DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 95: The Prophet's Inheritance
Moonlight Priest slowly explained, and everyone finally understood everything.
This enormous and extremely old plant-type dragon had once been the guardian God of the Elf race, leading the Elf Race from the weak to the strong.
But it's really too old.
The dragon race has a very long life. The lifespan of an ordinary dragon was over a thousand years, and the lifespan of a saint-level dragon could reach three thousand years.
However, this plant-type dragon had lived for over five thousand years.
Although the Springs of Life could bring about longevity, it could not provide eternal life.
The law of time is a principle that nothing can resist.
Now, the "prophet" has actually achieved its goal.
If the Spring of Life did not continue its life, it would melt completely together with the ground like a rotten tree in the next moment.
"So even a drop of the fountain of life is inseparable?" Bradley asked reluctantly.
Moonlight Priest shook his head and said, "Perhaps when the last elf dies, you can take the springs of life from our corpses."
His attitude has reached this point.
It was a pity, but there was nothing he could do.
"Michellia."
At some point, the "prophet" opened his eyes again.
"Give it to them. I've lived long enough. Let the Springs of Life help those who really need them. Don't waste it on me anymore."
Moonlight Priest still shook his head.
"Prophet, please allow the elves to be selfish this time."
One more long breath.
The prophet's eyes swept over several people one by one and suddenly stopped on Joelson.
The Prophet looked at Joelson for a long time and then said, "Come here, son."
Everyone was immediately shocked, including the Moonlight Priest.
Joelson was a little surprised. Did he call her?
"Yes, that's you, son."
Joelson slowly walked forward and bowed to this revered dragon elder.
"Can you come closer? Let me see you well."
Joelson hesitated for a moment and took two more steps forward.
He was less than a meter away from the dragon's eyes. He could almost feel a weak stream of air circulating around his body.
That was the dragon's last breath.
Hope and joy bloomed in his deep eyes.
"I can feel something about you that I've been waiting for. This aura can't be wrong."
The Prophet was happy for a reason.
The moonlight priest's gaze was fixed on Joelson, his eyes filled with shock and doubt.
The other the same.
What exactly was it about Joelson that attracted the prophet?
Joelson thought for a moment and suddenly raised his hand.
A strange light bloomed in his hand.
"The spatial "pocket" that Bradley and the others had once seen appeared once again.
A small green head appeared from the inside, followed by a round body.
"Oh!"
The cute little guy lands in Joelson's arms and looks really cute. She rubbed her little head against Joelson's arm intimately.
"This is?"
Bradley said with great difficulty, "Young plant dragon?!"
It's another dragon!
And it was a young plant dragon.
Everyone looked at Joelson in shock.
How many dragon companions does this person have? !
The eyes of the prophet show great love and joy.
"That's right, that's it. Look, cute little guy."
Since she never feeds him after hatching, she always maintains her small appearance when he is born.
Curtis's body was round and soft, with a pleasant smell of grass.
On his round little head, there was a small pink flower.
This is the flower that accompanies the birth of a plant-type dragon. It will gradually fall when it reaches adulthood, but now it continues to grow on its head.
The prophet's eyes were almost filled with love for Curtis, and his gaze was fixed on him.
It's been a long time since he's seen his own kind.
Curtis soon realized the prophet's existence.
As a plant-type dragon, he was born with a sense of closeness to the prophet.
"Gowwuwu!"
Curtis is crying funny.
Joelson carefully holds Curtis in front of the prophet.
Curtis flapped his tiny wings with difficulty and slowly climbed from Joelson's hand to the prophet's head.
Lying between the two eyes of the prophet, Curtis looked at this "strange and friendly" big man with his big clear eyes with curiosity.
Plant-type dragons were naturally extremely sensitive to the loss of life force.
The decay of the "prophet" and old age made him unable to withstand the waves of grief in his heart. Large droplets of tears flowed down her cute little face.
The Prophet looked at him gently as if he was comforting him.
Slowly, the Prophet closed his eyes. Curtis also curled up as if he was sleepy.
Green light emanated from the body of the prophet, as did Curtis.
As if they were responding to each other, they gradually merged together.
The eyes of the Moonlight Priest trembled slightly as he called out gently.
"Prophet."
The others looked at the scene in front of them in confusion.
"What's he doing?"
Joelson couldn't help but ask.
Moonlight Priest turned to look at him with a complicated expression.
"The prophet is carrying on the inheritance."
The legacies?!
Joelson speechless.
The boundless wisdom accumulated over a long period of time was passed on without objection through the relationship between the lineages of the same race.
Was the prophet planning to let Curtis take over?!
Joelson does not know.
Diamond-shaped green crystals slowly appeared on the prophet's forehead and slowly fused into Curtis' body.
It was his dragon crystal.
Curtis is still sleeping. From time to time, he would let out some funny snoring sounds. He did not know how many benefits he had received.
When the light enveloping the two dragons slowly disappeared, it meant that the legacy had been completed.
The eyes of the prophet completely lost their luster. It looked at Curtis tiredly and contentedly before turning to the moonlight priestess.
"Sighs."
He took a long breath.
However, Joelson heard a sense of relief and liberation from her.
The signs of the prophet's life have disappeared altogether.
Even if the springs of life continued to flow into his body, he would not be able to open his eyes anymore.
For the sake of the elves, it was already too tired. It's time to rest.
"Prophet."
Moonlight Priest half-kneeled on the ground and lowered his head, his body emitting a strong sense of sadness.
From today onwards, the elves completely lost their "prophet.
However, a new "prophet" would take his place and continue to guide the Elves.
The Moonlight Priest gently chanted a strange but beautiful ballad in Elf language, a silver-white light shining on the "prophet".
Flowers and plants grew, and before long, they turned green, as if it was a real mountain.