The young dragon was bored in the mud on the shore, and the thorns behind it swayed slightly with the current. The sun warmed the river on the bank, and the plants on the bank were as wilted as if they had entered a steaming drawer.

Lin Ze, who was hungry, became more and more irritable. Why didn't I think of reasonable predation in the first place? Well, the rampaging wild boar stared at the piglets, and the rest of the creatures who could eat were either eaten by themselves or scared away by themselves and migrated to other places, except for the wild deer and bison who were lucky, here are either violent creatures that they can't eat or all kinds of leaves, weeds, silt, and rocks that taste bad.

"Forget it, let's find a way to touch a wild boar tonight, as for the daytime ......" Lin Ze touched his gurgling belly, "Go downstream and think of a way, see if there is any surplus grain in the landlord's house downstream." ”

As soon as he said and did it, Lin Ze shook the mud on his body, and flicked his tail to push the water to flow downward.

Downstream of the river is a typical medieval village. Poverty, heavy labor, beans and food, these are the first impressions of the village to Lin Ze, and of course only the first impressions given to him by commoners and serfs.

That landlord, oh no, it's the fiefdom knight, but that's not the case. The sturdy middle-aged man in his thirties, who ate much better than one of his black dragon neighbors.

There is wine and meat, and from time to time you can go to the mountains to fight a field battle, phew! From time to time, you can go to the mountains to hunt a pheasant or something.

......

"Take a break, hand over the farming tools and eat!" the farmer carefully identified the corona made by the little priest Stephen, and pulled the rope of the wooden bell vigorously to signal that the group of mud-legged people in the field could rest and eat, "Listen! This is Lord Stephen's land, you mud-legged sluts should be grateful to Master Stephen for not letting you go to the poisonous swamp to do hard labor, if you dare not work hard! Stealing and playing tricks! I'll let you try the whip in my hand!"

"Don't worry, sir, Mr. Steward, we are all grateful to Master Stephen, and we will definitely do a good job, mmmmm......" A thin serf squatting on the ground chewed a handful of beans in his mouth, "and the generous Lord Stephen actually added an extra bowl of beans to us every day, we will definitely do a good job!"

"Yes, don't worry, the farmer, we will do a good job. ”

A group of serfs in the back were gobbling up their own beans, and at the same time slapping the peasant officer and the little priest of the church on the back of the sycophants, although it was unlikely, but what if, what if the new farmer gave himself an extra bite of beans?

Serfs and commoners serving the knight lords began their simple lunches under the trees, while the peasant officers and a few guards carried whips and sticks.

"Brush pull~"

The grass on the opposite side suddenly moved, and the triangular-eyed farmer seemed to see a black shadow disappearing from it in a trance. "Hall, was that a rabbit just now? Why don't I look like it?"

"Rabbit?" the guard called Hale swallowed his saliva and got up and pulled the bushes twice with his short stick, "it seems to have run away, if only there was a rabbit, the rabbit that came to my house last winter was the best I have ever eaten except for the knight's bounty." ”

Hall tugged at the grass and remembered the rabbit he had run to his house last year - yes! it was the rabbit he had run to the house by himself, or else the rabbit in the forest would have been the lord's belonging...... Hey, but if the lord lord's rabbit ran out of the woods, it wouldn't be the lord lord's rabbit?

"Ahem!"

"No, I can't find it, I'll come back and look at these lazy bones!" Hale replied loudly with his head down at the sound of coughing, but his hand didn't stop moving.

"Ahem, can you stay away from my tail? ”

"Oh...... —" Hall subconsciously put down the thick half-cut black strip in his hand.

The monstrous horns twisted forward, the dense short thorns on the forehead, the face of the lord's oxcart as big as the grunt, and the mucous liquid that corroded the ground into a pit with its full mouth of fangs. Hall suddenly remembered one thing that his mother used to scare him, that there was a dragon in the mountains behind the village that liked to eat people!

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

Hall fell to the ground, the short stick in his hand trembling like the lazy serfs under his hand, and the "ho-ho-ho" gasp kept coming out of his throat, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

How could there be a dragon in this place!Hale stared at Lin Ze's drooling mouth, and remembered the story of his mother, who had long since returned to the Lord: they would spit fire, they would destroy the castles and cities of the big ones, and they would eat humans—especially disobedient children......!

Hale trembled even more, and a foul-smelling liquid was slowly flowing from beneath him.

"Snort-" snorted disdainfully, Lin Ze stepped over this faint and incontinent little guy with light steps, just a weak chicken that even the young dragon dragon couldn't bear, and he had no plans to eat people at present. His target was the sturdy ploughing cattle grazing in the shade of distant trees.

