"The Loyal Tidomas? Are you sure you're not joking? "
Ma Wen glanced at Butterfly, and his eyes focused on the stone tablet below the statue.
Unfortunately, he had not mastered the Draconic language.
There were a few ways to master this special language.
First, reach a high intimacy level with a dragon and receive the teachings of a dragon.
This method was more difficult. It was very difficult to achieve a high intimacy level with a dragon. In his past life, some players tried it. Even the kindest dragon could increase intimacy level with gold coins and treasures in the early stage, but this method would lose its effect in the middle stage.
Because the Draconic language contained part of the secrets of Draconic magic, Fernand's dragons, regardless of whether they were good or evil, had a tacit rule that they would not easily teach the Draconic language to other races.
This meant that it would be difficult for those who wanted to take this path.
The second method was even more ridiculous: Bloodline inheritance.
Generally speaking, the descendants of some high-level creatures could learn the Draconic language through bloodline inheritance. Unfortunately, most ordinary people did not have this identity. Even the bloodline of the Dragon Disciples might not be pure enough to completely master the Draconic language.
The third method was the most feasible for ordinary people, and that was to learn through books.
Unfortunately, as far as Ma Wen knew, there were only two places in the entire continent that could learn the Draconic language.
The first was the Pearl Tower. In the City of Scholars, any knowledge could be learned, and naturally, the Draconic language was available. The second was the Vientiane Library of the Southern Wizard Alliance.
The Vientiane Library was hidden among the higher-ups of the Southern Wizard Alliance. Its location had always been erratic, and it was very difficult to find. Even if Ma Wen wanted to find it, he would not be able to learn the knowledge he wanted without the Alliance's official key and pass.
All in all, it was extremely difficult for other creatures on the continent to master the Draconic language.
That was why Ma Wen was very confused: how did Butterfly learn it?
After all, the talents of the Wood Elves did not include [Draconic Proficiency].
In fact, Ma Wen was not sure if Ibu, who was from the Wood Elven King, had mastered the Draconic language.
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But the truth was right in front of him.
Faced with Ma Wen's confusion, Butterfly quickly translated the events recorded on the stone tablet.
Although Marvin suspected that this guy was spouting nonsense with a straight face, after listening to everything, Marvin fell into deep thought.
He looked at the mighty and fierce statue of Tidomas and frowned.
If what Butterfly said was true, then there was something fishy about this matter.
This stone tablet was made by the craftsmen of the Dragon Race. According to the stone tablet, Tidomas was the closest guard of the Dragon God Hutson. He was born in the Five-Colored Dragon Nest, but he could not tolerate the Five-Colored Dragons.
That's right, he was an abandoned hybrid twin-headed dragon. One of his parents was the Blue Dragon, one of the Five-Colored Dragons, while the other might be some kind of savage beast from the Wilderness.
All in all, the double-headed dragon Tidomas was actually a pitiful creature abandoned in the dragon's nest.
Hutson adopted him, but even so, he was still ostracized and bullied by the other Chromatic Dragons.
Around the time he reached adulthood, Tidomas personally tore off his other head, which was obviously from the Wilderness, and became the guardian of the Dragon Necropolis.
Although he was bullied, and although he did the job of guarding the necropolis, which was hated by all dragons, Tidomas was still grateful to the Dragon God Hutson and was loyal to his duty.
During the long years of guarding the necropolis, he stopped the invasion of evil spirits, devils, and unknown gods many times. During battles, he always charged at the front, and because of his existence, the dragon soul in the necropolis did not wake up for many years.
This statue was a reward for the brave Tidomas after a terrible battle, after he once again stopped the evil spirits from stealing the dragon soul.
Not only did the Dragon God Hutson erect a statue of Tidomas in the temple, but he also transferred Tidomas to his side, becoming the closest guard of the Dragon God. It was said that Hutson even planned to have Tidomas personally guard his corpse after his death.
…
That was the content of the stone tablet.
Ma Wen deleted all the superfluous words of praise.
What was left was the most crucial part.
This inscription was obviously not the work of the Dragon God himself, but the work of a dragon craftsman.
Judging from the writing, the craftsman was indeed full of admiration and recognition for Tidomas.
He was the most loyal guardian of the Dragon Necropolis, and the closest guard of the Dragon God Hutson.
Why would he fall and become the second lord of the Darkspirit world?
"Could it be that Tidomas only had feelings for the Dragon God Hutson, and after the fall of the Dragon God, he betrayed the revolution?"
Ma Wen secretly analyzed in his mind.
He felt that something was not right.
Because even if that was the explanation, he felt that it did not make sense.
To become a Darkspirit Lord, falling alone was not enough.
It was rumored that Tidomas used the body of the Dragon God to gain the recognition of the sea of evil spirits, thus gaining great power and becoming the new Darkspirit Lord.
If Tidomas was really loyal to the Dragon God Hutson, he would not desecrate the body of his benefactor, right?
