Ride and Cut

　　 The day passes quickly.

　　 When a full moon, bright as a topaz, gradually rose on the horizon, Richard had already sneaked into the stone chamber at the bottom of the lake with the dwarves, together with the second general Hemha and Nehru.

　　 It was Robbie's request to bring in the casting team. Although the three of them were unreliable one by one, they were still insiders in the magic field, and they might be able to play a role.

　　 Robbie said that the activity level of the source substance will change with the phase of the moon, and now it is the night of the full moon. The eyeball of the Titan was also brighter than the first time I saw it.

　　 In order to block the news as much as possible, the dwarves are not many, only the elder and a few related persons are present. They are busy making preparations, bringing horns and a lot of sacrificial instruments, making the whole scene very ritual.

The five Titan successors are all in place. Even in the short-dump, they are all of the special kind. All of them have well-developed muscles on the surface of the body. They are so determined that they do not want to inherit the original quality, but rather like. To act as a death squad.

　　The heirs are said to only drink clean water and eat unleavened bread a day in advance in order to stimulate their "spiritual".

　　 Richard watched happily on the side--these buddies were not wispy from head to toe, except for a wolf skin around their waist. They were very retro and original. It is estimated that they are trying their best to restore the costumes of the dwarves of the Titans.

　　 Right now several elders are surrounding them, whispering and spreading clean water with wicker sticks.

　　 Their actions reminded Richard of the butcher's boss in the city. When business was not good in the summer, he used wicker to drive away mosquitoes and flies in the same way.

　　 "What are you doing?" He asked the shaman trio next to him.

　　 Hum Ha, of course, the second general is not smart enough to talk back. Only Nehru watched it for a while and replied: "The ritual to drive away bad luck is useless."

　　 "Is the idea of ​​inheriting power reliable?" Richard saw several Guangzhu brothers again starting to dance the primitive dwarf war dance, making the stone room full of echoes.

　　 The kobold hesitated for a while and nodded, "It sounds a lot like the legendary shaman initiation secret technique."

　　 "Tell me more carefully." Richard is almost holding melon seeds now.

　　 "I haven't seen it with my own eyes. It is said that through this secret technique, when the older generation of shaman is dying, they can pass on their life experience and understanding to the younger generation."

"Bullshit you." The lord looked at Nehru contemptuously, thinking that this guy must be bragging again, "I really want to have this kind of secret technique. How good is it to collect feathers and dusters from generation to generation? How can you shamans? Being looked down upon by the mage all day long?"

　　 His doubts are completely reasonable. For each caster, exploring the truth has a strong personal touch, and the gains of others can only be used for reference.

　　 If the shaman has the ability to transform this lonely inquiry into a relay running, this alone is enough to be many times stronger than the human mage, how can it be mixed like today.

　　 "Of course there is no way to inherit all of them." Although Nehru is usually faceless and skinny, he still has to compete with the monarch when it comes to the dignity of the shaman. "I guess it would be good to inherit half of it at most."

　　 "Oh, that makes sense." Richard nodded.

　　Experience and experience This thing is not the accumulation of magic power, and it cannot be calculated simply by numbers. Once 10% of the older generation accumulates empowerment, once they get a 10% discount, they will be useless if the 10% is missing, and the successor may not be able to make up for the missing part in a lifetime.

　　 "When will it start?" Richard asked Robbie softly, poking him.

　　 "At midnight, the power of the moon will reach its highest peak." The traditional rituals of the dwarves are usually taken care of by the elderly. Robbie can't get along and can only watch with Richard.

　　 Richard waited patiently for a while. The tedious and lengthy ceremony made him feel sleepy, until an elder raised the horn and blew it three times without warning, so that the lord was so scared that he almost jumped on the spot.

　　 His trembling shocked Robbie, who was highly concentrated around him, "What's the matter?"

　　 "It's okay, it's okay." Richard rubbed his sleepy eyes and carefully watched the action on the court.

　　 He didn't know if it was the time when the moon was in transit, but the preparation ceremony was obviously nearing its end, and the next step was the key step.

　　 The five dwarven heirs are now armed with a pine torch, dressed as a fire thief, standing in a row not far from the remains of the Titans.

　　 The horned elder held it up and blew it vigorously.

　　 "Brother Jin Tan, come on." Robbie twisted his fingers together and prayed quietly for the tribe.

　　 Richard watched the number one Guangzhu Brother Gui walk up to the Titan's remains with a pious face, knelt down on one knee and stroked his chest to salute, then put his palms on the bright eyeballs.

　　 The preparation of the dwarf is still not thorough enough, the eyeball position is a bit too high for them, so that the warrior must now stand on tiptoe, looking awkward and not serious enough.

　　 "Using blood connections, call the great Titan!" The elder's voice was majestic and deep.

　　 Warrior Yiyan closed his eyes and reverently tried to use his heart to communicate with the nearby source.

　　 "Will it be dangerous?" Richard asked in a low voice.

　　 "It feels like ~www.readwn.com~ The soul source quality carried by the Titans, the hard fortress is placed in the body of the dwarf, and it may not be so easy to bear."

　　 Nehru nodded seriously. Experts in the industry were very clever, but the words "feeling", "should" and "probably" revealed the fact that he was also guessing.

　　 "The candidates are already the strongest in the tribe." Robbie's words prove that the dwarves have indeed considered this issue.

　　 "What if you can't bear it?"

　　 "Maybe it will explode, maybe." Nehru's **** twisted a white hair on his chin, thoughtfully.

　　 Richard calmly moved behind the second general, Huo Ha, to make sure that the door-like body of the giant monster shielded him tightly. He raised his head and found that Nehru could not be found in the original position. He turned around, and a dog face behind him was smiling extremely flatteringly.

　　 However, it turns out that their worries are completely unnecessary. Richard doesn't know what the so-called "calling by blood connection" is really going on. Anyway, after watching this warrior call for a long time, he didn't call out anything except a forehead sweat.

　　 That eyeball is still so bright, there is not even the slightest fluctuation, and the slightest feedback is not expected.

　　 Good things always take some torture to achieve. Of course, the dwarves had already expected this situation, and another trumpet sounded.

　　 The first number retired with a bleak expression, and the second Guangzhu brother Gui took over his unfinished business, and it didn't take long for him to retreat at a faster rate.

　　 No. 3, No. 4, until No. 5, changing a round like a revolving lantern, there is no response or no response.

　　 It was a very serious scene, but Richard had to pinch his thighs hard now to hold back his laughter. He felt that the dwarf might not have gotten it right at the beginning. After tens of thousands of years, Titan's source quality might only be left with a light-emitting function.