A different world game? A different world game!

Chapter 398 Past
Facing this depressed fellow in front of him.

Bugret stood on the rock pillar next to him in silence.

He had to think about what kind of experience would make the other person become like this?

All dragons are almost the same species, with only slight differences in certain categories.

Frost, earth, fire, and the like.

Without exception, dragons are proud creatures. Born at the top of the food chain, they naturally have the capital to be proud.

The inheritance etched in their blood will make them gradually stronger as they grow. If they possess a spirit of hard work and perseverance, then this growth will only accelerate.

With bloodline, talent and a certain amount of enterprising spirit, a powerful dragon will be born.

As powerful creatures roaming the starry sky, how could they not be proud?

The Earth Dragon, on the other hand, has a calm and tough character.

But it is so negative.

Part of it may be because his fellow tribesmen left, and he was left alone to fight against the desperate crisis.

Another part may be because they have tried hard, but see no hope because of the hopeless future.

Knowing that his fellow tribesman has reached level 16, Bugret also likes the level system used by the Night's Watch to distinguish the differences in people's strength.

Very intuitive.

He estimated that his level before his death was around level 13.

After all, he had not yet reached his prime at that time, and his strength was already very good at this stage.

After all, the higher your strength, the more difficult it will be.

"Before I came to see you, I met Bisgern."

Hearing this, Kasekell casually replied, "He's not dead yet? It doesn't matter. Even if he's not dead, he'll be dead soon. I felt the fluctuations coming from him before."

Bugret asked, "What happened to that blade dragon that betrayed its own honor that made him become like that?"

"What else could it be? Of course he doesn't want to die here. He's not like us old guys who naturally don't want to wait for death."

Kesekell's answer was brief and vague. It was obvious that what he had experienced was not that simple, but he just didn't want to recall it.

"Tell me, tell me what you have experienced in all these years since my death that has made you become like this."

After hearing this, Kasekell glanced at him and then stood up again.

"No matter what the reason is, there will always be dragons who make wishes, just like me.

There weren't many of us, but there were ten of us, and when the tribe left, we were bound to the world and couldn't leave.

You get what you pay for.”

Kesekel exhaled lightly, and the sand and gravel turned into simple images in the air.

Ten giant dragons of different sizes appeared.

Among them, you can see the figure of the Frost Dragon.

"Through inheritance, you and I both know that on the path of advancing through the void, only one in a hundred worlds can survive.

They will devour everything alive in their path, leaving only a shattered shell of the world behind.

But there is some hope, it’s just very difficult.”

Speaking of this, Kasekell seemed to be lost in past memories.

"The threat of the Void's arrival was transmitted from the world to the various mortal races at the time, but these fragile creatures naturally found it difficult to judge whether such predictions were true or false. We, the unfortunate remaining dragons, formed an organization to unite and arm these fragile races.

But we think too simply, I can't understand the way these fragile races think.

Naturally we failed.”

Having said this, Kathikeer's expression did not change at all, not even a trace of regret.

"But at that time, we still had enough time, so we disguised ourselves as different races and blended in with them, trying to understand them.

Finally, we discarded those beings whose lifespans were too short and chose elves and dwarves, as well as a few rare but equally long-lived beings."

Bugret nodded slightly. He could understand such a choice. After all, only creatures with the same longevity could at least synchronize their thinking with the dragon.

Creatures like humans, whose lifespan is not long enough, die before they are even nurtured. One or two generations pass by just by taking a short nap. Who can stand this?
Kesekell's story did not stop.

“At first we were very successful. We gave some knowledge to the elves, and they really dominated the world.

Although the dwarves are dissatisfied, they are relatively balanced under our control.

But just when we were feeling complacent, traitors appeared.”

Kesekell's expression showed obvious anger and disgust, but more often it was helplessness.

"Alas, we all knew at the time that with the abilities of those fragile creatures at the time, it was impossible to resist the void. It only appeared possible, a false appearance of prosperity.

It's unknown who told some of the elves about the ability to influence stones to make wishes using the tribe's thoughts.

Elves from different branches appeared one after another. There were conflicts and gaps between them, but they were not at the point of life and death.

But their long lifespan makes it difficult for them to eliminate their resentment, which continues to accumulate.

But that's the problem, that damn demon has invaded.

The pressure on the Dwarves from the Elves we assist is too great, and their royal family has been influenced by that cursed demon."

Bookrett nodded slightly; he probably knew some of the history of this period.

Now it is time to hear this history from a different perspective.

"And those traitors also emerged, throwing themselves into the abyss without hesitation. After all, compared to being corrupted by the void, throwing themselves into the abyss would give them much more freedom."

Bugret knew this, and it was also recorded in their heritage.

There is even a giant dragon demon lord in the abyss, and even a large number of evil dragons.

There is actually not much loss in throwing yourself into the abyss, except for the embarrassment of having it engraved into the inheritance.

Those who will fall into the abyss have bad personalities to begin with, and magnifying that point will have almost no effect.

Compared to being corrupted by the void and turned into an irrational existence and thrown into the abyss, it is much better.

Bugret was not at all surprised that a dragon would make such a choice.

“We asked the elves to help the dwarves resist the evil god, but the elves were already somewhat divided at that time, and had fought several wars with the dwarves.

It was impossible to expect them to help. From then on, we realized that although we seemed to have lived with these races for so long and thought we understood them, it was actually just our imagination.

Fortunately, the dwarves managed to resist in the end, but they were completely divided after the battle and scattered all over the world.

The contradictions within the elves are also increasing day by day. The betrayal of our own kind has also caused rifts within us, and even made us enemies. "

Having said this, Kasekell stopped and looked at Bugret.

"Now, do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)