Finally, at the source of the great river, the grandfather of the little crocodile fights the Black Hand to the death and defeats the Black Hand.

"Of course I've heard the legend of the Black Hand," said the little crocodile, "and the Black Hand has killed too many water tribes, and if it weren't for my grandfather, the water tribes in the Great River Basin would have been wiped out!" ”

His voice was quite proud, yes, his grandfather defeated the black hand, otherwise the water tribe in the Great River Basin would have been extinct long ago, leaving only some small fish and shrimp, and there would never be the glory of fighting against the sky and the earth today.

For a thousand years, the water tribes sang the praises of his grandfather, calling him the "Demon Slaying Dragon", and when the little crocodile first heard the legend, the people around him all cast admiration and envy at him, because he was the grandson of the "Demon Slaying Dragon".

"If it weren't for your grandfather...... If it weren't for your grandfather......" The old trout said in a trembling voice, a little frightened in his tone, as if he didn't dare to say the next words, this tone attracted the little crocodile, so he had to listen carefully, "If it weren't for your grandfather, the black hand wouldn't have appeared at all!" ”

Rumble! The little crocodile's mind went blank, what did he say? Without my grandfather, the black hand would not have appeared at all? What do you mean?

What does he mean is that the black hand was released by my grandfather?

"What nonsense are you talking about!" The little crocodile shook its head and shouted, "I'm going to call someone, I'm going to drag you out and kill you now!" How dare you slander my grandfather like this! ”

"Slander?" The old trout sneered and said, "Have you forgotten the time we went up to the snow-capped mountains where the great river originated?" ”

"What?"

"The time I went up to the snowy mountains! We found a huge ice cave when we walked in and left you outside, do you remember? ”

The little crocodile remembered that it was the last time he went out three years ago, in order to help him find a way to repair the origin, in two years, they first walked through all the waters, then all the forests, then the broken walls, and finally the mountains and deep valleys.

They set foot on the snow-capped mountains where the great river originated, which was covered with white snow and was not seen all year round.

As the source of meltwater that nurtures thousands of creatures in the Aquarium, the Snow Mountain has always been regarded as a sacred place for the Aquarium, and few Aquarium members have stepped on the white snow, in fact, among the three people in the group, only the old trout has ever come.

In order to find a way to restore his son's origin, His Majesty the Ancient Dragon King set foot on the holy mountain for the first time.

Strange things happened, when he walked to the mountainside of the holy mountain, he suddenly dizzy, as if he had some inexplicable emotion, the little crocodile wanted to help his father rest for a while, but His Majesty the Ancient Dragon King pointed out a direction, saying that there was something calling him.

They rushed over and found it a blanket of snow, and there was nothing on the snow except the claw marks of the birds, the clear footprints of the little beasts, and the pine needles that fell straight down with the mountain wind.

However, when His Majesty the Ancient Dragon King blasted open the snow, they found a huge ice cave, with layers of ice piled up, protruding edges and corners, and sparkling like blue crystal in the sun.

As they walked into the huge ice cave, His Majesty the Ancient Dragon King trembled, and the little crocodile heard him mutter, "It's him...... It's ...... him."

The cold in the ice cave was terrifying, and the little crocodile would soon be unable to move forward, so His Majesty the Ancient Dragon King asked him to wait there, and he and the old trout went in.

Despite his reluctance, the little crocodile had to wait there, desperate to know what was in the ice cave. What made my father tremble? He said "it's him", what did that mean?

He was so eager to know the truth that as soon as his father came out, he pounced on him and asked him, but his father told him nothing, and the old crocodile left with a gloomy face, and his body was clumsy, as if he had suffered some kind of great blow.

The little crocodile thought about it for a long time, and then finally slowly forgot about it. At this moment, he mentioned it again, but the memory was clear again, and he seemed to be in an ice cave again.

What's in the Ice Cave? He couldn't help but think about it.

"You know, what did we find in the ice cave?" The old trout asked.

"What?" The little crocodile asked, with a huge question mark in his mind, he had been wondering what was in the ice cave.

"Your grandfather's corpse." When the old trout said this, he couldn't help but tremble.

"Impossible!" The little crocodile was stunned at first, and then flatly denied it.

