Chapter 222 I Am the Dragon!

Yao Shao often came over to chat with Long Ji and enlighten the young dragonborn.

Long Ji was still depressed, but he began to read and talk to Yao Shao about the voices in his head.

Long Ji didn't feel it was a burden to Chaotic Dragon Language.

"At first, I thought they were noisy. But in fact, many dragons left messages. They left their own stories and spells. I hope those who come after me will remember them."

"The dragon looks mighty, but it also has a lot of troubles."

"I heard one dragon say that its scales often fell off, especially on its neck and head, which often made it look very embarrassing. It even had to use scales from other animals to stick to the exposed dragon skin."

"The dragon said that it has a terminal disease, and the scales around its head and neck will eventually fall off, turning into a plucked chicken... No dragon language spell can save the scales from peeling off."

"It finally found a secret medicine that can make thick black coarse hair grow in the place where it fell off, and then its entire head was covered with thick long hair like weeds."

"These hairs could not be eradicated, and grew longer and longer, and finally completely wrapped its head. This caused it to suffer a great loss when fighting an enemy. In the end, it was seriously injured and died."

"There is also a dragon. It created a powerful forbidden spell, which was powerful enough to destroy a country. But the lethality was too great. The dragon himself was injured and died in a sneak attack by the deadly enemy..."

Long Ji talks about the regrets left by the Dragon Clan.

Medicine Spoon listened patiently.

For Long Ji, Yao Shao said the most.

"Young people should eat more, eat more, read more, and have a good rest."

One day later, the medicine spoon never came.

Long Ji waited in the room and finally couldn't help but open the door and ask the scholars about the situation outside.

From the scholar's mouth, he learned that the Prophet Spoon had passed away yesterday.

Lu Yao saw a question mark appear on Long Ji's head. He didn't seem to believe it yet. He went out all the way and saw the tombstone of the prophet buried behind the temple, and then he gave up completely.

He squatted beside the tombstone and remained motionless for a long time.

Then a mess suddenly appeared above Long Ji's head. White light flashed on his body, his health dropped a bit, and a ball of light surrounded the tombstone.

A ghost appears on the tombstone, which is the medicine spoon.

"Is this dragon language magic?" An exclamation point appeared over Medicine Spoon Ghost's head.

A sad expression with drooping eyes appeared on Long Ji's head: "Teacher Yao Shao, I'm sorry. If I could learn some dragon language spells earlier, I might be able to save you."

"Don't worry, death is nothing to be afraid of, it's just part of the journey."

The ghost prophet comforted: "What's more, Lord Yao has already created Sanilo for us, which is the habitat of ghosts. I will not disappear, I will just change my life."

"Longji, you have a talent that many people only dream of."

Medicine Spoon said: "Remember? You said, because a dragon is a dragon."

"The Dragon King is majestic because Dragon Nest is located in the north. The cold northern continent has always been safe and stable. Even if a divine war breaks out in a distant place, the war cannot cross the boundaries drawn by Dragon Nest."

"People revere the Dragon Nest and praise the Dragon King because it is the loyal guard of the gods, the support of the northern continent, and the watcher of the roof of the world. Everything it does, everyone sees in their eyes and is grateful in their hearts. "

"You were born in the north, and you should also know that the original dragons were not like this. At that time, everyone was full of fear of dragons, and there were countless people who wanted to challenge and conquer the dragon's nest."

"Led by the dwarf adventure group Blast Furnace Strangers, many adventure groups and monks have tried to challenge the Dragon King."

"But now, if there are still people who think this way, we will probably think that they are either crazy or stupid."

Yao Shao said: "A dragon is a dragon, but this is also the dragon's choice. Between monsters and greatness, it chooses the latter, which is more difficult but full of a sense of accomplishment."

"What I can tell you is that it feels really good when you prove to the world that what you're doing is incredibly positive and that a lot of people continue to follow in your footsteps..."

An exclamation mark appeared on Long Ji's head.

"Okay, I've been nagging for too long. This is also a common problem among the elderly."

"Goodbye then, I'm going to the south to see my old friends."

"Good luck."

The ghost slowly disappeared.

Two little people appeared above Longji's head and started fighting with each other.

Finally, the two villains merge into one.

A light bulb lit up in Long Ji's head and he said to himself: "A dragon is a dragon, a dragon is a dragon..."

"A dragon is a dragon."

"A dragon is a dragon!"

"I am the dragon!"

The young dragonborn prophet opened his arms and waved his broad bat wings. Although it can't fly, its momentum is completely different.

Lu Yao double-clicked the mouse and found that Long Ji had one more ability.

…

[Psychic Spell]: Dragon language spell, summoning the ghosts of the dead through corpses or wreckage. Ryuki triggers the spell by sacrificing a portion of his blood.

…

Lu Yao saw it and said it was outrageous.

Although he is easily judged as autistic by the outside world, Long Ji is a genius in dragon language spells, and is more like a pure-blood dragon than Pasha.

Lu Yao immediately gave him some encouragement.

The lv up↑ icon on Long Ji's head kept lighting up.

Lu Yao spent a total of 5,500 faith points to upgrade him to level 10, which was also the most cost-effective stage.

Longji knelt on the ground: "Great Yao God, thank you for your blessing. I will do my best to use my abilities to become a prophet like Teacher Yaoshao."

After he stood up, he glanced at the tombstone and turned to enter the temple.

In the following time, Longji rarely went out.

He sat in the temple all the time, facing the wall in the corner.

Oval-shaped chaotic dragon language kept appearing above Longji's head.

He tried to interpret it and recorded it on the wall with charcoal. The whole wall was full of various symbols and handwriting he wrote. After each record was complete, he copied the content on a parchment roll for preservation.

This project is very huge, and the dragon language itself is full of confusion. It takes a lot of time and patience to sort it out.

…

Lu Yao focused his attention on Yaocheng itself.

The death of the prophet Yaoshao made many citizens spontaneously wear holy flowers, hold torches, and mourn in front of the monument.

Because the prophet said.

——Fire is our friend.

Compared with the first two prophets of Yaocheng, Yaoshao made this holy city the most stable city in the world. She made gradual attempts based on stability and finally made the magic potion come into being.

She fulfilled her goals and wishes when she was a prophet, combining theology and medicine together, which had a huge impact on the whole world and was also the guide of the extraordinary era.

Lu Yao recalled.

Since Yaoshao became the prophet of Yaocheng, he has never worried about this city. He is more concerned about Yancheng next door, Saniluo in the south, and even the Tree Crown City in the experimental area.

Maybe he subconsciously felt that Yaocheng would not have any problems.

Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements.

Unlike Shangli and Tonghai who turned the tide, Yaoshao never let the threat happen at all. This is the most stable settlement in the world.

No matter how reluctant he was, Yaoshao had unloaded the burden and went to the south to start a new life.

Lu Yao could only look forward.

Yaoshao's departure did not affect the order of Yaocheng.

The Temple was still running as usual. Qiu Biluol inherited the position of the head of the temple and led the entire temple to continue researching magic potions, managing the city, and spreading and maintaining the faith of the gods.

In the temple, the prophet Longji focused on recording and translating the dragon language.

From then on, the prophet no longer had to manage the city in Yaocheng. Administration and theology were further separated, and each could focus on their own areas of expertise.