Soul moss is a magical plant. Like most magical plants, it decays when it is removed from the soil. It must be stored immediately in a magical vessel or solidified to maintain some magic. Children have nothing to pick and put with bare hands, which is a waste of natural resources.
The roar from the sky startled the child. He sat down on the ground and gestured upward with the wooden shovel in his hand in panic.
The child's little face tilted up, revealing a face with tiny dragon scales on the bridge of his nose, the tip of his eyebrows, and other places.
"Hey, Dragon King? Whose Dragon King? Little Ellie, is it yours?" Nigris asked in surprise.
Nellie flew down, sniffed the child's body, and said with disgust: "Yes, I don't want this dragon."
"Ah? Why not, your bastard, you have to be responsible." Nigris said.
Brusque also came down and said seriously: "Grandma Nellie, although you are senior, you can't abandon your dragon servant. If this is really the case, I will ask the Black Dragon Codex."
Niali pouted aggrievedly: "I know..." Then she patted Nigris on the head with her paw: "You are responsible, you smell like poop."
puff! It's only when feelings are like this that I dislike them. If they smell bad, just wash them away.
Dragon minions are creatures contaminated by the power of the dragon. Some creatures living in the dragon's territory will be directly or indirectly exposed to the power of the dragon, causing them to be contaminated and turn into dragon minions.
It's unclear whether being polluted by the dragon's power is a good thing or a bad thing. Some creatures have mastered a little of the dragon's power, and can get twice the result with half the effort whether they are practicing or studying. However, some creatures cannot bear the dragon's power, or are prone to diseases, or directly Fallen to death.
But no matter what the consequences are, the dragon needs to be responsible for it. The Dragon Clan's Black Dragon Code stipulates that any dragon servant contaminated by the dragon must be responsible for it and must not be abandoned.
Of course, the dragon is not a kind creature. The code only stipulates responsibility, but does not stipulate how to be responsible. Whether it is eaten, enslaved, or raised, it is a responsible attitude.
The little angel fell down, and Ange no longer confiscated its wings since it would turn to ashes as soon as it released the holy light.
Fly to the child and lift him up.
The child was so frightened that he swung the wooden shovel in his hand wildly, hitting the little angel with loud cracks. She was wearing a pure white dress and her fair little face was covered in gray marks.
The little angel punched the child squarely in the eye.
"No! Oh oh oh!!" Nigris shouted in fright. With the strength of a little angel, he punched the child, but couldn't he blow the child's head?
Fortunately, this did not happen. The child's eye socket was hit with a black circle, and he burst into tears from the pain. He dropped the wooden shovel, covered his eyes and cried loudly.
The little angel punched the child's other eye socket again, and both eyes suddenly became panda eyes.
The child was in so much pain that his nose was filled with runny nose, and he had no time to cry out. After a while, the energy slowed down and he started crying again.
Then, not surprisingly, he was punched on the cheek by the little angel again. He cried and was punched. If he didn't cry, it would be fine. The child covered his mouth almost instinctively.
The little angel nodded with satisfaction, held the child's hand and shook it hard to shake off the debris on his body. Then he held up the holy light with his other hand and wiped it on the child's face. The rough face was wiped clean. .
All the dirt, blackheads, and dandruff are completely purified under the light of the purification technique, which is more effective than any finger of death whitening, rejuvenating, and spot removal technique.
The oil and dirt on my hair had turned into knots. After being wiped with the purification technique, it was like brushing it hard with a hair brush. It was so clean that it could be knotted, but the damaged hair was definitely not repairable. Come back, a mess of dry branches.
But this was already an incredibly miraculous method for the little child in front of him. He was so shocked that he stared at the little angel with his big bright eyes, admiringly.
The little angel wiped him clean in one stroke, like a little chick that had just hatched out of its shell, with clean hair that was fluffy and cute.
Nigris flew over and asked: "Kid, what is your name?"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." The child Long Yi made a sound of unknown meaning.
After some exchanges, Negris said: "He can't speak and has no language skills. Is he the only one here? No way?"
"Kid, where do you live? Is there anyone else?"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," the child Long Yi said.
Because he was a dragon, he looked relatively strong, but upon closer inspection, Nigris found that he was probably only four or five years old.
A child with no language skills and no ability to communicate could not get any useful information from him, so Nigris had to search around by himself.
