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... help but ask.

“Of course, there is,” Luo’er pointed to the sky and said, “If you can’t sail, you can always take an airship.”

“I know,” Hu Daoke exclaimed in enlightenment, “the airship of the high-peak dwarves, am I right!”

“Yes,” Luo’er nodded, and then said, “A hundred years ago, the high-peak people studied and developed antigravity runes.

They used these runes to develop an antigravity furnace.

They installed these furnaces on their ships, creating ai ...

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