Black Dragon Code

The young dragons screamed excitedly, rushed to the water impatiently, and rolled in the mud by themselves, turning a blind eye to the hostile or fearful eyes of other predators.

They have no reason to be afraid. When the black dragon mother was still alive, these predators, even the more powerful tyrannical species, were just their food.

How can a lion be afraid of livestock?

Garen and Blackia only had contempt in their eyes, but they forgot a very important point: Leaving aside the bloodline and identity, the real combat power of a young dragon is actually not much stronger than these powerful predators.

Fortunately, Caesar remembered.

Moreover, seeing all kinds of predatory creatures gradually approaching the young dragons, Caesar was sure that these guys also remembered.

Don't underestimate these lower creatures, they are very smart. After discovering the threat of dragon hatchlings, the animals reached an agreement and alliance with each other simply by making eye contact.

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

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

In this area, no animal is the opponent of the three young dragons fighting alone. If they don't want to be expelled, they can only join hands to deal with the black dragon cubs.

In order to survive, they must kill the three young dragons, and even if it is not good enough, they must drive away the young dragons and drive away the new competitors.

"It's a bit troublesome."

Caesar had a slight headache. Gallon and Blacksia were too domineering, occupying the center of the water as soon as they arrived, arousing the dissatisfaction of other predators to the greatest extent and causing the worst result.

They were real dragons, but a black dragon of this age might not necessarily be a match for such a large group of predatory creatures.

A fight is inevitable.

However, although he was slightly dissatisfied with the recklessness of the two young dragons, Caesar did not really blame his younger brothers and sisters. After all, thirsty water is an uncontrollable nature of black dragons, just as normal as people need to eat and shit. , unconsciously, there was an urge to rush towards the water.

But he could suppress this emotion. What really angered Caesar was the slow reaction of the two dragonlings.

The other predators had formed a siege, showing their intent to kill, but Garen and Blackia were still playing with the mud, without any defense.

"I guess, you must have awakened the new dragon talent again, so you don't need to take these carnivorous animals seriously."

Caesar was a bit black-bellied, and he suddenly decided not to remind them. The jungle is not a game, and the two dragonlings must learn enough painful lessons.

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

Caesar thought, lying down on the hill full of malice, watching what happened, his eyes wandering between the manticore and the dire wolves. These creatures obviously did not exist in his memory, which made him feel a little uneasy.

The leader of the dire wolf is several points larger than other male wolves, and there is an exaggerated scar on the lower edge of the neck, which is the mark left by fighting with other predators. Although it has healed now, the deformed wound is still shocking .

It has thick hair, stands upright like a steel needle, and is pacing sideways.

Although this dire wolf was afraid of the black dragon cubs, he was not afraid. He looked up at Garen and Blackia, his bright yellow irises fluttered, and he let out a suppressed growl from his throat.

Behind it, there are wolves.

The two manticores swayed their scorpion-like tails as they approached slowly. One of them opened its mouth and yawned silently, revealing its sharp and minced-meat fangs.

Caesar could even smell the stench that came with the wind.

Without the expected roar, the manticore pounced on it, launched an attack without warning, and completed the ultimate transformation from static to dynamic.

He rushed straight to the two young dragons.

The next moment, the wolves also started running, jumping into the water one after another, making the sound of treading water, hunting the young dragons from another direction.

No matter the manticore or the dire wolf, or the hyena and cheetah waiting for an opportunity, they were all quiet and kept silent.

The first roar in the whole process was actually the first roar from the black dragon.

"Roar!"

"Damn you daredevils!"

Blackia roared in the common language, and the two young dragons finally realized that something was wrong. These lower races dared to show their minions to the dragons. The two young dragons moved closer to each other and roared with high-pitched voices.

They are using the "violent momentum" ability, but the dragon's power of the young dragon is too thin to deter those equally ferocious large predatory creatures, and it is difficult to function as it should.

Caesar, who was lying on the hill watching, wanted to cover his face. The two dragon hatchlings hadn't figured out the situation yet. They didn't want to break out, but they were still roaring and threatening.

In this place where hairs drink blood, there is no power, not to mention dragons, even the gods from the heavens come, and they will be torn apart by these animals that rely on instinct.

It seems that they are bound to be beaten hard, not hurt, lose a few scales, and have no memory at all.

The hatchlings are surrounded.

Fortunately, they were not retreating as Caesar imagined. Although they were ambushed, they were immediately hit by the mucus ejected from the manticore's scorpion tail and lost the ability to fly, but with their sharp claws and solid scales, they still Belonging to the ferocity and viciousness in the black dragon's bones, the young dragons still fought back and forth with their opponents.

It's just that there are a lot of opponents here, the manticore and the dire wolf alone are difficult to deal with, not to mention there are hyenas and leopards around, giving them a hit from time to time.

As time goes by, the hatchlings that lose the ability to fly will be consumed to death sooner or later.

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

Caesar stared at the battlefield and muttered. He didn't simply watch the wyrmlings being beaten out of bad taste. In fact, his mind was also running and analyzing at high speed, thinking about the attack modes and ability strengths of those creatures he had never seen before.

The unique products of this world, such as the manticore and the dire wolf, have actually broken away from the level of ordinary beasts, barely reaching the level of ferocious species.

"Al Torenzo!"

Garen slapped the wolf that was biting his tail to the ground with a slap, roared loudly, and called for support.

"Don't they use magic to fly? They are still restricted by the mucus. In this way, the Manticore's mucus still has the ability to block the transmission of magic power."

Caesar wrote down his deduction, and then turned his eyes to the wolves: "The attack is orderly, the division of labor is reasonable, there is an obvious social structure, and the wisdom of the alpha wolf does not seem to be low."

"Caesar!" Blackia screamed after being overturned by the agile Manticore.

"The hyenas and leopards are similar in size to those on Earth, and they don't show extraordinary strength. It is estimated that they are unlikely to pose too much threat to the baby dragons. No wonder they are hiding behind."

Caesar turned a deaf ear to it, still observing the battlefield, sorting out the information he received again, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, he whispered: "Call Dad and come to help you."

He flapped his dragon wings lightly, and started to trot deftly. After a few steps, he began to accelerate gradually, and finally reached the limit, crashing into the pack of wolves.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

This is a genetically modified black dragon, far more powerful than his brothers. Caesar is like a heavy tank, roaring and smashing into the wolf pile, and the speed does not stop until the fourth dire wolf is overturned.

"Kill the wolf first!"

Caesar roared, pushed away the bloody and sticky beast corpse, accelerated again, and rushed towards the leader of the dire wolf who was under heavy protection.