Luo Songxi asked Rajva to continue arranging the defenses, and asked Suya to send someone to bring Su Ji over to join him, while he followed Lancelot and Geraint to find the ancestor of the lizardmen.

On the way, he couldn't help but ask Lancelot again:

"You really are from this plane...... Twelve Ancestors......"

Lancelot jumped:

"You haven't heard of the name of my 'Wind Chasing First Mate' Lancelot, shouldn't it have been handed down from 30,000 years ago to the present, and everyone on the plane is like thunder?"

"I'm sorry," Luo Songxi said, "The history of the plane was broken 12,000 years ago, and most of the previous events have not been handed down. ”

"Oh, I almost forgot, 12,000 years ago, you don't know how many generations of descendants pressed that button once. Lancelot turned to Jaylant.

"The Guardian of the Three Hundred and Seventy-Seventh Plane. Geraint replied with a blank face.

"I'll give you a bit of science," Lancelot said to Luo Songxi, "Thirty-six years ago, thirty-six tribes built a joint foundation for the Tia face, of which twelve were major and twenty-four were small. Among the twelve tribes, each tribe elected one person to form a council of the first twelve to rule the face of Tia. ”

"Of course, among the human beings at that time, it was not me who had the highest prestige, but the captain. But the captain didn't want to take care of this mess, so he pushed it to me. ”

"It's just that now the twelve of us, it's true that it's not the Council of the Ancestors, it's just a wisp of consciousness from each of them, stationed here with their own values, with the purpose of guarding the Holy Mountain and providing support to the Guardians of the Plane. ”

And in the course of 30,000 years, this wisp of consciousness has already evolved into a mind and has become a complete body of consciousness. So, we are both the Council of the Patriarch and not the Council of the Patriarch. With all the memories, habits, and beliefs of the Council of the Twelve Ancestors...... But they are also independent individuals. ”

"The twelve of them have already left Tia's side and traveled to the vast Gaia universe for exploration, and now they don't know what happened. However, without the support of their respective ethnic groups, without the support of the power of faith, I am afraid that they will not be able to live for 30,000 years. ”

Lancelot was a little sad as he spoke. Luo Songxi said to him, "Actually, with this wisp of your consciousness preserved, they can be regarded as achieving true immortality." ”

"Eternal life?" said Lancelot, "is it difficult to live forever? As long as faith becomes a god, faith is immortal, and the divine body is immortal." Do you know why the Patriarchs left Tia's place? It's because they've lived too long, they're bored, they're impatient. I want to replace the endless repetitive years with a vigorous adventure. ”

"You said that the real life forms are still like this, and we are a few pure consciousness bodies, who have been here for 30,000 years, unable to communicate with the outside world, nor able to touch, taste, or smell the world, do you say that we are all bored?

"We are the loneliest twelve people on this plane!"

"Aren't you able to communicate with the Troll Council of Elders?" Luo Songxi asked him.

"The rules are limited, the rules are limited," Lancelot said, "the rules were made back then, the Elders' Council of Trolls, although as our spokesmen, we can only communicate with them at the third level. I can communicate with the elf ranger at the second level. ”

"Only with the Guardian of the Plane can you have a first-level, all-round communication!"

"I didn't know who set this kind of fucking rule at the time. Lancelot said hatefully.

"It looks like you ordered it yourself. Gerante glanced at him.

“......”

"Anyway, before you, the Guardians of the Plane had never left their Holy City. The Elven Rangers hadn't been here a few times, and they were bored to come, and they could only communicate simple words, but they couldn't perceive each other. ”

"It's just those old trolls, but we can only give them vague instructions unilaterally like pretending to be ghosts, and the only fun is to make them tremble a little more......"

"What we want is a real life experience!"

......

......

In the midst of Lancelot's babbling complaints, the back mountain has finally arrived.

Before he saw anyone, Luo Songxi heard bursts of shouting.

"Three parts of pride!"

"Eight points of indulgence!"

"Bump!"

Lancelot said to him, "This is a gadget taught to us by a sage who visited the Holy Mountain more than a thousand years ago, and according to him, it is the most popular game in a plane called Earls. Don't say it, it's really interesting, the four of them have been sitting here and playing for more than a thousand years and haven't gotten tired of playing. ”

More than a thousand years ago, the sage of the Earls plane of the game of the sage is highly consistent with the inheritance master that 77 once said.

However, Geraint gave Lancelot a blank look and said, "Obviously he is an intruder on the Holy Mountain, and our power to open the Golden Dome has trapped him, but he took out some gadgets, and you not only let him go, but also called him a sage? What about the safety of the Holy Mountain? What about our responsibility?"

Lancelot was a little annoyed by him, and replied, "Come on, you were as excited as you were when you met the first person in 30,000 years who could communicate with us without barriers. Now about safety and responsibility?"

Turning a hillside, Luo Songxi finally saw four phantoms and a card table.

In addition to the Lizardmen Progenitor, there is a sea giant, a goblin, and a dragon.

Lancelot shouted at the lizardmen, "Kai, your sons and grandchildren, come and tear down the Holy Mountain—"

Kai glanced at Lancelot, then at Luo Songxi, touched a card, and asked him:

"What does the loneliness of one person, the loneliness of two people, and the loneliness of three people equal?"

Luo Songxi thought to himself, what kind of wit is this? The Council of the Ancestors of the Twelve, oh no, there is such a pretended deep type in the Lonely Twelve.

Unexpectedly, Kai immediately announced the answer himself.

He threw the "loneliness of the three" in his hand on the table, and knocked down all the cards in front of him.

"It's all lonely. He laughed.

Luo Songxi made a sad face and asked him, "I'm here to find you to solve the problem of those lizardmen under the mountain......"

Kai took the gold from the sea giants, goblins, and dragons...... pointed at Lancelot and Geraint, "They are all old guys who have lived for 30,000 years, what problems will they not know how to solve? Send you to me, obviously they want to be lazy, and they have to ask me to take care of this mess." ”

The forty-meter-long fangs suddenly stretched out.

"Your people are going to come and demolish the holy mountain, if you don't take this mess, who will collect it?"

"Get out!" Kai picked up a golden phantom and threw it at Gawain, "It's your people who don't give up, and God knows why they built the Holy Mountain in your troll territory." ”

As soon as the dragon son and grandson saw this golden holy mountain, they had already rushed up and carried them back to their respective nests. Except for our honest trolls, who else will insist on supplying the Holy Mountain with the power of faith for 30,000 years?"

Geraint had no choice but to come out to play the round, pull Kai and say, "Okay, okay, the main reason for coming to you is because of the poison on his body, only you can solve it." ”

"And," Lancelot said, "we were all startled when we spoke, for fear that we would scare the children." ”