Children of this age do not have much ability to survive, so his range of activities will not be too large. After going around in a circle, Nigris discovered his residence.
There is a cave not far away. The cave is not deep and can probably accommodate two people sitting inside to protect themselves from the wind and rain. At this time, a skeleton is already sitting in the deepest part of the cave, and a lot of dust has accumulated on the skeleton. , apparently dead for who knows how long.
However, a piece of blanket was carefully covered on the skeleton. Only the corners showed signs of turning. Next to the traces was a shallow pit that was shiny due to friction. If you compare it carefully, it is probably the size of a child.
Just from the traces of the skeleton and the hollows, Negris could deduce what probably happened.
This skeleton lived here in seclusion with a baby before it was alive. Unknown to some accident, it died suddenly. The baby survived on its own, relying on plants spawned by the power of dragons such as soul moss on the nearby cliff. As a result, they become polluted and become dragon minions.
Because no one taught him, he couldn't speak and had no language skills. He didn't even understand that the skeleton was dead, and he put a precious blanket on the skeleton, while he only took up a little bit.
It was so difficult, but this child struggled to survive.
After listening to Nigris' speculation, Niali's motherly love couldn't help but overflow: "Oh, it's so pitiful. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. The Dragon Mother will take care of you from now on. Oh, come here and let the Dragon Mother hug you." As he said that, he wanted to reach out and hug him.
Unexpectedly, the child hid behind the little angel with a swish, watching it warily.
"Ah, don't run away. I am your dragon mother. Come here quickly. You are my dragon servant. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Nellie said.
The dragon child didn't respond, and just stared at it warily. Nellie wanted to go around and catch him, but he circled the little angel to avoid it.
"Well, it seems that my dragon does not recognize me." Nai'ali sighed.
"Who made you feel disgusted when he was dirty just now? He remembered your disgust." Nigris laughed happily, and then was scratched in the face by Niali's claw.
Ange tilted his head and looked at the skeleton for a long time, then suddenly made a move with his finger.
The skeleton covered with a cloth suddenly stood up.
The child's eyes flashed with surprise, and he screamed, and rushed to the skeleton. However, after calling a few times, he found that the skeleton ignored him, and he couldn't help but pursed his lips. Tears rolled in his eyes.
Nigris flew in front of Ange and asked in confusion: "What are you doing with it?"
"Remnant consciousness." Ange said.
Nigris couldn't help but fly to the skeleton, inspected it carefully, and then discovered the remaining information on it.
Residual consciousness is the information left on the body or object by a soul with strong thoughts. For example, the hand bones of Strong Bone Locke have a lot of information left on them. They were finally interpreted by the Purple Skeleton Titan, and they built a transfer station that can communicate with the world. Contact teleportation array.
Without the remaining information of Bone Rock, even if the teleportation array was built, the Ziskeleton clan would not be able to contact the world transfer station.
In the same way, similar information remains on this skeleton. If the skeleton was not a being with a powerful soul like Locke during his lifetime, then the information left on the skeleton can only show that his soul activity was very intense before death, which is commonly known as He will die with his eyes open.
If Ange wants to interpret the remaining information, he doesn't need to go to as much trouble as the Purple Skull Clan. He needs to send a little soul energy over and let the soul energy condense the soul fire with the residual consciousness as the core. Then he can interpret the information through the soul fire. .
"Kid, take care."
"The magic rice is still just a little short of success, and I won't be reconciled."
"I am the strongest Druid."
"Dragon poop really stinks..."
Ange read out the decoded information sentence by sentence, and the last sentence almost made Nellie explode.
"It turns out to be a Druid. What is magic rice? Is it a new rice seed he cultivated? Take care, kid. Who is he referring to? This child? Doesn't he have a name? Isn't he his child?" Negris analyzed and interpreted it. information, and at the same time searched for it, and found a package from where the skeleton originally stayed.
"A bag of rice seeds, a planting manual, a druid secret, a robe, and some odds and ends."
"Show me the robe." Brusk saw the mark on the robe and said urgently.
After taking it and looking at it, Bruske said: "I know who he is, the Great Druid of Spring Breeze, the most powerful Druid in mankind. He disappeared a few years ago. I didn't expect to die here."
