My summons are weird

Chapter 972 962. Am I qualified?

Twenty years, for the human race, the babbling children have grown into independent young adults. For the sirens and elves, it is just a long four seasons, and for the dragons, it is just a light sleep.

For Cha Cha, it was almost his whole life.

From the moment Solan handed over the power to him, a heavy mission rested on his shoulders.

Enlightenment, race rises, returns to the surface, nation is founded.

Everything Solan wanted to do but couldn't do, and his life span also only gave him a limited time.

"Are you tired?" Lu Yu sat on the bedside of Cha Cha, who was skinny and skinny.

Really skin and bones, Chacha now is like someone covering a skeleton with a skin.

"Becoming a king is a curse." Cha Cha recalled the teacher's appearance and said what he had heard before, "A curse for one person, the rise of a whole clan... There will be no more cost-effective deal than this."

The sound of sobs echoed in the room.

In Solan's expectation, Cha Cha only needs to complete the two tasks of enlightenment and rise in twenty years, and hand over the remaining two items to his successor. Blackwater hopes to overturn the despicable and inferior past in fifty years. The inherent image, reshaping the image in the minds of other races, walking on the earth with head held high.

However, as of today, Chacha has completed all four.

He gave up enjoyment and rest and treated himself in the most cruel way.

Seeing the ruthlessness of time from Solan, Chacha did not dare to waste a minute or a second. This exhaustive consideration was finally rewarded in the magic wave, but it also made his body overdrawn to an extreme degree, and this was probably his An important reason for not joining the ranks of metamorphosis after infiltration.

Trolls, elves, and dryads, doctors from the three tribes have all given the diagnosis of "excessive worry and haggard mind."

In order for Oroen to get out of the demon-suppressing curse, Lulu, who was developing pharmaceuticals, was also given such a diagnosis by Xinlu, and the best cure was to rest.

Under the careful care and strict control of Lu Yu and Sera, it didn't take long for Lulu to recover as before.

But it is obvious that "retreat" is not within the scope of Chacha's consideration at all.

From the day he became the leader of his clan, he was determined to light himself up like a candle.

Lu Yu looked at Cha Cha's once bright eyes, but now they were cloudy and dull, and he saw the meaning of relief in them.

"Before I die, can I see the will of God who inspired my teacher and changed our family? He is restoring my soul to peace."

Unlike Solan, who had questioned the short lifespan sadly and angrily before his death, Chacha talked about death in an unusually calm manner, just like a certain door opened or a certain step stepped over, never a detail worth thinking about.

The room was filled with tears, and the trolls begged Cha Cha to persevere. The tribesmen were looking for a more powerful pharmacist who could restore him to his original state.

Seeing these giant trolls, who were taller and burlier than him, burst into tears, Cha Cha had an almost doting smile on his face.

"Don't cry." It was more of coaxing than an order. Cha Cha no longer had the strength to make a majestic voice. Every byte was leaking, which made his voice suppressed by the crying.

"I told you, don't cry!"

After saying that, Cha Cha coughed violently, and his body with only skin and bones spit out less than half a teacup of blood. Lulu and Xinlu quickly took out the plant essences they carried with them to moisturize Cha Cha's body.

Seeing a little red light appear on Cha Cha's dull green skin, Xinlu was slightly startled.

Although the essence of plants and trees can bring healing and relieve pain, the effect is not immediate and will not be so significant.

When Cha Cha was able to finish a whole sentence smoothly and no longer paused for breath, she sighed deeply.

"Want something to eat?"

Xinlu's sudden inquiry made Chacha suddenly find that he seemed to have some appetite. The burning pain in his throat and esophagus no longer stung when he swallowed, and his stomach was also jubilant, making a "gurgling" sound impatiently, urging him. What are you wearing?

The trolls in the room rushed out the door with joy and announced the good news, bursting with gratitude to Xinlu and Lulu for their wonderful rejuvenation.

Seeing Lu Yu also getting up, Cha Cha asked curiously: "Where are you going?"

