N-A-A Chapter 491
Chapter 491
With the operation of the forging god, the sand and stone magma in his hand was gradually kneaded into a huge forging furnace.
When the God of Forging used his own hands to shape these sand magma, there was only enjoyment and pleasure in his eyes, and there was no other chaotic emotions to speak of.
The God of Forging, a life born only for forging.
In his eyes, forging is his everything, and it is also the meaning of life.
The feeling of satisfaction in polishing and forging everything he has seen and touched into exquisite tools and works of art is enough to make the god of forging give up all his efforts.
With the operation of the Forging God, the gravel magma in his hand turned into a huge lava furnace in minutes.
With the help of this furnace, the flame temperature in the hands of the Forging God suddenly rose by several levels, sparks splashed, and the high temperature suddenly rose.
Looking at the forging furnace in front of him, the forging god put his finger into the furnace and used his body to feel the temperature of the furnace.
After controlling the fire for almost a while, the God of Forging put the cactus spikes behind him into the forging furnace one by one.
Whether it was the Forging God or the Dream God, after they unsealed the seal, they did not immediately send any information to their super-level companions.
They're all doing their own thing.
At the same time, on the edge of the extraterritorial battlefield, the white-haired boy was flying towards the inland direction with the elf king.
The two were flying in the air while chatting about the sky.
The white-haired boy looked at the vast land below him, and a look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
"After so many years, I wonder how my dragon clan has developed now, is it still a first-class race in this world? How did you get along with the Titans? When
the elf king beside the white-haired young man heard this, he couldn't help but complain:
"Do you still need to ask if the development of your dragon clan is good?"
"Above the entire world, in the absence of super-level creatures, it is not yet a ninth-order dragon creature that firmly occupies the top of the pyramid in this world."
"Above the ninth-order dragons, there are also ancient dragons with strength up to half a step super-step."
"The strength of the newborn pure-blood dragon race can reach the strength of the third or even the fourth order, and if it is allowed to grow up so healthy, it will be at least a seventh-order extraordinary monster when it becomes an adult."
"If you work a little harder, you will directly be the eighth order, and if you work hard, you will directly be the ninth order, and the upgrade will be like flowing water."
"With such a strong racial strength, it is difficult for your dragon clan to live badly even if you want to."
Speaking of this, even the Elf King's face showed a look of envy.
What kind of dragon race, this is clearly the proud son of this world.
This is the case in this world, and sometimes the gap between origin and race determines the fate of two creatures.
Some people were born in Rome, and some people were born cows and horses.
Some creatures are unable to reach the end of their entire lives.
The gap between living things and living things is so terrifying that it is desperately large.
And the dragon race is the most powerful race in the world, even one of the most powerful creatures in the super creatures is the dragon god of the dragon race, is this fair?
This is not fair at all、、、
even though the Elf King at this moment has been a super-level creature for many years, he is still indignant about it.
Faced with the spit of the elf king beside him, the white-haired boy scratched his head in embarrassment and tried to change the topic.
"Hey, in fact, the Titans are not much worse than our dragon race."
"The only opponent of our dragon clan in this world is the Titans."
"And among the super-level creatures who can fight me, the only one is the guy of the Titan God."
The Elf King, who was originally still looking indignant, suddenly became even more angry after hearing the white-haired young man's words.
"By the way, there is also the group of guys of the Titan clan, it is also outrageous, why are you guys born so strong, one by one, the skin is thick, and the skin is strong at the same time."
"And our elven race is not only physically fragile, but also not particularly familiar in battle."
"After eating one by one, I know that lying at home and enjoying myself is not motivated at all."
"It is because of this that there are so few strong people in our elven race, it is really blind that you have such a good elemental affinity."
Speaking of the elf king here, there is a feeling that iron is not steel.
Looking at the unwilling Elf King beside him, the white-haired boy could only change the topic again and asked the Elf King:
"Hey, by the way, you've been lifting the seal for so long, haven't you gone looking for your own race?" How are the elves doing now?
When the white-haired boy asked this question, the elf king, who was still complaining non-stop, suddenly stopped talking, and the whole person became silent.
Looking at the silent Elf King beside him, the white-haired boy looked confused.
I lean, I won't say something wrong again, thunder, right?
Sure enough, just when the white-haired boy regretted his words, the elf king suddenly replied to him with a lonely face:
"You may not believe it, I can't even find the place where the elven race is."
"I searched the continent for a whole time, and I didn't find my ethnic group."
"The place where our elven race originally lived has long been abandoned, and there is no elven race."
"I also specifically asked the aliens who lived around the walk, but they all said in unison that they didn't know."
"It wasn't until I learned about the Elven Secret Realm from them and the history of the tens of thousands of years after we were sealed, that I finally learned why my fellow elves chose to leave here."
"In my absence, members of our elven clan were reduced to slavery."
"Those top powerhouses within ten thousand races, guys with strength as high as the ninth order, sell and trade my elven clansmen as slaves."
"It is precisely because our elven clan members are unable to resist the plunder from other races that they ended up so miserable."
"If they hadn't happened to encounter a spatial secret realm and survived in it, perhaps my elven clan would have been extinct long ago."
Speaking of this, the Elf King's face suddenly became a little sad, and he sighed slightly.
"Sure enough, tens of thousands of years ago, I still protected my people so well that after losing my protection, they would actually fall like this."
"I hurt them by over-spoiling."
The white-haired boy looked at the face of the Elf King and was speechless for a while.
Because now he doesn't know what to say to the Elf King, he can only let the other party vent.