Steel steam and flame

"Don't do such a thing in the future. You know those airships have returned. If we encounter the enemy, we can't help. Sometimes we will become a burden." Ye Jielin finally relented and her tone softened. "No one answered?"

Atohuan nodded and explained: "The encrypted signal is used, and the communicator is also the latest. As long as the plan does not go wrong, the other side will definitely be able to receive the signal. I asked Cassia to follow us and come out if there is an emergency. . It should not be far from us. It stands to reason that you will definitely give me a reply after a few communications. But..."

"No answer means that the signal has indeed been received, but some things have prevented him from having time to press the answer button now. Continuously send communication requests at the rhythm of code words, telling him that we have evacuated and are waiting for him at the agreed place. .Did you tell him our route?"

Seeing Atuohuan nod, Ye Jielin asked the group to rush towards the nearest gathering point.

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At the same moment, on the other side of the dense forest, Cassia was hiding behind an ancient tree, her breathing and heartbeat nearly stopping. As he cautiously advanced, the rapid approach to the source of the sound in the sky aroused his vigilance. He found a place to hide for less than a second or two. Amidst the sound of ancient branches snapping, heavy objects fell on the dead leaves.

The powerful and violent beating of the heart caused the sound waves to spread out in circles, each time like the fluctuation caused by the explosion of a blue silver bullet. From this small aspect alone, Cassia judged the difficulty of the falling things. As if locking itself with something, the source of the sound was originally heading off a route that deviated from its own, but changed direction midway and rushed directly over.

There was no obvious movement after landing. Perhaps hiding caused Cassia to disappear from the sensory lock of the falling object. Without continuing to think, Cassia only retained her auditory function.

But at the wrong time, a vibration came from the pocket, and a slight "buzzing" sound suddenly spread. At the same moment, Cassia felt a suspicious gaze directly penetrate the ancient tree and shine on his back.

",,,I,,,food,,,need food,,," is not the language of the empire, nor is it a voice that humans can easily produce. The strange sound that surprised Cassia is very much like the cry of an ordinary young wolf. But for some reason, when the sound reaches the ears, the brain automatically translates it.

Cassia remembered that this is the language of dragons. In a bunch of theoretical courses after entering the military school, the language of the second type of creature has always been there.

"Dragon?" Cassia opened her eyes. Due to the sense of danger that was about to overflow inside her body, the cross pupils were unconsciously revealed. The muscles are tightened at the same time, which can activate the syringes everywhere in the body in the shortest time, allowing one to enter the scaly state.

The communicator also vibrated one after another at this time, but Cassia ignored it. When he opened his eyes, the weight of the air made his breathing heavy. Every time, his chest rose and fell violently, and his heartbeat also reached the level behind the ancient tree. On the same level as the dragon.

With a revolver in one hand and a pneumatic sword in the other, Cassia walked out of the area covered by the ancient trees and saw clearly the dragon that suddenly fell from the air. The blood covered the gray scales, and the body collapsed in the hole in the dead leaves. Only the head could move slightly.

The open mouth spurted out white air, and his breathing was heavier than Cassia's. The injuries on his body were consuming the remaining vitality of the young dragon. The eyes were half-opened, with a transparent eye mask now covering them, and the cross pupils in them looked even fainter.

"Stomach,,,so hungry,,,I want,,,food,,," the voice fell, and every word required the young dragon's strength. Fleeing in mid-air, I felt the same kind of breath on the way, which was eighty-nine times similar. Unable to bear the huge consumption, his body instinctively deflected and fell towards the source of the breath. But the shadow reflected in its eyes is completely different from its own. The young dragon still doesn't know what it means and can only rely on its breath to judge. Unlike those creatures that were filled with the smell of food at the edge of the pit not long ago, the creature standing in front of him was indeed roughly the same as himself, only in different shapes. And it has an "adult" smell, with majesty and a feeling of reassurance but fear.

The rapid flow of things in the body frightened the young dragon. He didn't know what this feeling meant, but he just didn't want to continue to feel it. The throat screamed, it needed something to drive away the coldness, and the same kind in front of it was full of what it needed.

Struggling to open its mouth, the young dragon used body movements to represent language, asking for Cassia.

Standing still, Cassia remained alert. After judging the current situation, based on the information obtained from the vibration frequency, he carefully pressed the communicator, said "I understand, contact you later", and then focused his attention completely in front of him.

Not knowing the reason for the decision, Cassia took out four tranquilizers and two syringes containing a little concentrated dragon blood, and threw them into the young dragon's open mouth.

The young dragon rolled its tongue and swallowed it directly. After about ten seconds, the still body regained its sense of touch, trembling slightly, and then its mouth opened wider and wider. That little thing made it feel happy and hopeful.

Cassia stood still, thinking about whether to throw something into that mouth next. It was a young dragon with serious injuries. The intuitive feeling of the eyes, the palm-sized bullet embedded in the back, and the message from Atuo Huan just now made Cassia guess a little bit. Facing the firepower of the airship, the young dragon does not have any defensive capabilities. At least in Cassia's impression, apart from the adult dragons and the high-end combat power of the empire, he can't think of anything that can fight against a cruiser level alone. Airship.

In the brief silence, Cassia walked five or six meters in front of the young dragon, which was enough distance for him to react. After turning on the pneumatic sword, Cassia inserted it into a rock at his feet where he could pull it out at any time for resistance or attack. Then he used a tactical knife to cut an opening on his arm, and the muscles compressed and viscous blood spurted into the child. In the mouth of the dragon.

Controlling the quantity, when high-energy fat began to be consumed to produce blood, Cassia pinched the wound and at the same time pulled out the pneumatic sword to distance herself from the young dragon.

After waiting for a few minutes, the young dragon woke up from his semi-conscious state. It's just that his intelligence is not high, compared to Cassia.

"Hungry..." The young dragon repeated these words, more like struggling. Cassia, who was trying to communicate, couldn't get anything from these sounds at all.

After taking a look around, Cassia let out a low roar, pulled out the pneumatic sword, turned around and disappeared into the dense forest. Soon after, with a burst of wailing, Cassia came back carrying two goats with extremely thick horns, and threw the chopped meat into the mouth piece by piece.

"What's your name?" An hour later, Cassia asked as she looked at the young dragon in front of her who had changed its position and was lying on the ground. The wound on the young dragon's body has been covered with a film and is healing slowly. This reminded Cassia of his own recovery after a serious injury, which was very similar.

"Name?" The young dragon's tongue rolled up, as if repeating Cassia's voice. It regained a little vitality and immediately looked at the sky above the dense forest after having a little mobility. It took a few seconds to look relieved. There was some light in his eyes, and he stared straight at Cassia, unconsciously opening his mouth, waiting for something.

"What's it called? Title? Name? Code name,,,"

"Code name?" The young dragon had been simply repeating it, but now he reacted to this word. The mouth is biting, the head is raised immediately, and the cross pupils in the young dragon's eyes also become vigorous.

"246314589451624."

When a string of numbers came into his ears, Cassia had already pulled out his pneumatic sword and stood on guard more than ten meters away. The young dragon's answer made him think. Does the number have any special meaning? The understanding of dragons is not sufficient, whether it is ecology or habits, there is no relevant knowledge to analyze and draw lessons from. There was a precedent for talking to dragons, but the difference between the young dragon in front of him and Sukarius was too huge, and simple communication could not be established.

Humans and dragons are different, but the current situation tells Cassia that in childhood, there seems to be no difference between the two. The main innate advantages brought by the life level of the second type of creature are physical fitness and growth speed, as well as his guessed efficient learning ability.