"Perhaps you would also like to know what our morning delicacies taste like."

Cha Cha was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It's a great honor to have someone recognized by the teacher cook for me."

After Lu Yu also left, Cha Cha casually took the cup placed on the table, looked at the dark red blood he had just spit out, and smiled bitterly.

"How much time do I have?" Chacha raised his head and looked at Xinlu.

"According to my experience, your body is activating the last burst of adrenaline... This is a morning medical term. You can understand that it is doing its best to make you feel better. Your brain is blocking the pain for you, so Now you will feel very healthy, the effectiveness varies from person to person, you are too weak, so... at most, it will only be half a day."

Cha Cha opened his mouth slightly, and after a long time, he asked a question that both Lulu and Xinlu were unexpected.

"If I can persist for more than half a day, can it prove that my willpower has exceeded my physical limits?"

Xinlu wanted to say strictly that she couldn't, but hospice care was something she had learned from her teacher when she was still in the Theocracy, so she chose to nod.

Sure enough, seeing her nod, a blush appeared on Cha Cha's face again, fighting against his body and fate, making his spirit become excited.

The hot food was quickly served on the table, and Lu Yu and his party were invited to sit down.

The table manners of the Blackwater Trolls are basically in line with the local human race, which has the largest number of people. The dishes are no longer raw meat and simply roasted over a fire, but have sophisticated cooking techniques.

Hearing Cellululu ask about this matter, Cha Cha felt proud.

After Blackwater established his own kingdom on the ground, he treated the refugees from all races kindly, and used practical actions to prove that the trolls were no longer a crude, ignorant, despicable and bloody race.

The first refugees who had the courage to seek asylum found that the trolls were as trustworthy as they claimed, and gradually became a part of this country.

Today's cultural connectivity is an intuitive reflection of racial integration.

This is also the change that Solan and Chacha have been trying to bring to their tribe.

Cellululu's well-timed questions made Chacha feel very happy. He took an unprecedented sip of strong liquor after not drinking for many years - the troll asked Xinlu, and Xinlu's answer was "Let him indulge and indulge, there is no harm."

With the drink in his stomach, Cha Cha's appetite increased greatly. He chewed two pieces of honey-glazed pork chops three times and divided them by two. He had not had such a good appetite for a long time.

"What kind of dish is this?"

"Spicy and sour seabass. Spicy is Chenxi's speciality. Generally speaking, I don't recommend you to taste it, but now...it doesn't hurt to try something new, right?"

Cha Cha laughed heartily. He tried to stop Lu Yu from picking up the fish head for him, saying it was unnecessary, but in the end he silently enjoyed the kindness.

Chacha, who had never eaten chili, was sweating profusely as he took a mouthful of fish and a mouthful of strong wine, his bloodless body glowing red.

The trolls were overjoyed, and everyone was filled with an irresistible smile. Their king had not been so active for a long time.

Seeing that Chenxi people seemed to be having a dull meal, they even asked if the food was not to their liking.

"Phew, I haven't felt so comfortable eating for a long time. What a novel taste, how amazingly delicious." Cha Cha sighed, "The teacher believed that Mr. Lu Yu could become a powerful summoner, but he didn't expect that in terms of eating, You also went to the extreme.”

Speaking of summons, Lu Yu remembered a little thing.

"You seem to be using the flesh-and-blood chariot that I summoned as the banner of the Troll Summoner?"

Cha Cha suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "If you mind, I can order the change now."

"No need, I just happened to have a group of dependents who were active not far away. They saw it and said something to me."

"Oh? Have you ever dealt with our Black Water?"

"They prefer to live underground. The only ones active on the ground should be some squirrels, as well as some elves responsible for farming, the rabbit ears and humans."

"I understand. Please tell your Excellency Lu Yu the name and logo. This area is large enough, and Blackwater is not a group that invades wantonly. As long as there is no direct conflict, we will restrain it."

To prepare for his planarians to enter the active period on the ground, Lu Yu's second purpose of this trip has also been achieved.

