“...... Are you saying that the people who were eaten weren't really people, but a part of my soul?" Diarlandor asked uncertainly, after a long time of thinking about it.

"Yes and no. Faelen folded his hands and replied in a profound manner. After receiving the fierce light in Deirlando's eyes, he immediately explained the following: "This world is not exactly your soul. You have used your spirit as the cornerstone and nourishment to cultivate this spiritual world, one big and one small. But last time, both you and Ryses ingested a large number of human souls in White Moody, and those souls that were eaten by the dragon also entered this dome, opening a new level of development in the dragon realm. ”

"They thrived here like people in the normal world, developed their own civilization, and then became what they are today. The Blood Elf said as he stretched out his hands and made a gesture to show his surroundings.

"You didn't make those strange flying machines for them, and you didn't teach them to make these magical devices?" Dearrando thought that everything here was built under the guidance of Feagle, but he didn't expect that these people had developed the technology themselves.

"I've only been here for fifty years, and everything here has evolved on their own. How many years do you think it's been under this dome?"

"How many years?"

Fikelen looked excited, then raised two fingers.

"Two hundred years?" Diarlando was a little unsure, after all, the last time he saw it, a day and a night in this world was about a minute in his own world. The time of the Dragon Realm is completely decoupled from reality, so it is impossible to tell how many years have passed during that chaotic time.

"No, no. Too little. Faelen shook his head repeatedly.

"Two thousand years?" Diarlandor saw that his expression meant that he was far behind, and simply increased it tenfold in one breath.

"Again, it's been about 20,000 years. Faykelen's answer made Dearrando gasp, he looked around in shock, and then asked, "How is that possible?" and how do you know it's been that long?"

Fakelon stood up, walked to the side of the wall, pressed against the wall, and a crack in the door suddenly peeked out of the wall, and then stretched out. It turned out to be a cabinet buried in the wall.

The cabinet is so deep that it almost eight feet when pulled out. It is divided into five layers. There are a lot of things on each floor. Some of Dearlandor were familiar with scrolls and booklets made of sheepskin or plant fibres or cloth. Others are words or drawings engraved on ceramic or metal vessels. Closest to the outside were a number of books neatly bound in crisp white paper, which looked like prints, more elaborate than the finest plates Dearlandor had ever seen. And there are also lifelike color drawings.

"What is this?" said Dearlando, pulling out a copy and flipping through it. only to find that it was a record of many trivial things in life. A certain day. What I bought and what I did, it seems that I am holding a housewife's diary.

"This is all the transcript that can be collected so far about the appearance of the dragon. The earliest one is from 20,000 years ago. It is recorded on the back of a map of animal skins, which would otherwise be considered sacred. It has been preserved in the most careful way, and we must not be able to see it in its entirety. ”

As he spoke, he slapped another part of the wall, when a smaller cabinet popped out of the wall. A hand-drawn map with multiple worn-out locations hangs inside a rectangular, flat, transparent box filled with some sort of colorless liquid. The one that Diarlando saw was a detailed map of the Dome World, with various minerals and plants on it, and the handwriting looked familiar.

On the back of the map, a series of dates are recorded.

On the 15th day of the fifth month of the first year of rebirth, a white dragon appeared on Mount Amun.

On the 6th day of the seventh month of the fourth year of the rebirth calendar, a white dragon appeared in Lake Terra.

On the 8th day of September in the 12th year of the rebirth calendar, a white dragon appeared in the plains of Sardinia.

......

Such records are densely packed, about fifty or so, spanning more than three hundred years, and the handwriting of the recorders is also different, almost every two or three records are a new kind of note. It seems to have been written down by different people on an ongoing basis when these dragons appeared.

