Icha tried to get Moroje River to recall all the contents, but failed.
"Don't use memory enhancement techniques on me anymore." Moro Yelifu held his forehead, showing pain, "I've only heard half of the song, and I can't make something out of nothing if I haven't heard it before."
He looked at her and corrected seriously: "Two sentences. You have only heard two sentences."
Moroje River was unable to argue and lowered his eyes as a nod. "Only a dream singer can sing the rest. Some words... have meaning only if sung by a dream singer. You know who to ask."
"He won't tell me."
Yicha naturally knew that she was talking about Bolozir. Among the only three conscious dragons left, the Green Dragon is the descendant of the Dreamsinger family. Although he said that he was not proficient in many songs, but even Moroje River had heard it, so maybe this was not an uncommon song.
Bolozir should know.
Yi Cha stood up and groped deeper into the dungeon.
The two sides of the dungeon are quite grand, but not flat. It seems that the pioneers have achieved a balance between the friendly cave and the functional prison. There were traces of ancient sealed magic left on the ground and walls - he had just checked that most of the curse seals remained intact, the energy was layered and clear, and it actually seemed quite solid. He couldn't help but wonder whether this place was built before the rule of the Dream. OK
Behind the dungeon is a guardrail with the same kind of magic, and beyond that is a long series of identical cells.
Yi Cha passed through without any obstacles, and the end of the cell was uphill. Walking up to it, on the other side of the uphill slope is an abyss with an invisible bottom, and above is a high cave with a dark, mist-filled opening at the top.
He sang the songs of the djinn. Soon, a gray giant spirit head passed through the dark fog and poked down from above.
"Ah. They are our important relatives and friends." The gray translucent head said in a familiar tone.
"Have you heard of me?"
"Of course." Contrary to the vague appearance, this giant spirit seems to have a lively and lively personality, "'Tongue Coat' Nubi Soso has spread the good news you brought among us. I will prepare it early the morning after tomorrow. Set off."
Yicha hummed in agreement. "I want to ask a question: How does the djinn's singing compare with the dragon's dream music?"
"Bi? My friend, I never thought of such a thing." The djinn said in surprise.
Unifying standards is always one of the eternal problems in pandimensional research, especially when it does not exist objectively.
But this is not purely academic research right now.
So Yi Cha nodded: "Yes. Please try your best to compare. Strength, speed, power, diffusion, etc. Please forgive me for using such ugly words to describe these beautiful things."
"It doesn't matter. Just let me think about it." The giant spirit said kindly.
"Amazing creature." Yi Cha smiled, "Besides - I have one more request."
"As you please. My dear friend."
"Teach me one of your poems."
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…
Yi Cha did not stay long before returning to the original cell.
The silver dragon was like a gray rock, still huddled in the corner. Seeing Yi Cha come in, it stared at him in confusion, "How did you get there?"
The cells are naturally a fully enclosed structure. From Moro Yelifu's perspective, Yicha suddenly submerged into the wall full of ancient magic seals, and then suddenly emerged unscathed.
"It's not a good idea. I won't teach you." Yi Cha said casually.
Moro Yelifu held her chin and regained her numb expression. "That's right, I think you... won't enter an inescapable prison unprepared."
"Don't talk about this."
Yi Cha sat down directly next to her, "Are you about to enter a state of catalepsy?"
I have heard Moro Yelifu say before that the first step in breaking up a dream is to become immobile due to physical and mental exhaustion. After a period of time, the person will fall into madness, and finally die from a complete disorder.
When he first arrived at Dorsika East Fort, most of the silver dragons he saw had already entered a state of immobility. They cannot think or interact, and can only maintain the most basic physiological activities.
"One Sword Dominates"
"Maybe." Moroje River replied vaguely.
"Can you hold on until the restart?" Yi Cha came closer and looked at her.
The silver dragon's hair has also lost its luster, and the broken hair on his forehead is messy on the leaf-shaped scales. He wagged his finger in front of her again, and Moroje River just blinked.
"Maybe... until tomorrow afternoon." Moroje River said.
This is a euphemistic way of saying "can't." And the actual situation may be worse than she said. Yi Cha was thinking of feasible solutions. Keeping her infused with energy might be able to temporarily keep her body alive, but it would do nothing to alleviate her mental exhaustion.
He thought of lucid dreaming and Luoyue Lake.
"If I surround you with a lot of fantasy energy now, can you survive until the restart? I know such a place."
"That……"
Moro Yelifu's eyes suddenly lit up. "Can you let my people go?" Her tone became urgent, and she grabbed his wrist again - her hand was very cold, but fortunately his arm had healed. "Let them go... they need some relief so much. I don't want them to have to endure this torture until they restart..."
"No. I can only take you one."
This is already a risky behavior. Norole already has his own consciousness, not to mention that going to Luoyue Lake requires directly facing Sariel's gaze. He hadn't decided yet. If he wanted to definitely take Silver Dragon with him, he would have to make another plan.
"It's just me, forget it." Moro Yelifu returned to his dull tone, and his expression darkened.
"That's strange. You said you could only hold on until tomorrow afternoon. I made this suggestion and you refused. What do you want to do? Do you have any other ideas?" Yi Cha said, lighting up a magic fire next to him - he It's not that I didn't feel that the silver dragon's body temperature had begun to lose.
Moroje River opened her eyes. The flames shone on her pale face, but it didn't add any vitality.
"Restart. It's a last resort. I still can't accept it..." She put her hands on her knees again and curled up into a ball. "What I hope most is to protect my current tribe."
She laughed.
This was the first time Yinlong laughed, his voice was hoarse, like a ghost crying. "I'm sorry. Let a devil hear this. You must think my mood is very ridiculous. At such a helpless moment, I still think about these things, and I still want everyone to maintain their dignity, and I still can't let go of those stupid consciences... ...Obviously I am now dragged down by these thoughts and extremely weak..."
"Conscience and dignity are not ridiculous, and they have nothing to do with strength." Yi Cha interrupted her, "It's just that you are weak."
He grabbed Moroje River's arm, threw her on his back, opened the classification method, and walked through the dungeon wall that had become a smooth path.
