Chapter 488

"What is your name?" Negris asked.

"Abuke." The Dragon Undead replied reluctantly, but compared to the previous rejection, the attitude was much better; maybe some words had been taken to heart.

Upon hearing this name, Negris was certain that this was not a reincarnated soul possessing memories from its lifetime, but a native undead Dragon Soul, because this was not the naming method of the dragon race at all.

A native undead Dragon Soul, stubbornly believing itself to be a Black Dragon, loving to use claws and teeth for combat, and not using the magic it had the most advantage in—it was truly melancholy.

But this was also easy to understand; it was precisely because there were too many such undead, and there was a huge demand for this, that Anthony invented the Black Warrior reincarnation.

In this world, people who like to use their hands far exceed those who like to use their brains. Magic requires memorizing a bunch of spells, magic seals, energy circuits, etc. How could it be as refreshing as pouncing up and biting?

"How do you know about Black Warrior reincarnation? Have you seen a Black Warrior?" Negris asked again.

This world hadn't seen Black Warriors, and the information about the Undead Empire collected by Silver Coin didn't have records of Black Warriors either. This was normal because Black Warriors were invented by Anthony, and Anthony himself was the world's first Black Warrior.

On the contrary, this Abuke actually knew about Black Warriors? The only possibility was that His Majesty had imported this information into the Undead Holy Fire and then spread it.

After some questioning, it was indeed the case. Abuke itself didn't know how it knew either; anyway, it just knew. It was estimated that some memory fragments had been absorbed by it, which was why it had this impression.

"Then why didn't His Majesty build the Reincarnation Altar? He built the Huang Tong Book Tower, the Relay Spirit, and all these things. The Black Warrior Reincarnation Altar isn't a very difficult thing, so why not build one?" Negris turned to Anthony and asked in a low voice.

Anthony scratched his head and explained in a low voice: "Because the Black Warrior reincarnation was invented by me, and I don't have a soul connection with His Majesty, so he doesn't know it."

Things invented by Du Luo Ken, no matter how complicated, because there was a soul connection, the Monarch would know them. Things invented by people without a soul connection, if not specifically learned, might not be known.

"Have you just been staying here? Not going out to look? Maybe someone outside has already invented a similar reincarnation method?" Negris turned to Abuke and asked.

Abuke condensed a dragon head, looked Ang and the others up and down, and suddenly said: "Are you from the God Realm?"

Negris and Anthony's hearts skipped a beat; they had a feeling of being seen through.

But Negris was projected onto Ang and couldn't see its expression, while Anthony was a thousand-year-old old god-stick, his expression was very 'normal' as he was surprised, and then a bit confused: "God Realm? Are you talking about the God Realm where the Warlock Alliance launches Star Bursts? Is there really a God Realm? Isn't it made up by the Warlock Alliance?"

Abuke looked at Anthony suspiciously, unable to see any clues, and Anthony frowned just right, showing a trace of impatience.

"Your questions make me think you are not people from here. Go out? Don't you know about the Eternal Petrified Chains? It locks me together with my body; I can't leave here." Abuke seemed to have been fooled and said strangely.

Anthony walked forward two steps without changing his expression, blocking in front of Ang. Of course, he wasn't blocking Ang, but Negris.

"We are indeed a bit out of touch with the outside world, you know." Anthony shrugged, deliberately holding up his Pope's Staff to make it more conspicuous.

The highest level of 'saying' a lie is not to 'say' it yourself, but to let the other party 'think' it themselves.

Seeing the Pope's Staff, Abuke immediately associated it with the Six-Winged Archangel, immediately associated it with the Church of Light, and quickly associated it with a bunch of things, which made it sneer: "The Undead Monarch has fallen, and now any Light bug dares to crawl out."

Anthony was 'angry': "You... forget it, I won't argue with you. Why do you keep calling him the Undead Monarch? Isn't it the habit of you undead creatures to call him 'King'?"

Abuke was angry: "Are you stupid? He locked me here; it's not bad that I don't call him the Old Undead, and you want me to call him 'King'?"

Anthony was of course not stupid, but he could pretend: "So you are the Undead Monarch's prisoner, then we are Light bugs, and you are a lizard in a cage?"

"Roar!" You can't mention lizards to dragons. Abuke was immediately furious and wanted to pounce, but was pressed down by Anthony with one hand: "God says, stay away from me!"

Pressing Abuke's form back into the Dragon Soul.

This move by Anthony completely calmed Abuke down: "What exactly do you want?"

"Nothing, just asking you some questions, and waiting for someone by the way." Anthony said with a smile.

Abuke was stunned for a moment. Waiting for someone?

People came. Ang suddenly tilted his head, as if listening to something, and then he stepped back a few steps, rubbed his hands together, and dozens of magic seals immediately combined to form a delivery array, imprinted on the ground next to him.

