"Child? Who do you call child? How old are you?" Abu Ke said angrily.
Anthony saw through the soul-breaking stone, and then it said 'child'. Wasn't this calling Anthony child?
Siobada, Anthony is his master, Anthony is a child, so what is he?
Anthony was stunned for a moment, Naven was stunned for a moment, and the guy who made the sound was also stunned for a moment: "I...of course I...of course I called the one next to you."
"Bold! You can insult Mr. Anthony casually!? You may not be as old as him. Come out and die, you impolite guy!" Abu Ke shouted angrily.
Anthony and Naven were standing in front, and the person next to him was Anthony.
Naven raised his hand weakly: "But the child grandma is talking about is me."
"Impossible, if it were you, she would call your name instead of 'the one next to me'. There is no way your grandma has forgotten your name," said Abouke.
Naven had no choice but to turn around and shout into the cave: "Grandma, have you forgotten my name again?"
The voice in the cave asked weakly: "What is your name? Oh, after so many years, you have changed one every few decades. How can I remember every child?"
"Eh? Are you like this too? Change it every few decades?" Abu Ke was surprised.
He understands this kind of pain all too well. His subordinates are priests who change every few decades, ten years, or even years. How can he remember all their names?
"You too?" They feel sympathy for each other, and their good feelings have greatly increased. With this premise, the misunderstanding will naturally be solved.
Entering the end of the cave, everyone saw the owner here, a dragon skull...
"This..." Anthony was a little surprised, didn't he mean the spiritual dragon Griffin? Why a dragon bone?
"What is this? Something is wrong when I think about it. This is obviously my place. Why are you yelling at me? So what if I call you my child? No matter how long you, a human, live, it won't matter to me. Is it just a child?" I thought the misunderstanding had been solved, but the more Griffini thought about it, the more angry he became.
"Oops! How old are you?" Before Anthony could answer, Abuike had already jumped out.
"I am six hundred and sixty years old." Griffinni said.
Abuker sneered: "I am eight hundred and ninety years old, and this is my master."
Anthony didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, according to his character, there is nothing to argue about such a false thing. Even if he argued, he could not find evidence to prove that he was more than 3,000 years old.
But he also understood Abu Ke's mentality: How can you call my master a child when he humiliates his subjects to death?
Sure enough, Griffinni asked: "What evidence do you have to prove that you are 890 years old?!"
Abuker asked: "Then what evidence do you have to prove that you are 600 years old?"
"My children can attest that they wrote me an epic poem, the earliest version of which is six hundred years old." Griffini exclaimed.
Abu Ke also said loudly: "My body can prove that I am eight hundred and ninety years old."
"Your body? Where is your body? Aren't you an undead dragon? Can you still have a body?" Griffinni was surprised.
"Of course. Including the lifespan of my body, I am already over 8,000 years old. You have to call me Grandpa Ancestor." Abu Ke said.
Griffini was suffocated, because including her body's lifespan, she was not over 8,000 years old. No, she couldn't just give in. What if what he said was false?
"Your body is there, take it out and let me see." Griffinni said.
"If you can't take it out, you have to come with me to see it." Abu Ke said.
"Let's go!" A cloud of smoke emerged from the dragon's skull, condensing into the form of a human female.
"Let's go." Abu Ke showed no signs of weakness and walked out first. The two dragon souls left the cave and flew away, leaving a bunch of people there looking at each other.
Anthony and Naven looked at each other and smiled bitterly in unison: "What's going on..."
"Grandma... um... she's more serious about her work." Naven was so embarrassed, but couldn't say anything, so he had to explain to Griffinni carefully.
Anthony also smiled bitterly: "Well, Abouke is also more serious."
After saying that, I didn't even believe it. Both of them were hundreds of years old dragon souls, but they were more serious about their age. In order to verify it, they even flew for several hours. It took them two hours to get here.
"Do you want to catch up?" Naven asked.
Anthony didn't know either, so he turned around and asked: "Master Naige, do you want to catch up? Master Naige?"
Nigris was projected on Ange. It made no sound. Only Ange knew whether it was there. After shouting twice, Nigris finally came to his senses and responded: "No need, run around." What to do, they will be back soon."
"Oh, what were you looking at just now?" He called twice before responding. Nigris was obviously distracted.
"I'm looking at this mausoleum. This should be a mausoleum built by ancient human forces before it was occupied by you, right?" Negris turned to Nevin and asked.
Naven shook his head: "That's not the case. This dragon head was originally here. Grandma was also born from the dragon head. She is the owner of this place. Humans came later and transformed this place into a mausoleum."
Negris was too lazy to delve deeper and said, "Whatever, do you think of anything when you look at these murals and carvings, giants, and lightning?"
Anthony was shocked: "Thunder Titan?"
Finally there are clues about the Thunder Titan. These guys secretly sent messages to the dwarves before the Storm of Faith, so they must know about the Storm of Faith and the Starburst Array.
Finding them will answer many questions in the minds of Nigris and others. For example, Duroken wanted to ask them how they used thunder to transmit information between the two worlds.
If the secret of their message transmission can be cracked, then you can directly communicate with the main plane here without Ange's trouble.
Naven blinked blankly: "Titan? Do you mean the kind of giant who is seven or eight meters tall and can control thunder?"
Nigris and Anthony cheered up: "Do you know the Titans? Do you have news about them?"
"If you are talking about the kind of giants who control thunder, then I know one thing. There is a ruins of theirs in the middle of this valley. Every time it rains, there will be a steady stream of lightning falling on the ruins. We usually put them Pile some soil on the ruins, let the lightning strike, and then sprinkle it on the cultivated land to fertilize the fields, and the crops will grow particularly vigorously in the coming year."
Fertile field? exuberant? not good! Nigris's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough, Ange, who had been reaching out to plant vegetables in the space, stopped now, raised his head and asked: "Where is the fertile field?"
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