Black Dragon Code

Caesar paid special attention to the fatal wound on the leader of the dire wolf. The penetrating wound caused by the sharp claws on the neck made its entire neck bloody and bloody. It looked like it had been cut by a blade and was almost completely broken.

The damage caused by such a horrific wound is absolutely fatal. It is no wonder that the leader of the wolf will die on the spot. Even if the dragon with strong life suffers such an injury, it may be difficult to survive.

The feast has begun.

Although the herbivores had already been scared out of their wits by the chaos and fled, the wolves who had suffered heavy losses still left behind many corpses, and the young dragons, who were already fainting from hunger, naturally refused to refuse anyone who came and gorged on food.

Compared to Caesar's indifference, Gallon and Blackia were relatively more "reserved". They always used acid to corrode the food before swallowing raw meat.

In the sky, a mass of blood eagle vultures uttered ugly cries, more ear-piercing than crows, circling over the lake, staring at the corpse of the dire wolf, their eyes full of greed.

"Ho Ho-"

Holding the half-eaten food, Blackia let out two deterrent growls to the sky. Even if she couldn't eat any more, she still had to protect the food. In this dry season when natural resources are scarce, every bit of meat is precious.

So she was working with Garen, dragging the corpses of dire wolves into the sink and burying them in the dirty mire. Black dragons scavenge, and these wolf carcasses allow them to stop hunting for a long time.

"Well, Al Torrenzo, thanks to you this time."

Although Caesar emphasized it, Garen couldn't change his words for a while. This guy was chewing meat, followed behind him in a muffled voice, apologizing.

"Um."

Caesar had a bigger appetite than them, so he was still dealing with the dire wolf in front of him, and he answered vaguely.

Dragons have always had a strong sense of self-esteem, and even if they knew they had made a mistake, they would rarely admit it. Gallon's muffled apology seemed absolutely sincere to the dragons, and they probably already deeply realized their mistakes.

Caesar has an adult soul that doesn't match his appearance, so he naturally doesn't have the vulgar taste of sprinkling salt in the wound, and he is not aggressive, just deal with it casually.

However, this scene made Blacksia upset. She used to love to bully and tease Garon, but when she saw Garon convincing Caesar and apologizing silently, she felt as if something had been taken away, and she was very jealous.

However, she was also aware of her previous mistakes, and it was difficult to have a reason to attack, so she could only vent her grievances in the mud in front of her, tearing the wolf corpses buried in it into pieces.

The sky is getting dark, and the young dragons are also starting to arrange their first territory. They have taken care of their stomachs and need to prepare for the next survival, hunting, meditation, and deep sleep.

At least until now, Caesar hasn't found any traces of strange monsters or ferocious species, so it seems that this place is safer than the edge of the jungle. After expelling the nearby carnivorous beasts, the little dragons don't have to worry too much.

With the help of two young dragons, Caesar spent some time digging out a groove at the bottom of the not-so-deep water, and then leveled the surrounding area slightly, expanding it into a not-so-small U-shaped underwater cave.

This is not enough. The young dragons are absolutely strict about their life-related nests. To be on the safe side, they continue to work and diligently dig out more than one exit at the bottom of the U-shaped nest, so that they can escape quickly in the event of a critical situation in the future.

The dark cave is far worse than the original swamp lair, but the black dragons are not picky, they only need a place to hide, and it would be great if they can take into account their preference for mud and mud.

...

Caesar came to that strange and unpredictable space again in his sleep, and the display cabinet that towered into the darkness was still standing silently, as monotonous, cold and dead as before.

He waited a long time expectantly,

No new trophies appeared.

"what happened?"

Caesar hesitated. In his speculation, if his life was compared to a game, then the trophy should be equivalent to the upgrade reward in the game. It makes no sense that the experience points gained from such a battle are not enough for him to complete the first stage. Second promotion.

Unless he inferred wrongly.

After waiting for a long time, Caesar simply sat down in front of the display case, staring at the endless and deep darkness in the distance, thinking hard.

Fighting can't make him stronger. If the rewards don't come from simply fighting monsters and upgrading, then is there any other way to get benefits?

Black Dream is the root of his current foothold, of course he wants to figure out the rules.

Predators, first times, anything is possible, trophies...

The scene of obtaining the bronze cup at that time recurred in Caesar's mind, carefully sorting out every detail in it, and refused to let go of any flaws.

Trophies, trophies, trophies...

Time continues to pass.

"understood."

Caesar suddenly realized, he shook his head, wagged his tail and stood up again. If his experience in another world is compared to a game, besides upgrading and practicing, is there any other way to get rewards?

Combined with the unique manifestations of rewards, Caesar only thought of one possibility: achievement.

The reward for killing wild tigers is not because he has gained experience and upgraded, but because he has completed the "Predator" achievement.

"Anything is possible, that's why."

Caesar finally understood the deep meaning of the small words engraved on the bronze base. He needed to keep trying to complete new achievements in exchange for as many rewards as possible.

It seems that the road arranged by Heimeng will not be too easy.

...

Generally, among the ten young dragons without the protection of their parents, half may not be able to grow up to a youth with the ability to protect themselves.

After the siege incident, the little dragons became more and more aware of their own weakness, so in the following time, except Caesar, who was a foodie and often ambushed animals that drank water, the other two stayed in their dens and slept as much as possible. Sustain life.