Black Dragon Code

It was indeed a pig's cry, and Caesar let out the grunt of a wild boar in the jungle. This was not magic, but a hunting method he had figured out during this period of time.

The vocal range of dragons is extremely wide, and by delicately controlling the air flow in the throat cavity and vibrating the vocal tract, they can almost imitate the voices of most living things.

Of course, most dragons would not do this. It is also a shame to imitate the screams of other creatures, but Caesar has no psychological burden in this regard.

This is why he left the river and entered the jungle to choose carnivorous mammals to hunt. Although he can also imitate the sound of fish, it is difficult to attract suitable prey in the water.

Ho, ho...

Caesar kept his breathing steady.

The rheumatic heat of the jungle is warm and humid, and soon the prey is hooked.

A jungle tiger.

This kind of king who was at the top of the food chain on Earth in his previous life can only be reduced to the lower level of the pyramid in this bizarre world. In the dark area, the jungle tiger plays more of a prey role.

Although the scales are immature, they can still be called tough. Even as a young dragon, they have great strength. This gives Caesar a certain amount of confidence that he has the capital to defeat all beasts of his size.

——As long as the opponent is not a vicious species.

Ferocious creatures are a general term for a series of specially enhanced creatures. Maybe a red dragon cub can do it, but he knows that a black dragon of his age will never provoke monsters of that level. Several dire wolves have the ability to kill him .

Fortunately, it was only an ordinary carnivorous creature, a wild tiger, who was hooked.

After careful observation, Caesar judged that the target was similar to the South China tiger he had seen in his previous life. The whole body was orange-yellow and covered with black horizontal stripes. The high arched back muscles showed the mighty strength of this guy. The tiger heard the howling of the wild boar, He was sniffling and approaching where Caesar was.

Caesar controlled the flow of breath and continued to mutter, making a smooth and rhythmic sound. Obviously, this wild boar didn't notice anything unusual.

Caesar, who was hidden in the soil, watched the tiger pacing and approaching silently through the overlapping bushes, and gradually reached the killing range of the tiger.

But in the next second, the wild tiger stopped and kept within a safe distance.

Have you been found?

No, it's just that mammals are cautious by nature. Although the food is present, the tiger knows that he has never been the king of the jungle, so he stood upright, his body tensed, and began to pace and move sideways, observing carefully.

What to do, just kill them? Or continue to wait?

The tiger's move put Caesar in a dilemma. He was a complete novice. If he made a direct save at this time, he was not sure whether he could make a single blow at such a distance. Animals, almost impossible.

But if the prey sensed something was wrong and fled directly, his half-day waiting would be in vain.

Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry.

Caesar comforted himself, forcibly suppressed the chaotic thoughts, calmed down, and at the same time slightly changed the tone of the wild boar, neighing sharply.

The prey appears to be in pain, appears to have been wounded, entangled in a bush?

This idea popped up in the tiger's limited mind, and after lingering for tens of seconds, it couldn't wait any longer, took two wild steps, then arched its back, and threw itself directly into the bushes.

Roar!

The roar of the tiger shook the forest.

It's a pity that it was fooled, and what awaited him was not a sumptuous delicacy, but a deadly trap.

The next moment when the fierce tiger leaped towards it, the soil in front of it instantly opened up, and the dark young dragon bumped into its arms, and its sharp claws inserted into its soft fur immediately.

The tiger who grew up in the jungle obviously had never seen such an insidious dragon. He was caught off guard, and his abdomen was torn cleanly.

Then Caesar rolled with it,

Regardless of the tiger's ferocious struggle, amidst the continuous roar of the tiger, it roared and broke its cervical spine.

It worked.

When everything was over, the little dragon cub let go of the limp dead tiger, lay down on the ground again, with its tail drooping, and let out a breath slowly.

This hunting is not much consumption for a dragon, but the real pressure comes from the mental burden.

In the previous life, let alone a tiger, Caesar had never even killed a chicken. Don’t look at this guy who is not afraid of the terrifying black dragon lady, but that was only because of his parental relationship. The ferocious tiger at the top of the food chain was fighting to the death, and he couldn't sustain it mentally.

It's still too tender.

Caesar gasped and whispered, recalling afterwards, the wild tiger had already been sentenced to death from the moment it jumped into the bushes, and he could easily and casually bite off the opponent's flesh like a real predator. For the neck, there is no need to roll and fight at all, and it takes a lot of trouble.

Learn from experience and reflect on mistakes.

Caesar squinted his eyes to examine for a while, and after a brief stop to think, the little dragon drank the blood that kept gushing out from the tiger's wound, and then exited the dense forest as quickly as possible with the prey it got in its mouth.

He didn't dare to eat in place. In the dark and dangerous forest, the smell of blood will attract more predators. God knows what terrible creatures will be there. Today's Caesar is really not strong, and he must always be cautious.

Therefore, even though he was unbearably hungry and lost a lot of fresh tiger blood on the bumpy road, Caesar still held back his distress and dragged the tiger's body back.

Time passed in the jungle, until he returned safely to the swamp and arrived at the sphere of influence shrouded by the mother of the black dragon, Long Wei, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hanging heart, and couldn't wait to start eating.

For Heilong, what kind of experience is it to devour fresh meat?

Just like a person who always eats boiled pork slices, it is the first time to taste the taste of chili fried pork.

Caesar squinted, the black dragon's sensory system made him not repulsed by eating carrion, but the red meat gave him the feeling that it was more tender and delicious, and the dragon couldn't stop it.

I don't know if I will cry when I eat cooked meat again one day?

He tilted his head, blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth, he was amused by his own thoughts, and let out a hey smile. It seems that being a dragon is not bad, at least he can eat all over the world, and he doesn't have to worry about being too spicy or sour to make his stomach upset.

However, Caesar, who hadn't been happy for a while, soon turned pale and became depressed. The little dragon sighed, drooped his head, and swayed towards the river bank.

Because... It's time to eat dirt after eating, growing pains, my slightly sour childhood.

Ugh, this stuff is so fucking bad...

As the sky gradually darkened, Caesar returned to his little corner in the black dragon's lair to rest. The two young dragons were sleeping soundly under the wings of the black dragon mother, purring loudly.

The trip to the jungle made Caesar exhausted. He curled up on the ground and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the drowsy Caesar gradually regained consciousness. He realized that he was no longer in the Black Dragon Lady's lair. Looking around, there was only an indelible darkness around him.

There is a light source in front of you.

Caesar was not surprised. In fact, since he arrived in this world, every time he fell asleep, he would have the same dream. In the body of a black dragon, he came to this uninhabited and pitch-black place.

But this time it was different, there was light in the darkness.