Caesar paid special attention to the fatal wound on the dire leader's leader, and the penetrating wound caused by the sharp claws on the neck made its entire neck bloody and fleshy, and it looked as if it had been cut by a blade, almost completely severed.

The damage caused by such a terrifying wound was absolutely fatal, and it was no wonder that the dire wolf leader would die on the spot, even if a strong dragon suffered such an injury, it would be difficult for him to survive.

The feast began.

Although the herbivores had long been frightened by the brawl and fled, the wolves still left behind many corpses, and the young dragons, who were already fainting from hunger, naturally did not refuse to come, and ate in large gulps.

Compared to Caesar's coldness, Garon and Blackthea are much more "reserved", and they always use acid to corrode their food before swallowing raw meat.

In the sky, the black crush of the blood eagle vulture, which was more piercing than the crow, hovered over the lake, staring at the corpse of the dire wolf, his eyes full of greed.

"Roar—"

Blackthea held the half-eaten food and let out two menacing roars into the sky, even if she couldn't eat it at the moment, she had to protect the food, in this dry season when natural resources were scarce, every bit of meat was precious.

So she's working with Garon, dragging a dire corpse into a sink and burying it in a dirty mire. Black dragons eat scavengers, and these wolf corpses allow them to stop hunting for a long time.

"Well, Altorenzo, thanks to you this time."

Although Caesar had emphasized it, Garon couldn't change his mouth for a while, and the guy chewed the meat in his mouth, and the urn followed him, apologizing in a muffled voice.

"Hmm."

Caesar ate more than them, so he was still dealing with the dire wolf in front of him, and he answered vaguely.

Dragons have always had a strong sense of self-esteem, and even if they know they have made mistakes, they rarely admit them, and Garon's muffled apology seems to be absolutely sincere in the eyes of dragons, and I am afraid that they have deeply recognized their mistakes.

Caesar has an adult soul that does not match his appearance, naturally he does not have the low-level taste of sprinkling salt on wounds, he does not have an aggressive dragon, and he deals with things casually.

However, this scene made Blackthea unhappy, she loved to bully and tease Garon, but when she saw Garon sincerely obeying Caesar and apologizing in a muffled voice, she felt like something had been taken away, and she was jealous.

However, she was also aware of her previous mistakes, and it was difficult to have a reason to have an attack, so she could only vent her resentment in the mud in front of her, and tear the wolf corpses buried in it into pieces.

As the sky gets darker, the young dragons begin to set up their first territory, they have taken care of their bellies, and need to prepare for the rest of their survival, hunting, meditation, and sleep.

At least until now, Caesar hadn't found any signs of the Strange and Ferocious Species, so it looked like the place was safer than the edge of the jungle, and the dragons didn't have to worry too much after banishing the nearby carnivorous beasts.

With the help of two young dragons, Caesar spent some time carving out a groove at the bottom of the not-so-deep pool, and then leveled it out slightly to expand it into a small U-shaped underwater cavern.

As if that weren't enough, the Hatchlings were absolutely serious about their life-threatening nests, and to be on the safe side, they continued to work, diligently digging more than one exit at the base of the U-shaped nest so that they could escape quickly in case of danger.

The dark caverns are far from the swamp lair, but the black dragons are not picky, they just need a place to hide, and it is good to have a penchant for silt and mud.

……

Caesar came to that strange space in his sleep, and the display case that towered into the darkness still stood silently, as monotonous and dull as ever, cold and dead.

He waited a long time in anticipation, but he didn't see any new trophies.

"What's going on?"

Caesar hesitated, in his speculation, if his life was compared to a game, then the trophy should be equivalent to the upgrade reward in the game, and there was no reason to experience the experience gained from such a big battle, which was not enough for him to complete a second promotion.

Unless he is inferred wrong.

Caesar, who had been waiting for a long time, simply sat down in front of the display case, staring at the deep darkness in the distance, and meditated.

Fighting can't make him stronger, and if the rewards don't come from a simple monster fighting and upgrading routine, then what other ways can you get the benefits?

The Black Dream was the root of what he was standing on now, and of course he wanted to figure out the rules.

Predator, First Time, Anything Possible, Trophies......

Caesar's mind recurred the image of the bronze cup he had obtained, and he carefully combed through every detail of it, refusing to let go of any mistakes.

Trophies, trophies, trophies......

Time goes on.

"Got it."

Caesar suddenly realized, he shook his head, wagged his tail and stood up again, if his experience in the other world was compared to a game, what other way could he get rewards besides leveling up his practice?

Combined with the unique manifestations of rewards, Caesar had only one possibility in mind: achievements.

Killing a Tiger is rewarded not because he has gained experience and upgraded, but because he has completed the "Predator" achievement.

"Anything is possible, I see."

Caesar finally understood the meaning of the small print engraved on the bronze base, and he needed to keep trying to accomplish new things in exchange for as many rewards as possible.

It seems that the road arranged by Black Dream will not be too easy.

……

Generally, half of the ten young dragons without parental protection may be able to grow up to a young age with the ability to protect themselves.

After the siege, the little dragons became more and more aware of their weakness, so in the following time, except for Caesar, a foodie who often ambushed the drinking animal, the other two stayed in the nest and slept as much as possible, and kept alive by eating scavengers.