A few minutes later, the delivery array flashed with light, and Du Luo Ken teleported over.

Ge Lei, Du Er, and Tigu Li in the distance looked at each other, their faces full of horror. Although they had been driven far away and couldn't hear the interrogation of the Dragon Soul, they could see what was happening. The scene of Ang supporting the array for a few minutes was even more eye-popping.

"Delivery array? Supporting it with bare hands for five minutes. Principal, can you do it?" Tigu Li quietly leaned to Ge Lei's side and asked.

Ge Lei shook her head: "I can't even hold it for thirty seconds, so you have never heard of anyone who can hand-craft a delivery array and then deliver it over. Thirty seconds isn't even enough for the other end to connect to the delivery array."

A teleportation array can be short because teleportation is an instantaneous thing, but a delivery array cannot be short. It is for receiving and requires the teleportation end to connect before things can be delivered over.

Anthony had also crafted a delivery array before, but that was because he had a soul connection with Ang, the positioning connection speed was fast, and it didn't need to be too sturdy; a few dozen seconds was enough.

An ordinary duration often represents an insurmountable chasm.

Du Luo Ken rubbed his messy hair and said: "Almost didn't get the positioning. There are too many teleportation arrays in this plane, and many of them are open..."

While speaking, he looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the petrified dragon hanging on the abyss: "Dragon-Locking Chain?"

Abuke popped out its dragon head and corrected: "It's the Eternal Petrified Chain, don't talk nonsense."

"What talk nonsense? This is the Dragon-Locking Chain, I invented it, it has nothing to do with petrification." Du Luo Ken said.

Negris laughed out loud on the spot: "Pfft, the thing you invented is said to be nonsense by others, haha... uh, wait, why is it called the Dragon-Locking Chain?"

Du Luo Ken scratched his head awkwardly: "Back then Luo Ke said he wanted to catch a dragon and asked me to build something that could lock a dragon, so I built it, but it wasn't used in the end."

"Ku Ba Da! You built it to lock me, you bastard!" Negris was so angry it wanted to jump out and hit someone. The dragon Luo Ke went to catch was it.

Du Luo Ken laughed dryly: "It wasn't used in the end, don't be angry, don't be angry."

After finally appeasing the rampaging Huang Tong Dragon, Du Luo Ken asked: "What happened? Where is this? Why call me over?"

Anthony was surprised: "Didn't the Lord tell you?"

Du Luo Ken laughed dryly: "The Lord said it too complicatedly, you tell me in detail."

Alright, everyone understood. With Ang's habit of speaking word by word, only Negris could understand what he was saying. Usually, everyone needed Negris to translate.

Sigh, it wasn't like this before. Before, Ang would say long sentences of more than six words. I don't know if it's because there's a translator, but he's getting lazier and lazier.

Anthony introduced the situation in detail, and Du Luo Ken looked at the hanging petrified dragon and said: "Petrification has nothing to do with the Dragon-Locking Chain; it should be something else that petrified it."

Just at this moment, a stone suddenly fell down from the top of the cave with a *gulu gulu* sound.

The Dragon Soul suddenly tightened, and while everyone was looking up, it wanted to quietly scatter.

But just as it made a move, an Archangel's Staff had already moved in front of it. The little angel looked at it with great interest, and the little zombie next to it was also eager to try.

The Dragon Soul gave up all actions in despair and drifted there listlessly. These people in front of it were all perverts. It seemed there was no hope of escaping from their hands.

The top of the cave was very high, with many cracks. A rope hung down from one of the cracks, and a small figure was climbing down. The gravel from just now should have been kicked off by him.

A thin rope, without any protective measures, the small figure held it with bare hands and let himself down bit by bit, making people couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him.

Anthony turned his head and asked: "Do you know him?"

Abuke said listlessly: "My Dragon-Thrall, I hope you don't hurt him."

Negris said unhappily: "What your Dragon-Thrall, if it's a Dragon-Thrall, then it's not yours, it's this Black Dragon corpse's."

"I am the Black Dragon, the Black Dragon is me, this is my Dragon-Thrall." Abuke said stubbornly.

Everyone didn't speak again, all watching the small Dragon-Thrall climbing down, preventing him from falling.

However, the Dragon-Thrall landed safely. He was a little boy of about eleven or twelve years old. He was called a Dragon-Thrall, but he didn't have obvious characteristics of a Dragon-Thrall on his body; he was more like a normal human child.

After landing, he rubbed his sore hands, untied the package behind him, gently lit a small flame, carefully shone it forward, and only after shining it to the edge of the abyss did he relax.

