Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Negris froze for a while before trying to understand the meaning of Ange's words: "You mean, the blood of the dragon god can make it re-evolve? Evolve into a real golden dragon? The one with wings?"

Angus nodded.

"What do you need? Dragon blood?" Negris asked.

Angus nodded.

I was looking forward to Dorok, but I was discouraged when I heard this: "Dragon God's blood? Hey, I haven't even seen what a Dragon God looks like. We are just subspecies of dragons with degenerated blood, no, no, no, even subspecies None of them can be counted, the sub-dragons can still boil blood, more or less can awaken a little bit of blood talent, we don't know anything."

"Uh, isn't that right, you are very proficient in using dragon's breath, and you can even know your full name, it's not like someone who hasn't had blood boiling before." Negris asked puzzled.

Dorok sighed: "I'm a bit special. I'm the most talented of our clan. The elders once said that if my bloodline is complete, I'm the dragon with the best chance of becoming the king of the dragon clan. I, too, can only experience blood boils when I was young, and it will not work when I am old."

Negris sneered: "You little dragon who is only two thousand years old, why are you pretending to be mature?"

Dolok said unhappily: "Even if it's smaller, it's still bigger than you. You embryonic dragon, have you hatched yet? Dragon eggs are bigger than you."

"Hehe, listen carefully. My name is Nefarian Uzmos Rafalit Babguli Gregory...Knowledge Negris, isn't it familiar? Are you familiar with it? Which generation am I?" Negris said with a smile.

Dorok was stunned when he heard the front part, because the front part was exactly the same as it, which meant that this brass dragon was its immediate distant relative.

When Negris said his full name, it had already figured it out: "You...you are... grandpa Zuzuzu?"

Judging from the full name, Negris' seniority is ridiculously high, no wonder it looks at the expression of the younger generation.

Negris nodded: "I am at least sixteen generations older than you. We should be branched from the XXX generation. I didn't expect that there would be a dragon race of the same line here."

Although Gadrigo is a dracolich, it is a native undead creature, a new life born from a dragon corpse. It is a lich, not a dragon, and has nothing to do with the dragon clan.

This Dorok is the first dragon descendant it has seen in this plane, and coincidentally, they are all from the Nefarian family.

As for why a golden dragon is a direct lineage of an ancient dragon, I have to ask Dorok's ancestors. A certain ancient dragon crossed with a lower dragon, and the sub-dragon that was born eventually degenerated into a species that didn't even have wings.

Dorok is just special, it has returned to its ancestors, so it can grow into what it is now.

"Ancestor... my lord." Dorok yelled with his eyes closed, but he couldn't yell with his eyes open. This embryonic dragon doesn't look half like an ancestor.

"Hey, the ancestor's yelling is not bad, at least your pile of stinky dragon eggs has been saved." Negris said with a smile.

Dubiously leading Ange and his party back to the cave, Dorok came to the platform where it was lying on its stomach, stared at the water pool below for a while, then plunged its head into it, and when it came out again, it had already held it in its mouth. holding a plump fat sea fish.

Dorok brought the sea fish to Negris, and said politely: "My lord ancestor, please have a meal, and you too. Archangel, do you eat fish? Do you want to grill it?"

"Oh!" The little angel responded.

I didn't understand...Dorok looked blank, and retracted his head with a smile.

Negris has already seen the situation of the entire cave. This cave has two entrances, and the water pool below is an entrance and exit, which can lead directly to the sea. There are many marine life activities underwater.

The other entrance is the cave in the direction of the cliff. The dragon eggs are placed on both sides of the entrance in the direction of the cliff. It is estimated that it is for ventilation and drying. If the air is not circulated, none of these eggs may be preserved.

Negris checked it again, and out of more than a hundred eggs, there were less than twenty alive, only eighteen to be exact, and the rest were all stinky.

The 18 surviving ones are not in good condition, and many of them have not completed their development due to the lack of a suitable environment.

After making a circle and coming back, seeing the sea fish respected by the junior, Negris unceremoniously spat out the dragon's breath on it, roasted the fish skin, and bit down.

Of course, the dragon's breath is not for grilling fish, but for disinfecting the lower mouth. After a few bites, it becomes disgusted: "What kind of fish is this? The meat is sour, it's really unpalatable."

"The sour one is authentic. This is a red blood fish. The meat and blood are red. After death, the blood will seep into the meat. It is sour and appetizing. It is not very sour when eaten fresh, but it will become more sour after a long time." Doro K said.

