Chapter 492: Is it to accompany me in burial?

"Griffinny, this sounds like a dragon's name at first listen, much better than your Abu Ke. Griffinny, Negris, the sound 'Gri' in our dragon language is too good to hear, Ga Wu Gu Li—" Negris said while demonstrating how to roll the sound in the long throat.

On the back of the bone dragon, Ang reached into the dimensional space to farm. The little Dragon-Follower, his mother, and John were stuffed into the space by him and were blanking out inside.

The little angel and the little zombie were playing games, using all kinds of methods, such as rock-paper-scissors. The winner would punch the other in the eye socket. Not long after, the two guys had two black eyes and were happy there.

Anthony and Nei Wen were whispering, basically Anthony talking and Nei Wen listening seriously, occasionally letting out bursts of 'hehehe' laughter, the smile gradually becoming perverted.

If there were a history book recording this scene, it would be ironclad evidence of Nei Wen's blackening.

Only Abu Ke floated there, awkwardly listening. He wasn't a real dragon race; who would be interested in how to pronounce a sound? He had accepted reality now and would just be an undead dragon soul.

He didn't inherit the advantages of a black dragon, and not casting magic or sneaking meant he gave up the advantages of a dragon soul again. Having lost the advantages of both sides, he couldn't beat anyone.

Just like that, Negris, who was ignored, could only grab Abu Ke and chat awkwardly. Two hours later, the bone dragon finally landed at the headquarters of the Spirit Dragon Knight Regiment, the Spirit Dragon Mountains.

When preparing to land, 'Dragon King' shouted. Nei Wen hurriedly said: "Everyone sit tight and hold on, the Dragon King's landing movement is a bit big."

A bit big? How big can a dragon's landing movement be? Just as this thought popped into everyone's mind, they saw the Dragon King fold its left wing and point downward.

*Clang! * *Da! * *Clang! * *Da! * *Clang*—two different sounds alternated. The bone dragon king, like a lame duck, twisted and decelerated frantically, used its right wing to catch the wind, used its right foot to point to the ground, and forcibly drifted and tail-flicked to turn a big circle before successfully landing.

Negris noticed that the bone dragon king had a protruding wooden stick tied to the folding joint of its left wing, using this to replace its left leg, and alternating landing with its right foot.

"I remember now, your bone dragon is the one whose leg was crushed by the rolling one. What's going on? Why is the leg still lame? Why not change one?" Negris suddenly realized and looked toward the dragon's leg. Sure enough, the position of the left leg bone was empty.

When they got on the bone dragon just now, the bone dragon king was already lying on the ground, and it took off on the spot after they rode on it, so they didn't notice its leg was broken at all: "I didn't notice it just now. Why not change one?"

Nei Wen smiled bitterly: "Can't find a suitable one. The Dragon King is already the biggest one in our Spirit Dragon Knight Regiment. There aren't many sizes suitable for it. We barely found two, but they were also stored for too long, the bone quality was loose, and if we changed them on, they would break with one step, instead breaking other bones."

Negris scratched his head. To be honest, he really didn't have the knowledge to raise bone dragons. In the main plane's Undead Empire, bone dragons and corpse dragons were rare, mainly for two reasons.

First, dragons have the habit of returning to the dragon graveyard before death, and ordinary people can't get dragon corpses. Second, for the sake of his face, His Majesty wouldn't actively reincarnate any dragon species.

After all, he was one of the masters of the four major halls of the Palace of Rest. He still had this bit of face. The dragons in the main plane were all his nephews and nieces. If they were reincarnated, could he be happy?

"Don't you do maintenance?" Negris asked.

"Yes, we bury them with soil, but the time is too long, and it still rotted." Nei Wen said.

Soil cannot prevent material rot, otherwise Ang wouldn't have been unable to find bones to use in the Palace of Rest back then. Even the grain in the cellar was preserved with soil, but everything over eight hundred years old had turned into powder.

However, eight hundred years ago, his planting technology hadn't improved, so there wasn't much grain stored. Secondly, powdered grain was also grain; at worst, it could be mixed into cakes and eaten.

However, bones were different, especially large skeletons like bone dragons. If rotten bones broke and made the bone dragon fall, that would be a big trouble. If the neck bones or wing bones broke, there would be nothing to change them with.

Negris said: "Also true. You don't have things like the Wind of Rest or Liquid of Rest."

Nei Wen blinked his eyes and asked: "Lord, what are these things you mentioned? Can they maintain bones?"

"No, nothing, I just said it casually. Go, go, go, find Griffinny." Negris felt it was too troublesome to explain and hurriedly skipped this topic.

Nei Wen shrugged and didn't pursue it. They didn't need things to maintain bones now, unless they could repair the bones. Otherwise, no matter how they maintained them, they were still 'loose bones'.

Although the Spirit Dragon Knight Regiment claimed to be a 'regiment', it was actually a very huge force, with a total population of over three hundred thousand people, scattered in over a hundred village settlements throughout the Spirit Dragon Mountains. Half of the population lived in the biggest city—Dragon Nest.

But Dragon Nest wasn't the core of the Spirit Dragon Knight Regiment. Their core was in the depths of the mountains behind Dragon Nest, in a mountain valley with open ground. They called this place Dragon Grave.

Between two mountain ridges, there was a valley of several dozen square kilometers. The terrain in the valley was flat, and a large amount of arable land could be reclaimed to plant crops that could meet the consumption of the residents in the valley.

Several small rivers from the mountain ridges flowed into the valley, forming a river flowing through the valley. Abundant water sources met the drinking and irrigation needs of the personnel in the valley.

The valley only had two entrances at the front and back, and the terrain was dangerous. As long as defense was established at the two valley entrances, the valley could be tightly guarded. Unless the enemy could fly, they absolutely wouldn't be able to attack the valley.

This kind of terrain was simply the place of development that a 'dog king' dreamed of. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, could develop with peace of mind, was accessible in all directions, and was not afraid of being blocked by the enemy. If there were a little mineral resources, it would be perfect.

"This place of yours is very good." Anthony couldn't help but praise it after seeing it.

"Yes." Nei Wen said: "Thanks to the wisdom of the great-grandmother, we have a safe foothold in this chaotic world."

"Great-grandmother?" Negris's heart moved. Could it be another ancestral undead grandmother?

Sure enough, Nei Wen said: "It's Grandma Griffinny. We all call her great-grandmother."

As the commander of the Spirit Dragon Knight Regiment, Nei Wen possessed almost the greatest power. He took Ang and his party directly into the valley and came to a cave on the hillside.

Just entering the cave, Anthony noticed a giant rock at the entrance that might weigh several hundred tons. This giant rock was supported by a row of one-time pillars, all of which had detonation magic arrays on them. If these pillars were blown up, the giant rock would roll down and seal the cave.

"Is it really a grave? This is the form of an ancient human emperor's mausoleum. Soul-Breaking Stone Prohibition. Once it falls, if you want to open it, you have to dig up the entire mausoleum. This kind of physical seal is more practical than any seal. It doesn't need to consume any energy, and even if it's thirty or fifty thousand years, it won't fail." Anthony said in surprise.

Anthony's words seemed to startle someone. A will swept over and turned around everyone, and then a voice sounded slowly: "You are one of the few who recognized the Soul-Breaking Stone Prohibition at a glance. Child, so many people coming, is it to accompany me in burial?"

PS: Oh, it's dawn. Updating one chapter first.