"Caw! Go look for it! That thing must have fallen somewhere nearby! "
While the skeletal dragons were yelling and dispersing, the Scholar was still looking down at the situation from above, full of doubts.
"Why … Why isn't it there?"
In the Scholar's memory, before the aircraft crashed, there was no white object that fell. However, the skeletal dragons had already dug up the buildings it crashed into, and there was no trace of the imam.
Although the Scholar also wanted to look for it, there were already many skeletal dragons gathered below. There were at least dozens of them, so it thought that it would be better to just observe from here.
"Woo woo woo woo woo!"
Just as the Scholar was observing, it suddenly heard a sound from afar. It turned its head and saw a large group of … black figures appearing on the street in the north.
"Caw! It's the gnomes! " The skeletal dragons also noticed the gnomes in the distance. They, who were originally scattered to search, quickly gathered together.
"So many gnomes …" The Scholar found that the group of gnomes was densely packed. There might be hundreds of them, and their black color made the whole street even darker.
The Scholar now knew why the gnomes did not come out before. The gnomes here were originally in groups of more than ten, and because there were more skeletal dragons here, they chose not to attack first, and instead, they chose to gather their own kind.
Now, they might have already gathered. The Scholar did not expect that there would be so many gnomes gathered together on this island.
"Caw! Don't be nervous! "The leader of the skeletal dragons stood up and said," I'll negotiate with them! "
"Negotiate?" The Scholar was shocked. "Does it understand what the gnomes are saying?" The Scholar knew that the gnomes' language was difficult to understand because the 'adjectives' they used for an object were not fixed. Even the skeletal dragons, who had lived with the gnomes for a long time, could not fully understand what the gnomes were saying.
The group of skeletal dragons gathered on the street in the south. Each of the skeletal dragons held the weapons in their hands nervously. They looked at the gnomes on the street in the north. The leader stood in front of its group and shouted to the gnomes, "Caw! We don't want to fight, we can talk! Let your leader come out and talk! "
To the Scholar's surprise, after the leader finished speaking, a gnome who looked like the leader of the gnomes also came out of the group.
The dwarf leader wore the skull of a small horned dragon and a necklace made of fish bones around his neck. He rode on the back of another dwarf and walked towards the center of the street.
The leader of the White Skeleton Dragons walked to the center of the street at the same time. When the leaders of both sides were only a few meters away from each other, they began to negotiate.
"We are going to hold a special ceremony here!" The leader of the white skeleton dragons said, "We are not here to occupy your territory. We will leave after the ceremony. Can you let us finish the ceremony first?"
The dwarf leader said, "Wow? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "
"I mean, let us hold it first …" "Oh oh oh oh wow!" "Did you agree?" "Ah ah ah oh oh oh!" "Can you let us hold it first?" "Wow! Ahhhhh! "
"…"
At first, the Scholar thought that they could communicate, but in fact, they found that there was a language barrier between them …
"If that's the case, you should agree, right?" Because it did not know what the other party was talking about, the leader of the White Skeleton Dragons concluded what the other party meant. Then, it turned to the other White Skeleton Dragons and said, "We can continue now!"
As the skeletal dragon spoke, the Scholar noticed that the dwarf leader's expression was clearly becoming more and more angry. It was also because of the obvious expression on their faces. So, even if there was a language barrier, it was easy to understand their emotions.
"Woo — Wah!"
The dwarf leader suddenly shouted after reaching the peak of its anger. It kicked the gnome it was riding on, and the gnome immediately jumped up. At the same time, the dwarf leader took out something like a dagger and stabbed it into the neck of the White Skeleton Dragon.
"Caw!!!" Accompanied by a scream, the White Skeleton Dragon covered its bleeding neck and took a few steps back. "Cough … Why …"
"Wah oh oh oh oh!" The dwarf leader shouted and jumped on the gnome again!
"Caw! Leader! "" They're attacking! "" Caw! Hurry up and protect the leader! " The White Skeleton Dragons at the back panicked. They quickly drew their bows and arrows, and the gnomes behind the dwarf leader also screamed. They all rushed toward the White Skeleton Dragons with all kinds of bone weapons as if they had gone mad!
"So, they're still fighting?" The battle between the two sides was about to break out. Just as the Scholar was watching all this in shock, it suddenly heard a "Hey!" from behind.
"What?" The Scholar turned around and looked, but found nothing. So, it turned back and continued to watch the battle.
"Hey!" The voice sounded again, and this time, the Scholar turned around again. Although it still found nothing, the Scholar suddenly realized something. It responded, "Is it the imam?"
