Black Dragon Code

(Note: The previous name of the orc tribe has been changed to the Stone Crow Clan.)

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The orc tribe in Caesar's imagination is similar to a human lord's castle. It is a settlement of intelligent creatures with tall tents, altars and bunkers, and many watchtowers outside.

However, Caesar knew he was wrong when he saw the young orc who was still desperately polishing the whetstone ax and bone spur not far away.

And pretty outrageous.

The settlement of the Stone Crow Clan is located between the foothills of the hills, in a relatively flat basin, but as far as the eye can see, it is wild and wild, except for some brackets built with tree trunks for drying furs, there is nothing else. It can show that there are traces of intelligent creatures living here.

The orcs wrapped their bodies in animal skins, polished stones as weapons, and lived with wolves in natural or randomly dug caves.

It is exactly the same as the primitive people of the stone age.

Looking at the orcs sitting on the floor with their legs spread out, biting raw meat, and smelling the stench of undried furs, Caesar couldn't help wondering whether his decision was wrong. Is it the right choice to form an alliance with such an orc clan?

These guys live more like beasts than dragons.

Caesar sighed in his heart, it's no wonder that Blacksia and Gallon didn't want to get along with them. If he had known about the situation of the Stone Crow Clan early in the morning, he probably wouldn't have signed a covenant with them.

It's a shame.

Fortunately, the concept of time for dragons is quite slow. For orcs, twenty-five years is enough to breed a new generation of newborns into powerful warriors. However, for dragons, it is just a few sleeps That's all.

To be honest, the arrival of a black dragon at the beginning caused quite a stir among the clans and tribes. Many orcs could only imagine the appearance of dragons in the descriptions of their ancestors. Few have seen dragons with their own eyes. At first glance, they are so big. It's only a real dragon, so I'm inevitably excited.

But as time went on, the orcs got used to it. After all, as the most savage and warlike race, they had hunted and killed many strange monsters in the primitive jungle. Although Caesar was a real dragon, he was nothing more than this dragon in the end. It is nothing unusual for the creatures of the world to breathe the same air as them.

What's more, in the wilderness, the life pressure of the tribal orcs is very high. They not only have to polish and repair weapons, but also wash and dry fur, use stone tools to store water, store food, etc., so except for the children who are still curious about Caesar, the rest of the orcs After a few glances, they all dispersed.

It's not that they are not vigilant against alien species, but the old leader has already explained that this black dragon has signed a covenant with the Stone Crow clan, and any action that violates the oath will be punished by God. The reverence of the gods and the wariness of the orcs were deeply buried in their hearts, and they were not overly obvious.

No one cared about him, but Caesar was quite happy. He was not polite at all, and he used his sharp claws to open up another huge cave on the top of the mountain where the orcs lived. After spending a little time leveling the surrounding area, a The simple nest is now complete.

Caesar's dragon wings retracted and got into the newly built nest.

Then, he opened his mouth.

The structure of the tongue of a dragon is somewhat similar to that of a reptile lizard. Although the length cannot reach half of the body length like a lizard, the structure is more delicate. The dense nerves inside allow dragons to control them at will. Tongue twisted into various shapes.

So when Caesar opened and closed his mouth and controlled the curly tongue to gradually straighten, the forest elf who was hidden inside also revealed his figure, and was finally slowly placed on the ground.

Before awakening mana, many young dragons usually use this method to collect and transport treasures, and sometimes transport food. Caesar had studied his own body very hard at the beginning, and he also used similar means of transporting. Just come at your fingertips.

Caesar bent down, flattened his neck on the ground, and said nothing,

Just staring straight at the fairy of the forest.

five minutes later--

The little guy's body trembled slightly. After a short pause, the forest elf seemed to regain consciousness. She quickly turned over, face up, and coughed painfully.

Ahem...

After choking twice, the Forest Fairy finally regained control of his body, struggling to sit up straight, swinging his arms and trying to slap his chest.

really.

Caesar thought in his heart that many creatures in this world will enter a state of suspended animation when they suffer fatal injuries, and all vital signs disappear, and they will not wake up until a certain period of time. This is their body's instinctive protection mechanism.

In the primordial age of ancient times, many weak creatures would use this method as a cover in order to avoid predators.

However, as times change, more and more carnivores will start to devour dead prey, and the protective measures of feigning death will lose their original meaning and be eliminated.

I didn't expect that there was such an ancient mechanism in the fairy of the forest.

But the little guy was really cheated by herself this time. If she is not facing Caesar but other black dragons, the state of suspended animation will only stimulate their appetite, and the forest fairy will be quickly corroded by the acid, and then become a dragon. Heilong's Chinese food.

The little thing gradually stopped coughing, looked around his body, still not sure where the stinky liquid on his body came from, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the huge, ferocious head in front of him.

The memory before falling asleep quickly became clear.

The Fairy of the Forest quickly moved his butt and backed away some distance, opened his mouth wide, as if he was about to scream.

Shut up! Or I'll eat you. Caesar showed off his fangs.

The little guy's voice was stuck in his throat, he hadn't recovered from the fright, his reaction was a bit slow, and he obviously didn't know the fact that he had been eaten once.

Oh hoo, oh hoo.

The little one was so small that Caesar had to get very close to see the facial expression on her face, and the forest elf let out a small, unintelligible cry, and then begged softly: Don't eat Luna.

Your name is Luna? The fairy of the forest?

Caesar wasn't so sure.

Luna Blanche Tiarope Aufkenistan Lanfonne Klepicia Stinio...

A series of messy names popped out of the little guy's mouth.

Sure enough, it was the fairy of the forest, Caesar pouted.

The naming method of this race is unique in the whole world. In the nomenclature of the fairies of the forest, their own name is at the beginning of the name, and after that, it is her parents' name, and then her grandparents' name... …so that they can even be traced back to their ancestors.

For the fairies of the forest, names are their genealogy.

Stop, I see.

Caesar swung his paw and stopped the little guy's twittering. It was a kind of torture. Almost every forest elf's full name can be said for a whole day, until they can't remember Goblins take pride in remembering their full names).

Ok?

The forest fairy Luna shut up, and then became excited, flapping her four wings: Mr. Long, have you promised not to eat me? Can I leave?

no.