The day goes by quickly.

A full moon as bright as topaz was gradually rising on the horizon, and Richard had already taken the second general Hum Ha and Nehru to dive into the stone chamber at the bottom of the lake with the dwarves.

Bringing in the spellcasting team was Robbie's request, and although the three of them were more unreliable than the other, they were experts in the field of magic after all, and they might be able to play a role.

Robbie said that essentia activity changes with the phases of the moon, and that it is the night of the full moon. The Titan eyeball was indeed many times brighter than when I first saw it, illuminating the side of the skull faintly.

In order to block the news as much as possible, the dwarves did not have many people, only the elders and a few related people were present. They were busy making preparations, bringing horns and a large pile of sacrificial instruments, making the whole scene very ceremonial.

The five Titan Successor candidates are all in place, and even in the dwarf dun, they all belong to the special kind of dun, all of them have well-developed muscles on the surface of their bodies, and they are so resolute that they don't seem to inherit essentia, but like they want to act as death squads.

The heirs are said to have drunk only water and eaten unleavened bread a day in advance in order to stimulate their "spirituality".

Richard watched it from the side - these buddies were not an inch from head to toe, only a wolf skin around their waists, very retro and original, probably trying to restore the dwarf costumes of the Titans.

At the moment, several elders were surrounding them, chattering and spreading pure water with wicker.

Their actions reminded Richard of the butcher stall owners in the city, who used wicker to repel mosquitoes and flies in the summer when business was bad.

"What is this doing?" he asked the shaman trio beside him.

Of course, the second general was not smart enough to reply, only Nehru looked at it for a while and replied: "The ritual of driving away bad luck is useless. ”

"Is the claim of inheritance power reliable?" Richard saw several of the Pig Brothers start dancing the primitive dwarven war dance again, and the stone chamber was full of echoes.

The kobold hesitated for a moment and nodded, "It sounds a lot like the legendary shamanic empowerment secret technique." ”

"Be careful. "Richard has a handful of melon seeds in his hand right now.

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but it is said that through this secret technique, the older generation of shamans can pass on their lifelong experience and understanding to the younger generations when they are dying. ”

", you. The lord looked at Nehru with disdain, and felt that this thing must be bragging again, "If you really have this kind of secret art, how powerful are you to save chicken feathers and dusters from generation to generation, and you shamans can still be looked down upon by mages all day long?"

His skepticism is entirely justified, and for each caster, the search for truth is very personal, and the gains of others can only be referred to at best.

If a shaman had the ability to turn this lonely inquiry into a relay run, this alone would be many times stronger than a human mage, how could he be mixed up like this.

"Of course, you can't inherit it all. Although Nehru is usually faceless and skinless, when it comes to the dignity of the shaman, he still has to compete with the faint king, "I estimate that it would be good to inherit half of it at most." ”

"Oh, that makes sense. Richard nodded.

I realized that this thing is not an accumulation of magic power, and it cannot be calculated simply by numbers. Once the older generation accumulates 10% of the empowerments, once they get a 90% discount, the missing 10% may not be useful, and the inheritors may not be able to make up for the missing parts in their lifetimes.

"When does it start?" asked Richard in a whisper, poking Robbie lightly.

"At midnight, the power of the moon is at its peak. "The traditional rituals of the dwarves are generally carried out by the old man, and Robbie can't get involved, so he can only watch from the side with Richard.

Richard waited patiently for a while, and the tedious and lengthy ritual made him sleepy for a while, until one of the elders raised his horn and blew it three times without warning, which frightened the lord so much that he almost jumped on the spot.

His trembling startled Robbie, who was highly concentrated, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Richard rubbed his sleepy eyes and watched the action on the field seriously.

He didn't know if it was the middle of the moon, but it was clear that the preparation ceremony was nearing its end, and the next step was crucial.

The five dwarven heirs, each armed with a pine resin torch and dressed as a fire thief, stood in a line not far from the remains of the Titans.

The elder with the trumpet picked it up and blew it hard.

"Brother Jinsi, come on. Robbie twisted his fingers and whispered a prayer for his people.

Richard watched as the number one light pig brother walked up to the Titan's remains with a reverent face, knelt down on one knee and touched his chest in salute, and then covered his palm over the bright eyeball.

The dwarves were still not well prepared, and the eyeball position was a little too high for them, so that the warrior now had to tiptoe, looking awkward and not serious enough.

"Call out to the Great Titans with the connection of blood!" the Elder's voice was majestic and deep.

The warrior closed his eyes as he was told, and reverently tried to communicate with his heart with the essentia that was close at hand.

"Is it dangerous?" asked Richard in a whisper.

"It feels like it will. The soul essentia carried by the titan is probably not so easy to bear if it is forced to be stuffed into the body of the dwarf. ”

Nehru nodded matter-of-factly, and the experts in the industry were very good at it, but the words "feel", "should" and "probably" revealed the fact that he was also guessing.

"The candidates are already the strongest in the tribe. Robbie's words prove that the dwarves did think about it.

"What if you can't bear it?"

"Maybe it's going to explode. Nehru twisted his fingers into a strand of white hair on his chin, thoughtful.

Richard quietly moved behind the second general, making sure that the troll's door-like body blocked him tightly. He looked up and found that Nehru was no longer visible in his place, and when he turned around, he saw a dog-faced face behind him smiling flatteringly.

However, it turned out that their worries were completely unnecessary, and Richard didn't know what the so-called "calling with blood connection" was all about, anyway, he saw that the warrior had been calling for a long time, and nothing came out except for a sweat.

The eyeball was still so bright, not even the slightest fluctuation, and the slightest bit of feedback was not enough.

Good deeds always take torture to achieve, and the dwarves had already expected this, and another trumpet sounded.

The first number retired with a gloomy face, and the second light pig brother Gui took over his unfinished business, and it didn't take long for him to retreat at a faster pace.

No. 3, No. 4, all the way to No. 5, there was a round of marquee, and there should be no response or no response.

It was obviously a very serious scene, but Richard now had to pinch his thighs hard to hold back his laughter. He felt that the dwarves might not have gotten it right in the first place, and that after tens of thousands of years, the Titan essentia might only have one function left, glowing.