Giants rise from the ground. The layered geographical things that were originally thought to be mountains began to move, stretch, and relax. A spiral-shaped boulder rotated in reverse, opened, and connected to the wrist that had just revealed its shape. The wrist connected to the arm to the shoulder - the shoulder was separated from a steep cliff.
Soon a giant appeared - there was a large void left where the giant sat up.
The giant said: "Dragon."
Yicha brought Moro Yelifu forward, rebuilt the nine-meter-square gravity space so that she could stand on it, and stuffed a ball of air into her throat to ensure that she could speak smoothly.
Only three giants appeared - judging by the standards of investigation, all of them had strange and terrifying faces. Just half sitting up, their foreheads were level with them in the sky.
Looking at the large hollow behind the giants, he knew that there were far more of them than this. Only three of them appeared because the bearing capacity of the earth's crust here had reached its limit.
"Magnificent creature."
Moroje River Nigelfarge bowed to the nearest giant.
Yicha remained silent and watched her negotiate with the three giants.
The dragon's dream fills the content of the dreamer's cradle between heaven and earth, and they should have enough say.
Although the giants are terrifying in appearance, they are simple and solid, and cannot understand sweet words. On the way, they had agreed to let Silver Dragon talk to them.
"Silver Dragon."
The leader of the giant turned his eyelidless eyes and looked at Moroje River. His forehead was covered in cracks, the same color as the rock.
"You must know that our tribe has been suffering from the tragedy of broken dreams for a long time." Moro Yelifuang said in a loud voice, "If this continues, my tribe will fall into dreamless stiffness, then madness, and finally death. .At that time, the Cradle of Dreams will also usher in its end."
"There's nothing we can do. Dragon."
Unlike the giant spirit's detached attitude, the rock giant's tone was filled with sincere apology and helplessness.
"I know. You don't have to blame yourself." Moroje River maintained his demeanor despite being extremely tired, "But we don't want to sit still and wait for death. So I make a request to you - something you can do."
The giants slowly turned their heads and looked at each other.
“Feel free to ask for anything that will save our home.”
Moroje River didn't seem to expect that they agreed so simply, and paused.
Yi Cha noticed her slight hesitation.
The giants are indeed as considerate, gentle and peaceful as the information says. With the respected Silver Dragon Clan coming forward, it is of course easy to achieve the goal.
If Moroje River wanted to use the mouth of the giant to block this excessive request, most of his hopes would be in vain.
"As long as you talk, they will agree." Yi Cha turned to her side gently, "It depends on whether you are willing to talk."
Moroje River gave him a sharp look. Yi Cha chuckled and retreated to a place where no one would be noticed.
"Make your request, dragon." said a giant further away.
Moro Yelifu blinked his eyes, paused for a second and said:
"Please get out of here."
"leave?"
"Yes." Silver Dragon seemed to have made up his mind and continued speaking fluently, "This is our request. Please leave the Dreamer's cradle. We will arrange a place for you."
Moroje River looked straight at them, and the three giants looked at each other. After a while, the rock giant turned back.
"We agree with your request," he said.
"Don't you ask where you are going?"
Moro Yelifu's face was expressionless, and only the slightly trembling lips revealed his state of mind, "And how to fill the hole left behind after you leave. What will be the future of the Dream Cradle?"
"Well……"
The rock giant's eyes as big as a bell looked at her, showing confusion, "Silver Dragon. We have no doubts. You said that this can save our home."
"That's what I said..." Moroje River clearly hadn't finished speaking yet, so Yi Cha hooked his hand and suppressed the lump of gas in her throat.
Yinlong's next words turned into a whistle, and she turned around sullenly, only to see that Yi Cha had already held down her shoulders.
"Yes. That's right."
Icha pressed Moroje River and bowed to the wrinkles on the giant's forehead together, "As the assistant of Moro Yelife Negefag, now let me introduce some trivial details of the operation."
The migration date set for the giants was the next night, slightly earlier than the djinn - completely tailored to their attitude towards "punctuality". They had their own radiation to judge the time, so Cha did not explain much. He just told them the coordinates and direction where they should go, and also helped them with some adaptability work.
The giants believed in his words and obeyed them one by one.
After the air mass was lifted, Moro Yelifu did not argue and remained silent all the way. As soon as he returned, he locked himself in a room separated by a secret door.
…
Starting in the afternoon of that day, the sky began to turn darker - not because of day and night, but because the giant spirits that made up the sky began to gradually leave, and Cha pulled Keqier to devote himself to the work of slowly descending the crater and making buffers and temporary pillars.
"What will happen when they are all gone and there is no light?"
Keqier pulled an air cushion with a radius of nearly four miles. Yi Cha took it and threw it under a slowly descending crater: "No need."
Ke Qier stared at him, extremely shocked, "Without light, there is no temperature!"
"nonsense."
"No. Uh. Yeah. Uh. No. Oops. I know what you mean."
Ke Qier stuttered and insisted, "But the situation is different now. Once the giant spirit leaves, there will be nothing without light as a support. The temperature cannot spread. We will all freeze to death."
"Really?" Yi Cha looked at him with a half-smile.
"Of course! Isn't this what you wrote? "On the Various Degrees of Darkness."" Ke Qier opened his eyes wide.
"yes."
Looking back with Cha. Kezier did not respond to the temptation at all. Another perfect answer.
He flew down to the next crater, "Can you do that?"
"Which one?"
"That's it. That kind of angel work." Icha said. "There has to be light. Something." He made a finger snapping motion.
"I can't. I'm just an angel. Only Gabriel can..." Ke Qier paused.
"By the way. I haven't asked you yet. Without the Archangel, how is the Source of Order now?"
"very good."
"very good?"
"very bad."
"You confused me." Yi Cha laughed.
"I can't make any comments. Ah, look at the look of that birch tree - it's not very good, right?" Keqier winked at him and showed a troubled expression, "Let's not worry about this for now."
"Okay. Let's change the topic." Yi Cha shrugged, "Do you think it's still suitable to receive a new group of low-level angels?"
"you think……?"
"The Order of the Fallen Angels. This promise has been delayed for a long enough time. Wait until we finish the matter of the Dream Cradle. Or wait until the Dream Cradle ends on its own."
"Uh. It's still a bit sudden..."
"Ok?"
"Okay, okay...it will be very troublesome. Not counting the difficulty of changing the format and the registration process, where should they go?"
"There is no need to consider this issue."