"Last year, at the Chunfeng Cup Druid Competition named after him, a grain seed with a yield of more than 1,000 kilograms per mu appeared. I heard that it was cultivated by his mortal enemy. I specially showed it at the competition named after him to inspire others. When he came out, I didn't expect him to be dead," Bruske said in disbelief.
"The strongest druid in mankind? Is he very strong?" Nigris asked.
He has never heard of this name, but it is not surprising. Even if he is the strongest human being, no matter how strong he is, he is still a human being. He was not born a thousand years ago. For example, the truth mage who blocked Bruske from the sea before, Nag Reese didn't know what the other party's name was.
Bruske thought for a while and said: "Close to the level of truth."
Bruske, who is a strong man of truth, said that if the other party is close to the truth, it must not contain much water. Nigris was shocked: "Close to the truth? That's very strong. How could he die here?"
After saying that, he quickly checked the skeleton and found that there was no damage. It was obvious that he did not die from trauma.
"Maybe he is too old. He is close to 500 years old. There seems to be no record of humans living this long. He is already the longest-lived person among the strong humans I know." I don't know why. , Bruske's tone sounded vaguely relieved.
"If it is really him, then this is definitely not his child. He is five hundred years old. It is difficult for him to..." Bruske finally added.
Nigris quietly approached Bruske and asked in a low voice: "Did you have any issues with him? Why do you seem to be relieved?"
"Holiday? No, no." Brusque shook his head quickly: "How is it possible? I don't even know him. I'm just glad. Fortunately, human life is short. A mere five hundred years old is already close to the truth. If they live longer, Our dragon clan has no way to survive."
As he spoke, he glanced at Nigris with envy: "But the most enviable thing is the undead creatures, which are immortal. Alas, no matter how powerful the living race is, they cannot escape the shackles of life, old age, sickness and death, but the undead creatures are not even the most fragile." Even a skeleton can live forever, which is so enviable.”
For a moment, Bruske lost interest in talking. When he thought that he would die of old age in a few thousand years, he suddenly lost all interest.
Nigris didn't know how to comfort it. Could it be that he was not an undead creature? It's because I became a god that I can live till now. Isn't that even more shocking?
Just as he was about to change the subject, suddenly, a heart-stopping aura erupted from Ange's position.
Negris turned around and saw that Ange was holding the book of Druid Secrets and looking at it with concentration. The heart-stopping aura was coming from Ange.
Nigris remembers this breath, and it will never forget this breath in this life. It was this breath that beat it into a dead dog and dragged it back to the Palace of Rest, the breath of Bone Rock.
Why did Ange's body emit the aura of Bone Rock?
Just as he was about to ask, he saw Ange's body twisting. Ange's Locke hand was raised in front of him, and a figure slowly reflected in front of him.
The purple-gold bones, the purple soul flames, and the flames of mourning flashing in the eyes were the figure that made it tremble - the Lord of Mourning, Bone Rock.
Bone Locke also raised his hand and touched Ange's hand. The whole space was distorted. Ange and Bone Locke seemed to have merged. In the end, only a purple-gold skeleton was left standing there.
Brusque swallowed his mouth and said with difficulty: "Using physical objects as the medium and using the spirit as the bridge to transform all things, this is Druid's ultimate transformation technique."
"I...I know, but, but why can he transform into Bone Rock?" Nigris said tremblingly.
"How strong your mental power can be to transform into a creature with the same mental power. Maybe the Bone Lock you are talking about has very weak mental power. Using physical objects as a medium, does Mr. Ange have something like Bone Lock in his body?" Bruce K said.
It has never seen Bone Locke, and the information it learned from the bloodline is dry, and it cannot feel how powerful Bone Locke is.
But Nigris took a breath and thought to himself: Ange's mental power is as strong as Bone Rock? Oh my god, that's impossible, right?
At this moment, Ange raised his feet, and then slammed his feet on the ground.
After stepping down, Ange seemed to have exhausted all his strength. With a bang, his body twisted and turned back into the original gray skeleton.
"Phew, less than ten seconds, okay, okay, okay." Nigris let out a sigh of disappointment or joy. The transformation technique can only last ten seconds, which is reasonable.
If Ange can maintain the transformation of Bone Rock, then he has to wonder whether the strength that Ange has always shown is just fake.
"Is that last step the king's arrival? Why is there no movement? Is it because the skill has been interrupted because it has changed back?"
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