However, his little flame was only enough to illuminate a circle around him. Ang and the others stood in a pile a few dozen meters away and he couldn't see them at all. Obviously, he didn't have dark vision or anything like that.

After confirming that the edge of the abyss was in front and he wouldn't step into the void and fall, the little Dragon-Thrall took out the things in the package and placed them one by one in front of him. While placing them, he muttered to himself: "Ancestor, I've come to see you again. How have you been lately?"

The little Dragon-Thrall's voice echoed in the hollow underground space.

"A lot of things have happened outside lately. I picked up some notices from the Mercenary Guild; I'll read them to you in a while."

The little Dragon-Thrall placed the things in the package, which was a half-meter-long dragon toe. I don't know how many years it had been played with; it was smooth and shiny, like it had had a manicure, and was incomparably sharp.

Next was a pitch-black dragon scale, as big as half a child's body, just like a shield.

Obviously, it had also been used as a shield, with some rattan vines binding it, forming a handle on the back.

Finally, there was a fist-sized stone, also played with until it was oily and moist.

These three things were laid out in order, and the little Dragon-Thrall knelt down devoutly toward them, toward the petrified dragon hanging on the abyss in front:

"The inheritance of bloodline is permanent, the glory of the ancestor is endless. I am the inheritance of the ancestor's bloodline, I will inherit the ancestor's glory, do not cast spells, do not sneak, fight bravely, claws and teeth are our weapons, scales are our protection..."

After the prayer, the little Dragon-Thrall put the things into the package one by one and took out some fragmented pieces of paper. Many had obvious signs of tearing, just like they had been casually torn off a bulletin board.

"Warlock Alliance offers a reward for all information on the Arcane Mage Ge Lei. Depending on the importance of the information, a heavy reward." The little Dragon-Thrall read the text on it word by word, and only after reading it did he explain:

"I heard those mercenaries chatting and muttering that this Ge Lei is a powerful mage who possesses the ability to determine truth or something. Can she determine what is truth?"

"Didn't understand. I also wanted to learn magic when I was young, but unfortunately, Mom said I had no talent. Sigh, actually I also know, Mom doesn't know what talent magic is, it's just that we are too poor, she didn't have money to let me go, so she said that."

Ge Lei in the distance couldn't help but mutter when she heard the front: "Truth negation, negation, what determination? If I could determine what is truth, I would have overturned the Warlock Alliance long ago. Dare to offer a reward for me?"

But hearing the back, she couldn't help but feel a tug in her heart. The tone of this little Dragon-Thrall when saying these things was too flat, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself, but everyone could hear a thick regret in it.

He is only eleven or twelve years old now, what 'when I was young'? Isn't now his youth?

The little Dragon-Thrall finished speaking very casually and took out another piece of paper: "Grain prices have risen again, now it's up to six silver coins per hundred jin, so expensive."

Took out another one: "Warlock Alliance sells beauty and skincare packages, welcoming beauty lovers from all walks of life to experience and purchase. What does beauty and skincare mean?"

I don't know where these pieces of paper were collected from; there were all types. First, it was a reward, then it was grain, and then it jumped to beauty. There was no pattern at all. Probably only the bulletin board at the entrance of the Mercenary Guild had such chaotic information.

The little Dragon-Thrall finished reading the notices and then said: "Ancestor, I'm sorry, I might not be able to come for a long time in the future. Mom is sick, I have to take care of her."

"I don't know when the scarecrow outside will leave either. I saw it the last two times I came, and I didn't dare to come in. Fortunately, I didn't run into it this time, but I have to leave quickly. It would be troublesome if it came back and blocked me here."

"Ancestor, this bloodline of ours is down to just me. I'm very sorry, I can't inherit your glory. But I will work hard. When Mom's illness is better, I'll come to see you again. I'm leaving now."

The little Dragon-Thrall chattered on, what he said didn't have a focus or main line, just like talking about some household matters. How to describe it? Ancestor worship? Right, just like ancestor worship.

Uh... not like, it is exactly that.

This kind of ritual had obviously been going on for a long time, starting from the little Dragon-Thrall's grandfather's generation. The little Dragon-Thrall also regarded it as a habit. He hadn't even seen the Dragon Soul Abuke; the object he worshipped was just that petrified dragon.

Just about to climb up the rope, the little Dragon-Thrall suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Ancestor, I seemed to have sensed something a while ago, it seemed to be the Dragon God. The Dragon God has returned. He made the bloodline of a dragon awaken again. But this is the first time I've had this feeling. Is this bloodline resonance? Or am I just dreaming?"

Anthony, Du Luo Ken, Negris, etc., looked at Ang in unison, and Negris subconsciously said: "Du Luo Ke?"

PS: It's the end of the month, asking for monthly tickets. The double accumulation from before the month is almost enough; a few more will be enough.