This little mummy has been awake for two hundred years, and if my guess is correct, the dwarves migrated a thousand years ago, leaving him alone in the coffin, I don't know why. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He is not dangerous, he can even be said to be just a naïve child, except for the strange breath, he has no strong abilities.

And he loves to cry, he can't stop crying, and it's useless to persuade anyone. I was helpless and smiled bitterly: "Don't cry, don't play with the lift, I'll take you out to play." ”

When he heard this, he shrank in fright: "No, no, no, the sun will melt me, I can only hide here." ”

As he spoke, the tears stopped. I was amazed and understood his situation, this guy couldn't leave the pyramid, he had to hide here forever, and everyone would go crazy.

I can't even imagine what the consequences would be if I was allowed to play here for two hundred years, it was a miracle that he didn't break down.

I thought about it and waved my palm, and a water-based magic bubble appeared in front of us.

The little mummy's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stared at it non-stop. I laughed and said, "You blow and see." ”

He blew carefully, and the bubbles immediately floated upward, but immediately fell again. He immediately understood how to play and began to blow excitedly.

This is probably the second toy he's come across in 200 years. I watched him play for a long time before he said, "Why did they keep you? ”

The little mummy's face was also wrapped in a white cloth, and his eyes were very confused, but he still explained: "It was the priestess who asked me to stay, she already expected what would happen, and I will stay here and wait for the dwarf to return." ”

This may have been what the priest told him, and no one knows the secrets of the dwarves.

I asked, "And what else did she confess, and who are you?"

He tilted his head: "She said, I am the prince of the dwarves, and I must endure a thousand years of pain to guide my people back to the kingdom." My name is Gabhusa, which means King of the Desert. ”

These must have been told to him by the priest, and he only replied to me mechanically, without the imposing air of the King of the Desert.

But I'm sure of his identity, the little dwarven prince of a thousand years ago, a bloodline of the dwarven royal family.

As far as I know, the dwarven royal family is buried in the form of a mummy after death, preserving the body forever. I didn't expect that the living prince was also turned into a mummy, I'm afraid it was to keep him alive forever.

The means of dwarf sacrifice are also up to the sky, and it has to be amazing.

I pondered for a moment, and the little prince was playing with bubbles, and he accidentally stumbled and almost fell into the lava flow.

I hurriedly grabbed him: "Be careful, listen to me first." "His clear eyes looked at me, unstained, almost like a baby.

I couldn't help but soften my tone: "I'm here to help the dwarves recover the country, do you have anything to do?

The little prince seemed to remember that he had something to do, and stretched out his hand: "Give me the hammer of Gabka, the little hammer just now." ”

I didn't hesitate, I gave him the hammer, and he walked to the elevator, saying aggrievedly as he went: "I want to vomit." ”

He wanted to vomit when he saw the lift, and it was embarrassing for him, but I was still playing when I came, and it was amazing that I wasn't crazy.

I smiled to myself, picked him up, and flew straight up. He was pleasantly surprised: "yes, it feels so comfortable to fly!"

Above are numerous metal decks that separate the Underworld from the pyramids, with only a few exits.

I flew out of an exit and asked him where he was going, and he swallowed: "I'm going out." ”

I was stunned: "Aren't you going to be sunburned? ”

The little prince waved the little hammer triumphantly: "With the Gabkasa hammer, I am not afraid of the sun." ”

Really?

Then I obeyed him and flew with him to the door. As a result, he shrunk his neck and shivered, and was immediately frightened.

Looking at him like this, I knew that he had sneaked out, and as a result, he was in pain and instinctively fearful.

I didn't go out right away and let him ease things up. I even suggested, "Why don't you wait until midnight before going out?"

The sun was too fierce in broad daylight, and he would be miserable every time the little hammer worked.

However, he didn't listen, and he rekindled his courage: "I want to go out immediately, it'll be fine." ”

He asked me to take him out as if he were coquettish, and the little boy was very stubborn.

Then I didn't hesitate, and flew out with him immediately.

In the vast abandoned city-state, the yellow sand covered the sky, and the earth baked by the scorching sun, even I felt a sultry heat.

The little prince's body froze for a moment, and the sunlight shone on him, as if it were reacting, making his white cloth loose, as if it was about to fall off.

Fortunately, the little hammer reacted immediately, and a faint red light flashed, covering the little prince's body.

"Look, it's okay. ”

The little prince was completely relieved, smiled simply, and looked at the top of the pyramid.

I teleported him up, and his face was lost in thought as he stepped on the pyramid with both feet on it.

This is not the calmness that should belong to his age, and the temperament of the king of the desert is slightly revealed.

I watched him silently, and he crouched down and stroked the fist-sized hole, as if thinking about something.

I looked at him for a long time before he turned to look at me: "You stay away from here, I'm going to start a fire on the earth, and it will burn you." ”

Igniting fire?

His tone was very serious, as if he had been protected by the previous sacrifice, where is there still the innocence that a little boy should have.

Maybe he has some dwarven ancestor's heritage, and I feel like he has two souls in him.

Nodding his head, he flew back and flew for nearly a kilometer before stopping. From a distance, the little prince squatted at the top of the pyramid like a bird, inconspicuous at all.

I could see it clearly, he was moving very slowly, very sacred, as if he was worshipping.

He lifted and lowered the hammer, and then he grabbed it in his palm and began to tap the hole.

The hole was the size of a fist, about the size of a small hammer. He struck the edges, making a strange metallic sound.

I was in a daze, because the sound was so peculiar that it was like a bell for nothing.

Is that a rumor that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day?

The wind whisper of the dwarves?

A magical aura flowed in the desert, and the yellow sand fluttered softly, as if it had been summoned by some kind of summons.

The little prince's strength grew, and at last he knelt strangely and struck the pyramid with all his strength, as if striking iron.

The whole pyramid echoed with that strange sound, and I felt the air get hotter and hotter, and at that moment, there was a deafening impact from inside the pyramid.

With a loud bang, a red and purple fire burst out from the hole, instantly submerging the little prince.

I was amazed, the scorching flames even exceeded the temperature of my dragon's breath, and they rose higher and higher, like the beacon fire of the Beiqian Empire!

The desert was covered with red light, and the little prince stood still in the fire, covered in flames. (To be continued.) )