Chapter 1258: Dragon General (9)

The half-dragon grumbled, and Oron didn't even have the strength to reply, so he just lay there.

The half-dragon didn't care about him, returned to the cave, put on the animal skin, and fell asleep.

It was a long time before Oron slowly woke up, and with great difficulty he crawled to the pot, and with great effort, he half-sat up and struggled to pick up the pot.

The remnant soup has not yet cooled down, and it is a little more than the previous two times, I don't know if the half-dragon is full or afraid that Oren will starve to death, so he is merciful and has left some more.

After drinking the remnant soup, Oren let go of his hand, and the soup pot gurgled and rolled aside, and he exhaled a long breath of his own, and lay down on the ground again, closing his eyes, as if he had eaten this bit of food, and then he had the strength to fall asleep.

After a few more moments, Oron suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood up, his movements steady, as if he had not suffered the slightest injury, nor did he have the slightest tiredness.

Then, he stepped aside, picked up the claw knife that had been used to cut flesh, and walked towards the cave.

His steps were light, but still a little vain.

Obviously, he wasn't as weak as he appeared, but he didn't regain strength either.

He quietly approached the place where he had been lying, and walked towards the half-dragon dressed in the same animal skin.

The half-dragon slept soundly and was still snoring slightly.

A trace of resentment flashed in Oren's eyes, but there was no anger, and the beast claw knife stabbed towards the heart of the half-dragon!

He seems to know the anatomy of the half-dragon very well, and does not choose other places, such as the throat and crotch.

The hook-shaped claw was about to pierce into the soft flesh of the half-dragon's chest, but suddenly, it stopped!

The half-dragon has grabbed his wrist!

The half-dragon opened his eyes, his slender pupils looked at Oren, his mouth cracked to reveal Sensen's white teeth, and he sneered and said, "You want to kill me?" Hmph, I woke up when you just walked into the cave, this is what it feels like to be powerful! You used to have such power, but you don't know how to cherish it, now, leave it to me! ”

With that, he shook it hard, and Oren fell to the ground screaming, clutching his wrists and moaning.

Apparently, the flick sprained his wrist.

Seeing this, Banlong stood up, but had a new inspiration: "By the way, break your hands and feet, and you won't run......"

With that, he walked over.

"Nope! Don't fight, don't fight! Oron finally begged for mercy, "I won't attack you again!" Please! ”

He finally let go of the arrogance of the dragon clan and couldn't help shaking his head: "Don't torture me anymore, you can kill me!" ”

"I said, it's hard to absorb if you're going to die!" Banlong said, "Since you're afraid, then stay obediently and don't want to run!" ”

"I, I can use my blood to make a potion, you, you will absorb it quickly after drinking, don't be so troublesome......" Oren covered his hands and kept begging, "Don't tie me anymore, I'll listen to you......"

"That's pretty much ......," Banlong smiled very helpfully, "go out and wait for the foreigners, don't make me sleep, and don't think about running." ”

"I, my hands are broken, how can I get out?" With a sad face, Oron stood up cautiously, and limped out, as if his legs were no longer limp.

Banlong actually slept with peace of mind.

Oron walked outside, also leaning against the rock wall next to the cave entrance, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the half-dragon had returned from hunting, and a bird was boiling in the pot.

This time, the half-dragon ate the bird that couldn't see its original breed with meat and bones, and only left some soup for Oren, and when he woke up, he asked directly: "How to do the medicine you said?" ”

Oron hurriedly said, "Just need, some herbs ......"

"Which ones?" Banlong said, "Tell me, I'll go find it." ”

Oron said, "Well, herbs are hard to find...... It's not as good as ......."

"You want to get out? Don't! The half-dragon glared at him, "Tell me what the herb looks like, and I'll pick it!" ”

Oron could only name the characteristics of those herbs.

Half Dragon went out to collect the medicine, and Oron drank up the rest of the broth, obviously still not quenching his hunger, and set his eyes on the offal leftovers that had been processed......

There was a greedy glint in his eyes, and he was entangled for a moment, and he didn't seem to care so much, so he directly stretched out his hand......

There is no water source in the valley, and the half-dragon soup is brought back from the outside, and Oren has no place to clean these internal organs that he usually doesn't look at at or eat, so he simply closes his eyes and opens his mouth to gnaw on ......

The internal organs are not very clean, especially in areas like the intestines...... Although Oren is a green dragon and has a strong resistance to poison, now that he has lost his strength, he doesn't know if he can resist these toxin-laden things......

"Gross!"

After chewing on a section of his intestines, Oren vomited.

