Moroje River took a step forward, turned around, and tightened his cloak. "I should have explained it clearly enough."
"Not yet." Yi Cha supported his head and showed no intention of getting up. "And you?"
"how?"
"In comparison, you are in relatively healthy condition. Did anything special happen?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe it's because of my physical condition. I was the last one to stop dreaming."
"When was that?"
"have no idea."
"have no idea?"
Moroje River looked at him, and for a moment, the fatigue in his brows was clearly evident.
"We use dreams to tell time. After the dream ends, there is nothing left," she said.
Isaac nodded. The timing of dreams should be equivalent to the dragon's biological clock. While the broken dream deprived them of their power, it also deprived them of their ability to perceive time physically.
He looked outside. The sky above the gloomy forest is gray and blue, quite like an evening or dawn scene.
"What about natural time, like day and night?" he asked.
"Day and night have stopped." Moro Yelifu replied, "Day and night are driven by the dreams of the Earth Guard Black Dragon. I don't know what happened to them specifically, but I think it's similar to us.
Not long after we stopped dreaming, day and night stopped turning. At that time, I knew that the defending black dragons had also given up their dreams. Now the dragons of all races should be suffering from the same suffering. "
really. Yi Cha thought. The dragon's dream is the skin on the skeleton of the Dreamer's cradle. Now this layer of skin has peeled off, revealing the lifeless skeleton inside.
The Dragon's Dream should play a very important role in the normal operation of the Dream Maker's Cradle. If the dream is broken, the entire dream cradle will be greatly affected.
From this point of view, this is indeed a big crisis at the plane level.
Yicha asked the young Silver Dragon about the reason for breaking the dream. One should keep one's mind open, but at this point, it's clearly more likely that Blue Lewin and the Featherless Ones are behind this.
Moroje River seemed to have little understanding of the masking box and zeroing, so Yicha patiently explained it. Silver Dragon listened and slowly frowned.
"Is it really what you said?"
"A pan-dimensional change is taking place." Yi Cha nodded. While secretly sighing, Taliliqi turned around and ran away without explaining a word. If Moroje River doesn't know anything, how can he help?
"I have never heard anything related to this... son of the plane you are talking about."
Morojelifu thought for a while, "It is true that the dragon played a key role in the Cradle of the Dreamer, but there is no similar legend among us. Although the number of manlings is small, they are all quite knowledgeable, and they should know it. "
"The most profound one is taking refuge in my house." Yi Cha laughed and fell on his back into the pool of blood at the bottom. The most knowledgeable man spirit asked him to find this young silver dragon. Maybe he was discerning and could see the difference in her.
Or maybe it’s just because we live close. Taliliqi's garden was deep in the mountains behind the fortress, and he still had some impression of it.
"That's the djinn. Our two races are not in harmony. They have the habit of catching the weak among us as pets."
Moroje River looked at Yi Cha's weird behavior without making any comment. "But the situation is critical recently. I have also communicated with the nearby Djinn Circle, and I have barely established some contact. If you think it is necessary, I can take you there."
"Okay. But not today." Yi Cha wiped the blood from his face, "Where do I live?"
Moro Yelifu was silent for a moment. For the dragon, who was exhausted and unable to sleep, every day was a torment, but in the end she just said: "Follow me."
They did not enter the hall this time, but spiraled upward along a long ladder on the side of the dragon fort, to the gap between the back of the fort and the stele tower. Moroje River never turned into a dragon and moved forward step by step.
Soon, a suspension bridge connecting the fortress and the stele tower appeared in front of me. I walked along the suspension bridge and entered the stele tower. It was silent and desolate along the way. It was dark inside the stele tower. The footsteps on the heavy stone steps made a dry and empty echo.
After walking about four floors, Moroje River slid into a high corridor. There were two rooms at the end of the corridor. One side was open and piled with some big and scary tools - although they were huge, they were beautifully made and sparkling. Bright.
Moroje River opened the door on the other side and handed a key to Icha. "You will stay here when you stay in the Dreamer's Cradle. There is a small passage inside where you can send messages."
"Very good."
Yi Cha held down the wrist of one hand and then grabbed a small black round cake out of thin air. There was a blood groove in the center of the round cake. I sealed it with a flick, and then pinched the edge of the round cake. Blood bulged out from one end of the blood groove, filling it halfway up the blood groove.
"See you tomorrow."
He threw the small round box to Moroccan River.
"I'll see you when you're ready." The young silver dragon took the black cake. The implication was very clear: as a dragon, she couldn't tell the time and could only wait to see if it was called.
"See you tomorrow."
to check for duplicates. Knocked the small black box in Moro Yelifu's hand with a pointed claw, "This is the pulse clock. It can be used without mana. I will pass on my biological time to you."
Moroje River moved her fingers.
The proud dragon will undoubtedly be repelled by the power of demons, and it is indeed a bit blasphemous to let her use something like this that connects demon blood.
"How can we plan without the sense of time?" Seeing through her hesitation, she smiled. "So be it."
He walked into the room, shut the silver dragon out, and looked around the room.
The seats are wide, the bed is red, and it's almost big enough to be used as a fighting arena. The ceiling is more than ten meters high, with four stone dragon claws hanging from the four corners.
The lampstand was five meters above the ground, and it was empty. Yi Cha placed the light ball on it, sat down on the chair, and began to write a letter.
The first letter was of course addressed to Taliliqi.
"Why did you find a guy who knows nothing to guide me? How can she help?" He Manling didn't need to be polite, he went straight to the point, "If there is anything special about this little dragon, tell me quickly."
Just in case, he added the situation described by Moro Yelifu and asked the great life master if he had any other insights.
The second letter was sent to Ivomit.
Very briefly: "I'm at East Fort Doshka, contact me."
Just as I finished writing this, a new letter arrived. From Keqier.
"I can't come... It's a bit difficult now." The letter said.
"Then overcome the difficult things." Yi Cha replied unceremoniously, "If Li Fu grows up, take her with you. You are all important. I must see you."
The last letter was sent to Nese.
"Go back if nothing happens and have a good rest." He wrote these words.
Then he rolled onto the bed and fell asleep.
