Chapter 1257: Dragon General (8)

After struggling for a long time, there were several wounds on his body, which made Oren even more frightened - these things that he would not look at on a daily basis have become extremely powerful existences, even a rope made of animal skin bands can strangle his skin red, rough bark, and can also rub his skin through his clothes to a hot and stinging pain, what a wonderful and terrifying experience for a dragon?

The struggle didn't last long, fatigue and pain got the better of us again, and Oron gave up.

He honestly leaned against the tree, groggy and wanted to sleep, but he could not really sleep, he was dazed, and he was half-asleep until dark.

It is worth mentioning that the sky of the dragon realm, I have been observing for a long time, the moon and the stars do not interfere with each other, they can be seen, the moon is much larger than the main plane, I am not sure if it is the same celestial body, of course, it doesn't matter if it is another celestial body.

The half-dragon did not return, and Oren woke up from a light rain.

The weather in the rainforest is like this, with hot and humid days and a lot of rain in the middle of the night, and there is never a shortage of moisture in the air.

Oren woke up, seemed to be even hungrier, opened his mouth to drink some rainwater, it is estimated that with the strong digestion of the dragon clan, there should be no need to be afraid of bacteria and viruses in the rain, but at this moment, he has lost all his abilities, and he is really uncertain.

Stimulated by the rain, and drank some rainwater, he couldn't even reach out and wipe his face, Oren couldn't sleep, and his eyes were a little dull.

He seemed to be recalling the whole day's experience, or, his mind cleared up, thinking about how to get out of it.

The half-asleep rest allowed him to regain some energy, but the injuries on his body and the hunger in his belly barely eased.

The night passed quietly, there were no insects or birds around, and the creatures that were frightened by the dragon power had not yet returned, although there would have been some boldness, but there must have been not many living creatures in this strange valley - except for the lush plants.

Oron continued to stare blankly at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Or, in his life, was there a similar moment when he stared at the sky for a long, long time.

I saw it all the time, and the sky was slightly bright.

As dawn approached, Oron suddenly came to his senses to find the half-dragon processing the flesh and skin of a beast.

"What's the daze? I thought you were stupid," the half-dragon skillfully cut through the flesh of some unknown beast, "It's all your fault and your kind, I made such a big move yesterday, and the beasts in the vicinity ran away, and I searched for a long time to find it." ”

The bonfire was lit again, and the flesh of half a beast was soaked in the clean spring water in the pot, slowly heating up.

"Have you tried? Can't run away, right? The half-dragon came to check on Oren, saw the traces of his struggle, and laughed, "Look at your weak appearance, it's ridiculous!" ”

A flash of anger flashed across Oren's calm face, but before it could be fully revealed, it disappeared beneath the delicate human skin......

Soon after, the soup pot was steaming hot, and a trace of white foam floated on the soup noodles, gathering on the edge of the pot.

In the production process of Chinese cuisine, these foams are things that affect the taste, in essence, the blood in the meat is formed after deterioration in boiling water, and it will accumulate more and more, and it must be brushed aside with a spoon in time, so as not to affect the taste of the soup, but in Banlong's view, this is also a part of the food, which can not be wasted, at most, add coarse seasoning powder and stir it slightly.

The powder was like salt crystals, but not very pure.

Apart from salt crystals, there are no other spices.

If Banlong understood the seasoning effect of some plants in the valley and added something to it, the soup would taste more beautiful, but obviously, what he ate was far inferior to Oren, and he would not understand the essence of the seasoning of Chinese cuisine or the main plane cuisine.

However, at this moment, Oren, even after enjoying a lot of food, still expressed his approval of the smell of food cooked with this crude skill.

"Gollum ......"

His belly, very honestly, showed that the pot of soup was good.

"Want to eat?" Banlong sneered, "You have your share, but you should also repay me for what you eat!" ”

Oren was stunned for a moment, and the half-dragon said, "Eat the meat, give me your blood!" ”

Oron was furious again, but he still held back with great grievance.

It didn't take long for the broth to be ready.

Half Dragon waited for the broth to cool a little, ate more than half of it, and then left the little bit for Oren.

He didn't bother to untie Oren, he directly brought the soup pot to Oren's mouth, and said, "Look, how good I am to you, and I even feed you myself!" As he spoke, he raised the bottom of the pot arrogantly.

Oren's mouth was pressed against the edge of the pot, and he drank the broth in a panic, almost choking.

Fortunately, the broth was not very much, so I couldn't choke him, and there was a little more meat in it than during the day, but I still couldn't eat enough.

Before Oron could finish eating, Banlong removed the soup pot.

Oren licked the minced meat at the corner of his mouth, not having eaten at all.

