Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Alduin closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his soul sea. The silver-white moon soul around his dragon soul was slowly rotating, while the golden ember mark on his dragon soul was shimmering with a faint light.

A glint of light flashed in Auduin's eyes.

It seems this flame is not as simple as he guessed...

Auduin shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.

Anyway, since we've signed a symbiotic contract, this thing can't harm him. As for the rest... we'll talk about it later.

He opened his eyes and found that it was already daylight.

Meanwhile, a young girl was kneeling on one knee, bowing her head respectfully, without saying a word.

Alduin had already spotted Elunea here and knew why she had come, but he ignored her.

"Dragon Lord..." Elunea pondered for a long time, and after seeing the other party awaken, she said softly, "That Moon Soul..."

Before she could finish speaking, Alduin interrupted her.

"I killed the lich," Alduin said calmly.

Elunea bit her lower lip, remaining silent and continuing to kneel on the ground.

She knew what Alduin meant; this thing was his spoils of war.

Given this dragon's insatiable greed, the only way to reclaim the Moon Soul was to make a deal with it, but he had almost nothing left and had entrusted everything to the dragon for protection...

Just as she was falling into despair, Alduin suddenly spoke.

"However, I can lend you this."

Elunea looked up, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.

"borrow?"

"That's right." Alduin nodded, his tone devoid of any emotion. "You can communicate with the remnant soul inside through the Moon Soul, but you are not allowed to separate it."

The core of the Moon Soul is a large number of remnant souls of the Silver Moon Elves, which is why Alduin forbade her from taking those remnant souls away.

Elunea's lips moved.

"What I need is not communication."

"I know you want the Moon Spring to be restored and your people to be resurrected." Alduin stood up from the pile of gold coins, walked up to her, and stared at her with his dark gold vertical pupils.

"Unfortunately, your people have long been corrupted by the lich's necromantic magic. Even if their bodies are purified, their souls have already been torn to pieces. Even if they are forcibly revived, they will only be a group of mindless, soul-destroying undead."

After listening, Elunea said in a low voice, "But we still have our people."

Auduin sneered: "Those dozen or so old, weak, and disabled people?"

Elunea gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"But Moonspring can live," Auduin said, changing the subject.

Elunea suddenly raised her head.

"Only with the Moon Soul in your hands can the Moon Spring live." Alduin turned and walked back to the pile of gold coins, lying down again. "You think that with the Moon Soul in my hands, the Moon Spring cannot be revived?"

Elunea didn't say anything.

You're wrong.

She looked up.

"What Moon Spring needs is not the Moon Soul itself, but the aura of the Moon Soul." Alduin gently patted the ground with his dragon tail. "The Moon Soul is in my Sea of ​​Souls, and its aura is still there. If you move the spring to the vicinity of the dragon's nest, the aura of the Moon Soul can still nourish Moon Spring."

Elunea was stunned.

"Moving the spring?"

"On the south side of the basin, there is an underground water source that is close enough to Moon Soul."

"But...Moon Spring is the sacred spring of the Silver Moon Elves, and it has never left Moon Whisper Forest in thousands of years."

Auduin looked at her.

"Moonwhisper Forest is now the ruins of the liches. Do you want to go back?"

Elunea bit her lip.

"With the spring relocated, the Moon Spring will not dry up. The remnant soul remains within the Moon Soul, allowing communication once a month. Your people can rebuild their homes near the Dragon's Nest." Alduin paused.

"The Moon Soul is still mine, but the Silver Moon Elves will not be wiped out."

Elunea lowered her head, her long silver hair falling down and obscuring her face.

After a long while, she raised her head, her silver-gray eyes glistening with tears.

"Thank you... Dragon Lord."

He then turned and left.

The fire spirit chick peeked out from between Alduin's horns and chirped.

Auduin ignored him.

Within the sea of ​​souls, the moon's soul still circulates.

In exchange for the aura of a moon spirit, they gained the allegiance of a clan.

This is a huge profit.

After Elunea left, another hurried sound came from the cave entrance, and Alduin turned his head to look.

"Dragon, Dragon Lord!" Grim rushed in, bent over and panting. "Something has been found on the battlefield. You must see it for yourself."

Auduin got up.

Grim led the way, traversing the scorched earth, and soon arrived at the edge of the battlefield.

The chief stood there, his axe planted on the ground, while the high shaman squatted on the ground, with several grayish-white, palm-sized fragments in front of him, their surfaces engraved with fine patterns.

The high shaman stared at the fragments, his brow furrowed on his aged face.

"When was it discovered?" Alduin asked.

"This morning," Grim said, "the goblins unearthed it when they were rummaging through the bones. It was buried very deep under the lich's remains."

The high shaman looked up at Auduin, pondered for a moment, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the writing on this thing should be ancient language."

Alduin looked down at the fragments.

The lines on it are intricate and interwoven, yet they are arranged in a harmonious and unique manner.

He narrowed his eyes, a record flashing through his mind.

This is the language of the dead, ancient times.

Alduin was silent for a moment, then stretched out his dragon claw and picked up a fragment.

He probed it with a wisp of magic, and after a moment, he found that there was no magical fluctuation inside; it was just an ordinary bone fragment engraved with ancient characters.

"Collect them," Alduin said. "All of them, not a single one."

Grimm nodded quickly and did as instructed.

Auduin turned to leave, but the high shaman called him back.

"The crack is not right."

Auduin stopped in his tracks.

The high shaman gazed into the depths of the bone-strewn hills and spoke in an aged voice:

"Its healing speed has slowed down. When the lich first died, the rift was clearly closing rapidly, but now... it seems to be reopening."

Auduin looked up.

The dimensional rift is still there, although it has shrunk considerably, but the remaining part shows no signs of healing.

Dimensional rifts will close on their own over time. Previously, it was the lich's interference that caused the rift to expand continuously, but after his death, with no one to affect it, it should have recovered quickly.

Alduin narrowed his dark golden vertical pupils slightly, and his seventh-tier dragon soul perception spread out without reservation, probing straight into the depths of the rift.

On the other side of the rift lies a desolate, gray-white plane of the dead, barren, cold, and devoid of any life.

Just as he was about to continue his investigation, a thick white fog suddenly appeared, abruptly blocking his view.

Even when he used all his strength to activate the embers deep within his soul, he could not dispel them.

Auduin frowned slightly.

It seems that this alien world has a very strong natural limitation on the perception of the soul.

Left with no other option, he had to withdraw his senses and return empty-handed for the time being.