Chapter 426 Freeze Crisis

Author: Going to Winter

Chapter 426 Freeze Crisis

Icha tried to get Moroje River to recall all the contents, but failed.

"Stop using memory enhancement techniques on me." Morojelifu held his forehead, showing pain, "I have only heard half of the song, and I can't make up anything I haven't heard."

He looked at her and corrected her seriously: "Two sentences. You have only heard two sentences."

Morojelifu was unable to argue and lowered his eyes as a nod. "Only dream singers can sing the rest. Some words... are meaningful only when sung by dream singers. You know who to ask."

"He won't tell me."

Of course, Yicha knew that she was talking about Bolozier. Among the only three conscious dragons left, the Green Dragon was the descendant of the Dreamsinger family. Although he said that he was not proficient in many repertoires, even Moro Ye

If Liv has also heard it, maybe this is not an uncommon song.

Bolozier should know.

Yi Cha stood up and groped deeper into the dungeon.

The two sides of the dungeon are quite grand, but not flat, as if the pioneers have reached a balance between an intimate cave and a functional prison. Traces of ancient sealing magic remain on the ground and walls - I just checked

However, most of the curse seals remained intact, and the energy was layered and clear, and it actually seemed quite solid. He couldn't help but wonder whether this place was built before the Dream Kingdom ruled.

Behind the dungeon is a guardrail with the same kind of magic, and beyond that is a long series of identical cells.

Yi Cha passed through without any obstacles. At the end of the cell was an uphill slope. On the other side of the uphill slope was an abyss with no bottom visible. Above was a high cave with a dark mist filling it at the top.

's opening.

He sang the songs of those giant spirits. Soon, a gray giant spirit head came down from above through the dark mist.

"Ah, they are our important relatives and friends." The gray translucent head said in a familiar tone.

"Have you heard of me?"

"Of course." Contrary to the vague appearance, this giant spirit seems to have a lively and lively personality, "'Tongue Coat' Nubi Soso has spread the good news you brought among us. I will prepare it early the morning after tomorrow.

Set off."

Yichan hummed in agreement. "I want to ask a question: How does the djinn's singing compare with the dragon's dream music?"

"My friend, I have never thought of such a thing." The giant spirit said in surprise.

Unifying standards is always one of the eternal problems in pandimensional research, especially when it does not exist objectively.

But this is not purely academic research at the moment.

So Yi Cha nodded: "Yes. Please try your best to compare. Strength, speed, power, diffusion, etc. Please forgive me for using such ugly words to describe these beautiful things."

"It doesn't matter. Just let me think about it." The giant spirit said kindly.

"An amazing creature." Yi Cha smiled, "Besides - I have one more request."

"Please feel free. My dear friend."

"Teach me one of your poems."

…

…

Yi Cha did not stay long before returning to the original cell.

The silver dragon was like a gray rock, still huddled in the corner. Seeing Yi Cha come in, it stared at him in confusion, "How did you get there?"

The cells are naturally a fully enclosed structure. From Moro Yelifu's perspective, Yicha suddenly sank into the wall full of ancient magic seals, and then suddenly emerged unscathed.

"It's not a good idea. I won't teach you." Yi Cha said casually.

Moro Yelifu held her chin and regained her numb expression. "That's right, I think you... won't enter an inescapable prison unprepared."

"Don't talk about this."

Yi Cha sat down directly next to her, "Are you about to enter a state of catalepsy?"

I once heard Moroje River say before that the first step in breaking up a dream is to become immobile due to physical and mental exhaustion, and then after a period of time, it will lead to madness, and finally death from complete disorder.

When he first arrived at Dorsika East Castle, most of the silver dragons he saw had already entered a state of immobility. They were unable to think and interact, and could only maintain the most basic physiological activities.

"Maybe." Moroje River replied vaguely.

"Can you hold on until the restart?" Yi Cha came closer and looked at her.

The silver dragon's hair also lost its luster, and the broken hair on his forehead was messy on the leaf-shaped scales. He waved his finger in front of her again, and Moroje River just blinked.

"Maybe... until tomorrow afternoon." Moroje River said.

This is a euphemistic way of saying "can't". And the actual situation may be worse than what she said. Yi Cha thought about feasible solutions. Keeping her with energy infusion may be able to temporarily keep her body alive, but it will not affect her spirit.

Tired but unable to do anything.

He thought of lucid dreaming and Luoyue Lake.

"If I surround you with a lot of fantasy energy now, can you survive until the restart? I know such a place."

"That……"

Moroje River's eyes suddenly lit up. "Can you let my people go?" Her tone became urgent, and she grabbed his wrist again - her hand was very cold, but luckily his arm

Has recovered. "Let them go... They need relief so much. I don't want them to have to endure this kind of torture before restarting..."

"No. I can only take you one."

This was already a risky behavior. Norole already had his own consciousness, not to mention that when going to Luoyue Lake, he would have to face Sariel's gaze directly. He had not decided yet. If he wanted to definitely bring Silver with him,

After the dragon is gone, we have to make other plans.

"It's just me, forget it." Moroje River returned to his dull tone, and his expression darkened.

"That's strange. You said you could only hold on until tomorrow afternoon. I made this suggestion and you refused. What do you want to do? Do you have any other ideas?" Yi Cha said, lighting up a magic fire next to him - he

It's not that I didn't feel that the silver dragon's body temperature had begun to lose.

Moroje River opened her eyes. The flames shone on her pale face, but it did not add any vitality.

"Restarting is a last resort. I still find it hard to accept it." She put her hands on her knees again and curled up into a ball. "What I hope most is to protect my current clan members."

She laughed.

This was the first time Yinlong laughed. His voice was hoarse, like a ghost crying. "I'm sorry. Let a demon hear this. You must think my mood is very ridiculous. At such a helpless moment, I still think about this.

I still want everyone to maintain their dignity, and I still can’t let go of those stupid consciences... It’s obvious that I am dragged down by these thoughts and am extremely weak..."

"Conscience and dignity are not ridiculous, and they have nothing to do with strength." Yi Cha interrupted her, "It's just that you are weak."

He grabbed Moroje River's arm, threw her on his back, opened the classification method, and walked through the dungeon wall that had become a smooth path.
Chapter completed!