He spat out the fragments of the internal organs he had eaten a few bites before, and had to throw away all the rest of his hands and lie down against the wall to rest.

He had already eaten a lot, and even though he spit it out a little, the amount left in his stomach was barely enough for him to digest and absorb a little energy.

Before he could regain his strength, the half-dragon watched a large bundle of plants return.

Banlong looked at the intestines thrown aside, knew what Oren had eaten, and sneered: "Hehe, are the offal delicious?" ”

Oren shook his head slightly: "I, I'm too hungry......"

"Get up and see if that's it!" Banlong said, "Well done, I will reward you with a bite of meat!" ”

Oron reluctantly got up, picking among the sleepy plants.

These plants range from broken branches from large trees, to wild flowers and grasses that have been pulled out of the whole plant, and there are only half of the roots left.

Oron took out a few of the small flowers that seemed to grow the same and put them into the soup pot, picked a stack of leaves, folded a few stems, opened a few fruits, took out a few seeds, carefully tied them together and put them into the pot, then picked out a handful of roots, peeled off the skin of the surface, folded the delicate root core into a section and threw it in, pounded for a while, filled the bottom quarter of the soup pot, and then said: "This, fill it with water, boil until only half of the juice remains, and then add my blood after it is cold, and it will evolve very gently if you drink it, No pain......"

Half-Dragon obviously wouldn't believe him so easily, and asked, "What kind of potion is this?" ”

"It's a nourishment to help the baby dragons grow," Oren carefully explained, "Some baby dragons are too talented and evolve too slowly, but we pure-blood dragons can't afford to lose a single newborn ......."

"I know what the old world you are going to fight against," said the half-dragon, "and you were driven out of there, and I know from you the way you are now, that your ancestors were just as arrogant...... By the way, are you lying to me? ”

"If I lied to you, I'd starve to death here." Oron said helplessly.

"Yes too......" Banlong nodded, thought for a while, and said, "You drink first!" ”

Oren was stunned for a moment and said, "I drink my own blood, useless ......"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Banlong's tone was unmistakable, "I told you to drink these potions, not your blood!" ”

"Well......" Oren had to say.

Banlong took water, lit a fire, and boiled it.

After boiling for a long time, the water finally boiled to only half of it, and it became half a pot of light black liquid and slowly cooled, and Oren's stomach "gurgled" again.

"If this is okay, I'll feed you." The half-dragon was merciful again.

With a wry smile, Oron picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful of the juice, and drank it.

The juice obviously didn't fill his stomach, and Oren's stomach rang even louder.

"Drink again!" Half Dragon still didn't believe it.

Oron took two more sips and said, "Drink more, and your medicine will not be enough......

"Less nonsense, if you're okay, I'll boil another pot!" Banlong said.

Oron had to take several sips in a row, and his stomach bulged slightly.

He made a "look at the half-dragon" gesture to the half-dragon.

The half-dragon still didn't believe it, and waited for a long time, but Oron was really hungry, and said, "I, can I eat some fruit?" ”

The half-dragon didn't speak, snorted, and agreed.

The fruits that could not be used for medicine were broken and thrown aside, and Oron quickly picked them up and swallowed them, regardless of whether they were stained with dust or not.

The fruit relieved his hunger a little, and his stomach stopped growling.

After a long time, the medicinal juice had been completely cooled, and Banlong finally believed it, and was ready to bleed Oren.

"Don't, I'll do it myself." Oron hurriedly said again.

His wrist hadn't recovered yet, and if Bai Banlong pinched it roughly, he would have to suffer again, so he would simply do it himself.

The half-dragon agreed again.

Oron picked up the claw knife and carefully slit open the previous wound, releasing drops of blood.

"Hurry up!" The half-dragon was a little unaccustomed to the speed of blood flow, "This time I want to absorb more!" ”

Oren gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, yes, yes......" obviously hurt a lot.

After a while, the surface of the liquid was covered with a thin layer of blood.

Then, he also stirred the medicinal juice, and the water that had been somewhat blackened suddenly became blood-red and bright, as if half a pot was filled with fresh blood.

"All right," he said...... "no more will be absorbed." ”

Banlong looked at it, dipped his finger a little and put it in his mouth, confirmed it again, and then picked up the soup pot and drank it in a big gulp.

Oron watched him finish his drink, and suddenly a gleam in his eyes......

Banlong put down the soup pot, felt it, it seemed that his body had not changed, and he was about to leave the valley to digest the energy, so he said, "You are waiting here......"

Before he could finish speaking, a streak of blood spilled from his uniquely shaped nostrils.

Then, like Oron who had lost his strength, he collapsed.

Oren had a smug smile on his face.