"If you're afraid I'm fake, I can confront the maker of this map with you, after all, you'll still believe Holm's words. When Faekelen finally mentioned Holm, Diarrando immediately said, "Okay, you let him come, I have something to ask." ”

"Why be in such a hurry, I haven't told you about the history of human development here. Think about it, human beings are really powerful, at the beginning, there were only more than 800 people, after a long evolution, they actually survived various problems such as wars, disasters, and shortage of natural resources, and developed to such a prosperous level as they are now. It's no wonder that dragons like to breed them for their own food, and there is no more adaptable creature than humans. ”

Dearlando felt a little unpleasant in his ears, and the current situation had a very chaotic logical circle. He didn't want Reses to hurt any humans, but Risen had to eat human souls in order to survive, and he used to think that it would be good for the young dragon to eat his own souls, but he didn't expect that it was now actually regularly devouring the souls of people in the world in his own mind.

Are these people dead in the first place, and after they died, they entered the realm of dragons, and they can reproduce on their own, and are these people who are reproduced? Is it wrong for Reses to eat them?

Thinking of the Nathan he had just caught, he looked like a living human. Even if you want to comfort yourself, it's not a human being, it's just a product of your own spiritual world. But those individuals who seem to be living with their own independent thoughts are obviously human beings.

Fikelen looked at Deirlando's face cloudy, knowing that he had succeeded in stuning the other party, and now he was in a confusion of logic and belief.

Dearlando scratched his hair in annoyance, paced back and forth in the room, and after pacing twice, he suddenly stopped, looked at Faculen's smug face and asked an irrelevant question: "How did you escape here?"

"Huh?" The Blood Elf didn't expect the other party's mind to suddenly jump to this question.

"How did you escape the cage and sneak here? What's the deal with that one you preach? What heavenly man, liberator...... By the way, they also said you made something called a gravity hammer to break the dome. ”

Faelon asked in surprise, "You don't care about the problem of dragons eating people?"

Diarrando rolled his eyes and replied impatiently: "This question is too complicated, I can't figure it out for a while, and I'll talk about it later." Besides, how do I know that what you say is true, only after I confirm it with Home. Answer my question quickly!"

The blood elf couldn't cry or laugh, he didn't expect this person's thinking circuit to be so strange, he actually skipped the part he couldn't understand directly, and immediately turned to the most critical place.

"It's a long story, when I was in a cage, I was in pain every day. Because I can't stretch, I can't breathe, I can't rest, and as soon as I let go, those spikes will pierce me. Holm and the big lizard came to intimidate me or whip me before it was okay, and over time I didn't feel any pain in being pricked by those thorns. It's probably called a habit. ”

Fei Karen said as he subconsciously stroked the arm of his other hand with his hand. Dearrando could see through the little sleeve rolled up that the skin there was covered with hideous scars, and it seemed that the days of being locked up were not comfortable for Fikelen.

"I think you may not understand that in this world each of us souls seems to be a whole, but it does not have to be a whole. If trained, you can learn to separate one part of your soul from another. Just like me. As he spoke, he removed his left hand, then his left forearm, then his left upper arm.

In the end, he even lifted his head and gave Dearlando a hat salute. Although I knew that the other party was just playing some tricks, it was still too terrifying to see a person take apart himself bit by bit like a doll.

"And then, I found a day when Holm and the big lizard were gone, and I took myself apart little by little, threw myself out of the cage, and then put it back together little by little. At that time, I was not very skilled, and I really shed a lot of blood, but it can't be called blood, but my soul is injured and lost. You see, if I hadn't learned how to groom my soul, how horrible I would be now?"

The Blood Elf reassembled his body as he spoke, but this time all the exposed parts of his body showed terrible scars, those crisscrossing wounds were deep and shallow, and every inch of skin was covered in layers.

Diarlando was not a timid person, but he was still taken aback by the terrifying appearance of the humanoid creature in front of him, although the blood elf said it lightly, but his method of escape was not tragic. What's even more terrifying is that after experiencing all this tragedy, he can still talk to himself so calmly, there must be some terrible revenge waiting for him.

"Do you think I must hate you and want to get revenge on you?" said Fellen as he pouted, saying what was on Deirlando's mind. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although I have been through great pain, I think I still have to thank you." Because without this experience, how can I re-examine my soul and discover my potential?"

"What potential ......?" Dearrando felt his mouth dry a little, and he always felt as if the person in front of him had everything in hand. (To be continued......)