It turns out that there is no harm without contrast.

When Caesar entered the gladiatorial arena, Luna raised her head, ignoring the crumbs of pancakes in her mouth, and subconsciously blurted out the sentence "It's so big".

I don't feel like I'm used to staying together in the nest normally, but when Caesar actually stands in front of the nearly two-meter warrior Gar, that obvious strong contrast will bring a huge impact that is dizzying.

Only Caesar himself knows that he is only ten years old, and even if he is placed in a very short life span, he is only a teenager, but this guy's body is already twelve meters.

What is the concept of 12 meters? You must know that his mother, the prime-aged black dragon Nesarria, was only sixteen meters long.

Well, calm down.

This guy is growing too fast, and it's obvious that he's grown up a little bit more recently.

This stems from the fourth bronze trophy he had previously obtained, and after Caesar had earned his first fortune in the summer grass trade with humans, a reward appeared in his dark dreams-

Profit-seeker: Dragon Gene Enhancer Type II.

This reward spurred Caesar's body to grow rapidly again in a short period of time, resulting in Caesar, who was still a child, almost as old as the young black dragon.

However, he was very different from ordinary black dragons.

Caesar's four horns had not changed, still hard and sharp, but the jaws had become as large as those of a blue dragon, and were also covered with a visible stratum corneum, with fangs protruding from the mouth.

His body is not as rugged and thin as a skeleton like an ordinary black dragon, but is full of knotted muscles, as strong as a red dragon, no, this guy must be stronger than the young red dragon.

On Caesar's tail, balls like green dragons and battering rams grow, and the surface is covered with fine spikes, which will paralyze the whole body if it is drawn.

What's even more infuriating is that this guy's claws are as sharp and long as the white dragon, as solid and powerful as those beasts crawling on the big glacier, and the lethality is also not to be underestimated.

Well, except for the topaz pupils and dark scales of the black dragon, this guy is almost insulated from the black dragon.

If this shape is discovered by the five-headed dragon queen Tiamat, it is estimated that Caesar will think that Caesar is a direct descendant of him who left behind in Eladia at some point, and he will do everything possible to take him with him.

It is worth mentioning that after receiving the "profit-seeker" reward, Caesar has gradually formed a ferocious momentum similar to "dragon power", which is different from the natural coercion of other races by the elemental bloodline of dragons, Caesar's momentum comes from the embodiment of genetic upgrading, which is the biological suppression of ordinary species by high-sequence organisms.

This thing, as he grows up, is probably even more effective than "Long Wei".

However, although Caesar already had the size of a young black dragon, he was still very nervous if he really faced a young dragon (except for the white dragon).

- After all, dragons of that age have really grown into a "dragon", and they can use a lot of spell abilities, and the danger factor is quite high.

The reverie is over for the time being, and the perspective is pulled back.

Dealing with orcs who don't use the power of the bloodline, Caesar is still easy to use, and he can overturn the menacing commander Gal at will, and beat him up.

The crushing of strength and Caesar's well-intentioned provocation provoked the other orcs to be completely "angry", and they had to move to join the battlefield, wrestling with this big guy with many enemies, and even the little orcs were not afraid, babbling and running up to hug the tail of the black dragon, screaming and blushing.

The so-called duel was completely reduced to a joke. Mudara, too, ended in laughter.

……

"The dry season is coming."

The northern kingdoms of the Rhine, the aristocratic district of the Kaki Domain, and the palace of the Count of Brando.

Roy looked at the rising sun in the east, muttered to himself, and then came back to his senses, walked into the mansion, and personally knocked on the door of the study with red wood: "Father." ”

"Come in."

When he entered, he stood in silence, for the master of the study, Count Brando, was listening attentively to the report from the butler: "...... So far, the iron ore business in charge of Young Master Naina has received 37,000 gold, and the wine and fur business in charge of Young Master Roy has received 20,000 gold ......"

Roy lowered his eyebrows, as if he didn't care what the butler said, he had been with Count Brando, and knew that his father hated interruptions when he was talking.

Count Brando blew the hot air on the black tea, took a sip and put it down, as if casually: "Roy, I know, you have used a lot of family resources, and the business at the corner of your mouth is very big, even Duke Ryan has heard your name." However, your income seems to be a little low. ”

"In fact, last year, through my hands, the income from the liquor business alone was as high as 100,000 gold, my father."

The butler stepped back, and Roy stepped forward, he bowed slightly, and said softly, "But you know, I signed an agreement with the wild orcs, and sixty thousand gold belonged to them, and I was sent to the Stone Crow Clan. And more than 20,000, you know, those ...... under my command."

Count Brando gave a "hmm" in response: "I don't know how much power you have gathered outside, and I won't ask in detail." But since you can't figure out the ingredients for that kind of pulp, is it difficult to get a bunch of orcs? ”

"Actually, I was a little hesitant."

Roy shook his head, and continued: "An Ryan's death is very strange, although there is no evidence that it was committed by the orcs of the Stone Crow Clan, but I still think they are not simple, and an incident that happened at that time was too much of a coincidence. ”

"What are you worried about?" The Count motioned for the butler to leave.

Roy pursed his lips and said his guess: "I suspect that someone is behind the support of the Crow Clan, and there is a behind-the-scenes hand who arranged all of this and cleared the way for them. ”

"Now that I think about it, the Stone Crow Clan couldn't hold it anymore a long time ago, selling their furs at unimaginably low prices. If they had this miraculous pulp, they would have offered to negotiate a deal with me at that time. ”

"Besides, I'm guessing that Ryan's departure from the team was also arranged, and if he happened to be present when he was cursed by the Firelord, we wouldn't have needed the orc's fruit wine at all—he was deliberately diverted."

"Then we found a burned jungle a few miles away, and there was a battle in that place on the surface, and I have reason to suspect that Anrien was killed there and his body was destroyed."

Roy slowly straightened up and looked into his father's eyes, "That's why I haven't done anything to the Stone Crow Clan. ”

"In addition to their archmage leader, I suspect that there is another person or creature in the Stone Crow Clan, all of which was arranged by that creature, it is cunning and cruel, and it was killed directly because Anrion stood in its way."

Count Brando listened quietly to Roy's words, until he stopped, then put the tobacco in his pipe and lit it, and asked, "How sure are you that these speculations are based on your intuition?" ”

"Not sure."

Roy shook his head and said bluntly, "So far, there is no direct evidence of the existence of the creature I imagined. ”

Count Brando smiled: "In that case, then give up taming this group of orcs, go get the recipe for that thing, and then integrate your power in the wilderness, which may come in handy in a few days." ”

"But ......"

"Nothing."

The old earl waved his hand and brushed away the smoke that did not exist in front of him: "We have added a new trump card to our hand, and I want to see how powerful this card is." ”

"Yes."

Roy raised his eyebrows and bowed back: "I'll send someone to contact the green capital." ”

In a few words, Count Brando had already decided the fate of the Crow Clan, and when the predators at the top of nature were ready to hunt their prey, they would never spare any strength and never leave a chance for the other party, whether they were facing rabbits, foxes, or tigers.