Chapter 2348 Dragon Scales

Some stubborn elf-goblin hybrids guard the outskirts of the clan every day, waiting to be spotted by the pure-blood clansmen, or to abduct a few of them and run away.

However, things didn't work out as they wished. They waited and waited, but in the end they couldn't wait for the day when they were favored by pure-blood tribesmen, and they all gave up.

Others who knew how to adapt gave up the possibility of marrying pure-blood tribesmen and instead chose to marry foreigners to continue to reproduce their offspring.

The descendants of this group of mixed-race children are also different from the descendants of ordinary forest elves. Most of them are born with at least one talent that ordinary people do not have. For example, the Fred family in later generations, and Celia next to me... Crumin.

"This girl's human bloodline is relatively weak, but the bloodline of fairies and elves is relatively strong. I can confirm that she is not an ordinary forest elf, but a descendant of a mixed race."

Tyrannosaurus King Bakar stared at Celia without blinking and said calmly: "She should have at least one talent that does not exist in humans or even my dragon family."

As he spoke, he burst out with an irresistible momentum and rushed towards Celia. The latter's face tightened and she hid behind me in fear.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's very unethical for you to suddenly release your pressure like this."

As my words fell, the overwhelming momentum suddenly dissipated without a trace. Bakar's pupils returned to their original shape again. He continued to say in that indifferent tone mixed with laziness: "Humph, it seems that her The talent is not of the combat type."

My words of comfort finally calmed Celia's frightened heart.

Bakar hooked his fingers and said, "Little girl, tell me your talent."

"God, talent." Celia looked blank, as if she didn't understand what Bakar was talking about.

"Don't you understand?" Bakar snorted coldly: "Are you still pretending to be stupid?"

"What God, God, talent, I am not an adventurer."

Celia's pretty little face was full of fear, and she once again wanted to hide behind me.

"Don't be afraid." I held her slender hand and comforted her, "He is my friend and will not hurt you."

"Hmph, half-breed. Even if the first generation of half-breeds comes, I will still be able to fight, not to mention you, a half-breed whose blood is not pure."

Although his tone was full of contempt, it was obvious that these words full of contempt really alleviated a lot of Celia's fear.

But she still seemed a little timid.

"Talents are not just for adventurers." Bakar was probably bored, so he patiently gave Celia some knowledge about talents: "Whether it's humans, Nagas, Goblins, Slimes, aliens, etc. , or fairies, elves, dragons, as long as they are species born with life, they will be endowed with talents. This is an innate ability, which is completely different from becoming an adventurer and awakening talents later."

"Talent is reflected in many aspects, including combat and life. Well, it seems that my explanation is still too profound, so let's make it simpler, um. The so-called talent is the difference between you and others. The difference, put it this way, do you understand?”

Celia nodded in understanding, and then shook her head. This move directly made Bakar angry.

I think that Celia grew up next to the high priest of the orc tribe. She has almost no knowledge of many aspects of common sense and some etiquette of dealing with others. The conversation between you and her may be simple and easy for others to understand. For her, it was really too much.

After thinking for a moment, I asked Celia: "Do you know why the orc high priest wants to keep you by his side?"

Celia thought for a while and shook her head.

Hmm. It seems that this question is wrong, so I will ask it another way.

"Did the high priest of the orcs tell you about your merits? Or praise you for some of your strengths?"

This time, Celia's eyes lit up. She told me that when she was three years old, the orc tribe's high priest once praised her, saying that she had abilities that were better than her own.

I understood immediately and said to Bakar with a smile: "What she has is the ability to predict."

"Predictive ability!" Bakar looked shocked.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting so surprised?"

After hearing what I said, Bakar realized that he had lost his composure. He calmed down his emotions a little and said in a deep voice: "You don't know something. The ability to predict has always been one of the most peculiar abilities in the world."

"What's so strange about it?"

Bakar had a strange look on his face and said half-smilingly: "Isn't it strange to be able to predict the future in advance?"

"How weird is this?" I waved my hand and said disdainfully: "Even if you really predict the future, those things that should happen will still happen."

"Then what do you think is weird?" Bakar's pupils narrowed slightly, and he took a breath of hot air and asked.

"Not only can you predict the future, but you can also change it. In your words, you can find and change the gears of destiny."

After hearing this, Bakar suddenly burst into laughter, which made the surrounding leaves rustle and the brittle branches of pine and willow trees were overwhelmed and broke off one after another.

After laughing, Bakar said bitterly: "Do you really think that anyone can reverse the gear of destiny? That is a product created by the great will with the supreme divine power!"

Isn’t the great will the God of creation? Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?

I curled my lips, a little disdainful, but did not refute.

Speaking of which, there is nothing wrong with the God of Creation being revered as the great will. This world, this universe, and the entire sky were all created by the God of Creation, including my body. It is the product of the God of Creation.

Thinking about it this way, the title "Great Will" actually doesn't sound so awkward.

After that, I chatted with Bakar for a while, and then told him that I planned to go to the islands alone to meet Antuun, the Devourer of Fire.

Bakar was silent for a long time and then said: "I hope you can come back alive."

I chuckled and said, "I would like to lend you your kind words."

Just as he was leaving, Bakar said again: "If you are not in a hurry, wait a few days and I will give you something."

When I heard that the dragon king, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, wanted to give me something, I naturally agreed happily.

So three days later, at the same location, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar opened a portal, and a humanoid creature with a lizard head walked out of it. I knew that they were a race called dragon people under Bakar.

This dragon man with gorgeous skin handed a palm-sized box into my hand, then turned and left.

When I opened the box, I was shocked to see a black and round piece, which looked like a Frisbee thrown around in the park for dogs to play with.

But I know very well that this is not a flying disc, but a genuine dragon scale from the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar.