Chương 178: Chapter 178: Disturbance of the Black Sun
"The Huoxu clan is willing to become the vassal of the great dragon, to submit under the wings of the dragon."
Krichens translated.
Garlon nodded slightly.
After listening to many conversations between the Fire Dwarves and Krichens, Garlon could already understand some of their general meanings without needing Krichens to translate anymore, although not yet specific and accurate enough.
Soon, after discussing the Dwarven language with Krichens, he would be able to understand and speak it.
However, since the Fire Dwarves had become vassals, they needed to learn the Dragon language or the Common tongue to cater to the dragon's language, rather than expecting Garlon to accommodate them by speaking Dwarven. Garlon learning Dwarven was merely out of personal interest and hobby.
This task, for now, was handed over to Krichens.
Most Dwarves are straightforward, taciturn, and not particularly wise, but their spellcasters, like the current Dwarven Elder, possess considerable wisdom and insight.
The high status of spellcasters is not just because of their powerful magical abilities.
It also lies in the wisdom to understand runes and construct spells, usually much higher than that of other creatures.
Krichens just needed to first teach the Dwarven spellcasters, with their wisdom, learning the Common tongue would not be difficult. Once they had learned it, it would be more convenient to teach the rest of the Fire Dwarves. However, given the Dwarves' character and mindset, this was bound to be a headache for the elders.
Hiss... A gust of hot wind blew through, igniting thread-like flames in the air without any warning.
This was a natural reaction in a plane dense with fire elements, not attracting the attention of the Fire Dwarves. However, Garlon and other guests from the prime material world found it quite interesting, their gaze following the thread-like flames drifting in the air.
Slurp.
Roel sniffed, inhaling the flames burning in the air through his nostrils, then snorted out sparks, his face showing a comfortable and refreshing expression.
After arriving at the lava demi-plane, the scorching air, the smell of sulfur, and the occasional hot wind made the two red dragons genuinely happy and thrilled from the bottom of their hearts.
This environment was simply a paradise for red dragons.
"You all find a place nearby to rest," Garlon told his subordinates.
Roel and Grelsa exchanged glances, then simultaneously looked towards the nearby winding lava river, flapping their wings and diving into the vast lava river, splashing dazzling, burning lava sparks.
Urbis looked around, choosing a spot far from the lava river.
His dark green, huge, and slender body moved like a drill, disappearing into the ground in an instant.
The Dark Frost Giants stood silently by, concealing their dark and frosty powers. Garlon, through Krichens, began to learn the Dwarven language, making rapid progress.
The lava demi-plane did not speak the Common tongue. To understand the situation here well, one needed to at least understand the local creatures' speech.
If waiting for the Fire Dwarves to learn the Common tongue, it would take some time.
The inability to unite the clans here partly results from the language barrier among them.
Meanwhile, as Garlon delved deeper into understanding the lava demi-plane,
In the snow-covered, icy plains of the far north,
Eight people were persevering through the snowstorm.
This was a small team of resolute paladins, including an elderly priest in a white robe, who had crossed the Dragonspine Mountains to reach the far north icy plains.
The Holy Church had always remembered the task of searching for the Black Sun sculpture.
In Noah's continent, the Church had the widest following.
Given the size of this world,
From receiving the divine oracle to now, in search of traces of the Black Sun sculpture, the Church's members had traversed much of Noah's continent—mountains, forests, overseas, swamps. However, they had not found anything.
Until now, the always overlooked far north icy plains caught the attention of a Church team.
The snow flew wildly, the harsh cold wind was like a knife, and the environment of the far north icy plains was extremely harsh and unbearable.
But the members of the Church were no ordinary people, unafraid of the cold wind and blizzard.
As time slowly passed, the wind and snow occasionally strengthened or weakened.
They chanted the prayers of the God of Light, using eyes that could detect evil to observe their surroundings at every step. If they encountered evil, they would eliminate it in the name of the God of Light, purifying the body and soul. Although they faced some obstacles, it did not affect their progress.
Thus, they gradually ventured deeper into the far north icy plains.
They crossed snow-capped mountains, walked through the frozen plains in the cold wind, and after several days in a blizzard, arrived near a glacier rift.
Several paladins stood on the edge of the rift, looking down. This rift, like a scar on the far north icy plains, was a chasm that tore through the land, deep and unfathomable, with only the cold wind's mournful howling echoing faintly.
A flash of white light appeared.
Space rippled, and several tall steeds stepped out.
These horses had wings with pure white feathers, enveloped in the aura of light, their white skin and mane seemingly glowing.
The paladins mounted, ready to cross the rift and continue exploring.
However, the elderly priest, still on the ground, looked at the abyssal rift, hesitating before stopping them.
"I smell evil," he said.
The burly paladins were momentarily stunned, then their expressions turned solemn, looking down at the bottomless rift, its darkness seeming to swallow the heart.
The priest's eyes shone with divine light.
His eyes were completely filled with bright light, blindingly bright.
He looked around solemnly.
Finally, he saw strands of black mist.
These faint black mists, though weak, carried an evil and ominous aura that shook his spirit.
"There is profound evil below; we cannot ignore it," the priest declared.
A paladin decisively lifted the priest onto the horseback.
The winged horse flapped its large wings, neighing clearly, then stepped through the air and dived into the bottomless rift.
"Send someone to visit the surrounding clans, spread the news that a legendary true dragon has arrived in the prime material world, gathering vassals to bring peace and unity," Garlon spoke in Dwarven, impressing Rick with his command to the Huoxu chief.
In reality, for a legendary dragon, gathering vassals was a simple matter.
Merely expressing the intention to gather vassals would cause many clans to act, willingly becoming the vassals of a legendary true dragon.
Especially now, life in the lava demi-plane was not good for the flesh and blood beings, even living in constant fear, unsure when their peaceful lives might be destroyed by an elemental giant.
At such a time, the arrival of a legendary being made their choice clear.
"Your wisdom is admirable," the Dwarven Elder praised.
Garlon went from touching upon the Dwarven language to mastering it in just under a day, and now he could converse in Dwarven with their native accent. If one didn't see his form but only heard his voice, it would be hard to imagine it was a legendary dragon speaking.
"As you wish, the warriors of the Huoxu clan will spread the name of the Eternal Dragon to other clans."
The Huoxu chief nodded, immediately set off personally with his people, leaving the Huoxu clan to visit the surrounding creature clans.
Garlon leaped to a nearby 700-meter-tall volcano, diving directly into the billowing smoke of the volcano's mouth, soaking himself in the bubbling hot lava.
The bubbling lava emitted heat, nourishing the strong muscles beneath the dragon scales.
His adaptability was strong; he had already gotten used to the environment of the lava demi-plane.
Not long after, Garlon, who had his eyes half-closed, suddenly opened them, his platinum dragon pupils flashing with sharp cold light.
But quickly, the sharpness dissipated, replaced by a hint of puzzlement.
At that moment, Garlon felt a movement in the time mark.
It was the time mark he had branded on the Sun sculpture, moving significantly, but it stopped after just about ten seconds.
In his perception, the Sun sculpture still firmly existed below the great rift, the previous movement seeming like an illusion.
"Is there a creature below the great rift that touched the sculpture?"
"Or was it moved by a strong wind?"
Garlon pondered with a speculative look.
"In some time, I'll return to the far north icy plains to check on the situation with the Sun sculpture."
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