. How to describe it? Ancestor worship? Yes, it was like worshiping ancestors.
Uh...it's not like that, not at all.
This ritual has obviously been going on for a long time. It started with Xiao Longyi’s grandfathers. Xiao Longyi also regards it as a habit. He has never even seen the dragon soul Abu Ke. The object of his worship is only the petrified head.
Just a giant dragon.
Just as he was about to climb up the rope, Xiao Longyi suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Ancestor, I seemed to have sensed something some time ago. It seemed to be the Dragon God. The Dragon God was back. He gave birth to the blood of a giant dragon.
I have reawakened, but this is the first time I feel this way. Is this blood resonance? Or am I just dreaming?"
Anthony, Durokan, Nigris, etc. all looked at Ange in unison, and Nigris subconsciously said: "Dorok?"
PS: It’s the end of the month and I’m asking for monthly tickets. I’ve almost doubled my savings before the month. A few more tickets will be enough.
Thank you for the reward of Grandpa Sun with a smile on his face, Domineering Werewolf, and MP3.