"Uh, yes, I haven't finished yet, the Saline Demon Rice, named by the Spring Breeze Druid." Negris again flips over that planting manual and takes a few glances.
Ange points to the end of the gorge, "Is the lake over there?"
Negris nods. The Fallen Dragon Gorge is like a mark on the earth, and the end of the mark is the Fallen Dragon Lake. It's not far, just like an exclamation mark.
From a shape perspective, it indeed resembles something striking the ground at high speed, plowing out a gorge, then bouncing and smashing out a large lake.
"Let's go and check it out." Ange suddenly says, "There's something there."
"Something there? How do you know?" Negris asks perplexedly, "You've never been here."
"When I pulled them just now, one of them was too big to be moved." Ange points to those moving corpses.
Negris's expression shudders. Pulled them? With the power of King's Arrival?
