"Child? Who do you call kid? How old are you?" Abu Ke said angrily.
Anthony saw through the soul-breaking stone, and then it said "child". Isn't this calling Anthony child?
Siobada, Anthony is his master, and Anthony is a child, so what is he?
Anthony was stunned for a moment, Naven was stunned for a moment, and the guy who made the sound was also stunned for a moment: "I... of course... of course I called the one next to you."
"Bold! You can insult Mr. Anthony casually!? You may not be as old as him. Come out and die, you impolite guy!" Abu Ke shouted angrily.
Anthony and Nevin were standing in front, and the person next to him was Anthony.
Naven raised his hand weakly: "But the child grandma is talking about is me."
"It's impossible. If it were you, she would call you by your name instead of 'the one next to me'. There's no way your grandma could have forgotten your name," said Abouke.
Naiwen had no choice but to turn around and shout into the cave: "Grandma, have you forgotten my name again?"
The voice in the cave asked weakly: "What is your name? Oh, after so many years, you have changed one every few decades. How can I remember every child?"
"Eh? Are you like this too? Change it every few decades?" Abu Ke was surprised.
He understands this kind of pain all too well. His followers are priests who change every few decades, ten years, or even years. How can he write down all their names?
"You too?" We feel sympathy for each other, and our good feelings have greatly increased. With this premise, the misunderstanding will naturally be solved.
Entering the end of the cave, everyone saw the owner here, a dragon skull...
"This..." Anthony was a little surprised. Didn't it mean the spiritual dragon Griffin? Why is it a dragon bone?
"What is this? Something is wrong when I think about it. This is obviously my place. Why are you yelling at me? So what if I call you my child? No matter how long you, a human, live, it doesn't matter to me.
Is it just a child?" I thought the misunderstanding had been resolved, but the more Griffini thought about it, the more angry he became.
"Oops! How old are you?" Before Anthony could answer, Abuike had already jumped out.
"I am six hundred and sixty years old." Griffinni said.
Abu Ke sneered: "I am eight hundred and ninety years old, and this person is my master."
Anthony didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, according to his character, there is nothing to argue about such a false thing. Even if he argued, he could not find any evidence to prove that he was more than 3,000 years old.
But he also understood Abu Ke's mentality: How can you call my master a child when he humiliates his subjects to death?
Sure enough, Griffin asked: "What evidence do you have to prove that you are 890 years old?!"
Abuker asked: "Then what evidence do you have to prove that you are 600 years old?"
"My children can prove that they wrote me epic poems, and the earliest version is six hundred years old." Griffin said loudly.
Abu Ke also said loudly: "My body can prove that I am eight hundred and ninety years old."
"Your body? Where is your body? Aren't you an undead dragon? Can you still have a body?" Griffini was surprised.
"Of course, including the lifespan of my body, I am already over 8,000 years old. You have to call me Grandpa Ancestor." Abu Ke said.
Griffini was suffocated, because including her body's lifespan, she was not over 8,000 years old. No, she couldn't just give in. What if what he said was false?
"Where is your body? Take it out and let me see." Griffinni said.
"If you can't take it out, you have to come with me to see it," said Abouke.
"Let's go!" A cloud of smoke emerged from the dragon's skull, condensing into the form of a human female.
"Let's go." Abu Ke showed no signs of weakness and walked out first. The two dragon souls left the cave and flew away, leaving a bunch of people there looking at each other.
Anthony and Naven looked at each other and smiled bitterly in unison: "What's going on..."
"Grandma... um... she's more serious about her work." Naven was so embarrassed, but couldn't say anything, so he had to think carefully and explain to Griffinni.
Anthony also smiled bitterly: "Well, Abouke is also more serious."
After saying that, I didn't even believe it. Both of them were dragon souls that were hundreds of years old, but they were more serious about their age. In order to verify it, they even flew for several hours. It took them two hours to get here.
"Do you want to catch up?" Naven asked.
Anthony didn't know either, so he turned around and asked: "Sir Naig, do you want to catch up? Lord Naig?"
Nigris was projected on Ange. It made no sound. Only Ange knew whether it was there. After shouting twice, Nigris finally came to his senses and responded: "No need, run around."
What to do, they will be back in a moment."
"Oh, what were you looking at just now?" He called twice before responding. Nigris was obviously distracted.
"I'm looking at this mausoleum. This should be a mausoleum built by ancient human forces before it was occupied by you, right?" Negris turned to Nevin and asked.
Naven shook his head: "That's not the case. This dragon's head was originally here. Grandma was also born from the dragon's head. She is the owner of this place. Humans came later and transformed this place into a mausoleum."
Negris was too lazy to delve deeper and said, "Whatever, what do you think of when you look at these murals and carvings, giants, and lightning?"
Anthony was shocked: "Thunder Titan?"
Finally there are clues about the Thunder Titan. These guys secretly sent messages to the dwarves before the Storm of Faith, so they must know the news about the Storm of Faith and the Starburst Array.
Finding them will solve many questions in the minds of Nigris and others. For example, Duroken really wanted to ask them how they used thunder to transmit information between the two worlds.
If the secret of their message transmission can be cracked, then you can directly communicate with the main plane here without Ange's trouble.
Naven blinked blankly: "Titan? Do you mean the kind of giant who is seven or eight meters tall and can control thunder?"
Nigris and Anthony cheered up: "Do you know the Titans? Do you have news about them?"
"If you are talking about the kind of giants who control thunder, then I know one thing. There is one of their ruins in the middle of this valley. Every time it rains, there will be a steady stream of lightning falling on the ruins. We usually put
Pile some soil on the ruins, let the lightning strike, and then sprinkle it on the cultivated fields to fertilize the fields, and the crops will grow particularly vigorously in the coming year."
Fertile fields? Prosperous? Not good! Nigris's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, Ange, who had been reaching out to plant vegetables in the space, stopped now, raised his head and asked: "Where is the fertile field?"