When should a dragon become angry? How to control your anger? This is the first lesson all dragons learn from childhood.
Dragons are known for their dreams and creativity. Few others know that all dragons have angry blood flowing in their veins.
Outside of dreams, anger is another instinct of dragons.
For the mediocre Yinlong, it was an instinct that was suppressed deep in his heart and never saw the light of day.
But he knows.
Moroje River didn't know how Icha knew. But he got it.
But she had no time to think. A twisted scar crawled from her forehead to her chin. You can see the golden light bursting out from it with your own eyes, and the wound is continuously rubbed, causing endless pain.
Pain and cold fuel anger. She kept looking at the dazzling golden sheep.
It screamed in joy, and the wool melted into the golden light one by one.
Moroje River sprayed out silver flames and swept across.
The silver dragon flames were like a foaming tornado, rapidly expanding at a strange speed, and like a rising tide, it instantly covered the surface of Dosika East Fort. The devil's flames are like bad flowers that are constantly blooming on the snow, quickly splashing on the dragon's flames - not red, bright white, or the dark green used for lighting, but pure black.
The pure black demonic fire touched the foaming flames of the silver dragon, and pulsed fire pillars shot upward. The black fountains are densely packed, rising and falling chaotically on the silver background.
An angel appeared from the opposite side, bringing a magnificent light curtain and breaking thousands of black fountains into countless tiny black dots.
Large pulses are dissociated into smaller ones. the smallest. Re-pumping thermal motion that has come to rest.
Countless warm clouds condensed and grew from the sky, and the temperature was pushed outward in waves from many scattered centers. The ice crystals condensed in the sky were dissolved by warm clouds one after another. A large area of thick fog formed.
The visibility continued to decrease, and the figures of angels and demons were blurred.
As the giants' migration came to an end, the collapse of the earth ceased, and the noise gradually fell silent. The reverberation was broken down and diffused by the fog, and everything turned into a gentle and surrounding background sound.
As the noise ebbs and the pulsation gradually resonates, the golden light converges and the pain gradually disappears, as if to tell the silver dragon that a mission has been completed.
Moroje River finally felt exhausted. She put away her flames and wings and fell downwards.
…
A turbine shaped by clouds and mist grew above the central axis of Dosikadong, which was particularly eye-catching.
The turbine hangs high in the air, like a big gray heart, covering everything, driving all the heat to circulate again.
Isaac and Keqier kept looking up until the pulsation, circulation, and resulting temperature stabilized.
The giants were gone. Only a few giant spirits were left flying by leisurely, uttering sweet praises along the way, and waving to Yicha affectionately.
Yicha also waved to the giant spirits and watched them turn into thin patches of color on the sky, marking the end of this great migration.
"It worked! I didn't expect it to be possible! It's amazing!"
Finally, Ke Qier screamed happily and flew towards this side happily.
Yicha had already stopped spraying flames and returned to his lean, energy-saving image. He was hovering lazily under the gray turbine, looking for a place to sit for a while.
"I would call it 'flame pump.'"
Ke Qier came close to Yi Cha, still looking up in the thick fog, "What do you think? How do you think?"
"Anything goes. My second author." Yi Cha hummed.
The thick fog from Yan Pump was overwhelming and blocked his vision, but transparency meant coldness, so he didn't try to blow away the fog.
The Dosikadong below is wrapped in a layer of foamy silver substance - that is the solid fire left by Moro Yelifu. This kind of flame, combined with their advance treatment of the fortress, will neither burn down the entire castle nor It can continuously provide more stable heat preservation than the heat pump.
"That golden sheep..."
Ke Qier looked around and saw that the sheep was nowhere to be seen. He felt a little pity, "Just wasted like this?"
"Those who are born on a mission will eventually return to their mission, right?"
He found half of the spire that had not been destroyed in the upheaval, fell gently, sat on the edge, and let out a long breath.
"I have never understood the price of sadness." Ke Qier followed up.
"Of course I can't understand it. According to the usual system of gains and losses, this is a bad sentence. If it were the price of happiness, we should have understood it long ago."
Icha smiled flatly - his joy and sense of accomplishment were not as obvious as the angel's.
"'The price of happiness' means paying a price to be happy. This golden sheep can replace this payment. That's it. Think about it this way, what about being sad? Why would anyone want to be sad?"
"Yes. Why?" Ke Qier blinked.
"This is Nesis's little hobby. The consciousness of wanting to know everything is accompanied by this interest - the interest of asking questions.
Of course, unlike Blue Lewin and Featherless One, Nesis's questions have preset and clear solutions. They are means rather than ends, and they do not cause confusion.
It can be said that he set the question just to let others solve it, and he will appreciate the decryptor even more because of it. "
"You know so clearly!" Ke Qier sighed. "Then...what did this golden, shining thing get in exchange for its sadness?"
"In exchange for sadness, compulsion, and things I don't want to do."
Yi Cha looked at his dangling legs and checked whether his knees were damaged. "There is actually another hint...that is, the Golden Sheep and this matter are not an isolated system."
Ke Qier looked at him with wide eyes, but Yi Cha didn't add anything else.
Even if it is obscure, the words can only go so far. He hopes Ke Qier can understand.
The angel really tilted his head and was lost in thought, showing a rare expression that could be called "complex".
But before he could say anything more, a black shadow emerged from the fog beside them.
The gloomy atmosphere rushed towards him, causing Keqier to shrink back a few feet subconsciously, "Oops. Uh." He stared at the black figure - a fierce-looking shadow demon.
"Go and help our young Miss Silver Dragon."
Yi Cha had no intention of holding back the conversation, raised his hand to signal to Shadow Demon, and said to Ke Qier, "Her energy should have been released again."
The angel was obviously hesitant. "It's okay. He is one of us." Yi Cha patted his shoulder to reassure him, then raised his hand and pointed in one direction accurately.
Switching the field of view, you can see that under the foam of solid fire, the hell hound "Goodbye" caught the exhausted Moro Yelifu who was falling downwards, and was carrying her to squirm with difficulty.
"Although there will no longer be any danger, she will inevitably need a little care. She is very valuable...and needs help."
Yi Cha remembered the angel's habits and changed his words, "And you can't be away from other dragons for too long, right?"
In the battle between accomplishment, curiosity, and compassion, the third element quickly takes over.
Keqier responded, hurriedly spread his wings, and rushed in the direction of Moroje River.
Yicha turned around again and faced Duma:
"Great Rift Hunter, is everything going well?
ah. I shouldn't have asked. It must go smoothly. Chaos above, thank you. "
"Chaos, that's another price." Duke Shadow Demon said expressionlessly.
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Thank you Yao Canghua, Ah Ka'tor for the reward and everyone's vote~ I have been very busy recently, so I still prioritize ensuring quality. I will write more when I can write more.
