The crackle of magic flames echoed through the hall. The entire Dorsi Kadong Fort is now illuminated by Icha. The jumping demonic fire completely cast a layer of chilling atmosphere on the desolate reality separated from the dream.
The green dragon Bolozir was the first to speak. He is about five thousand years old and is the second son of a family of dream singers. He now looks like a man, slender and tired, with his entire upper body leaning completely on the back of a chair.
He used a strange, business-like tone and his voice was low.
"As long as we can save our people from the tragedy of Dreams, I can provide help within the scope of our abilities and morals. But..." He looked at Yi Cha suspiciously, "I How do you know that this is not a conspiracy of your devils?"
There was a commotion on the other two chairs. Apparently the red dragon and the black dragon had the same question.
"If you want to put it that way, there is no big difference between us and you." Yi Cha smiled and caught a flash of contempt on the green dragon's face. He ignored it and continued.
"The devil's conspiracy cannot go as far as this, I can guarantee that. In fact, you might as well suspect that I am the promoter of Ruimugang'e or Lanlewen. My arrival is the final blow to the cradle of the Dreamer. So and so Isn’t that much more reasonable?”
Borozier said nothing for a moment. Red Dragon Yama'an said, "Well said, why don't we think so?"
"This requires you to believe me." Yi Cha turned to him.
Yamaan is slightly stronger and in better spirits, and still has the energy to show clear distrust. He crossed his arms in a defensive posture. "Why should I trust you to help us?"
"The Great Life Master Taliliqi endorsed him. He specially sent him here." Moro Yelifu said calmly, "I also believe in him."
"I don't believe it. What proof can I give?" Yama'an looked cold and stern.
"I can prove..."
Yicha interrupted Moroje River's explanation.
"No. No no." He shook his finger and smiled, "I'm not asking you to believe that I will provide help. This is too difficult for the powerful dragon."
Yamaan snorted.
"Let me ask you a question" Yi Cha looked around them with a half-smile.
"Do you want to die?"
A grim silence filled the hall. The green dragon Bolozir and the red dragon Yaman both changed their expressions and stared at him. Moro Yelifu also tilted his head and remained silent.
"I want to ask you a question. Everyone." Yi Cha walked around the circle and glanced at each dragon. "answer me."
Yama'an straightened up and was about to stand up, but Black Dragon Modong raised his hand to stop him.
He looked at Yi Cha and said calmly, "I don't want to."
"Great." Yi Cha stopped and smiled at him, "In this way, we can finally reach a consensus."
He waved. All the demonic fires were extinguished immediately. The entire hall immediately fell into darkness.
Amaan reacted quickly and immediately lit a small red dragon flame. Then a strong wind blew past, and the small flame went out.
After a muffled groan, all the lights turned on again.
Red Dragon's chair is empty. Yama was in the hands of Isaac. Icha grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"What I want you to believe is that I can kill you." Icha said to the remaining dragons. "If you don't cooperate with me, I can kill you and then kill your people. Can you believe it?" "
"Believe it." Mo Dong said expressionlessly.
Yamaan made the sound of a dying chicken. Borozier covered his face with his hands, and it took him a while to tremble before he spoke, "Believe it. Put him down quickly!"
"Put him down." Moroje River walked closer, and sparse dreamy energy lit up from her hands.
"It's not over yet."
Icha carried Yama'an, easily moved behind her, and said to the clattering red dragon in his hand, "It's just you."
"I...I...well...I believe..." Yama'an's face has turned the color of a tomato.
"I'm very grateful for this." Yi Cha raised his hand and threw it away.
Amaran was carried up by a gust of wind filled with sparks, and fell back onto the chair cushion covered with burnt yellow silk ribbons. He coughed twice and stared at Yi Cha with anger in his eyes. Bolozier next to him had a look of fear on his face, and his previous arrogance was gone.
"Do you have any questions now?" Yi Cha grinned at them.
"You did something wrong." Moroje River walked behind him with a low voice.
"No."
The one who answered was the black dragon Modong. He is the eldest among the four dragons and has the highest status. His ethnic group is a candidate ethnic group for the Earth Center Defense Black Dragon, and he is the eldest son of the clan leader.
"good."
Yicha clapped his hands and said in a clear voice, "As I said before, I will give priority to helping Meng restore the cradle to dreamland and let the dragon sleep again. If there is any emergency, I will inform you, and you must You have to cooperate with me."
No other dragon spoke, only Modon said "Okay."
"Where's everyone? Do you have any opinions?"
Two sparse "No" sounded in the gloomy hall.
"What are you going to do?" Moroje River sat on his chair and tightened his cloak.
"Restart." Yi Cha said, "I remember, you have this method, right? I want you to restart the Dream Cradle."
"Impossible!" Yamaan hissed. Bolozir also shook his head.
"This is not a solution at all." Moroje River said, "We just don't want to restart, so we have waited until now..."
Echa walked to Modong's seat, "What do you think?"
"Restarting will reset all dreams." The black dragon looked calmly and said after a short pause, "This means that over the years, all the dream structures built by the dragon for the Dream Envoy's Cradle will be in vain..."
"Dreams make the cradle mean everything." Bolozier said dully.
"That's not necessarily the case." Mo Dong said lightly, "It's just that everyone is used to using dreams to do everything. This time, other races are also trying to survive on their own. The giants near our territory are doing well and have already started to live on their own. Filling mountains and creating lakes. Not to mention Manling."
"Manlings are originally a foreign race." Yama'an said bitterly, "lower creatures... will run away directly when encountering danger, just like despicable rats..."
"It's these low-level creatures that called for rescue for you." Yicha interrupted him without looking back, still facing Mo Dong, "Go on and talk about the consequences."
The black dragon blinked slowly.
He is the tallest among the four dragons, with a soft masculine face and two black scales extending back from his forehead to form two mighty horns.
"The consequences are very serious," he said.
Yi Cha smiled. "It's just starting over."
"Dreams can be re-established, and the order of day and night can be restored."
Mo Dong looked at him leisurely. “We could waste hundreds of years waiting for sweet springs to refill the lakes, for mountaintops to be covered with snow again, for Bianchardeau and Chelema to cross again to produce Dosicadon.
We can all wait for these.
But after restarting, our strength and will will return to their original state. Like a newborn baby. Not even as good as a newborn baby – our heritage will be erased. We will become extremely fragile and vulnerable. "
"We are the masters of dreams." Yamaan said in his loudest voice, "We."
"Giants, djinn, and vine spirits will not be affected by this." Bolozir interjected in a low voice, "After the restart, it will be difficult for us to protect ourselves."
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