Combined with this past and the dungeon being named the Wrath of the Dragon God, Ma Wen felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.
…
"What are you thinking about?"
After translating the inscription for Ma Wen, Butterfly seemed to have nothing to do.
"I'm thinking about your true identity."
Ma Wen stared at Butterfly. "There are not many Wood Elves who can speak Draconic."
In Ma Wen's perception, Butterfly was just an ordinary Wood Elf.
Most of the legends felt the same way.
Before this, Ma Wen had never doubted this.
But the professor's behavior today had shaken his belief.
The professor's wisdom was extraordinary, and he might have seen further. He was not the kind of person who did not cherish the lives of the living. On the contrary, he thought about life far more than most people.
In such a dangerous situation, he actually allowed Butterfly to enter the underground temple, which in itself said a lot of things.
Either the professor was confident that he could find and protect her in the shortest time possible, but it was a complete waste of his energy and time, and it did not make sense; or the professor thought that in this terrifying underground temple, nothing could hurt Butterfly.
The second possibility seemed slim, but after she translated the inscription, Ma Wen felt that it was more likely.
So he wanted to figure it out.
Butterfly, however, showed a blank expression. "Me? I'm the messenger of the Thousand Leaf Forest? "
Her expression was natural and did not seem fake.
Here it goes again.
Her expression was impeccable.
Ma Wen had a headache.
He asked in a different way, "How long have you been a messenger in the Thousand Leaf Forest?"
Butterfly's eyes widened.
It seemed that this question stumped her.
She began to think hard.
Ma Wen shook his head and left the statue of Tidomas, pulling Butterfly into the depths of the darkness.
He couldn't waste too much time on a statue.
There seemed to be no other monsters in the underground level of the temple except for the Maggots of Darkness.
It seemed that this was their territory.
The current Ma Wen was overflowing with wealth, so naturally, he had all sorts of tools in his hands.
To deal with creatures like the Maggots of Darkness, a Molotov Cocktail and a charging staff with Sun Fire would be enough to wipe them out.
It was just that the EXP that the Maggots of Darkness gave was too little.
After wiping out three nests of the Maggots of Darkness, Ma Wen obtained a bit of divinity.
He looked back at Butterfly.
Ever since he raised the question, the latter had been immersed in thought.
If it weren't for Ma Wen pulling her, she would have stayed where she was.
So he carefully took out the Book of Naru and absorbed the bit of divinity.
After absorbing the divinity, the Book of Naru seemed particularly satisfied.
Ma Wen quickly wrote on the paper with his finger:
"One bit of divinity for one question?"
[Ask … as long as I know the answer] these words quickly appeared on the Book of Naru.
"The road map to the Nightmare Realm." Ma Wen quickly wrote.
The reason why he participated in this operation was that he had the treasure of the Book of Naru. He might be able to get the crystal statue and the Rainbow Spring before everyone else.
Although the Rainbow Spring was only effective when consumed by the Five-Colored Dragons, as long as he held it in his hand, Ma Wen could make it exert additional effects; as for the crystal statue, Ma Wen was not even sure if a human could become the owner of the statue.
If it could … the scene would be so beautiful that it would explode!
Ma Wen now controlled twelve Shadow Dragons, which was already very impressive.
Imagine if Ma Wen waved his hand and there were actually forty or fifty Five-Colored Dragons …
This could probably directly penetrate the territory of a Demon Lord, or one of the Nine Levels of Purgatory, right?
…
However, the answer on the Book of Naru seemed to make people feel helpless:
[One bit of divinity for one question; you can ask me the route to the next level, and I will answer truthfully.]
[But please don't be opportunistic and directly ask for the road map to the Nightmare Realm. Do you think I'm stupid?]
Ma Wen rolled his eyes.
The Book of Naru actually knows how to bargain.
This book really has a soul. Although I am currently its master, this master may be controlled by it at any time. It is a pain in the ass to think about it.
It is certainly impossible for me to give the Book of Naru too much divinity, which is undoubtedly courting death.
In that case, this question must be left for the critical moment to be asked.
He quickly put away the Book of Naru.
It seems that I have to find the entrance to the second level by myself.
At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the darkness in the distance!
Because the underground temple was very spacious, the sound could travel very far.
Ma Wen's heart tightened.
Could it be that the Five-Colored Dragons and my teammates accidentally met?
"Let's go! Let's go and take a look! "
Ma Wen shouted in a low voice, but who knew that there were no footsteps behind him.
He looked back, and his whole body suddenly became cold!
Because there was no one behind him.
Just like that, the butterfly disappeared without a trace.
Ma Wen began to feel the chill of this Temple of the Dragon God.
The roar in the distance became even louder.
Ma Wen took a deep breath and suddenly sat on the wet floor.
He sat cross-legged in a posture commonly used by monks and began to use [Earth Sense]!
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