Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 911 - 502 Your Majesty I Dont Understand Dragon
Chapter 911: Chapter 502: Your Majesty, I Don’t Understand Dragon Language
Chapter 911: Chapter 502: Your Majesty, I Don’t Understand Dragon Language
“Really… really? Are you the God of Knowledge?” Tiguli asked, her voice trembling.
The male Wizard was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion, “Tiguli, who are you talking to?”
Tiguli waved him off and knelt down devoutly, saying, “Is it really you, the all-knowing God of Knowledge? Please bestow your name upon me, I wish to worship you devoutly forever, may your glory shine endlessly across all lands…”
Then Tiguli, as if she had heard something, nodded repeatedly, “Oh oh oh, is that what it’s called? Okay, I’ll go open the passage right away and inherit your legacy, thank you for the grace of the God of Knowledge.”
Tiguli clumsily grabbed and pulled the male Wizard, rushing him toward the passage.
The male Wizard was still confused, “Uh, no, food, what happened?”
Tiguli ran forward, dragging him along without saying a word.
Negris exclaimed excitedly, “Keep up, keep up, someone cast an invisibility spell.”
Just as Anthony was about to make a move, Grey said, “I’ll do it. Mirror of Light.”
A sleek barrier enveloped them, its surface so smooth it reflected the surroundings, making their group seem to vanish into thin air.
Under the Mirror of Light, the group followed along, entering the passageway while still hearing the male Wizard’s query, “Tiguli, what happened? You’re mumbling nonsensically, not even caring about the food we finally cooked.”
Negris chuckled softly, “These kids are too easy to deceive, they fell for it just like that, don’t they have any vigilance?”
Anthony coughed slightly, hesitated as if about to say something, but then thought better of it. However, Grey was not pleased:
“They’re naive and have a good heart because they haven’t been out in society, that’s why they fell for your trick. In fact, when they graduate, we’ll have some training courses to teach them how to be more vigilant, not to trust anyone too easily, especially not the God of Knowledge, hmph.”
“La la la la, the God of Knowledge wouldn’t deceive anyone, didn’t I tell her my name? If she knew Dragon Language, she could pronounce it,” Negris shamelessly said.
Bada, Grey really wanted to punch him in the eye, but unfortunately, Negris was currently in a projected state.
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How could a human speak Dragon Language, which requires a resonating cavity? Without the large chest cavity and long vocal tract of a Giant Dragon, it is simply impossible to produce Dragon Language.
However, Negris’s glee came to an abrupt halt when Tiguli, nearly at the end of the passage, suddenly shouted, “Everyone, be careful, there are Undead! They whispered in my ear pretending to be the God of Knowledge!”
“Pfft—” Grey couldn’t help but laugh, and Anthony also struggled to contain his amusement, but only Negris was hurt, “She didn’t fall for it? But she acted so well, I thought she believed me. If I were really an Undead, I wouldn’t have come back to stop her; if she had expressed disbelief right there, I wouldn’t have let her escape.”
At the end of the passage, there were three senior Mages, one of whom was a Great Magician. They were setting up a table, lighting a Magic Lamp, and pulling out numerous books to pore over, trying to find any trace of the name of the God of Knowledge.
The moment they heard Tiguli’s shout, they immediately jumped up, and the Great Magician even grabbed the Magic Lamp, twisting the knob at the base as if switching modes, and its holy light shone into the passage like a pillar, falling on Tiguli.
Tiguli covered her eyes and charged forward, with the male Wizard also rushing behind her.
Once they were behind the Magic Lamp, a beam of light entered the passage as if it had touched something; a reflected beam hit the Great Magician holding the lamp.
The Great Magician narrowed his eyes slightly and urgently said, “It’s the Mirror of Light.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of frightened shouts came from the passage, “Ah! It’s Holy Light, it’s Holy Light, it’s so uncomfortable, feels like flames scorching my soul, ah, it’s Holy Light, it’s Holy Light, I’m going to evaporate, it’s the bane of darkness, the death knell of the Undead—”
At first, Tiguli and the others were pleased when they heard the shouts, but as they continued, everyone’s faces darkened. Singing opera? It was clear nothing was happening; they were being mocked.
The Great Magician grabbed the Magic Wand and slammed it onto the ground, sending a fire dragon through the passage, quickly turning it into a sea of flames.
However, they soon witnessed an astonishing scene. In the passage, the flames gradually extinguished silently, extending outward as if something was moving forward, dispersing the fire.
“I… I…” the Great Magician was speechless; he of course knew how difficult it was to achieve this level of silence. Using magic to dissipate would be one thing, but it was clearly not that now, instead, it was deprivation…
Depriving him of control over the Fire Element, which was what caused this phenomenon, and the person opposite must have been a Mage more powerful than him.
He was a Great Magician; higher than him were only the Arcanist and the Truther. Could it be the Arcanist coming? Now he was really doomed.
“Hmph, scared now, aren’t you? You barely assess your own level before daring to lead so many younger students on an adventure? It wouldn’t matter if you killed yourself, but killing everyone else would be troublesome, could you face their parents, their teachers, or the hardworking farmers?”
A stern voice came through, leaving everyone stunned, as if suddenly transported from a dim adventure setting back into a classroom, the tone and manner exactly like one of their schoolteachers.
