Chapter 181 The Third Chaos Slate (2)

Ron had never been so frightened.

His consciousness became extremely hazy, and all kinds of confusing thoughts and ideas kept emerging from his mind.

If all these gods were dead, then... what were those who had communicated with him? Who was that little girl who had been sitting on his shoulder, a little dazed and falling down from time to time?

The goose bumps stayed on Ron's body and wouldn't go away. They even grew more and more.

At some point, Ron's breathing became more and more rapid, and the wheezing sound sounded like a bellows.

There was even a layer of sweat on his forehead, and his body was already soaked.

Not far away, Lucia seemed to sense something. She barely lifted her slender upper body from the stone, rubbed her big eyes under the crooked mask with her thin fingers, then tilted her head and looked at Ron with some curiosity.

Ron forced a dry laugh to indicate that nothing was wrong.

Lucia was very naive. She didn't think too much about it. Since Ron was fine, then there was nothing to worry about. She adjusted the mask on her face and fell asleep again.

This little girl is extremely addicted to sleep.

Ever since I followed Ron off the Soul Ferry and entered the Dusk Continent, I have been sleeping most of the time.

I have been lying in the coffin for who knows how many years.

"call……"

Ron exhaled heavily, trying to hide the chaotic thoughts and fear in his heart, and then looked at Ifrit again: "Did the old dragon you mentioned say this too?"

"About that." Ifrit nodded. "You know, the lifespan of dragons is very long. Not to mention hundreds of years, thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years is possible."

"Before the dragon race was completely destroyed this time, there were still some old dragons alive in the Dragon Valley who had experienced that war."

"These old dragons have a very high status in Dragon Valley. Although my father is the Dragon King, he can't do anything to them. These old dragons are a bit old after all, and their brains are starting to become a little unclear. In your human terms, should it be called Alzheimer's disease?"

"However, although these old dragons may forget who their sons and wives are, they can never forget the war that happened eight thousand years ago. Perhaps that war has left too deep an impression on these old dragons."

"Because these old dragons are a bit confused, their words often don't make sense and are self-contradictory. In addition, they are in a very high position, so my father can't force them to do anything, let alone lock them up. He just told the dragons in Dragon Valley that these old dragons are confused and their words can be treated as a joke and not taken seriously."

"It's okay, Ifrit, it's okay... Even if it's a story or a joke, tell me everything you heard from those old dragons." Ron said.

He would not take what the old dragon said as a joke.

The more confused and muddle-headed a person seems, with one foot half in the grave, the more important what he says, no matter how outrageous, is, and we must not relax at all.

Although Ifrit didn't quite understand why Ron was so interested in the stories told by these old dragons, he still tried to recall: "According to some old dragons, actually... at the beginning, the dragon clan didn't really want to participate in the war against the Twilight Dynasty."

"It's just that we have to go into battle because of the Dragon God's order."

"In this war, the dragon race suffered the most losses among all the races. After the war, less than one percent of the dragons in the entire dragon race were still alive."

"According to some old dragons, at the end of the Twilight Dynasty, which was also the heyday of the dragon race, there were more than 100,000 dragons. But after the war, there were less than 1,000 left."

This raises another problem.

If the Twilight Dynasty was brutal, how could the Dragon Clan reach its peak under the rule of the Twilight Dynasty? Not to mention, the end of a dynasty is often the craziest and cruelest period, and the survival of the Dragon Clan could only be worse.

However, it was obvious that Ifrit did not notice this small problem and continued:

"It is very difficult for the dragon race to reproduce. After eight thousand years of reproduction and development, they have barely reached the current scale of ten thousand dragons in the Dragon Valley... Unfortunately, after they finally recovered a little, they were all destroyed due to the impact of the Dusk Temple."

Ifrit smiled bitterly: "Perhaps this is the retribution for the dragon race's participation in the suppression of the Dusk Dynasty?"

After a brief pause, Ifrit continued, "Also, although those old dragons didn't say it out loud, I could sense from their tone that they didn't have much respect for the so-called gods. Instead, they had more fear and even... a little resentment."

"Of course, this is just my feeling. I can't confirm whether it is true or not."

"Once, in the Dragon Valley, there was an old dragon who was about to die. All the dragons in the entire Dragon Valley came to see him off. Even an excluded freak like me was allowed to get close to him."

"I thought that this old dragon would say goodbye to his descendants. After all, this old dragon can be said to be an outlier among the dragon clan. He loves those young dragons very much. Even towards me, he doesn't reject me too much."

"But, no."

"When it was on the verge of death, the old dragon just lay quietly on the highest hill in Dragon Valley, gazing at the starry sky. I could see tears dripping from the corners of the old dragon's eyes."

"He was mumbling something in a low voice..."

"What are you talking about..." Ron said subconsciously.

"He said...it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this..."

"He just kept repeating this sentence, but he didn't say what he shouldn't do. It seemed like it was a taboo. I could sense that my father and some other old dragons seemed to know something, but no one spoke. Until the old dragon took his last breath, his words didn't change."

Ron exhaled.

He felt a little regretful.

He knew that what the old dragon wanted to tell was probably some hidden truth.

It’s a pity that due to certain restrictions and fears, Lao Long didn’t dare to tell the truth he knew even until his death.

What on earth is he afraid of? Damn it, if only he could run to Dragon Valley right after crossing into this world and have a good conversation with an old dragon... Of course, this kind of thing is just a thought.

Not to mention, there was no way he could reach the Dragon Valley in such a short time. Even if he got there, he would be sprayed into ashes by the violent dragon.

Ifrit was a little annoyed.

She felt a little regretful. Perhaps she shouldn't have moved out of Dragon Valley so early. She really wanted to tell Ron more, but this was all she had heard about the old dragon.

Of course, if she hadn't moved out of Dragon Valley, she would have never had the chance to tell Ron all this, and would have died under the impact of the Temple of Dusk.

After clearing his throat, Ifrit changed his tone and began to talk about the Panlong Pillar again.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"The nine dragon pillars shone brightly during the Ragnarok War and were worshipped as sacred objects by the surviving dragons."

"It's just that, because the last Dusk King and Dusk Witch were too powerful, eight of the nine dragon pillars were damaged or even broken."

"Except for the one controlled by the Fire Dragon King, all the other Panlong Pillars have been repaired."

"However, although we have found a dwarf master, he is not a true god of craftsmanship after all. Although the dwarf master has repaired the eight dragon pillars as much as possible, the repaired dragon pillars have long lost their former power."

"After the Ragnarok War, the Dragon Clan became the ruler of the Dusk Continent."

"The dragon tribe is used to the wild. Any hilltop or grassland can be used as a dragon's nest. Anyway, there are no other living things that dare to disturb the life of a giant dragon. The dragon tribe has never had any civilization in terms of construction."

"But since you have become the ruler of the Dusk Continent, you must act like a ruler."

"So, the dragon race recruited a large number of workers from various intelligent races, and built the Dragon King Palace according to the blueprints designed by the dwarf master. They also regarded the Dragon King Palace as a symbol of the dragon race's authority."

"The Dragon King at that time, the only surviving Fire Dragon King among the nine Dragon Kings, temporarily issued an order to add all nine Panlong Pillars, including the intact Panlong Pillar in his hand, to the Dragon King Hall as stone pillars supporting the Dragon King Hall."

"At the same time, the Dragon Clan issued an order that in order to maintain the authority of the Dragon Clan, the Dragon Valley will be used as a standard. The area of ​​all cities of humans, elves, giants, dwarves, and orcs cannot exceed the Dragon Valley."

"Using the Dragon King Palace as the standard, whether it is the church's headquarters or the royal palace, the area cannot exceed half of the Dragon King Palace, and the height cannot exceed one-third of the Dragon King Palace..."

When talking about this, one can clearly feel that Ifrit is also quite speechless.

Ron also smiled knowingly. This was indeed something that the dragon clan could do.

After a pause, Ifrit continued, "Although I don't know who left this treasure map, the original Panlong Pillar was forged with the power of the God of Craftsmen, dragon tendons, and the essence and blood of various races. Its solidity is by no means easy to destroy. Therefore, the treasure of this treasure house is definitely not in that Panlong Pillar."

Ifrit's gaze was directed towards the only huge stone pillar standing upright in the vast ruins.

This is the dragon pillar.

Ron had thought before that this giant stone pillar was very lucky as it had avoided all impacts. It turned out that it was just too strong and the impact caused by the Temple of Dusk could not damage it.

Since it's not in this intact giant stone pillar, then it should be hidden in other broken dragon pillars? Ron looked around, and saw broken giant stone pillars scattered everywhere.

Although this is a big project, it won't be too difficult to find it now that we have a goal.

He glanced around and saw that the storm had begun to subside and the frequency of lightning was also clearly decreasing. He had to speed up a bit.

Just as Ron thought, with a specific goal in mind, it was much easier to act. Not long after, Ifrit's voice, slightly filled with joy and surprise, came: "This way..."

Ron's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly: "What did you find?"

Right in front of Ifrit was a broken stone pillar.

It is about two meters long and more than one meter in diameter.

Ifrit had a strange look on his face: "My spiritual sense can sense that there seems to be a piece of...stone embedded in this stone pillar!"

slate?

The second... no, the third Chaos Tablet?

Chapter 2 is here.

(End of this chapter)