They rested in the poplar groves at the foot of the mountain, the dragons sipping from the springs, and Caesar's dire wolves scattered to keep watch.

It was the second day out of the hills, and the young dragons had still not found a habitable environment, and the otherworldly landscape was very different from Caesar's perception, and the farther north they went, the hotter the weather seemed to become.

"Whoa......

A faint splash of water was made not far away, and soon two dire wolves sat down with their tails wagging their fish in their mouths, and placed them in front of Caesar as if flattering.

"Well done."

Caesar did not hesitate to compliment, stretched out his paws and scratched the fur around the neck of the direwolf, and then swallowed the small fish the size of his palm.

After years of recuperation, the wolves had regrown to thirty heads, and these obedient fellows knew how to please their masters, and Caesar now kept them as pets, and the journey was boring, but the little ones gave him a lot of fun.

"Huh."

Blackxia, who was watching coldly, spat out: "Good direwolf, but you raised a family dog." ”

She and Caesar have always been at odds, bickering is indispensable, but Caesar is stronger than her in everything except for his spell ability, with hard scales, sharp claws, and a strong body.

Even if she has the ability to spell, what can she do, if she really fights, neither of them is Caesar's opponent.

What made the dragon's eyes even more red was that Caesar, who was still a child, had already subdued a group of dependents, which made the little female dragon even more unbalanced, and she couldn't understand how this guy who didn't even have dragon power got thirty direwolves?

Even as a parent, the black dragon's naked jealousy is undoubtedly revealed, but Blackthea can't do anything about him at all, so she can only choke a few sentences from time to time.

Caesar ignored her and turned his head, the young dragon of this age is basically exactly the same as the bear child in the human race, the more you talk to her, the more energetic she becomes, if you keep ignoring her, this guy will naturally wilt.

Blackthea was bored, and when she saw Garon who was staring at the little fish stupidly and drooling, she couldn't help but get angry and slapped the fool on the head: "Let's go, you idiot, I'll take you to find something to eat." ”

Caesar sighed: "If you want to go, go yourself, don't take Galleons with you, so that I don't have to dig another grave then." ”

Hearing this, Blackthea's body trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but stop.

"If you want to hunt at night, you don't take your life seriously. The night in the wilderness is far more dangerous than the day, and you know how many creatures are diurnal and nocturnal? ”

"Of course I know better than you do."

Blackthea muttered, leaning down in a depressed manner, the danger of going out at night in an unknown territory is self-evident, many large beasts and monsters are active at night, and a few young dragons certainly can't handle those guys - maybe it's about the same.

Don't go out after dark is not for fun, although the black dragon is also a creature that likes to be nocturnal, but at this time, Blackthea still has to suppress this idea.

"Whew-"

The dire wolf's howl was high-pitched and rapid, and the young dragons rose to their feet, subconsciously becoming vigilant.

"The sky is blocked by spells, and something has come to the door."

Blackthea looked at the dire wolf that slowly retreated to her side, her voice became hoarse and a little cramped, she was like a frightened cat, her gray scales erected, her mouth hunched over, ready to roar like a wild beast at any moment.

"Be quiet, don't act rashly."

Caesar stopped it, staring at the deep night, the guy who can have the power to block the sky is definitely a high-level intelligent being, whether it is a humanoid creature or an alien monster, it is not so easy to deal with.

The first thing that catches your eye is a pair of red eyes, and figures are approaching them from all directions.

"Humans?"

Even the unresponsive Garon became agitated, in their opinion, humans were far more ferocious and cunning creatures than dragons, almost as evil as the demons of the Abyss, and once the baby black dragon fell into the hands of humans, it would never end well.

"Friend, we're just passing travelers."

Caesar whispered to the shadowy figure, first in dragon language and then in lingua franca.

All movements stopped, and in the moonlight, Caesar caught a glimpse of the polished sharp stone sheen: "The mountain is ours, and the road is ours." ”

A low, resolute and unfriendly voice came from the bushes: "You—ours too." ”

It looks like a lot of kidnapping? Human robbers are coming?

"We are the sons of the great 'Dragon of Shadows' Nesartoria."

Caesar made a name for his mother, and at this time he had to move out of the family to build a hype: "Who are you? ”

"There's only one black dragon in the vicinity, but it was banished by Sylvia seven years ago."

An older voice spoke, and the figure stepped out of the bushes and into the light, his tattered robes and a scepter made of bone, even though he was old and stiff, and his body was full of strong muscles.

Green skin, a face somewhat like a mixed race between humans and pigs, a slanted forehead, and inverted teeth protruding from the lips.

Orcs!

Behind him, as if rocks were moving forward, a tall orc appeared, their burly and strong bodies, with animal fur around their waists, and stone weapons in their hands, walking towards the young dragons with heavy steps.

Some of these orcs wore fanged collars, some wore bulky horned helmets, and some were naked, slamming their weapons into each other as they went.

For any clan tribe, the baby dragon is a gift from the gods, they are small and weak, but they can sell for a sky-high price on the human realm, this rich reward, can even change the embarrassing situation of some poor tribes.

"Roar, lowly orc!"

Garon and Blackthea roared, and nearly fifty strong and muscular orcs provoked them to be the first to show a violent reaction, intimidating each other and preventing the orcs from approaching any further.

The two young dragons were very angry, this was a premeditated ambush, these green-skinned orcs had obviously discovered them, otherwise they would not have sent so many elite warriors, and even the respected wizards of the tribe had been invited.

"Roar, slaughter it!"

The tough orc warrior clearly felt insulted, and had a tendency to go into a collective mania: "Slaughter these two little mongrels, and then grab the largest one and sell it to the human realm." ”

"Come on! You bastards, see who dies first! ”

Blackthea roared, a strong sour breath nearly two meters long erupted from her throat, and stood with Garon on Caesar's side left and right.

In fact, most of the dependents or slaves of the adult black dragon green dragon have the existence of orcs to a greater or lesser extent, and from the dragon's point of view, what she said is actually not unreasonable.

But in this kind of situation where the enemy is strong and I am weak, it is too ignorant to provoke the opponent again.

These orcs are very strong, very strong, fifty elite warriors of the orcs plus an old wizard who doesn't know the depths, so well prepared, I'm afraid that a young dragon will avoid its edge when it comes, and run away with his tail between his legs.

If you really want to fight hard, even if you add Caesar, who is genetically mutated, and the three-headed young dragon and a group of dire wolves, they are definitely not the opponents of these orcs.

Caesar could see clearly, if there was a real fight, they must be the ones who suffered, and now that the space has been blocked, it is difficult for the young dragons to escape.

What to do?

"Skinned these mongrels and made armor from their scales!"

"I'm going to dig up the intestines of you sluts, and watch you die in agony......"

As the battle imminent, the orcs were grinding and roaring, while the young dragons were stirring their throats to prepare for dragon breath, and the surrounding dire wolves were all arching their backs.

If the fight with the orcs is over, even if Caesar can force a way out of escape with his strong body, Garon and Blackxia will definitely be captured.

This battle can't be fought!

"Shut up!"

With a bang, Caesar slapped one of his paws on the ground, and the loud noise shut up the noisy orcs and the provocative young dragons, and his strength was so great that the sharp-eyed orcs even saw small cracks appear in the ground.

After briefly intimidating everyone, Caesar stared at the old orc, who was dressed differently from other orcs, and said in a low voice: "If you want to capture us, I wonder how many orc warriors' lives you plan to fill?" ”