Black Dragon Code

According to the agreement, the Stone Crow clan must guarantee the black dragon's daily food. However, during this period of time, they regretted it like Caesar. They were very afraid of difficulties and felt the fear of being dominated.

Because, this guy is so delicious!

According to common sense, except for the young dragon stage, dragons eat very moderately at other times, and the daily food intake will not exceed half of their own body weight. Even the "queen" of the red dragon - very few scholars and adventurers today know One of the truly morbidly obese dragons who wouldn't eat more than twice her body weight in food per day.

But this dragon, this black dragon named "Caesar Ortorenzo Targaryen" who signed a covenant with them, the orc warrior responsible for delivering the food is sure: this guy eats more than his body weight every time Triple the amount of meat.

In other words, the current Caesar can eat four Baiser horns a day.

(Note: Bismarck cattle, a herbivore that is now distributed in the western grasslands and mountain forests, were first discovered by the dwarf Bismarck and named after the huge horns on their heads. etc.; the body length of adult horned cattle is generally four meters, the maximum can be up to five meters, and the weight is about 1.5 tons.)

Seeing the black dragon gobbling in front of them, the already green faces of the warriors responsible for transporting the food became even greener. You must know that Baiserhorn cattle are not easy to hunt. The horned cattle in the wild are very ferocious. It will run wildly and bump around.

At first, the orcs thought that this hateful black dragon was deliberately making things difficult for them, but it was not until later that they realized that this guy really had such a big appetite. Looking at Caesar, who was eating cows without spitting out bones, and was still full of desires, the orcs realized To: four Bymes horns, probably not enough to feed it completely.

Such exaggerated news caused a small-scale panic in the hunting team. When they reported the news to Sif, even their clan leader, who was the least orc-like and always calm and calm, was taken aback and felt his teeth ache. , and quickly drilled back into his cave to check the information.

Indeed, Caesar's food intake had a considerable impact on the Stone Crow clan. In order to provide the Black Dragon with enough meat, they had to dispatch twenty elite warriors from the hunting team to hunt the horned oxen.

This is already a heavy burden for the Stone Crow clan with only sixty hunting warriors. In fact, lack of food has always been a very serious problem for the orcs. The wilderness is very dangerous. Some high-level monsters are particularly powerful. Every time they hunt, some orcs may lose their lives.

But even so, these green-skinned guys didn't complain to anyone, except that their faces were not very good when they saw Caesar eating, and they didn't even mention it to him.

Just as in Caesar's impression, the head of the orc is very iron. There is a slang saying in this race: "The spittle spit out by the orc is as hard as the skull of the pachycephalosaurus". The work of the Horns exhausted the warriors, but they had to grit their teeth until better alternatives were found.

However, in order to ensure that the Black Dragon has enough food, the food allocated to the common orcs of the Stone Crow clan is gradually decreasing, and many female orcs and small orcs have begun to eat the stored bacon.

This is a very bad sign.

"It's time to restart the trade with humans." After discovering this phenomenon, the leader Sif had to make a decision.

...

"Well...the damn dry season is probably coming again."

Caesar lay on his hind legs in the lair, holding an oversized stone wine glass, took a sip of his homemade drink, and sighed.

"I've never tasted such a delicious thing, it's even better than the smell of toilet water!"

Little Luna also imitated his example, took a sip from a cup that was not as big as a grain of rice, her eyes couldn't help but narrowed, like a mouse stealing cheese: "Caesar,

You are such a genius, how did you think of tinkering with this thing? "

The reason is that Caesar found a mint-like plant in a mountain wetland while watching the orcs hunt. Although the branches and leaves are rougher and thicker than the mint, the taste is similar, and it is cooler and sweeter.

At the beginning, Caesar just wanted to change his taste. He had been eating fresh meat, carrion, cooked meat, and all kinds of meat. His mouth was so tired that he would chew a few plants of this grass in his mouth, like refreshing candy.

But as the weather got hotter and hotter, on a whim, he ordered little Luna to come back with a few plants, boil them into water first, and then freeze them with frost breath.

In the end, the food they made was not so delicious that Xiao Luna didn’t eat or drink toilet water every day. She would go out early in the morning and come back with a lot of grass. Then he looked at Caesar eagerly, waiting for him to make a move.

After a period of contact and familiarity, Luna is not as afraid of this black dragon as before, because this guy is different from other black dragons. He neither likes to live in wet and dirty swamps at the bottom of the river, nor does he like to let himself emit With that rancid smell, and making the lair neat and tidy, it's simply a coquettish slut among black dragons.

Of course, these are all her slander, the real reason is because Luna found that this guy has a good personality, not like the violent, vicious and neurotic black dragon in the legend, except that when he is serious, he will still be gloomy enough to make her feel scared, but other times he is pretty good Getting along, communicating with each other is not a problem.

"Even you don't know the name of this grass?"

Caesar glanced at Luna, who was still sipping a drink, and his tone was unabashedly contemptuous. A majestic forest elf can't even recognize the vegetation.

"Oh hoo."

Luna was choked, and quickly patted her chest, without any sense of self-confidence: "In Elradia, ordinary plants that are neither dangerous nor satisfying, no one will study and name them, let alone The elf of the forest, even if you search all over Elradia, no race knows its name."

After finishing speaking, she felt that this was not enough to express her resentment, and added angrily: "Even if there is, it must have been made up by that guy on the spur of the moment."

"Is that so..."

Caesar thought for a while, and wanted to learn more about Eladia's customs from Luna, but when he saw the little guy suddenly jumped up and got between his thorns, his expression became extremely serious: "There are spellcasters It's approaching the Stone Crow Clan."

Hearing these words, Caesar immediately crawled a little towards the edge of his lair, poked his head out and looked out.

"Humanity."

In his line of sight, a human team that seems to be a businessman, but not a small number, slowly approached and stepped into the territory of the Stone Crow Clan.