As soon as the words fell, several elders had no time to refute. In the eyes of the dwarves, the Titan remnants were unwilling to be lonely like a leather monkey, and with a flick of their legs, they landed on the head of the tallest hum general, jumping around.

The troll was tall with three blades, and the reckless act of jumping around on the two heads of the three blades off the ground immediately scared the dwarven elders into a nervous disorder.

Obviously he wanted to scream, but he was even more afraid that the scream would disturb it, and chased after him like a eunuch serving the little emperor for fear of falling.

"It's worthy of being a Titan relic, so fond of staying in high places. "Richard can see that this little thing is not big but not small, from the roof to the head of the troll, it likes to go high and high.

Aside from his penchant for jerky and his hatred of Nehru, he rarely shows strong tendencies of liking and disliking. But at this moment, they showed a simple smile, and seemed to like this little thing that was presumptuous above their heads. Carefully raise your palm and let it climb up.

"Chiqiu!" the little thing bounced off the troll's palm again, as free as the wind, leaving the short-legged dwarven elder on the ground with a long sigh of relief.

Richard instinctively reacted and stretched out his arm, and immediately felt a sinking in his hand, and he firmly stuck the little thing in the middle with both palms, and finally there was no possibility of getting lost.

It was less than two feet tall, weighing about four or five pounds, and at first glance it looked like a fox or a wolf, but judging by its posture, it should be on all fours and upright, with two front paws that were more flexible and easy to hold, and a long, fluffy tail wandering around behind it.

The contours of its body have a kind of smoothness that has been tempered for thousands of years, and the black fur is not even a little variegated, and the only pair of eyes is a bright red like burning coal. With a wave of his claws, Richard realized that there was a layer of membrane between its forearms and abdominal ribs, which should be used for gliding.

"It's a bit of a slippery. "Lord Lord, to tell you the truth, there was a sticky stuff on the outer fur, like grease or egg whites.

A group of dwarves who had fallen into a stupor finally reacted and hurriedly said, "Give it to me." ”

"Chiqiu!" Richard instinctively thought something was wrong when the little thing was stuck and couldn't move, and quickly raised his hand to throw it to the dwarf as if he were calling again.

"Wow. There was a flash of lightning, and the smell of burnt feathers came from the air.

The elders were collectively burned out of the head, which is the standard configuration of fashionable young people in the southern province in recent years, and it is very good to put it on their heads to feel like they are chasing dreams and sunsets.

It was a masterpiece of static electricity, and Richard whistled: "It's not bad, I actually inherited the Titan's thunder spell!"

It's just a bit of a shrunk, the legend says that the Titan holds the power of the sky and thunder, and to its light, gliding and static electricity, it's even bigger than the gap between snails and scalpers.

"Chiqiu!" it cried out again.

The dwarven elder was not stupid, and hurriedly threw a long pass back to Richard. But the lord's vigorous skills are beyond the imagination of this group of old men, and in a hurry, they dragged Nehru in front of them, so this thing screamed and joined the old dream team.

"Sample. Richard put down Nehru and carried the skin of the Titan's neck.

From antiquity to the present day, he may be the only person who has accomplished this feat single-handedly, and he should be remembered in the history books.

After using the lightning twice, it looked a little sluggish, its big ears drooping feebly and motionlessly, only occasionally rolling its eyeballs to look pitifully at the humans in front of it.

"It's so dark. Richard sighed heartily.

It's really black, it's black without variegation at all, it's so black that you can't hide it in the night, and it's exposed because it's obviously darker than the surroundings.

Folklore has it that black animals, such as black cats and dogs, are born with spirituality, and if it is true, then this little guy is worthy of the prestige of the Titans just by his appearance.

"You're saying that dwarves can't withstand the Titan's essentia. Richard tapped Nehru's fluffy dog head and reprimanded him for running a carriage with his mouth, "It's okay to be such a little thing." ”

"Wronged, after so many years, maybe it has already leaked, who can guess. "Nehru was quite aggrieved.

"Look!" Robbie suddenly shouted, pointing to the remains of the Titans.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and today's changes had already surprised everyone and made everyone tired. Nerves are so dull that even when all of Pompeii's comedy masters gather together to sing and dance, they can reply with an expressionless "oh".

But what they saw at this moment still made everyone slowly open their mouths.

The huge, historical, perhaps world-only titan's head, is inexorably turning into ashes in the sky. Hair, skin, fat, muscles, and bones disappear from the surface to the inside, like a castle of yellow sand suddenly collapsing and scattering, each collapse accelerating the annihilation of the whole.

In the end, only one ember remains, witnessing the existence of the past.

The dwarves looked sad, and some even wept with red eyes. They carefully collected the ashes with sacrificial utensils and prepared to bring them back for burial.

"After completing the final mission, we can finally return to dust. Robbie looked down and sighed.

"yes. ”

For Richard, whether it is a Titan or essentia, including the newborn little beast, it can be said that it has little to do with him.

Originally, he was an unrelated spectator, but at this moment, he suddenly felt an irrepressible sadness and sighed.

This small thing, which is less than two feet tall and weighs only about four or five pounds, may be the only ray of light that those titans of ancient times have passed through countless years of time after the genocide to shine into the present day.

The once invincible Titans are long gone, and that era has become a past that can only be rummaged through old papers.

And there is a gap of tens of thousands of years between this last remnant and his last known ancestor. Compared with his god-like ancestors, his size and abilities are so insignificant, and he has also lost the ability to look down on the world, and all he has is the name of a Titan.

It's as if a ghost from an ancient time has appeared in a time that shouldn't have belonged to him. Like a thread of silk, a faint connection between the ancient and the present is re-established.

Maybe no one can fight against time, maybe the effort will be smoothed out after all, but perhaps, the attempt itself is meaningful.

Its existence, like the Titan, the last messenger of the ancient overlord, travels through the long time, just to tell future generations - "I, still alive." ”

"Chiqiu!" cried out pitifully to the little thing, as if very dissatisfied with the situation in which he was being carried by the back of his neck.

"Then call it Chiqiu. Richard held Chiqiu high with both hands.