Ride and Cut

As soon as the words fell, the elders had not had time to refute. In the eyes of the dwarves, the dignified Titan survivor was as unwilling to be lonely as a monkey. He bent his legs and landed on the head of the tallest General Heng Ha, jumping back and forth.

The troll was tall and had three blades, and his reckless behavior of jumping up and down on the two heads of the three blades off the ground immediately frightened the dwarf elders collectively into madness.

Obviously wanted to yell, but was even more afraid that the yell would disturb it, and chased after it like a eunuch serving the little emperor, afraid of falling off.

"As expected of the survivors of the Titans, they like to stay in high places so much." Li Cha can see that this little thing is not big but not small, from the roof to the head of the giant monster, he likes to go up and down.

Apart from his love for jerky and his dislike of Nehru, Second General Humha rarely shows strong likes and dislikes. But at this moment, they showed a naive smile, as if they liked this little thing that was presumptuously above their heads. Carefully raise your palm and let it climb up.

"Qiqiu!" The little thing bounced on the giant monster's palm and started again, free like the wind, leaving the short-legged dwarf elder on the ground sighing and sighing.

Instinctively, Li Cha stretched out his arms, and immediately felt his hands sink. He firmly held the little thing in the middle with both palms, and finally there was no possibility of it getting lost.

It is less than two feet tall and weighs about four or five pounds. It looks a bit like a fox or a wolf at first glance, but judging from its body shape, it should stand on all fours and stand upright. Its two front paws are also more flexible and easy to hold. There is a long fluffy tail swimming behind it.

Its body lines and contours have a sense of smoothness, its black fur has no variegated colors, and its only eyes are bright red like burning coals. With a wave of his claws, Li Cha discovered that there is still a layer of skin between its forearm and abdominal ribs, which should be used for gliding.

"It's a bit slippery." The lord said truthfully, there was a sticky substance on the outer fur, like grease or egg white.

A group of sluggish dwarves finally came to their senses and hurriedly said, "Give me, give me."

"Qiqiu!" The little thing was stuck and couldn't move, and when he started calling again, Li Cha felt something was wrong, so he quickly raised his hand and threw it to the dwarf as if passing a ball.

"Zi." The lightning flashed, and there was a smell of burnt feathers in the air.

The elders were collectively burned with afro heads. This is the standard equipment for fashionable young people in the southern provinces in recent years. Putting them on their heads feels like chasing the sunset red in their old age.

It was a masterpiece of static electricity, Li Cha whistled: "Not bad, actually inherited Titan's thunder spell!"

It's just shrunk a bit. According to legend, the Titan holds the power of the sky and thunder. When it comes to it, only gliding and static electricity are left. The gap between a snail and a ox is simply bigger.

"Qiqiu!" it yelled again.

The dwarf elder was not stupid, he quickly threw a long pass back to Li Cha. But the lord's skill is beyond the imagination of these old clappers. In desperation, he dragged Nehru to block the front, so this guy screamed and joined the elderly dream team.

"Small sample." Li Cha put down Nehru, and picked up the nape of the titan's survivor.

Counting from ancient times to the present, he may be the only person who accomplished this feat with one hand, and he should be recorded in the history books.

After using Thunderbolt twice, it looked a little sluggish, with its big ears drooping weakly and motionless, only occasionally turning its eyeballs to look pitifully at the humans in front of it.

"It's so dark." Li Cha sighed sincerely.

It is indeed black, completely black with no variegation and no moisture, so black that it is impossible to hide its figure in the night, and it will be exposed because it is obviously darker than the surroundings.

According to folklore, black animals, such as black cats and black dogs, are born with spirituality. If it is true, then this little guy is worthy of the reputation of the Titan survivors just by his appearance.

"You're still saying that dwarves can't bear the source quality of a Titan." Li Cha tapped Nehru's fluffy dog's head, punishing him for his behavior of talking about horses and carriages, "Obviously such a small thing will do."

"I'm wronged. After so many years, it might have been leaked long ago. Who would have guessed." Nehru was quite aggrieved.

"Look!" Robbie suddenly shouted, pointing to the remains of the Titan.

Everyone turned their heads in unison. Today's changes have already surprised everyone to the point of exhaustion. The nerves are so slow that even if all the funny masters of Pompeii gather together to sing and dance, they can reply with a deadpan "Oh".

But what they saw at this moment made everyone's mouths slowly open.

That huge, long-historic, perhaps the only titan's head left in the world, is unstoppably turning into flying ash and flying away inch by inch. Hair, skin, fat, muscles, and bones disappeared from the surface to the inside, like a yellow sand castle collapsing suddenly, and every collapse is accelerating the annihilation of the whole.

In the end, only a field of embers remained, witnessing the existence of the past.

The dwarves showed a sad look, and some even cried with red eyes. They carefully collected the ashes with sacrificial utensils and prepared to take them back for burial.

"Finishing the final mission, we can finally return to ashes." Robbie lowered his head and sighed.

"yes."

For Li Cha, no matter whether it is Titan or source quality, including the newborn little beast, it can be said that it has little to do with him.

He was originally an unrelated spectator, but at this moment he suddenly felt an uncontrollable sadness and sighed endlessly.

This small thing that is less than two feet high and weighs only four or five pounds may be the only ray of light projected by those ancient Titans that passed through countless years of time after the genocide.

The once invincible Titan has long since disappeared, and that era has become a past that can only be found in piles of old papers.

And there is a blank gap of tens of thousands of years between this last bereaved family and his last known ancestor. Compared with his god-like ancestors, his size and ability are so insignificant, and he has lost the capital to look down on the world, and all he has is the title of a titan.

It was as if a ghost from ancient times had appeared in an era that should not have belonged to him. Like a thread, re-establishing the weak connection between ancient times and reality.

Maybe no one can fight against time, maybe hard work will eventually be smoothed out, but maybe, trying itself is meaning.

Its existence is like the last messenger of the ancient overlord Titan, traveling through the long time, just to tell future generations - "I am still alive."

"Qiqiu!" The little thing called out pitifully, as if he was very dissatisfied with the situation where he was being held by the nape of his neck.

"Then call it Qiqiu." Li Cha held Qiqiu high with both hands.