Just like Solan before, Chacha asked about Lu Yu's experiences over the years after the meal.

Back then, Lu Yu responded to Solan with some false literary creations, satisfying his heart that was locked by the ethnic group. Now facing Cha Cha, he no longer needs to think hard about splicing and stitching, and naturally opened up the chat box.

The Silent Mountains of Thoresen left Chacha stunned, and the Vanessa ruins in Mostana made Chacha cry.

Cha Cha clenched his fists and his face turned red when he heard Lan Shuicheng's efforts to turn the tide.

The morning dawned, and twenty years of ups and downs were condensed into a narrative of less than half a day. The warmth that flashed through the majestic waves made Cha Cha suddenly burst into tears - he was a person without a small family, and he often longed for the family affection of ordinary people. .

The last person to give him such feelings was Solan.

"Your twenty years...what a legend, like an epic." Chacha suddenly felt uncomfortable in his throat, and his voice became hoarse again.

"You are not bad either. Your story is enough for a bard to write a poem and circulate it."

"I hope they can compose a ballad to defend the Blackwater clan." Cha Cha said without hesitation.

The numbness coming from his fingertips made Chacha realize something. He turned to look at Xinlu, and saw that after she nodded slightly, she froze for a few seconds, with a look of relief on her face.

"Jean Fuka, come here."

Furka, a burly troll wearing an animal skin coat, had been busy in the room.

Even if he knelt down when he came to Cha Cha, he was still taller than Cha Cha, so he lay directly on the ground.

For more than ten years, Black Water has been controlled by this little goblin who can be called a dwarf, and all the trolls, without exception, have expressed their respect and admiration for Cha Cha in this way— -All the blackwater trolls can only look up to him.

"From today on, you are the Lord of Black Water."

The crown and scepter that had been prepared long ago were taken out of the box by Cha Cha.

"Teacher Solan gave it to me back then, and now, I give it to you."

His throat was already sore and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, but Cha Cha still insisted that he did not need anyone's support. He held up objects that symbolized rights and responsibilities, and looked at his chosen successor with stern but gentle eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to have gone back in time and possessed the teacher.

"Did the teacher feel like this back then?" he thought.

Uneasy, but full of expectations.

Fuqua was not a fool and he realized what was happening.

"Your health has improved, teacher...teacher..." After just saying a few words, this troll who was usually strong and courageous broke down in tears.

"Take it, silly boy." Perhaps because he firmly believed that he had made the right choice, or perhaps because he could finally relieve himself of his responsibilities, Cha Cha felt particularly relaxed. He couldn't help but make a joke, "For trolls, Goblins The crowns and staffs of the times are a bit too small, maybe you should have put them on when you were a child?"

Seeing that Fuka was losing control of his emotions, Chacha restrained his gentleness and angrily shouted: "Don't cry!"

It was also with this roar that Fuka subconsciously took the crown and staff from Chacha's hand.

"From this moment on, you are the Lord of Black Water. Put away your weakness, otherwise it will only make me regret the choices I have made over the years. Do you want me to die with my eyes closed and face Teacher Solan without face!"

Fuka was still sobbing, Cha Cha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and put on a kind face again.

He patted Fuka on the shoulder: "Don't worry, your road is easier to walk than me at that time... I have pulled out the thorns everywhere and laid out soft turf. You only need to pay attention to what is behind you." If you follow one of your subjects, you can go on steadily. It's not difficult...cough cough cough...really, it's not difficult...I've done all the difficult...cough cough cough!"

Almost instantly, all the strength in Cha Cha's body seemed to be drained away, and the short and tall figure fell down suddenly. The speed was so fast that Lu Yu who was beside him had no time to react.

Cha Cha's nose began to ooze blood, blood foam blocked his trachea, and he was breathing heavily.

The magic circle with the essence of vegetation as the cornerstone that had been placed in the room before the meal came into play, forcibly pulling Cha Cha back from the brink of death.

