Ride and Cut

　　 The voice just fell, and the elders hadn't had time to refute it. In the eyes of the dwarves, the bereaved Titans were unwilling to be lonely like a skin monkey, and fell on the tallest second general, Huo Hao, jumping around.

　　 The giant monster was three-edged tall, and the reckless behavior of jumping on the two heads that were three-edged off the ground immediately frightened the dwarf elders collectively into neurosis.

　　 clearly wanted to yell, but was even more afraid that the scream would disturb it, chasing after him like the **** who was serving the little emperor, for fear of falling off.

　　 "As expected of the survivors of the Titans, he likes to stay high up so much." Richard can see that this little thing is not big and hearty. From the roof to the head of the monster, he likes to go high.

　　 Hem Ha, the second general, in addition to eating jerky and hating Nehru, rarely shows strong likes and dislikes. But at this moment, he showed a silly smile, and seemed to like the little thing that was presumptuous on their heads. Carefully lift the palm of your hand and let it climb up.

　　 "Qiqiu!" The little thing bounced on the palm of the troll once again, as free as the wind, leaving the short-legged dwarf elder on the ground sighing and sighing.

　　 Richard stretched out his arm instinctively, and immediately felt his hand sink. His palms stuck the little thing firmly in the middle, and finally there was no possibility of losing half of it.

It is less than two feet tall and weighs about four or five pounds. It looks like a fox or wolf at first glance, but judging from its posture, it should be on all fours and upright. Its two front paws are also more flexible and convenient to hold. It has roots behind it. The long fluffy tail is wandering around.

　　 Its body contours have a fluency that has been tempered, and the black fur is even less variegated, and the only eye is bright red like burning charcoal. With a wave of his claws, Richard discovered that there is a layer of skin between his forearm and belly, which should be used for gliding.

　　 "It's a bit slippery." The lord told the truth, there was a sticky thing on the outer fur, like grease or egg white.

　　A group of dwarves who had fallen into a sluggish reaction finally reacted and hurriedly said, "Give it to me."

　　 "Qiqiu!" The little thing was stuck and couldn't move. When he started calling again, Richard intuitively thought it was not good, so he quickly raised his hand and threw it to the dwarf like a pass.

　　 "Zi." There was a flash of electricity, and there was a smell of burnt feathers in the air.

　　 The elders were scalded with explosive heads. This is the standard equipment for fashionable young people in Southern Province in recent years, and they have a feeling of chasing dreams and sunset red on their heads.

　　 That is a masterpiece of static electricity, Richard whistled: "It's not bad, I inherited the Titan's Thunder spell!"

　　 is shrinking a bit. According to legend, the Titan holds the power of the sky and the thunder. To it, there is only gliding and static electricity, which is simply bigger than the gap between a snail and a scalper.

　　 "Qiqiu!" It screamed again.

　　 The dwarf elder is not stupid, and he quickly turned his head and threw it back to Richard. But the Lord Lord's skill is beyond the imagination of these old clappers, and he dragged Nehru in front of him in a hurry, so this guy screamed and joined the old dream chasing team.

　　 "Sample." Richard put down Nehru and carried the nape of the Titan bereaved clan.

　　 Since the ancient times, he may be the only one who accomplished this feat with one hand, and he should be remembered in the history books.

　　 After using thunder and lightning twice, it looked a little languid, with its big ears drooping weakly and motionless, only occasionally turning its eyes and looking at the human in front of it pitifully.

　　 "It's so dark." Richard sighed sincerely.

　　 is indeed black, there is no variegated black without moisture, it is so dark that it can't hide its figure in the night, and it will be exposed because it is obviously darker than the surroundings.

　　Folk legends black animals, such as black cats and black dogs, are born with spirituality. If it is true, then this little guy is worthy of the reputation of the bereaved Titans by acting alone.

　　 "You said that dwarves can't bear the origin of Titans." Richard knocked on Nehru's fluffy dog's head and punished him for his mouthful of horse-drawn carriage behavior, "Obviously such a small thing will do."

　　 "I'm wronged, it might have leaked for so many years, who can guess." Nehru was aggrieved.

　　 "Look at it!" Robbie suddenly shouted and pointed at the Titan's remains.

　　 Everyone turned their heads in a swift manner. Today's changes in the wind and clouds have already surprised everyone and tired. Even if all Pompeii comedy masters gather together to sing and dance, they can say "Oh" without expression on their faces.

　　 But what I saw at this moment still made everyone slowly open their mouths.

　　 That huge, historic, and perhaps the only remaining Titan head in the world, is unstoppably turning inch by inch into flying ashes. Hair, skin, fat, muscles, and bones disappeared from the outside to the inside, just like the yellow sand castle collapsed and scattered, and every collapse accelerated the annihilation of the whole.

　　 In the end, only a piece of embers was left to witness the existence of the past.

　　 The dwarves showed a sad expression~www.readwn.com~ Some even cried with red eyes. They carefully contained the ashes with sacrificial equipment, preparing to bring them back for burial.

　　 "After completing the final mission, I can finally return to the dust." Robbie bowed his head and sighed.

"Yes."

　　 As far as Richard is concerned, whether it is Titan or Origin, including the newborn little beast, it can be said that it has nothing to do with him.

　　 was originally an unrelated spectator, but at this moment he suddenly felt a burst of uncontrollable sadness and sighed.

　　 This little thing less than two feet tall and weighing only about four or five pounds, may be the only ray of light that the ancient giants like Titans have passed through countless years after the genocide.

　　 The Titan, who was once invincible across the world, has long disappeared, and that era has become a past that can only be found in the pile of old papers.

　　 There is a gap of tens of thousands of years between this last survivor and his last known ancestor. Compared with the god-like ancestors, his size and abilities are so insignificant, he has also lost the capital to look at the world, and he has only the name of a Titan.

　　 seems to be a ghost from ancient times, appearing in an era that shouldn't belong to him. Like a thread, a weak connection is re-established between ancient times and reality.

　　 Maybe no one can fight time, maybe the effort will be smoothed out in the end, but maybe, trying is meaning in itself.

　　 Its existence is like the last messenger of the ancient overlord of Titan, traveling through the long time, just to tell future generations-"I, I'm still alive."

　　 "Qiqiu!" The little thing called out pitifully, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the condition of being carried by the nape of his neck.

　　 "Then call it Qiqiu." Richard raised Qiqiu high with both hands.