"Yes, a random monster. You noticed it." The voice said, "I'm hiding in a safer place now, but I can't move because I'm injured."
The Scholar asked curiously, "Where are you? Are you in the house? " Saying that, the imam wanted to look through the window from the edge of the top of the building, but it was too dark to see anything.
"Don't worry about me for now. I want to tell you that you have to do something," the imam said. "You have to destroy their stone slabs while they're fighting. You should have seen them placing the stone slabs earlier, right?"
"What?" The Scholar was puzzled. "Why are they doing that?"
"They're contacting something," the imam said. "After those stone slabs are placed in a certain position, they can cooperate with the crystal pyramid on the mainland to send a signal to a certain place. These White Skeleton Dragons are doing this because they're listening to the brain monster's' words'. They think they're summoning God."
"This is the brain monster's doing?" The Scholar was shocked. "Why are they doing this? What are they contacting? "
"I don't know," the imam said. "But it's definitely not something beneficial to us. They might be trying to revive the main brain of their race, or it might be related to the creator, or it might be something else … bad!"
"Creator? Don't they hate their creator the most? "
"I don't know. Maybe they don't hate that much," the imam said. "Anyway, stop them. Don't let them do anything strange in this world," the imam said.
"But …" The Scholar looked at the gnomes and White Skeleton Dragons fighting fiercely below. It was still hesitant. "Why don't you go yourself? It should be easy for you to use your brainwaves to disperse those gnomes and White Skeleton Dragons, right? "
"I'm injured," the imam said. The imam said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be using my voice to communicate with you. The brain-creating monsters are coming this way. They might land on the island at any time. Go, go and randomly attack them. Whether their 'scheme' fails or not depends entirely on you."
"Okay …"
Although it was still a little hesitant, the Scholar felt that nothing strange should happen here because it had seen the history of this place. All kinds of wars had changed this continent beyond recognition, so …
It tried to climb down the building.
The Scholar paid attention to the gnomes and White Skeleton Dragons. They were only fighting in the middle of the street, so the Scholar could walk through the various alleys in the ruins and go around to the building where the stone slabs were placed.
As long as one stone slab was destroyed, their 'formation' should not be able to be completed.
Thinking about this, the Scholar had already climbed down the uneven wall to the ground. Just as it was about to leave, a sound suddenly came from afar …
"Boom!" Accompanied by a loud explosion, the Scholar suddenly saw a black object flying towards it.
The Scholar quickly dodged to the side, and the object landed in front of it with a thud. Upon closer inspection, it was a badly mutilated corpse of a White Skeleton Dragon.
"Boom!" At the same time, there was another explosion in the distance. The Scholar turned around and saw that the gnomes were holding a new kind of weapon in their hands.
"Wah wah — Oh!" A group of gnomes held something that looked like a small animal's skull in their hands and threw it out forcefully. These skulls were thrown onto a White Skeleton Dragon. The White Skeleton Dragon immediately screamed and tried to get rid of the skulls, but the skulls were stuck to its body and could not be shaken off no matter how hard it tried. After a few seconds …
"Boom!" Under the splattering of flesh and blood, there was another White Skeleton Dragon corpse on the street.
"Is that a sticky bomb?" The Scholar was a little surprised. Previously, the gnomes had been attacking with things like bone clubs, but now they were using such 'advanced' weapons.
Although these White Skeleton Dragons were not so primitive, they were obviously not as' advanced 'as the gnomes.
"Wah wah — Oh oh oh!" The dwarves once again hurled out small skulls. For some reason, these skulls did not stick to their hands, but instead stuck to their targets. A few seconds later, the arm of a White Skeleton Dragon that was stuck to the skull was sent flying into the air with a loud roar. The other White Skeleton Dragons that were stuck to the skull were instantly mutilated. Under the powerful force, the White Skeleton Dragons began to scream and run away.
They left the street and fled to the surrounding buildings. At the same time, a White Skeleton Dragon ran towards the Scholar.
"Oh no!" The Scholar hurriedly tried to hide, but this extremely terrified White Skeleton Dragon ran in front of it at an even faster speed.
"Gahhhhh —!!!" The moment it saw the Scholar, the White Skeleton Dragon screamed loudly and fainted immediately.
It seemed that the Scholar's appearance was even more terrifying than the bombs in the White Skeleton Dragon's eyes.
"Do I look that scary?" The Scholar glanced at the fainted White Skeleton Dragon and hurriedly walked to the side alley, but at that moment …
"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Because of the White Skeleton Dragon's scream, a group of gnomes had already noticed it. Floating astronomy.
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