The half-dragon didn't care about this, picked up the knife that cut the meat, and said with a cruel smile: "It's time for me to get back the price of eating meat!" Then he grabbed Oren's bound hand and made a small cut in his arm.

A few drops of blood seeped out, and the half-dragon leaned over and sucked it up.

Oren's face was pained, and he couldn't help but snort out of his mouth.

Banlong stopped after a few sips, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, I won't drink too much, otherwise I won't be able to stand the explosion." ”

As he spoke, he pulled off a few leaves and rubbed them casually around the wound.

The wound was not large, and the bleeding barely stopped, and the half-dragon pulled a thin vine and tied the leaves to his hand, which was considered to have completed the simplest and most crude bandage.

Then, the half-dragon walked out again.

Moments later, a wurm's painful and suppressed roar could be heard from outside the valley.

Obviously, in this valley, the half-dragon can't evolve even if it drinks the dragon's blood, and the energy in the dragon's blood will only play a role if it goes outside.

Hearing this voice, Oron first showed a hint of schadenfreude, and then, the bottom of the cry sank, faintly revealing a sense of power, he knew that the half-dragon might have begun to absorb, and his face fell again.

The previous insect-shaped demonic beasts may be similar to the half-dragon in terms of strength, but they have no dragon bloodline at all, and they will explode and die after absorbing a little dragon blood, while the half-dragon itself has a small part of the dragon bloodline, so it can naturally easily absorb and evolve.

After a while, the half-dragon with an excited face returned.

The dragon characteristics on his body are more obvious, the scales, tail, and horns are harder, the hands and feet are also much thicker with the naked eye, and the teeth are even more cold and sharp.

"It really works!" He stood excitedly in front of Oren, "It's just me, completely unaffected by this valley!" Well, when I have completely absorbed your power, maybe I can go hunt other dragons, such as the one you fought yesterday...... Haha, the feeling of having power is really comfortable! When I fully digest and absorb this energy, I can compare to the wurm warriors, right? Then, I will surpass the real dragon and become like you...... Well, if I eat a few more, I can become a dragon king or a dragon emperor, hehehe, heheha! ”

The half-dragon smirked, and his desires and ambitions swelled.

"You, you still had a little brain ...... yesterday," Oron said weakly, "you knew yesterday that you were hiding after eating, and now you have just absorbed a little bit of my energy, and you are delusional...... Become the Dragon Emperor...... Hehe...... Sure enough, it's a lowly bastard, and he forgets who he is when he has a little strength......"

"Smack!" "Poof......

The half-dragon slapped over, and Oren directly bleed from the corner of his mouth and fainted.

"What a waste...... "The half-dragon grabbed a leaf to wipe the blood away, "Damn the dragon, you don't know how to bow your head and admit your mistake like this!" ”

Oron couldn't hear him anymore, and he cursed to himself before going about his business.

He went out again, caught a deer with a clump of small trees on its head, disposed of it, mixed it with the half of the beast that had been eaten before, and cooked it in three meals—he needed to eat a lot of food just after his evolution was completed.

After eating all the meat and drinking the soup, it was noon.

Oron didn't wake up, and the half-dragon tested his breathing, making sure that he was still dazed, and muttered, "Don't die, or you'll have to hurry up and eat it...... It's troublesome, more food is needed for the later evolution......" he said, and left the valley again.

Oron woke up, and this time, he looked at the sky beyond the valley, a flash of despair in his eyes.

If yesterday he was like a tired human farmer, now he is a seriously ill prisoner.

He didn't get any rest all night, and the coma after being stunned had tortured his body to the point of running out of oil.

"It turns out that I am so ......weak," he said to himself.

It was a whole day before the half-dragon returned with a bison with four horns.

He saw that Oron was in a half-awake, half-dead state, and he didn't care about anything else, and continued to cook for himself.

The soup pot was evident that he could no longer satisfy him, and he roasted the meat while boiling the broth, and it took two passes to finish the bison, and even some of the bones that were not particularly hard were eaten, except for a cow-headed skeleton, blackened by the fire.

Half Dragon dug up some dry sand and gravel from the side of the cliff and polished the cow's head, revealing a snow-white skeleton and hanging it on the middle wall of the cave.

Then, the half-dragon came to Ao Lu with the remnant soup.

Unfortunately, Oron was so weak that he couldn't even open his mouth.

The half-dragon pinched his mouth in dissatisfaction and poured a mouthful, and Oron almost choked again, and the half-dragon impatiently put the soup pot down and untied the animal skin band.

Oron sat down on the ground.

"Eat it yourself, if you don't even have this bit of strength, then you will simply starve to death." The half-dragon said coldly, "It's a big deal that I brought the dragon who fought with you over, hum, after drinking your blood, I even grew in wisdom, but unfortunately, your wisdom doesn't seem to be so high, why should you rule a city?" ”