How could it be his grandfather's corpse? The legend is very clear that after his grandfather defeated the Black Hand, he himself was seriously injured and soon died in the river, leaving no flesh and blood behind when he died, and his body turned into points of light and scattered, which was the heroic spirit who guarded the river.

The little crocodile had been convinced of this legend for more than ten years, and now the old trout told him that he had found his grandfather's body! How is that possible!

"We walked into the ice cave," recalling what he had seen that day, the old crocodile spoke with a chill and a little trance, as if he was recounting a dream, "in the deepest part of the world, we found the Frozen Throne, oh my God, it was so tall and adorned with all kinds of gems, I really don't understand how it was made." ”

"The throne?" The little crocodile said in a trembling voice.

"Yes, you know what's on that throne? Haha, your grandfather sat on it, let's kneel for him! Said the old trout.

"Nonsense!" The little crocodile angrily rebuked that grandpa had been dead for hundreds of years, and no one could live that long.

"You still have some brains," said the old trout, "and we did find your grandfather, but he was dead, the corpse of a large crocodile, lying on his throne, and your father's eyes were straight at the time. ”

The little crocodile held his breath and stopped talking.

"Do you know why his eyes are straight?" The old trout asked, and then replied to himself, "Because the crocodile's body is very slender, and its limbs have become claws, and there are five hooks on it......"

"He's turned into a dragon?" The little crocodile said in a trembling voice, and he immediately thought of his father, who had been trying to turn into a dragon.

"Not yet," said the old trout, "but it's pretty much the same, his hard armor has turned into scales, but the horns on his head haven't come out yet. ”

"How can this be ......" The little crocodile muttered.

Isn't Grandpa dead? His heroic spirit is scattered in the river, how can he find his body again? Still close to the dragon? What's going on here?

"You're lying, my grandfather ......"

The little crocodile still didn't believe it and accused it loudly.

"Think of your good father," said the old trout, "what drew him there?" He came out dejected, think about it. ”

The little crocodile was silent, yes, his father said "it's him", the ancient dragon clan is a single lineage, my father has no brothers, I am his only son, who else can make him feel good......

"It may be hard to accept," said the old crocodile, "but this is the truth, your grandfather is not dead, he has not turned into a heroic spirit, he is hiding in the snowy mountains, hiding in the ice cave, relying on a strange material cultivation, almost succeeded in turning into a dragon." ”

"Strange substance?" The little crocodile said that he had a keen grasp of the point.

"Yes, we found a huge pool of water next to the throne," said the old trout, "and there are frozen colorful liquids in the pool, and your grandfather relied on them to cultivate during his lifetime. ”

"Colorful liquid!" The little crocodile exclaimed, and immediately thought of those colorful liquids, sent by the lobsters, sent by the silver carp, and a batch was just sent not long ago!

"Doesn't that sound familiar?" The old trout asked, "Your father is doing it too, isn't he?" The people in your family are all so virtuous, and when they hear that they can turn into dragons, they don't eat anymore, and they can't walk anymore. ”

When it came to "turning into a dragon", the old trout's tone was very disdainful, as if he was saying something shameful.

"What's wrong with turning into a dragon?" The little crocodile asked.

"There's nothing wrong with turning into a dragon, the problem is how to turn into a dragon, do you know where that colorful liquid comes from?"

"Where did it come from?" The little crocodile was suddenly a little scared.

"We read your grandfather's manuscript, and your grandfather admitted in it that he made the black hand, a spherical plant covered with thorns, which can quickly reproduce and grow, and he threw this plant called Thorn Ball into the big river, and the Thorn Ball grew wildly, killing almost all the water tribes in the Great River Basin, and he followed behind, safely collecting the blood that flowed out of those water tribes after being stabbed."

"You...... You are talking nonsense......" The little crocodile was still arguing, but his voice was getting quieter.

"From the downstream to the upstream, he collected enough blood, and then he pretended to fight with the thorn ball, pretended to fight, and the black hand was defeated by him, and he became a hero, hehe......"

"No ......" The little crocodile shook his head in pain.

