"Psionic Storm, I looked it up, and I remember seeing it somewhere. Carlos flipped through the books in his study, but found nothing, there was no description of psionic or psionic storms in these books, so why did he have a sense of déjà vu as if he had seen it somewhere, Carlos was puzzled, and finally, after he pondered, he finally learned where he had heard the term.

"God meow StarCraft 2, I'll it, feelings are something that has appeared in the game. However, Carlos knows that the memories directly about the earth are all illusions made up by the Scarlet Plague, which is false, maybe the Scarlet Plague itself has reached the planet called the earth, or maybe the planet no longer exists, but for Carlos, the existence of the earth is both illusory and real, maybe there is no place called the earth in this world, but the emotions conveyed in the memory are not false, so for Carlos, the earth can be regarded as the home of his soul.

Carlos didn't delve into whether the psionic storm in a game in his memory was the one he encountered in that dream, he was afraid that the more he knew, the more scared he became, so he deliberately ignored this issue, the connection could be a coincidence or some kind of unknown but frightening truth, sometimes knowing more does not mean that this is a good thing.

"Gollum?(What's wrong?)" Borog poked his head in, and looked at Carlos with concern, for its behavior Carlos is also accustomed to it, no matter how it evolves and mutates, Borog can't change the nature of the dog after all, for it to be close to its own master is like instinct, so every time Carlos is reading in the study, it will lie on the grass outside the window, the only thing that makes Carlos a little unhappy is that this guy is easy to disturb his reading, but forget it, it's dark, and he should leave the study.

Throwing the meat and bones on the table to Borrog, Carlos left the study and closed the door, his recent life has been very easy and comfortable, but Carlos's heart always feels empty, in other words, this life lacks passion and adventure, which makes Carlos, who is tired of adventure, feel bored, maybe he can do a few conquest missions to relieve his mood?

Walking out of the room, Steele, who was lying on the vase placed next to the door, climbed on Carlos's back, and the reptilian scales and claws brought him a cold touch the moment they were on Carlos's back, Carlos couldn't help but shiver, and then dragged the restless little guy down and put it on his shoulder, and I don't know why this little guy likes to put it on his back so much, even if he falls asleep, he will realize his departure and arrival, and then immediately wake up and lie on himself, like a lizard or gecko, can it really see the appearance of a dragon when it grows up？

After all, compared to those wild dragons that soar in the sky and roar wantonly, the little guy on his back is more like a pet lizard raised by reptile lovers: peaceful, cute, clingy, like a wolf that has been raised with claws and fangs, not so much a bloodthirsty wolf as a dog that has been kept in captivity, not to mention that wolves can't be tamed, if there is no tamed wolf, then where is the dog.

He wasn't sure what the future of the dragons raised in such a greenhouse would do, but with the help of the dragons' bloodline memories, he believed that Steele wouldn't be too messy, after all, dragons were behemoths at the top of the food chain, and even hordes of dragons in a terrifying hellish environment were one of the symbols of danger.

Monsters that hunt dragons do exist in hell, but they are scarce in number and hunting dragons is full of risks, in order to eat a bite of dragon meat often need to pay the price of blood, and even being killed by the dragon is not a thing, and the lone demon dragon is just that, if it is really a group of dragons, even a demon god-level monster will temporarily avoid the edge, and it is the instinct of the creature to seek advantage and avoid harm, this truth exists even in the irrational monster with only instinct, plus the protection he gave, Carlos is not too worried that Steele will die at will in the future。

"Poof!" As a young dragon, Steele has not let out a roar belonging to a dragon since he was born but has been making a cry similar to that of a strange bird, which makes Carlos even more worried, after all, there is a contract here, and the abilities of both sides can complement and strengthen, so Steele will not be weak when he grows up, but if this cry is not corrected, it may take shape, and in the future, Steele may even call it this for the rest of his life, so how embarrassing it is to take him out in the future.

"Steele, listen to me, you are a noble purgatory fire dragon, your life should not only stay on eating, drinking and sleeping but should be focused on achieving lofty ambitions, to achieve grand goals, you need to start from small things, little by little accumulation is precious, you don't want to be ridiculed in the future, and then become a demon dragon shame, the first thing to do is to have a fierce and powerful roar, just imagine what the most powerful and ferocious roar in your memory is like. Carlos decided it was time to show off his identity as a master of dragon training.

"Goo?" Steele's first thought was of some annoying stinky dog, and he had to admit that it was the dog that was stronger now.

"No, it's the roar of the dragon, the kind that scares all beings, the kind that just one roar can frighten people to death. Carlos lifted his forehead, what the hell did Borrog hand it over.

"Whew-poof!" Steele opened his mouth and let out a crisp and loud roar, and then soon began to spit spit, which undoubtedly instantly lost the forced grid that had just risen, but Steele's saliva is not ordinary, after all, it is the head dragon, the so-called dragon breath is the product of the dragon clan spit out their saliva or saliva secretions, to put it mildly, it is spitting and hurting people, but the destructiveness is indeed very amazing, take Steele as an example, it spits out a poisonous fire with iron slag, although it may be difficult to light a fire now, but when you grow up, a breath may make ten miles of desolate。

"Okay, you can practice here and make a few more noises, oh yes, you'd better go to the grass in the courtyard and scream, it will be louder. Carlos suggested that he no longer want to mess around with the little guy after successfully fooling Steele into practice, and he now wants to go out for a walk.