Echa did not fall asleep again, but remained in the room until the next morning. As soon as his biological clock hits, he opens the curtains and gets ready to go.
He opened the door and took a step forward. When he lowered his head, he saw a young silver dragon sitting not far from the door with his arms folded and silver-gray eyes wide open.
Moroje River looked up at him and slowly stood up.
She looked even more tired than yesterday.
"You stayed here all night?" Yi Cha frowned.
"It's the same everywhere. I just want to set off as soon as possible." Moroje River replied. She glanced behind Icha and saw the golden sheep, "Where did this come from?"
After thinking about it for a moment, Yi Cha realized there was no need to hide it from her. "In a dream."
"In the dream..." Moro Yelifu showed a dazed expression and reached out to touch the golden sheep. Icha stopped her. "Don't touch."
Moroje River retracted her hand. "Shepherd's servant," she whispered.
"Is this its name?" Icha looked back at the lamb and then back at Moroje River. "Do you recognize what this is?"
Moroje River paused.
"I only heard the elders say... the golden sheep come from the shepherd's golden dream." She blinked, "A shepherd's slave can offset the cost of a heartbreak."
"The price of sadness? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure that's what they said."
"Take me to ask them again."
"If you ask them, they will only tell you this." Moroje River shook his head, "Don't bother them anymore, their nerves are very fragile now."
All right. The price of heartbreak.
Icha pondered the word.
It’s very dreamy and fits the dragon’s narrative style. At the same time it is ethereal and vague. Whose heart is broken, and what is sadness?
Hopefully this golden sheep will serve a crucial purpose. Last night he tried to enter Nesis' dream again. But the door to night and white sand remains closed. It looks like Nesis thinks
However, Moroje River's statement at least confirmed one thing: this "shepherd's slave" was used for exchange. He didn't intend to drive the sheep out, so he turned around and locked the shining golden sheep in the room.
Moro Yelifu watched the door close without commenting, "Do you have any ideas?"
Icha walked out, "Have you summoned the other dragons?"
"No. They are all in the same predicament and have no time to care for themselves. How can we summon them?"
The silver dragon walked side by side with him. "The dream disappeared and we couldn't communicate with each other. We only exchanged some simple messages through low-level letters. Their situation is not much better than ours."
"Got it. Gather them."
"You didn't hear what I said, dreams can't be connected..."
"I mean, let them do it themselves." Yi Cha shook his hand. "Call all the dragons that can move over here. It's best if they can fly. If they can't fly, walking is fine."
Moroje River stopped moving downward. They stopped at one point on the circular staircase.
"Do you want us to discuss with them how to end the dream?" Moroje River put both hands on the cold armrest. "Is that what you think?"
"yes."
"I don't know how many dragons there are in other tribes that can move..." Moroje River stared at the bottomless darkness outside the armrest. "Maybe. But I tend to think there's nothing they can do. If they had, they would have started to change things long ago."
Icha leaned against the wall. "Why do you think it's because they don't have the means, rather than lack of ability?"
"Maybe." Moroje River turned around and glanced up and down. For a moment, Yicha felt that she was going to say something like: "So is your ability enough?"
But the young silver dragon just pursed his lips.
"Why do you have the shepherd's golden dream?" she asked. It seemed that this incident had dispelled most of her remaining doubts about him.
"You have to ask him about that." Yicha replied without making any excuses. "Do you feel a little more confident now?"
Moro Yelifu nodded. There was more respect in his eyes. She turned around and walked up.
They went up to the top of the tower. The uppermost floor has no walls, and only pillars as thick as banyan wood hold up the high ceiling. In the center stood a huge brazier about ten feet high.
Moroje River looked up at the edge of the brazier, turned half a circle, moved a ladder and climbed up.
Yi Cha observed her. Normally, it would be easy for a giant dragon to light the brazier, but now it not only requires the help of tools, but also seems quite strenuous.
The young silver dragon climbed halfway, swayed for a moment, stabilized his body, and continued to climb up. She paused at the top of the stairs, rubbing her hands together as if trying to light a box of damp matches.
After a while, wisps of green smoke finally came out of the brazier. Moroje River struggled down, his movements even slower than before.
"I can only mobilize a little energy." Moro Yelifu fell to the ground, panting slightly. "Fortunately it's still lit."
Yi Cha said nothing. Pale white flames emerged from the top of the brazier, and large clouds of green smoke surrounded them.
"Let's wait in the living room." Moroje River said, "They will come when they see the dragon smoke gathering."
"too slow."
"There is nothing we can do. You know the current situation..."
"You go pick them up." Icha said.
Moro Yelifu was silent for a moment. "No. I can't...have to maintain my strength."
"But they all know you. If you pick them up, they'll listen to you, right?"
"Yes. But I can't fly anymore." Moroje River said.
Charlie grabbed her wrist from the ground, threw her on his back, flapped his wings and took off, passing between the two pillars and rocketing up quickly.
Below is the tomb-like withered dragon fortress and the dark forest of layers of giant trees.
"Tell me the direction." Yi Cha said.
Moroje River slowly stretched out a finger and pointed to the south.
…
Not long after, Yi Cha carried four weak dragons and returned to the East Castle of Dosika. He did not stop at the top of the tower, but flew all the way in the dragon castle. Under the guidance of Moro Yelifu, he got into the living room and put the dragons in the east castle. They crammed themselves into four stone chairs.
The four dragons, green, red, silver and black, were all very tired and almost at his mercy.
Icha arranged them and then gestured to Moroje River to ask her to introduce the situation.
Moroje River began to tell. The green dragon, the red dragon, and the black dragon raised their heavy eyelids and looked at the silver dragon.
to check on them. In just one lap, he already understood the basic situation of the four-color dragon clan. Indeed, as Moroje River said, they are not optimistic. Fortunately, we were able to pick out one dragon from each of them who still had consciousness and strength to gather here.
They are all the last dream breakers in their race. They are all equally young, the oldest is no more than nine thousand years old.
Moroje River finished speaking.
"Any questions? Please feel free to ask me." Icha said to them kindly.
