In the yearly expectations, the intersection with dragon creatures is at most an encounter.

For example, when the caravan walks in the deep mountains, he encounters a giant dragon sleeping on gold and silver treasures, and perhaps a princess and warriors who were caught. For some reason, players have to provoke the evil dragon, and then carry it with its arousal to get up and produce some intense and thrilling small fragments.

But no matter what, it shouldn't be like now, letting two wooden boats flow out of the deep mountains and waterways and rush straight into the pile of golden dragons that happened to gather for a meeting, turning them into small pieces to relieve boredom.

The reason why every Nian thought they were having a meeting at this moment was because she found that the dragons lie in a very regular and neat position. Judging from the size, the front row is generally petite, the back row is generally huge, and the two rows are interlaced, all facing the direction of the fleet, and with this as the center, a semicircle is scattered.

The giant dragons that flew from the sky also stuffed themselves into several empty spaces. The dragons on both sides moved friendly, looking at the two ships and on the mountain where the water cave was located, as if waiting for the next command.

The dragon group is quiet, and the players on the boat are quieter.

Every year I looked back and tried to tilt my neck, wanting to see what kind of big man was squatting on the mountain, but my eyes could not exceed the steep stone wall in front of me.

The turbulent underground river flows to the surface, and the river channel is as wide as the field of view, which makes people feel desperate about these two wooden boats that suddenly slow down.

The members of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group took the first move. After seeing Niannian and the other two, Qi Youfeng quickly moved to Niannian's side, and he also took a few steps to Niannian's side.

Nick glanced at Dion, who had quietly thrown his female companion to meet up, raised his hand and pressed down, stopped York's action of summoning the mount, turned around and looked at the dangerous peaks in front of him that gradually retreated as the ship moved over Simir

"The road is what you mean."

——You should solve the problem, otherwise you will be solved.

"The road itself is fine, but I haven't said there are no local residents on the roadside, right?" Simier was quite innocent.

"Then we might as well give our host some gifts to meet, but we don't know if they like to eat creatures like Dark Mage."

Every Nian's tone was chilly, and Simire shrank his neck and said sincerely in the encirclement where the mercenary group suddenly tightened, "Everyone is a well-educated and intelligent creature, so say it well if you have something to do."

He whispered every year, "Don't speak human words."

After saying that, she looked at Qi Youfeng, "Let the brothers and Sister Wu from the Dragon Village don't panic, we are going to stop the boat and dock."

"Um."

Qi Youfeng immediately rushed to the bow of the ship to pass the message. Nick looked at the sailless ship and called Sarah to work.

By the time Qi Youfeng led Sister Wu and Gongzi Yan back, the ship had been pushed in a direction by the current and was stranded on the shore.

"If you can chat, admit your mistake first, then negotiate. If you can't negotiate, you will run away directly."

To briefly explain every year, Craft had already been busy under the deck of the stern of the boat, and was always ready to turn the stern of the boat into the bow and withdraw to the waterway inside the mountain.

Young Master Yan turned around and left, twisted his neck and said to Niannian, "I'll go and comfort the others and don't let them drag their backs."

"Where is the ship in front?" Sister Wu pointed ahead, and the ship that was traveling around the world was still slowly drifting downstream along the river.

"Wish them good luck." Niannian replied lightly. Sister Wu was quite surprised, but she didn't ask any more questions.

The ships in Xingtian stopped soon, but they did not have helmsmen like Sara. Their anchors were left farther away from the ship.

"I'll go up and take a look," Seeing this, Nian Nian raised her cloak, raised her hand and grabbed the back collar of Simir's robe, "You can go together, and you can't agree on your rear."

The person who said the waterway was safe was Simier, and the person who reminded them that the dragons could communicate was Simier. If there was a deviation in her understanding, then let Simier fall into a supplementary food to feed the young dragon on the shore.

Before Nian could strangle her neck, Simire automatically floated into the sky. This straightforward and neat approach made Nian feel a little relieved, and the safety factor of talking to the dragon also increased.

"Wait." Nick pressed Niannian's shoulder and pressed down, "You only represent this mercenary group for the time being, only represent me."

Nian Nian smiled, "I know, aren't there many people who can fly? I'm just a messenger."

There are several players from the Yunji Sword Sect who have newly upgraded their sword-controlling skills. Unfortunately, they have not completely overcome the fear of acrophobia and gravity, and they are flying crookedly.

"Speak with your word."

Nick pinched her face, took a step back, watching her rush into the sky, and went up the cliff with Simire.

This mountain was much taller than she thought, but the giant dragon on the mountain was weaker and older than she thought.

Compared with the dragons lying on the ground, although they are both golden, the scales of the dragon are really dim, and the lizard-like body is coiled into a ball, and the wing membranes of the two wings are almost transparent and drooping on both sides of the body, which makes people seriously doubt whether they can send their owners to the blue sky again.

There are many tall translucent stones scattered around the dragon, square and round, with different colors. They shine brightly under the repeated refraction of sunlight and ice, so beautiful that it seems to not belong to this world.

Every year I looked at the crystal-like stones, but I didn’t feel dazzling, and I was even more convinced that these stones had extraordinary origins.

Niannian and Simire stood a hundred meters away from the dragon, approaching it respectfully and slowly, lowering their heads slightly.

"Traveler, I am the leader of the Dragon Clan Tesgertai. Where did Er and others come from? Why did they come here?" The dragon narrowed his eyes and his head resting on his front paws moved.

"I am a member of the Elf tribe. I am returning from China with my friends and being brought here by the Underground River. I am not intentionally breaking into the noble territory. I hope I will forgive you."

He answered steadily every year, but was not scared by the hot breath of the dragon.

The dragon opened its eyes and looked at it, "It turned out to be a neighbor in the Feathers Forest. Our tribes have not met for nearly a thousand years. It was not intentional disturbance, but it may be a divine intention to come today, so it might be a matter of fact."

Simire had been standing behind Niannian, and suddenly poked her in the back with a bone staff.

Originally, Nian Nian wanted to ignore the task prompt, but Semir tapped her back again, as if she was worried that she would not find the keywords. She used a bone staff to write and draw on her back. Judging from the touch, it should have been written with those bone fingers.

"I have read the classics of the elves. According to records, before the Creator God fell asleep, the dragon tribe voluntarily protected him. Is the divine will you talk about the will of the Creator God?"

Simire knocked her shoulder hard, and every year knew that she had said the wrong thing, and the raised head of the dragon in front of her also proved this.

"Are those people at the foot of the mountain your friends?" Tesgeltai asked an inconsistent question.

"Some are, some are not, but they are always the same passers-by and have some friendship." Every year answered truthfully.

Tesgeltai shook his neck, and the red dragon breath spurted out from its mouth and nose. Every year when facing the dragon, he felt a wave of heat coming to his face, but there was no sign of melting on the snow and ice on the top of the mountain.

"There is a story that there should be no record in the classics of your elves." Tesgeltai lay back on the ground, his gurgling voice mixed with a somewhat low tone, as if it came from a distant past.

"After the Creator God created the three tribes of humans, elves and dwarves, they asked these tribes to choose what they thought was the most precious thing to offer to the Creator God."

Every year, she put her hand behind her back and made a middle finger at Simier. She didn't want to hear any inexplicable myths here.

"The elves presented the seeds and seedlings of all the plants and trees in the world, and the dwarves presented the most exquisite and luxurious gems and jewelry in the world, and the human race," Tesgertai was silent for a moment before saying, "their eldest son was presented."

"Their eldest son? All?" Niannian couldn't help asking, and then compared his middle finger to Simier. Are the ancestors of this human race crazy? Who wrote this background story?

"Well," Tesgeltai also felt a little sigh, and seemed to be in deep thought. After a few minutes, he continued, "You might as well guess which tribe of the Creator God likes the most."

"Is it the human race?" Niannian boldly speculated.

"The Creation God likes the human race's gifts very much," Tesgeltai nodded, "so he gave the human race a powerful reproductive ability, and deprived them of their lifespan, allowing them to live for only a hundred years."

I am speechless every year, is this called liking?

"The Creation God also likes the elves' gifts, so he gives the elves the hearts that are connected to the forest, so that they can only feed on plants and trees."

"The Creator God also likes the offerings of the Dwarves very much, so he gave the Dwarves outstanding craftsmanship and allowed them to hide in the dark mines for life."

After being silent every year, I suddenly had a not-so-great guess.

"The place where I am is the place where the Creator God received the tribute." Tesgeltai did not disappoint every year.

"Each of you can give away what you think is the most precious thing. If one of you can satisfy the Creator God and bring down the miracle again, I will let you all leave here safely."
Chapter completed!