Look at these ploughing cows, they are tall, thin-skinned, muscular, and their delicate muscles are smooth and tight, not only large in quantity, but also very good in taste. The big dragon estimated that maybe after eating this meal, he could carry out the first sleeping growth in the dragon's life.

"Hall, Hall, what's wrong with you? Huo—" The mush in the farmer's mouth spewed all over the ground, O Almighty Master, how could there be such a thing here!

Lin Ze didn't bother to pay attention to the guys who were collectively sifting chaff next to him, his eyes were completely attracted by the sturdy ploughing cattle under the shade of the trees opposite. What a fat ploughing cow, it must have tasted wonderful.

The ploughing ox also felt the faint dragon power, and spun in place in a panic, but was trapped by the rope around his neck and could not escape, so he could only tremble and struggle with the deadly rope noose.

"Be good, suck. Sucking back the uncontrollable saliva, the young dragon grunted and bit the neck of a ploughing cow. The sharp dragon teeth cut off the spine and perfectly strangled the trachea of the ploughing ox. It seemed to be annoyed by the struggling front hooves of the ploughing ox, and everyone only heard a crisp sound, the unlucky ploughing ox had completely lost its life in the head, and the red and white turbidity like tofu brains were all over the ground.

"Dragon, help, Mom!"

The crowd was frightened by the dragon's terrifying appetite, and the collective chaff sifting creatures instantly fell into a deeper level of fear, and the despair of not fainting gave their bodies new strength, and the serfs in the fields took the lead in galloping—they even ran faster than the triangular-eyed farmer.

However, some people fled for their lives, and naturally there were also people who were completely driven mad by fear. The other guard didn't know which nerve was broken by Lin Ze, so he actually pounced with the short stick in his hand.

The one-foot-long, egg-thick stick struck on the body of the young dragon but did not even have the effect of massaging Lin Ze, and the guard named Shulvo beat the young dragon's back frantically, until the short stick in his hand snapped into two, and then showed a look like waking up from a dream.

"Phew! Do you want to run away after going crazy? I really think that I can beat someone's back casually if I am a man!" A tail whipped Shulvo, and the young dragon swallowed like a bottomless pit gnawed a sturdy ploughing cow bigger than himself into slag, and even the thick cow bones were chewed up and swallowed by Lin Ze. Shaking the blood stains on his head, the black dragon set his eyes on another ploughing cow.

How good, after eating these cows, the energy needed to fall asleep for the first time should be about the same.

......

"Hiccup~" The swaying young dragon couldn't help but burp. Lin Ze, who was full of food and even a little bit of food, didn't care about the water flow in his mouth, and it was also a good choice to drink some water pressure to pressure greasy when he was full. The strong drowsiness hit the young dragon's mind wave after wave, but he didn't plan to go back to sleep like this. Just after beating the landlord and eating up all the living creatures around the big rock wall, if the knight lord ran to his boss and cried, and then brought a group of paladins who were still looking for him around the swamp, it would overturn! Those guys are not easy to mess with, and they will slay the dragon for you in minutes!

For his own life, he wanted Lin Ze to go all the way down the river. By the time he was too sleepy to dig a pit in place, he was out of the confines of the swampy waters.

Continuing to dig a U-shaped cavern like in the great rock wall, leaving a vent to block the entrance to the bottom of the river, the young dragon fell headlong into a deep sleep in a layer of shallow water.

......

"Lord Eugene, this is it. The knight lord Waller bowed his head in front of the Whitebeard Priest, the priest of the god of war, Kariggos, who was not to be trifled with, and on the way to the scene, Waller saw a powerful and violent wolf doused under the mace of Eugene's mace and die to slag.

"It's grown to this ......size in just three months," Eugene watched the chaotic dragon footprints on the ground, his anger swelling in his heart, and he wanted to go back and smash the derelict paladins right now. With such a growth rate, the potential of this young dragon can be seen how remarkable! I think that Karegos, the god of war that he believes in, will not dislike his people to have a black dragon that can guard the secret room and enslave.

"Miles!" Eugene shouted the name of the chief knight, and the stout knight in armor stepped forward half a step forward and looked at the white-bearded priest in front of him respectfully, "My lord needs this little guy!"

After a brief command, Miles turned his horse's head and led a group of followers of the god of war, Karegos, in the direction of the dragon's departure.

The followers of Karigos galloped down the river, and the uninterrupted divine blessings of several priests caused the warhorses under their seats to burst out with excellent long-range running ability, but it was also a pity to miss Lin Ze's lair in the lower reaches of the river.