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

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Caesar's imaginary orc tribe was something similar to the castle of a human lord, a settlement of intelligent creatures with tall tents, altars and bunkers, and many watchtowers on the outside.

However, looking at the orc toddler not far away, who was still desperately polishing the stone axe and bone spurs, Caesar knew he was wrong.

And it's pretty outrageous.

The Crow Clan's settlement is located in a fairly flat basin in the foothills of the hills, but it is all wilderness as far as the eye can see, and there is no sign of sapient life in the area, except for a few scaffolds made of tree trunks for drying furs.

The orcs wrapped their bodies in animal skins, polished stones as weapons, and accompanied by wolves, lived in naturally formed or randomly dug stone caves.

It's exactly like the primitive man of the Stone Age.

Looking at the orcs sitting on the ground with their legs spread out, tearing raw meat, and smelling the fishy smell of those undried furs, Caesar couldn't help but wonder if his decision was wrong, was it the right choice to ally with such an orc clan?

"These guys live like beasts like dragons."

Caesar sighed in his heart, no wonder Blackthea and Garon were reluctant to get along with them, if he had known that the Crow Clan was in such a situation, he probably wouldn't have made an alliance with them.

Lost to death.

Fortunately, dragons have a rather sluggish sense of time, and twenty-five years is a long time for orcs to nurture a generation of newborns into strong warriors, but for dragons, it is just a few sleeps.

To tell the truth, the arrival of a black dragon at the beginning also caused a considerable sensation among the clans and tribes, many orcs can only imagine the shape of the dragon in the depiction of their ancestors, and very few have seen dragons with their own eyes, and at first glance they saw such a big real dragon, and their hearts were inevitably excited.

But over time, the orcs got used to it, after all, as the most savage and warlike race, they have also hunted a lot of strange monsters in the primeval jungle, although Caesar is a real dragon, in the final analysis, it is nothing more than a creature of this world, and it is nothing unusual to breathe the same air as them.

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

It's not that they are unwary of alien species, but the old leader has already explained that this black dragon has signed a covenant with the stone crow clan, and any violation of the oath will be punished by the gods, out of trust in the wizard and reverence for the gods, the orcs' vigilance is buried deep in their hearts, and they are not too obvious.

No one cared about him, but Caesar was happy to be pure, he was not polite at all, and he was very familiar with using his claws to carve out a huge cavern on the top of the hill where the orcs lived, and it took a little time to level the surroundings a little, and a simple lair was completed.

Caesar's wings shrank and he burrowed into the rebuilt lair.

Then, he opened his mouth.

The dragon's tongue is somewhat similar to that of a reptilian lizard, and although it is not half the length of a lizard, it is more elaborate, and the dense nerves inside allow the dragon to control their tongue to twist into various shapes at will.

So when Caesar opened and closed his mouth, his tongue that had been curled up gradually straightened, and the fairy of the forest, which was wrapped in it, revealed its body, and was finally slowly placed on the ground.

Before the awakening of mana, many young dragons would usually use this method to collect and transport treasure, and sometimes food, Caesar had studied his body very hard, and similar means of transportation were at his fingertips.

Caesar bent down, lay his neck flat on the ground, and did not speak, just staring straight at the forest elf.

Five minutes later—

The little one's body trembled slightly, and after a brief pause, the forest fairy seemed to regain consciousness, and she quickly rolled over, her back facing up, and coughed in pain.

"Ahem......"

After choking twice, the forest fairy finally regained control of his body, struggling to sit up straight, swinging his arms and slapping his chest hard.

"Sure enough."

Caesar thought to himself that many creatures in this world will enter a state of suspended animation when they suffer fatal injuries, and all their vital signs will disappear until they wake up after a while, which is a protective mechanism of their body instincts.

In the early days of antiquity, many weak creatures would use this method as a cover to escape predators.

However, as the times changed, more and more carnivores began to devour dead prey, and the protection measures of suspended animation lost their original meaning and were eliminated.

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

However, the little guy was pit by herself this time, if she was not facing Caesar but other black dragons, the state of suspended animation would only stimulate their appetite even more, and the fairy of the forest would be quickly corroded by acid, and then become the black dragon's meal.

The little thing gradually stopped coughing, looked around his body, and still couldn't figure out where the stinky liquid on his body came from, so he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the vicious and hideous huge head in front of him.

The memories before the coma quickly became clear.

The fairy of the forest quickly shifted his ass back and retreated some distance, opening his mouth wide and threatening to scream.

"Shut up! Otherwise it will eat you. Caesar showed off his fangs.

The little one's voice was stuck in his throat, and he hadn't recovered from the fright, and his reaction was a little sluggish, apparently not aware of the fact that he had been eaten once.

"Oh hoo, oh hoo."

The little one was so small that Caesar had to get close enough to see the facial expression on her face, and the fairy of the forest let out a small, meaningless whisper, and then whispered, "Don't eat Luna." ”

"Your name is Luna? Forest goblins? ”

Caesar wasn't so sure.

"Luna Blanvi Tiarope Offknistan Raffany Clepithia Stinio......"

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

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

The way this race is named is unique in the world, and in the nomenclature of the forest elves, at the beginning of the name is their own name, after that, her parents' names, and then her grandparents' names...... In this way, it can even be traced back to their ancestors.

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

"Stop, I see."

Caesar flicked his paw to stop the little one's chatter, which was torture, and almost every forest elf could have their full name for an entire day until they couldn't remember it (the forest elf prided itself on remembering his full name).

"Are you alright?"

The forest fairy Luna stopped her mouth, and then became excited, and her four wings flapped: "Mr. Long, have you promised not to eat me?" Can I leave? ”

"Nope."