Breeding Dragons From Today Chapter 95 - The Inheritance Of The Prophet

Chapter 95 - The Inheritance Of The Prophet

Chapter 95: The Inheritance of the Prophet

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
The Moonlight Priest slowly explained, and everyone finally understood everything.
This very large and very old plant-type dragon was once the guardian God of the Elf race, leading the Elf Race from the weak to the strong.
But it was really too old.
The dragon race had a very long lifespan. An ordinary dragon’s lifespan was more than a thousand years, and a saint-level dragon’s lifespan could reach three thousand years.
However, this plant-type dragon had lived for more than five thousand years.
Although the Spring Water of Life could bring long lifespans, it could not grant eternal life.
The law of time was a principle that nothing could go against.
By now, the “prophet” had completely reached its end.
If the Spring Water of Life did not continue to sustain its life, it would completely melt together with the soil like a rotten tree in the next moment.
“So, even a drop of the spring of life cannot be separated?” Bradley asked unwillingly.
The Moonlight Priest shook his head and said, “Perhaps when the last elf is dead, you can take the spring of life from our corpses.”
His attitude had reached this point.
It was very regretful, but there was nothing he could do.
“Michelia.”
At some point, the “prophet” opened her eyes again.
“Give it to them. I’ve lived long enough. Let the Spring Water of Life helps those who truly need it. Don’t waste it on me anymore.”
The Moonlight Priest still shook her head.
“Prophet, please allow the elves to be selfish this time.”
Another long sigh.
The prophet’s eyes swept over the few people one by one and suddenly stopped on Joelson.
The prophet stared at Joelson for a long time and then said, “Come here, child.”
Everyone was immediately surprised, including the Moonlight Priest.
Joelson felt a little surprised. Was she calling him?
“Yes, it’s you, child.”
Joelson slowly walked forward and bowed to this respected dragon elder.
“Can you come closer? Let me take a good look at you.”
Joelson hesitated for a moment and took another two steps forward.
He was less than a meter away from the prophet’s dragon eyes. He could almost feel a weak airflow circulating around his body.
It was the dragon’s last gasp.
Hope and joy blossomed in his deep eyes.
“I can feel something on you that I’ve been waiting for. This aura can’t be wrong.”
The Prophet was excited for some reason.
The moonlight priest’s gaze was fixed on Joelson, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt.
The others were the same.
What exactly was on 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 seen before appeared once again.
A small green head popped out from inside, followed by a round body.
“Oh!”
The cute little guy landed in Joelson’s arms and looked very cute. He rubbed his small head against Joelson’s arm intimately.
“This is?”
Bradley said with difficulty, “A young plant dragon?!”
It was another dragon!
And it was a young plant dragon.
Everyone stared at Joelson in shock.
How many dragon companions did this guy have? !
The prophet’s eyes showed great love and joy.
“That’s right, it’s him. Look, what a cute little guy.”
This was the third dragon of Joelson’s, Curtis, a plant-type dragon.
Because he had never fed him crops after he hatched, he had always maintained his small appearance when he was born.
Curtis’s body was round and soft, with a pleasant smell of grass.
On its round little head, there was a small pink flower.
This was a flower that accompanied the birth of plant-type dragons. It would gradually fall off when it reached adulthood, but now it was steadily growing on its head.
The prophet’s eyes were almost overflowing with love for Curtis, and its gaze was fixed on it.
It had been a long time since it had seen its own kind.
Curtis soon noticed the existence of the prophet.
As a plant-type dragon, it was born with a sense of closeness to the prophet.
“Wuwuwu!”
Curtis let out a cute cry.
Joelson carefully held Curtis in front of the prophet.
Curtis flapped his tiny wings with great effort and slowly climbed up from Joelson’s hands onto the prophet’s head.
Lying between the prophet’s two eyes, Curtis was looking at this “strange and friendly” big guy with his big clear eyes curiously.
The plant-type dragons were naturally very sensitive to the loss of life force.
The “prophet’s” decay and old age made him unable to help but feel a wave of sadness in his heart. Large drops of tears rolled down his cute little face.
The prophet stared at it gently as if he was comforting it.
Slowly, the prophet closed his eyes. Curtis also curled up as if he was sleepy.
The green light emitted from the prophet’s body, and so did Curtis.
As if they were responding to each other, they gradually merged together.
The Moonlight Priest’s eyes trembled slightly as he called out softly.
“Prophet.”
The others looked at the scene in front of them in confusion.
“What is he doing?”
Joelson could not help but ask.
The Moonlight Priest turned to look at him with a complicated expression.
“The Prophet is carrying out the inheritance.”
Inheritance?!
Joelson was silent.
The infinite wisdom accumulated over a long period of time was passed on without any reservations through the connection between the bloodlines of the same race.
Was the prophet planning to let Curtis take over its position?!
Joelson did not know.
A green diamond-shaped crystal slowly appeared on the forehead of the prophet and slowly fused into Curtis’ body.
It was its dragon crystal.
Curtis was still in a deep sleep. From time to time, he would let out a few cute snoring sounds. He did not know how much benefit he had received.
When the light that enveloped the two dragons slowly disappeared, it meant that the inheritance had been completed.
The prophet’s eyes completely lost their luster. It looked at Curtis tiredly and gratifyingly before turning to the moonlight priest.
“Sigh.”
It let out a long sigh.
However, Joelson heard a sense of relief and liberation from it.
The prophet’s signs of life had completely disappeared.
Even if the spring water of life continued to pour into its body, it would not be able to open its eyes again.
For the sake of the elves, it was already too tired. It was time for it to rest.
“Prophet.”
The Moonlight Priest half-knelt on the ground and lowered his head, his body exuding a strong sense of sorrow.
From today onwards, the elves had completely lost their “prophet.”.
However, a new “prophet” would take its place and continue to guide the Elves.
The Moonlight Priest softly chanted a strange but beautiful ballad in the Elf language, silver-white light shining on the “prophet.”.
The flowers and plants grew, and before long, they turned green, as if they were real mountains.