The black dragon, who was larger in size, spread his legs and sat in the ravine he had created, ignoring the little guy who circled around him and looked curiously at it, his paws gently scraping his iron chin, pondering about the energy replenishment of the colony.

Just now, he gnawed a little more soil, and the feedback of lack of energy weakened again, although it was actually equivalent to a drop in the bucket, the overall feeling was still extremely strong.

But this phenomenon proves that eating soil is effective, but if he wants to rely on eating soil to replenish energy, he is afraid that he will have to die of liver death here today, and he must gnaw on the surface for a day before he can do it.

This is simply too inefficient.

There must be other, more advanced alternatives, Caesar thought.

Next, he went hunting a fierce-maned bear, a bear that is common in the northern wilderness and is roasted to a delicious meat that is not as good as that of the Beys Ergothorn, but is one of Caesar's regular meats.

Using his slender tail claws to handle food, Caesar took a slice of diced meat from the roasted bear's leg and handed it to Luna, then swallowed the whole two.

Speaking of which, the little guy was originally a real vegetarian and only fed on flower dew, but now he was also brought by the black dragon to eat meat, and little Luna hid in the corner, squinting like a squirrel and chewing slowly.

After eating a whole fiery mane, Caesar turned on the feedback from the colonization, and the intense feeling of hunger came back again, and it was not alleviated.

"It doesn't seem like red meat is okay either." He thought, it's not okay to eat meat, but it's okay to eat soil, what's in the soil? Humus? Microbe? Minerals?

Minerals?

Caesar figured out that after trying to use plants and animals to no avail, he could only think of this thing, but minerals were a very general concept, and he had to try it step by step if he wanted to confirm it.

This is the source of energy for the colonization, and it is the most important thing at the moment, and Caesar must first study it thoroughly.

Of course, if he had to complete such an inspection operation on his own, it would have taken countless hours and he would have been exhausted to death, but fortunately he had a large number of dependents in his territory who could be driven at will.

"Let's go, go home."

After finding the direction of the experiment, the black dragon shouted to the forest goblin to really return.

……

"They have an open mouth and say that there will be a truce, and the tone is really not small."

Watching the messenger retreat and leave, Berish Lane held the long sword in one hand, knocked heavily on the table with the other, and then took the white porcelain teacup and poured it down, and finally spoke.

"As long as we defend it tightly, no matter how strong and fearless their soldiers are, they will not be able to move forward even half a step. And in a short period of time, the Brandites will not be able to digest the swallowed territory, and sooner or later they will be dragged down. ”

Grand Duke Lane pondered for a while, analyzing the pros and cons of the war situation, now that the battle has reached this level, the two sides have already torn their faces, either you die or I die, and it is difficult to negotiate a truce again.

The Grand Duke and King of Lane was in his fifties, but he was as strong as a twenty-year-old young man, and if Caesar were here, he would find that this guy was not only a great nobleman, but also a powerful knight.

Even when sitting, the Grand Duke still looked tall, with long legs, broad shoulders, flat lower abdomen, thin arms but strong muscles, and no fat and greasy appearance of ordinary nobles.

The Duke of Lane was a resolute man, so he shaved his beard around his lips and chin, and his sideburns were also left behind, except for a lush blond hair.

"I received news the other day that the Brando family has found an ally, a great nobleman from the central trading city-states, who may be able to provide assistance to the Brando."

The vassal nobleman standing beside him thought for a moment and said, "Moreover, they offered to return half of the land in exchange for a truce, and I see the appearance of the envoy, even if they are asked to make more concessions, the Blandians will be willing." ”

This condition is tempting enough.

"Your people are just farting."

Archduke Lane looked like an angry lion: "Do you think they have received assistance and will propose peace talks?" A paradox. ”

"Either way, their concession to return the land is real."

Another of his supporters of the nobility said: "Lord Duke, our rear is becoming more and more disturbed, and the army is all drawn to the front, and there is no longer enough power left to suppress the rebellious serfs. ”

"To be honest, we won't be able to delay this battle much longer than the Branda, and our army is already very vulnerable because the opposing soldiers are too fierce and cruel."

"Lord Duke, we think the best option now is to temporarily cease the war, reclaim the territory, and then lobby the countries to wait for your allies to join forces and destroy the rebels in one fell swoop."

His vassals suggested.

Coincidentally, this is exactly what Caesar told the shapeshifters two days ago, and the black dragon also proposed a concept of "long-distance and close attack", telling the shapeshifters to wait until the situation is stabilized, and act steadily according to this set of theories.

Kajiling, in Caesar's opinion, is a very important part of his power, and the black dragon can directly exert influence on humans through here, so he is still more concerned about this place.

Grand Duke Lane's face was cloudy, his eyes swept over each of the vassal nobles, and he thought about it for a while before finally spit out one word—"Good!" ”

……

The year 1634 of the Tertiary Era of Eladia was a year when the continent was not as turbulent as ever, but it was indeed a memorable year for the Northlanders.

In 1633, the Rhine Civil War was on the verge of breaking out, and the Brandows rose to prominence, but in early 1634 the situation escalated to a fever pitch that spread to every corner of the country, even to the territories of neighboring countries.

However, just when people thought that the Brandos would be full of momentum and hit the capital of the Rhine with a bang, the family suddenly confessed, and not only asked Archduke Lane for peace talks, but also gave up half of the territory that had been fought hard in exchange for a moment of respite.

This is puzzling to those in power in various countries.

In any case, the return of peace was a good thing for the people, and the Brando's concessions were believed to be inspired by the good gods, which made them much better in terms of reputation among the common people.

There is nothing new under the sun, and the talk of the alliance of the Northlands is over, so let's take a look at the external news brought by the adventurers.

In the distant green capital, where the Northland countries had failed their expeditions, war also broke out, and it is said that the war was more tragic than the Rhine Civil War, and the main battle regiment under the Mother of Poison was slaughtered to the point that the ogre clan was wiped out and wiped out in the wilderness.

This battle, known to the Northlanders as the "Battle of the Twin Dragons", is remembered in some historical materials about dragons.

The eventual winner of the war was a black dragon, a well-known prophet in the Northlands, who, according to the adventurers' false accounts, had four wings, eyes on its back, and was able to use five breaths of ice, fire, thunder, and acid.

But in fact, so far, there is no portrait of that dragon leaked, but I can imagine that in order to defeat the Mother of Poison, its strength must be stronger than that of the old green dragon, maybe it is an extremely old black dragon or even an ancient dragon.

Speculation and talk about the dragon as a symbol of wealth and power have been discussed, and it has been given a more exaggerated name than the Mother of Poison, the "King of Dragons", which is translated as "Emperor" in Dragon and Elven languages.

Of course, if the other party is a kind and neutral metal dragon or gem dragon, it is impossible to get such a swaggering title, but for the greedy and cruel five-colored dragons, people do not hesitate to give them the most exaggerated and shocking names, hoping that these stupid five-colored dragons will kill each other and fight to the death for a name.