Druil Pitman's shout stunned Gwen. He did not understand what they meant by 'life reaction' until two seconds later, he realized that they were talking about the ball.
"When Amber was bounced off, there was a weak life reaction in the ball," Pitman repeated again and carefully approached the ball. He reached out and took out a dry and wrinkled leaf. He rubbed the leaf stem and continued, "But the life reaction lasted for a moment and then disappeared … I've never seen such a strange phenomenon …"
Amber rubbed his butt and looked at the stone ball in disbelief. "What the hell … Is this thing really alive?"
The three soldiers who were still trapped on the stone ball suddenly became more nervous.
Gwen, on the other hand, was more suspicious of a certain Druil's profession skill. "You didn't sense it wrong, did you?"
Pitman's eyes widened. "Impossible! I'm a real Druil, a professional from the school of Spirit of Nature. How can I make a mistake in this basic field? "
Gwen: "… Aren't you from the school of the Heart of the Forest?"
Pitman was stunned. "Is that what you said last time?"
Then he looked at Amber. "Which school did you say I was from last time?"
Gwen: "…"
"Anyway, my senses can't be wrong." Noticing the awkward atmosphere, even Pitman could not take it anymore and could only stiffly change the subject. "No matter which school of Druil you're from, the ability to sense life is basic. Without this basic ability, you can't perform any Druil spells … And you see, this is the evidence."
As he spoke, he showed the dry and wrinkled leaf in his hand to Gwen. The leaf had become plump and was now in an emerald green state, as if it had just been plucked from a branch.
"Although it looks lifeless on the surface, there is some form of life reaction inside …" Pitman walked around the stone ball and said seriously and professionally, "This seems to be a very deep sleep, or maybe it's because it hasn't become a complete form?"
Hu Po blinked his eyes. No one knew what thoughts were running through his mind, but he suddenly blurted out, "Wait a minute, this can't be an egg, right?!"
"Egg?" Gwen was stunned. If the thing that the Gondor researchers studied for a long time in the mountains a thousand years ago was really an egg, then this matter was particularly interesting. But then he was even more puzzled. "What kind of creature's egg is so big?"
As soon as he said that, he suddenly had an idea and said casually, "Could it be a dragon's egg?"
Amber and Pitman suddenly stopped talking. The two of them looked at the big stone ball in the middle of the tent in horror and nervousness. Gwen rubbed his chin and fell into an inexplicable state of confusion. What kind of ancient story was this? Getting a dragon's egg after crossing over to another world? This kind of story was not popular a few years before he crossed over. But now, this kind of prehistoric story had fallen on his head?
But then he thought of something else. Even if it was a dragon's egg, God knows how long it would take to hatch. According to the legend of the Giant Dragon's lifespan of tens of thousands of years, it would take them thousands of years to hatch an egg. Picking up a dragon's egg would probably take them a lifetime to hatch, and their lifetime might not be enough. They would have to hatch the egg for generations. When it hatched, the dragon's parents would come and take it away, and they might not even say thank you before they left … Maybe this was the usual story of the Giant Dragon?
But if it was really thousands of years, this' egg 'was taken from a thousand-year-old ruin. Maybe it was about to hatch?
Probably the sudden encounter with such a familiar story had triggered some memories deep in his mind. Gwen just stood there and fell into a serious state of trance. Amber called him a few times, but there was no response. In the end, the half-elf jumped up and hit Gwen's chest with her head. "Wake up!"
"Ahhh!"
Gwen was not wearing his armour at the moment. He almost lost his breath when she hit him. When he woke up, he immediately reached out and pulled Amber's ear. "What's wrong with you? Why did you hit me with your head?"
"Nonsense, you asked me to leave behind all the metal objects on me before I came in. If I had a war hammer, why would I hit you with my head?" Amber nimbly dodged Gwen's claws this time and retorted, "Why were you suddenly stunned?"
Although he wanted to ask her what she was going to do with a war hammer, Gwen turned his attention back to the stone orb. "I was thinking, if this thing is really a dragon's egg … how to turn off its damn 'energy field'."
There were still three soldiers stuck there, unable to move.
"It can manipulate the power of metal and affect the flow of magic. Legend has it that there is a sub-species of the Giant Dragon called the Metal Dragon or the 'Earth Dragon'. It does have this ability." Pitman, who was half a scholar (the other half was a cook, a bandit, an appraiser, and a fortune teller), rubbed his chin and began to fiddle with the knowledge in his mind. "If that's the case, the probability of this thing being a dragon's egg is very high."
