Ride and Cut

The day passed quickly.

When a full moon as bright as topaz gradually rose on the horizon, Li Cha had already brought the Second General Hengha and Nehru into the stone room at the bottom of the lake with the dwarves.

It was Robbie's request to bring in the spell-casting team. Although the three of them were less reliable than the other, they were experts in the field of magic after all, so they might be able to play a role.

Robbie said that the activity of the source quality will change with the phase of the moon, and it is the night of the full moon. As expected, the Titan's eyeball was many times brighter than when I first saw it, illuminating the side of the head faintly.

In order to suppress the news as much as possible, the dwarves didn't have many visitors, only the elders and a few related people were present. They were busy making preparations and brought horns and a lot of sacrificial instruments, making the whole scene very ceremonial.

The five candidates for the successors of the Titans are all in place. Even if they are short and tall, they all belong to the special kind. All of them have well-developed muscles and knots on their bodies.

The successors are said to drink only water and eat unfermented bread one day in advance, in order to stimulate their own "spirituality".

Li Cha was enjoying watching from the sidelines—these buddies were naked from head to toe, only a wolf fur was worn around their waists, very retro and original, probably trying their best to restore the costumes of dwarves in Titan's era.

Right now, several elders are surrounding them, chanting and spreading clean water with willow twigs.

Their movements reminded Li Cha of the butcher shop owners in the city, when business was bad in summer, they also used wicker to repel mosquitoes and flies in the same way.

"What's this doing?" he asked the trio of shamans beside him.

Of course, the second general was not smart enough to answer. Only Nehru looked at it for a while and replied: "The ritual to drive away bad luck is useless."

"Is it plausible to say that you inherit power?" Li Cha saw several Guangzhu brothers starting to dance the primitive dwarf war dance again, making the stone room full of echoes.

The kobold hesitated for a while and nodded, "It sounds a lot like the legendary shaman empowerment secret technique."

"Be more careful." Li Cha is short of melon seeds in his hand now.

"I haven't seen it with my own eyes. It is said that through this secret technique, when the older generation of shamans is dying, they can pass on their life experience to the younger generation."

"You're talking nonsense." The lord looked at Nehru with disdain, thinking that this guy must be bragging again, "If you really want to have this kind of secret technique, how can you shamans be looked down upon by mages all day long if you have accumulated chicken feathers from generation to generation to make dusters so good?"

His doubts are completely justified. For every spellcaster, exploring the truth has a strong personal touch, and others can only use it as a reference.

If a shaman has the ability to turn this lonely exploration into a relay race, this alone is enough to be many times stronger than a human mage, and how can it be mixed up like it is today.

"Of course I can't inherit all of it." Although Nehru is usually shameless, he still has to compete with the faint king when it comes to the dignity of the shaman. "I guess it would be good to inherit half of it at most."

"Oh, that still makes sense." Li Cha nodded.

Experience and experience This thing is not the accumulation of magic power, and it cannot be simply calculated by numbers. Once the older generation gets a 10% discount when accumulating 100% of the empowerment, the missing 10% may be useless, and the successor may not be able to make up for the missing part after spending a lifetime.

"When will it start?" Richard poked Robbie lightly and asked in a low voice.

"At midnight, the power of the moon will reach its peak." The traditional rituals of the dwarves are generally performed by the old man, and Robbie can't get involved, so he can only watch with Richard.

Li Cha waited patiently for a while. The tedious and lengthy ceremony made him drowsy for a while, until an elder raised his horn and blew three times without warning, scaring the lord so much that he almost jumped up on the spot.

His trembling shocked Robbie, who was highly concentrated beside him, "What's wrong?"

"It's all right." Li Cha rubbed his sleepy eyes and watched the actions on the court seriously.

He didn't know if it was the climax of the moon, but the preparation ceremony was obviously coming to an end, and the next step was the key step.

The five dwarf successors now each hold a turpentine torch and are dressed as fire robbers, standing in a row not far from the remains of the Titan.

The elder with the horn held it up and blew it vigorously.

"Brother Jin Tan, come on." Robbie twisted his fingers into a ball, praying softly for his clansmen.

Li Cha watched the number one Guangzhu brothergui walk up to the remains of the titan with a pious expression on his face, knelt down on one knee and stroked his chest to pay respects, and then put his palms on the dazzling eyeballs.

The dwarves were still unprepared, the eyeballs were a little too high for them, and the warrior now had to stand on tiptoes, looking awkward and unserious.

"Use the blood connection to call the great Titan!" The elder's voice was majestic and deep.

The warrior closed his eyes as promised, devoutly trying to communicate with the source quality close at hand with his heart.

"Will it be dangerous?" Li Cha asked in a low voice.

"It feels like it should. It might not be so easy to bear the soul essence carried by a titan so big and forcibly stuffed into a dwarf's body."

Nehru nodded in a serious manner, and the experts in the industry were well-mannered, but the words "feel", "should", and "probably" revealed the fact that he was also guessing wildly.

"The candidates are already the strongest in the tribe." Robbie's words proved that the dwarves had indeed considered this issue.

"What if you can't bear it?"

"Maybe it will explode." Nehru twirled a strand of white hair on his chin with two fingers, thoughtfully.

Li Cha quietly moved to the back of Second General Heng Ha, making sure that the monster's door-like body blocked him tightly. He raised his head and found that Nehru was nowhere to be seen in his original position. He turned around and saw a dog face smiling obsequiously behind him.

However, it turned out that their worries were completely unnecessary. Li Cha didn't know what the so-called "calling with bloodlines" was all about. Anyway, seeing this warrior calling for a long time, he didn't call out anything except sweat on his forehead.

That eyeball was still so bright, without even the slightest fluctuation, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to give back.

Good things always take a lot of torment to achieve, and the dwarves had expected this situation long ago, and another horn sounded.

No. 1 retreated with a gloomy face, and No. 2 Guang Zhuxionggui took over his unfinished business, and it didn't take long for him to retreat at an even faster speed.

No. 3, No. 4, until No. 5, they changed round like a lantern, whether there was no response or no response.

It was obviously a serious scene, but now Li Cha had to pinch his thigh hard to hold back his laughter. He felt that the dwarves might have gotten it wrong at the beginning, and maybe the source of the Titans might only have the function of luminescence after tens of thousands of years.