Black Dragon Code

The young dragons screamed with excitement, impatient rushed towards the water, each minding their own business rolling in the mud, and looked hostile or jealous to other predators. Turn a blind eye.

They have no reason to be afraid. When the Black Dragon mother was still there, these predators and even the more powerful ferocious species were nothing more than their food.

How can lions fear livestock?

Garon and Blackia have only contempt in their eyes, but they forget one important point: Regardless of bloodline and identity, the true battle strength of a young dragon is actually not much stronger than these strong predators .

Fortunately, Caesar remembers.

Furthermore, looking at the various predators gradually approaching the whelps, Caesar is sure that these guys also remember them.

Don't underestimate these low-level creatures, they are very smart. After discovering the threat of the young dragon, the animals reached a consensus and alliance with each other only by eye contact.

In nature, when the number of predators exceeds the food, the predators either starve to death, or constantly eliminate the weak until the balance is restored.

Obviously, the number of predators in this water pool is close to saturation, and it can no longer accept other carnivorous creatures.

In this area, no animal fights alone and is the opponent of the three-headed young dragon. If they don't want to be expelled, they can only join forces to deal with the Black Dragon cub.

In order to survive, they must kill the three wyrmlings, and even if it doesn’t help, they must expel the wyrmlings and drive away new competitors.

"It’s a bit troublesome."

Caesar has a slight headache, Garon and Blackia are too domineering, they occupy the most central position in the water pool, and stimulate other predators to the greatest extent The dissatisfaction of the author caused the worst result.

They are True Dragons, yes, but Black Dragons at this age are not necessarily the opponents of such a large group of predatory creatures.

A fight is inevitable.

However, although I am a little dissatisfied with the recklessness of the two young dragons, Caesar does not really blame his younger brother younger sister. After all, water thirsty is an uncontrollable nature of the Black Dragon, just like people want to eat and drink. The need for shit was just as normal, even if it was him, the urge to rush towards Mizusawa unconsciously appeared in his heart.

But he can suppress this emotion. What really makes Caesar angry is the slow reaction of the two-headed young dragon.

Other predators have formed a tendency to encircle and murderous intentions are exposed, but Garon and Blackia are still playing in the mud and fiddled with the mud, without any defense.

"I guess, you must have awakened a new dragon innate talent again. You don't need to put these carnivores in your eyes."

Caesar is a bit black-belly, he suddenly Decided not to remind them. The jungle is not a game. The two young dragons must learn enough painful lessons.

Fortunately, the dragon skin is rough, flesh is thick, and the ability to resist beating is MAX. Even in the face of siege, there will be no problems in a short time.

Caesar thought, lying down on the hilly ground full of malice, watching the changes, his eyes wandering between the prickly tailed lion and the terror wolf group, which obviously did not exist in his memory, let him Feeling a little uneasy.

The leader of the terror wolf is a few points bigger than the other male wolves, and there is an exaggerated scar on the lower edge of his neck, which is a trace of fighting with other predators. It is now healed, but The deformed wound is still horrible to see.

It's hairy, it stands upright like a steel pin, pacing horizontally.

Although this terror wolf is afraid of the Black Dragon cub, it is not afraid. He looked at Garon and Blackia with his eyes upright. The yellow iris was blinking, and his throat let out a depressed growl.

Behind it, there are wolves.

Two spiny lions dangling their scorpion tails, slowly approaching, one of them opened its mouth and yawned silently, revealing its sharp and minced fangs.

Caesar can even smell the stench of the wind.

Without the violent roar as imagined, the thorn-tailed lion directly rushed forward, launched an attack without warning, completed the extreme transformation from static to dynamic, and rushed directly to the two young dragons.

Next moment, the wolves also began to run, jumping into the water, making a crash-bang sound, and hunting the young dragons from the other direction.

Regardless of whether the thorn-tailed lion or the terror wolf, or the hyenas and cheetahs waiting for an opportunity, they are very quiet and always keep silent.

The first roar in the whole process was actually the Black Dragon who took the lead.

"Roar!"

"Damn, you brave guys!"

Blackia uses the lingua franca roar, and the two whelps finally noticed something wrong, these The lower race actually dared to show their minions to the dragons, and the two young dragons moved closer to each other, roaring sharply.

They are using the "imposing manner ferocious" ability, but the Dragon's Might of the Whelpling is too thin to deter the same ferocious large predators, it is difficult for it to function,

Caesar, who was lying on the gully watching, couldn't wait to cover his face. The two whelps hadn't figured out the situation yet, they didn't want to break through, but they were still roaring threats.

In this land of devour raw meat and fowl, there is no power, not to mention dragons, that is, Heaven Realm Divine Race is here, and will be torn apart by these instinctive animals.

It seems that they are bound to be sturdy and smashed. They won't get hurt or lose a few scales. They don't have a long memory.

The young dragon is surrounded.

Fortunately, they are not retreating as Caesar imagined. Although they were in an ambush, they were immediately hit by the mucus sprayed from the scorpion tail and lost their flight ability, but they rely on sharp claw teeth. With solid scales and the brutal and cruel viciousness belonging to Black Dragon in the bones, the young dragons still fought back and forth with their opponents.

It’s just that there are a lot of opponents. The thorntail lion and the terror wolf are very difficult to deal with. Besides, there are hyenas and leopards waiting around, giving them a look from time to time.

As time goes by, sooner or later the wyrmling that loses the ability to fly will be consumed.

"Well...In addition to the conventional methods, there is also the tail, which looks sharp, and there is a fatal risk of being stabbed."

Caesar muttered, watching the battlefield. He is not simply watching the whelp beating with evil taste, but in fact, his brain is running fast and analyzing, thinking about the attack patterns and strength of the creatures he has never seen before.

The peculiar products of this World such as the prickly lion and the terror wolf are actually out of the ordinary wild beast level and barely reach the level of the ferocious species.

"Altrenzo!"

Garon slapped the terror wolf who bit his tail to the ground, roaring loudly, calling for support.

"Aren’t they flying by magic? They are actually restricted by mucus. So, the mucus of the thorntail lion has the ability to block magic transmission."

Caesar Write down his inference, and then turn his eyes to the terror wolf group: "The attack is orderly, the division of labor is reasonable, there is an obvious social structure, and the wisdom of the wolf seems not low."

"Caesar!" Blackia Overturned by the agile thorntail lion, screaming.

"The hyenas and leopards are similar in size to Earth, and they do not show extraordinary power. It is estimated that they are unlikely to pose too much threat to the young dragons, no wonder they are hiding behind."

Caesar turned a deaf ear, still observing the battlefield, sorted out the information he had received, and after making sure that there were no faults, he whispered: "Call father to help you."

He gently fanned Dragon Wing, swiftly trot, began to accelerate gradually after a few steps, and finally reached the limit, slammed into the wolf pack.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

This is a genetically modified Black Dragon, which is far more powerful than his brothers. Caesar is like a heavy tank, howling He smashed into the wolf pile until he overturned the fourth terror wolf and his speed stopped.

"Destroy the wolf first!"

Caesar roared, pushed away the corpse of the wild beast, which had been bloody and stuck to him, speeded up again, and focused on protection. The leader of the terror wolf rushed away.