But it was only a matter of time. Sera could feel that Cha Cha's life breath was rapidly leaking from his body.

"I'm very happy... before I die... I can see... my old friend, so that I... have a good appetite... God, finally took pity on me once..."

"Fuka..."

"I'm here, teacher, I'm here!"

"Listen... you must take good care of... the goblins who have lost the chance to transform... they are who we used to be... don't abandon them, let them... be happy and complete their last journey." Chacha died. He clutched one of Fuka's fingers, "I only have twenty years... but you have more... time..."

Another sharp gasp.

"Don't be impatient...you can do better than me."

The essence of plants and trees extracted by the eighth-level forest essence came into play, and Cha Cha, whose body organs were in a state of failure, regained consciousness.

"Pick me up and go to Blackwater Tower."

The Blackwater Tower was built under the orders of Cha Cha. It is a high observation tower built against the mountain. Standing on the top of the tower, you can look far into the distance and have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery around the Blackwater.

This is the place where Blackwater is closest to the sky. It is the middle of winter and the sky is covered with heavy snow. The visibility is very low and everything as far as the eye can see is white.

The stairs to the tower were lined with giant magicians who came after hearing the news. They cried and watched as Fuka carried Chacha up the steps.

At this moment, Chacha was curled up in Fuka's arms like a baby, and he could no longer open his eyes.

When they reached the top of the tower, the howling cold wind made Cha Cha open his eyes again with difficulty.

Chacha doesn't have any entertainment hobbies, so he likes to come here to hang out in his spare time.

This is the land he fought for for his people, and it is the initial place where he rewrote the history of Blackwater.

Lu Lu stared at the card in her hand and suddenly stepped forward.

"I thought you'd want to see this."

Fuqua pushed the card into Chacha's hand blankly.

His blurry eyes suddenly came into focus, and he saw the pattern on the card clearly.

In the center of Catu is a Goblin falling into the abyss, surrounded by a group of cavalry with fearful expressions on their faces.

Chacha trembled, and he asked Fuka to squat down so that he could talk to Lu Lu.

"This is……"

"A card game made by a puppet god. My father told him the story of the old Goblin King, and finally made this card. Its effect is to send yourself to the graveyard when activated, and at the same time randomly seal it. A card in the opponent's hand cannot be used for two turns."

"The card description is that some kings choose to sacrifice others, and some kings choose to sacrifice themselves."

Thinking of what the teacher once did, Cha Cha was moved by the appropriate card effect.

"God's... card..." Cha Cha smiled, "In the future... can I also leave traces in it?"

"I'll paint it myself."

Lu Lu's eyes were firm, and Cha Cha seemed to see the original Lu Yu.

What a wonderful fate that allowed me to see the shadow of the past when I was about to leave.

"You will become a great magician, you will definitely..."

The teacher said this to Lu Yu back then, now it's his turn.

"Lord Lu Yu...am I comparable to the teacher?" Chacha asked.

"You are you, Solan is Solan."

"Then...am I qualified as a king?"

"From what I've seen over the years, there are only a handful of people who are better than you."

After many years, Lu Yu finally had the confidence to evaluate outstanding kings like Solan and Chacha.

It was meeting people like Solan, Laurend, and Cha Cha that made Lu Yu's heart not as cold and desperate as the snow monster.

The reason why he returned to the past path was because of these fragments that could be accumulated into forward momentum and turned into anchor points deep in his heart to resist decay.

"Little one, you've done a good enough job... rest." The voice fell from the sky and inserted into Lu Yu's answer.

Huo Gu fluttered his wings and tore apart the wind and snow, allowing Cha Cha to look further afield and look at the country he had created with his own hands.

His voice released the last trace of life stubbornly left in his body, and the cries coming from behind made him feel more peaceful.

Cha Cha smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

I can finally dream, and return to the cold and damp underground palace, but the teacher is still beside me.

Back to my childhood when I didn’t have to be strong and could cry as much as I wanted.

Twenty years...how could it be so long?