"Uh, don't you know how to bleed? A human pirate named Night Crow said that fish with red blood won't be sour when eaten after bleeding. You can try to catch another one," Negris said.

Dorok was dubious and picked up another strip, hung it up to let the blood out, during which time Negris kept patting it to make it bleed more cleanly, this is what the night crow taught it, as long as it is a kind of knowledge , it will remember very clearly.

Then use the dragon's breath to roll the fish skin, separate it from the fish meat, and tear it off.

Eat it again, it tastes much better.

Dorok also ate a few of them himself. After a wave of Ange's treatment, some of his old wounds were also cured together, and his appetite is much better now.

After it was full, it asked expectantly: "Master Ancestor, can you really speed up their hatching? What do I need to do?"

"Go away," Negris said.

With only one or two months left to live, if it still stays within the range of the halo of quick death, it will die before the eggs hatch.

Pick out eggs with different attributes, arrange different growth environments, purify the eggshells, knock open small holes, inject nutrient solution, and then purify and disinfect.

For some damaged eggs, Ange used the cleansing technique to heal them through the eggshell.

Finally, take out the quick death aura stone and start it.

Negris' current body is alive, so he quickly hid away and hid in the depths of the cave with Dorok, watching Ange playing with it from a distance.

Dorok asked worriedly: "My lord ancestor, is it really possible? If you poke the eggshell like this, won't the egg go bad? We have tried to poke the eggshell before, but it stinks within a few days."

"Pay attention to the disinfection and sealing and you'll be fine. Don't worry, we don't know how many dragon eggs have been processed. It's really smelly. At worst, I'll pay you a little." Negris said disapprovingly.

"Alright then." Dorok easily believed it.

"Eh? So easy to believe me?" Negris was a little surprised.

Dorok has always been wary of them. If he couldn't beat them, he would have thrown himself into the sea long ago. Would it be so easy to believe his words?

Dorok smiled helplessly: "So what if I don't believe you? They can't beat you, this is their last hope. If they don't believe you, they don't even have this hope."

"You can see it quite clearly." Negris laughed.

"I'm not an idiot, forget it, let's not talk about it, Master Ancestor, why did you become like this? Have you been cursed?" Dorok asked curiously.

"No, I was reborn." Negris did not say that he was a projection, and this way of existence is not easy to explain.

"Are these humans and angels your followers?" Dorok asked.

"Pfft, don't talk nonsense, companion, companion, we are companions." Negris was so frightened that he wanted to jump up and cover its mouth.

It doesn't matter if Ange heard this, but the little angel heard it. She must come to pull Naig's scales every day to determine who has a higher status.

It's okay, the little angel didn't hear it, and was still playing in the water by the pool, Negris was relieved.

Dorok glanced at it suspiciously. This kind of reaction was not like what a companion should have, but more like the one who was being bullied.

At this moment, one of the eggs moved, and the eggshell cracked, and a wingless young dragon emerged from it, wanting to pounce on Ange.

Ange held it up, rolled up the eggshell, and ran towards Negris.

Came to a clean and flat place, put it on the ground, took out the eggshell and stuffed it into its mouth.

The young dragon chewed the eggshell like a biscuit, and looked at Ange with round eyes.

Ange put all the remaining eggshells beside it, turned back and continued to incubate the eggs.

"Hey..." the young dragon cried out in a milky voice, dropped the eggshell and chased after Ange.

Anger tilted his head, and held it back again. Although this guy was just born, he was already two circles older than Negris. No wonder everyone called it Negris Embryosaurus.

The young dragon thought Ange was just playing with it, but just after it was put down, it chased after it with its two short legs.

"It seems to regard you as its parent, it shouldn't be." Negris flew over, grabbed the young dragon, and said doubtfully.

This instinct to treat the first creature they see when they blink their eyes as their parents is shared by many birds and reptiles, but this should not appear in the giant dragon Yalong.

Because the moment they come out of the shell is not the first moment when they "open their eyes". They have already begun to recognize the outside world in the dragon egg, and they are already hundreds of years old when they come out of the shell. If parents advocate prenatal education, Then it has been in school for hundreds of years.

The only possibility is that these wingless sub-dragons did not form consciousness in the eggs, and the moment when they broke their shells was the first moment when they recognized the world.

The young dragon turned its head and found that Naig was smaller than it, but its long-winged counterparts were pulling it. The young dragon thought it was trying to compete with it, so it immediately threw its head over.