"If you don't believe it, you have to believe it, this is all written by your grandfather himself, after doing all this, he hid in the snowy mountains to complete his great cause of turning dragons, I think, the reason why he can't succeed is that the killing is too heavy, there is a dry heavenly peace, in other words, he deserves it."

The little crocodile was silent, and he suddenly remembered the look of loss on his father's face when he came out of the freezer, and he understood that this story was true nine times out of ten.

If it's true...... The little crocodile suddenly felt a great terror, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he just wanted to find a pillow now, bury his head deep in it, listen to nothing, think about nothing.

However, this was impossible, and the old trout did not want to let him go, and the old fellow was asking again: "How many people did you say your grandfather killed?" ”

The little crocodile couldn't answer, but he knew that it must be a staggering number.

"Your father and I found out the truth," said the old trout, "and then your father rebuked your grandfather loudly, saying that he had died well, and that you were the patron saints of the great river basin, and that you should not do such a mad thing." ”

"Of course my father would!" When the little crocodile heard this, he seemed to grasp a glimmer of light, "Even if my grandfather did such a thing, my father would not ......"

He wanted to say "repeat the mistakes of the past", he wanted to say "my father will not repeat the mistakes of the past", but he suddenly thought, isn't his father cultivating with that colorful liquid? So he fell into the ice cave and was cold until he died.

"Your father won't repeat the same mistakes?" The old trout sneered, and his tone was sarcastic, "I started to think so too!" I followed him in my twenties, and for hundreds of years, I thought he was a wise man, and I thought he would never repeat it......"

At this point, he was already speaking with sadness.

"However, after a few days, he suddenly came to me and asked me to help him raise the Thorn Ball," the old trout said at this point, and suddenly laughed, "I almost thought I heard it wrong, he asked me to help him breed the Thorn Ball, and he asked me to help him raise the Fucking Thorn Ball!" ”

"I asked him, do you want the tragedy of the black hand to happen again? Do you want thousands of water tribes to die? He said......"

"In the end, I didn't agree to do it, you know what he told me? This wise lord with whom I have followed for hundreds of years, this man with whom I have been born and died countless times, he actually told me that since I was unwilling to do this, he hoped that I would keep it a secret, so as if the conversation had not happened. ”

"I agreed, but I didn't expect that the secrecy he wanted was different from the secrecy I thought it was. A few days later, he came to invite me for a drink, and I tried to persuade him not to make a stabbing ball, and this time he agreed, and I was glad to have a few more drinks. After the meal, I went to the elixir garden as usual, and suddenly found that the elixir was missing a leaf, and I didn't know what was going on, and suddenly there was a burning in my abdomen, and then my tongue was also burned, and then your father brought someone to appear, and said that I had eaten the elixir secretly......"

"No......" The little crocodile shook his head painfully, he had been listening carefully, he had changed his mind before, trying to accept all this, he felt that he was mentally tough enough to withstand all this, but when he heard this, he finally collapsed.

He hoped it was all fake, no, I was dreaming, it was all heard in the dream, the dream was all the opposite.

How could my father do such a thing? How could he do this to his subordinates who had followed him for hundreds of years? How he deceived everyone.

He tried to find a reason for his father, whatever it was, he tried to think about it, and then he found it.

"I see," he said, "my father he...... He wants to turn into a dragon, all for me! ”

"For you?" The old trout apparently disagreed.

"He said my injuries were only ...... Only dragon blood can heal, so he wants to turn into a dragon ......" The little crocodile said excitedly, he was excited about the reason he had found, it must be so, my father did this for his own selfishness, he was here to save me!

Although this reason does not change the seriousness of the evil deeds, for the little crocodile, this is really a great psychological comfort, and it is better to do whatever it takes for his son than to do whatever it takes for his own selfishness!

"Alas," the old trout sighed, "you stupid boy, you have been deceived, everyone has been deceived, he is a vile thief, a liar, a traitor! ”

"You talk nonsense!" The little crocodile said loudly that he had finally found a reason that he would not allow people to demolish it at will.

"That's just a reason," said the old trout, "a legitimate reason, the true dragon's blood does cure you, but the dragon's blood can't." ”

"What do you mean?" The little crocodile said in a trembling voice, "Jiaolong? A real dragon? What do you mean? ”