Gwen did not expect the old man to have some real knowledge. He showed an interested look. "Oh? Then do you know how to stop this power? "
"That I don't know." Pitman spread his hands and said before Gwen hit him. "And even if I know, it's useless. If this is really a dragon's egg, how can I, a low-level Druil, deal with it? The Giant Dragon is a legendary species. Don't look at it as an egg. When a Giant Dragon is still an egg, it has the magic power of a mid-level human mage. "
Gawain was dumbfounded. What the hell was the meaning of this heaven-defying setting? Could it be that a human being's whole life couldn't even compare to a fertilized egg?
Amber suddenly looked at him. "Aren't you a legendary hero? You can kill a magus like you're cutting beans. Can't you deal with it? "
"Knight's ability is different from that of a mage." Gawain frowned. He knew that his' Legendary 'status was an exaggeration. Although he had been adapting to this body and learning to master the abilities contained in his body and memories, the long slumber had ultimately consumed too much of his strength. In addition, his combat experience was not his, so it was rather difficult to integrate it. The strength he could display in a real battle would probably be even lower. He might still be able to be the number one expert in the territory now, but if he rushed out of the novice village, he would probably die on the way …
Not to mention that the egg in front of him (assuming it was really an egg) was not something that Knight's skills could deal with.
But after thinking carefully, Gwen decided to give it a try. "Let me try first."
Knight's abilities were not as varied and convenient as a mage's. Most of the skills in Gwen's mind were used to draw knives and cut people, unlike a mage who could use seven or eight types of water. But to deal with the egg in front of him … Perhaps some basic abilities could come in handy.
Since the egg was both alive and could interact with magic, why not try to communicate with it using magic?
In this world where everything was driven by magic, any extraordinary class knew the basic use of magic. Knight also used magic, but it was different from a mage's.
But at the most basic level of perception, guidance and so on, Knight and mage's use of magic was not much different.
Gwen came to the stone orb and pressed his hand on its rough surface. The three soldiers who were sucked to the stone orb suddenly turned their heads nervously. They did not know how their liege was going to deal with the 'stone orb', and they did not know if their lives would be sacrificed in the process. Although the life and death of almost all civilians in this era were controlled by the nobles, they could not help but feel nervous when it really came down to it.
Gwen noticed the look in the soldiers' eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm very steady."
Then he no longer cared about the reactions of the three soldiers and focused on sensing the flow of magic.
Another layer of 'vision' appeared in his mind.
It was the distribution of magic in a certain range around him. Although it was not as clear as what the mages could 'see' in meditation, it was still enough to indicate the flow of magic. He saw that there seemed to be a very thin layer of mist in the tent, and there was a subtle flow in the mist. There were a few more obvious' gathering points' in the mist. Two of them were Amber and Pitman who were standing nearby, and three very weak magic clusters gathered together. Obviously, they were the three ordinary soldiers.
And what about the 'stone orb' that was guessed to be the dragon egg?
It was a dark black hole.
In the "field of vision" of magic perception, the center of the tent appeared to be absolutely black, as if a piece of space had been dug out of thin air. It was a pitch-black darkness without any reflection or detail. There were only two possibilities: either the stone ball was a substance that should never exist in this world and had no magic power at all, or the stone ball actively blocked all magic effects directed at it.
The first possibility could be ruled out because Heti had once sensed a magic reaction from the stone orb. Although the reaction was very strange and different from the known form of magic, it did exist.
So the stone orb should now have entered some kind of 'self-protection' state?
Gwen guessed while carefully guiding his spirit towards the darkness.
Amber had already proved the strength of this layer of 'self-protection' by probing the mine with her face. Too strong of a stimulus would most likely cause him to be 'bounced off' like Amber, so he had to be very careful.
In this way, after extremely careful contact, he found that he did not trigger the stone orb's' bouncing off '.
Not knowing if a 'dragon egg' had the ability to communicate, Gwen could only try to strengthen the idea of communication in his mind.
At first, there was no response.
But after a few seconds, he heard some buzzing sound in his mind, and it was not an auditory hallucination.
The stone orb was whispering something to him.
Gwen's spirit was suddenly uplifted, and he almost lost the connection because of the emotional turmoil. But soon he re-stabilized the fragile connection and sent out his first greeting, "Hello, I don't mean any harm, you can call me Gwen."
And the spiritual wave from the stone orb became clearer and clearer, and finally changed from a whisper into a sentence that could be heard clearly. It was a voice with a metallic sound, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a man or a woman. "Is it safe outside now?"
Gwen suppressed the excitement in his heart and tried to convey his sincerity. "It's safe here, you can rest assured."
"If you don't believe me, scram."
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