"Ouch, you damn kid, dare to hit me?" Negris flicked his tail and wanted to teach this little dragon a lesson.

Unyielding, the young dragon fought with Negris, and Ange took the opportunity to run back.

After a fight with bruises and swollen faces, the young dragons were hungry, so they dropped Negris and continued to eat eggshells.

Negris breathed a sigh of relief, but raised his head to meet Dorok's half-smile expression, and Negris quickly explained: "I was afraid of hurting it, so I didn't dare to use force."

Dorok quickly said: "Yes, yes, the ancestor is just afraid of hurting it, not because he can't beat it."

The young dragon gnawed a few mouthfuls of eggshells, and was about to run out to find Ange again. Dorok circled his two big paws and put it in the crook of his arm.

The young dragon couldn't find a way, and he groaned anxiously, then put his head on Dorok's hand.

Seeing its lively appearance, Dorok said: "It just hatched? It's unbelievable."

Negris put his hips on his hips and cocked his tail: "Small ideas, routine operations, and unconventional operations may scare you."

It can't help but be unhappy. Before it died, the giant dragon family had a problem of reproductive difficulties, which has not been resolved. It was it who brought Ange back to Dragon Island and completely solved this problem.

Dorok didn't refute. This was already a little frightening. The only dragon egg he was worried about, he thought it would end up stinking and rotten with his death. Incredible.

Just as he was feeling emotional, there was another cracking sound, the second dragon egg hatched, and Ange ran over carrying the second young dragon.

Throwing the second young dragon into Dorok's arms, Ange looked at the first young dragon with his head.

The first young dragon chirped excitedly, struggling to climb Dorok's arm, trying to get out of the circle.

Ange pulled out a pile of rapeseed cakes and threw them in front of the young dragon before running back.

The two young dragons were hungry, and couldn't bear the aroma of the rapeseed cake, so they buried their heads in their mouths, and after filling a few mouthfuls, they bit the eggshells and ate them together with the rapeseed cake.

"There are meat and vegetables, balanced nutrition, this is it? What about your breeding?" Negris complained.

When Ange looked at it with his head, he was obviously observing the growth of the young dragon. If he found that it was not growing well, he would add feed, which was the same idea as when he was farming.

Dorok didn't understand what the complaint meant, and blinked blankly.

After eight or nine hours, all eighteen dragon eggs hatched. Almost all of these eggs have reached the late stage, but there is no hatching environment, and the young dragons cannot grow and develop inside.

Ange poured in the nutrient solution, provided sufficient nutrition, and modified a suitable incubation environment. Under the acceleration of the halo of quick death, all hatched successfully.

Eighteen young dragons, unprecedented chaos in the cave, Dorok hurriedly wrapped the young dragons in his arms, laughing so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.

"Hahaha, hahaha, we have never had so many baby dragons born at one time. They are so lively and fun."

"It's not fun at all!" Negris roared after being licked by a young dragon.

Dorok laughed loudly: "Haha, Master Zu, you need to eat more meat, even the little guy who just came out is stronger than you."

"Now I believe Lord Ange's words. The blood of the dragon god can make me evolve. Unfortunately, we have never seen the dragon god. I really hope that the blood of the dragon god can be used on these little guys so that they can grow They don’t need to shrink into the sea like us to survive, they should be giant dragons soaring in the sky.” Dorok sighed regretfully.

Dragon blood! Dorok's words reminded Ange, he raised his hand to signal everyone to wait, and returned his thoughts to the body.

Turn into a dragon god, poke your finger, forcefully squeeze out ten drops of blood, put it into a bottle, stuff it into the Palace of Rest, and project it over immediately.

After the projection came over, he immediately took out the blood bottle from the Resting Palace, one drop hit Dorok's forehead, and the remaining half drop was used as a standard, and was wiped on the foreheads of eighteen young dragons.

"Dragon... Dragon God's Blood?" Sensing the familiar aura contained in the blood, Dorok asked in a trembling voice: "You... who are you? How could..."

Before he finished speaking, Dorok felt a scorching heat flow from the place where the blood dripped on his forehead, spreading along its neck to his body.

Dorok tensed subconsciously, trying to resist the heat, but a roar that seemed to come from ancient times resounded in his heart, his heart trembled, and he relaxed his resistance, and the heat surged all over his body.

Dorok stood there in a daze for a while, his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

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