Thirty-two dragon eggs below
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"No, no. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info" The Messiah shook his head as if something suddenly came to mind, "It's impossible for this dragon egg to hatch. ā
"Huh?" Ian was stunned, "Is this egg for eating?"
The Messiah gave him a blank look and said, "This joke is not funny. If you take a closer look around, you will know that in such a small place, it is basically impossible for the Dragon Emperor to enter. And dragon eggs require dragons to hatch for a long time, even if they are dragon emperor's eggs, so it is impossible for this egg to hatch at all. ā
Messiah said, frowning, and continued, "But why are you here, dragon eggs should be nothing more important to dragons that are not easy to reproduce." ā
Ian was in a much better mood when he heard that it was impossible for the dragon egg to hatch, at least it ruled out that they had encountered the Dragon Emperor Insex too soon. Now they are alone, men and women, with no equipment and no food, and they have two small pieces of fire on them. If you meet the Dragon Emperor, you can even lie directly on the ground and choose a comfortable position to die.
The Messiah was still holding his head up, looking at the dragon egg above his head, looking thoughtful. Ian really didn't want to study an egg here, so he walked up and pinched Messiah's face, uh-huh, cold and comfortable.
Messiah's face was pinched and deformed by Ian, and she glared at Ian angrily: "What are you doing!"
Ian said with a smile: "Miss, what are you doing studying an egg for so long, let's go on the road." ā
"On the road, on the road, just tell me, why pinch my face. The Messiah was a little unhappy, but there was a wonderful feeling in his heart.
Ian snorted, took the Messiah's hand again, and trotted down the passage at the other end. The Messiah was dragged away by him in a puff, and his face was soaked in a beautiful red.
The two entered the passage again, and this passage was as big and as dark as the one before. Ian could only light the torch again and walk in front, and he could also hold the Messiah's little hand in the name of beauty. In fact, they walked in such a narrow passage one after the other, as if there were only two of them left in the world.
"Go, go slower. The Messiah tugged at Ian's hand and tried to slow him down. Ian slowed down as he saw colorful murals on the walls around him. This is a real fresco, not the simple and meaningless lines of the previous passage.
"This is a dwarf?" Ian easily saw what the mural depicted, a small man, a large nose, and short legs. Thousands of dwarfs were holding hammers, lined up in a neat square, not knowing where to go.
The Messiah also looked at the murals on the wall, thoughtful.
"Legend has it that the dwarves were wiped out by dragons a hundred years ago. Ian thought for a moment and asked with some uncertainty, "Is this the record of such a war? ā
"Just walk ahead. The Messiah said, "If it were, there would have been a dragon in front of it." ā
Ian nodded, and continued to pull the Messiah forward. The murals on the walls are very long, one by one, and each one is painted with dense dwarfs, which looks a little comical. But these dwarves were certainly not armoured soldiers with hammers.
It's a huge war, big enough to wipe out the race. Ian thought.
If this war is really as depicted in the mural, with so many dwarves participating in the war, then the cloud plague is really nothing compared to it.
As the two walked, the murals on the walls recorded the dwarves' preparations for war. Mobilization, requisition, training, and the final march are lined up in a long line, and they don't know where they are going.
Ian continued walking, and suddenly noticed that the mural was gone.
He was stunned, and then he realized, the mural was just gone? This battle only recorded the march, not even the opponent, not even the ending? So what is the point of this mural? He raised the torch in front of him a little, and found that the wall in front of him was empty.
"Is that the end of it?" Ian thought incredulous, "Could it be that the dwarves haven't been paid their last salary, and they won't help with the painting?"
The Messiah was also a little puzzled, but he couldn't say why, so he shook his head gently: "Maybe something happened." ā
Ian shrugged, how could he know about such a thing. It's just a pity that I didn't see the end of this huge war, but it's not a pity to think about it, this war must have been lost, otherwise how could the entire empire not find a few dwarves?
The two of them continued to walk forward, and after walking for long, they saw the hole in front of them again. The passage had come to an end, but to Ian's strange feeling, there was a faint glow at the entrance of the cave, just like the cave before.
The two quickened their pace, stepped out of the passage, and walked into a confined space again. As they expected, above their heads, there was a dense night pearl, which was emitting a faint green light at the moment.
"The Iliad is too rich. Ian looked at so many night pearls and said with envy, "Thousands of gold coins of Ye Mingzhu are nailed to this one by one. If you take all these beads out, you must be able to buy half of the empire. ā
"With so many beads taken out at the same time, then the Night Pearl will definitely not be so valuable. The Messiah gave a rare answer to Ian's bad words. Ian thought about it and nodded.
"There's just no chance to take these things out there. Ian sighed, "How pretty." ā
"If you want, I'll give you one when I get back. The Messiah looked into Ian's eyes and said seriously, "Take it as a reward for you." ā
Ian scratched his head and smiled: "That's a good feeling, well, for the sake of your night pearl, we still have to work hard to get out." ā
The Messiah smiled as well, nodding slightly. Then she raised her head again and looked overhead, but the next moment, her face was not very good-looking.
Ian caught the change in Messiah's expression, and was a little puzzled, thinking that it could be another dragon egg?
He thought about it and looked up. Soon, his expression became exciting, if he had swallowed a rotten egg.
He looked back at the Messiah and smiled wryly and pointed to the top of his head: "That's what you said, dragon eggs that won't hatch?"
I saw that in the middle of many night pearls, it was another dragon egg. It's just that unlike the dragon egg you see, this dragon egg is hollow.