"Are you sure you want to give it a try?"

Green and Sam looked at each other and whispered again.

Albi nodded seriously, "I don't know what's going on, I liked this dragon very much when I saw it for the first time, and then after listening to the teacher's explanation, I also think this kind of dragon is very suitable for me, I hope that Teacher Green and Teacher Sam can let me tame this logging dragon." ”

Like choosing a pet, how to train a dragon is very particular about the edge of the eyes, which is a question that Green and Nieber once discussed.

Dragons live longer than humans, or about the same, so taming a dragon is like choosing a best friend to stay with for life.

And unlike humans, dragons tend to be simple and sincere in their hearts.

For this reason, Nebel once joked and said something that impressed Green: the more you come into contact with people, the more you will find that you will like dragons more and more.

Only the things you really like can last longer, and Green understands this as well.

Although the situation was a bit hasty this time, he accepted Albi's request.

After carefully explaining to Albi how to tame the timber-cutting dragon, Green patted him on the shoulder, and then encouraged the somewhat nervous teenager to walk out slowly.

Timberdragons, which live in forests, are extremely sensitive creatures.

Like the character of most honest people, how calm and gentle they are in normal times, how fierce and fierce they are when they erupt.

Therefore, in order to tame an introverted timber-cutting dragon, it is not advisable to deceive, seduc, offend, or use other forceful means.

Because of their anatomy, timberbers have a very strange fetish: they are particularly fond of scratching each other's backs that they can't scratch.

If you help a wandering Timberjack scratch the itch, there's a good chance that the Timberdragon will be your friend.

Provided, of course, that it's willing to let you close to it.

Albi secretly mustered up his courage and slowly appeared in the sight of the Timberfelling Dragon.

The timber-cutting dragon only glanced at this small, threatening creature and didn't pay attention.

It continued to polish its wings, which had recently been somewhat dulled.

Due to the color of its body, it lives independently on the outside very early.

As a result, its wings are used more frequently than other timberdragons.

Every night before going to bed, it chops down two piles of wood and places them beside him.

One campfire helps you fall asleep as quickly as possible, while the other helps your body to warm up when you wake up in the morning.

It hates the feeling of coldness very much, and has been since it was born.

Albi pretended not to see the Timberfelling Dragon and picked up firewood around.

Then he piled up the firewood not far from the Timberfelling Dragon, and began to pull out the flint in his pocket and rub it.

He is now playing the role of a traveler passing through the area.

After failing to light the fire several times, he sighed a little "frustratedly", threw the flint in his hand aside, and then looked at the raw fish inserted in the fire in a "lost" daze.

Seeing this familiar scene, the Timberdragon couldn't help but think of when he had just left the clan.

There are two skills that every timberjack must learn in their lifetime: how to quickly cut down a thick tree without injuring themselves, and how to easily light a warm campfire with its hooks.

It took a long time because of these two things.

Looking at the Timberfelling Dragon, which was silently gliding across from him, Albi pretended to be calm and smiled helplessly.

The Timberfelling Dragon gave Albi a deep look, then opened its mouth and spat out two drops of resin on the firewood, and then it stretched out its sharp hook and gently grinded the edge of the other pair of wings, and the "resin" stained with Mars immediately burned like oil fire.

Albi thanked the Timberfelling Dragon with great joy.

Then, when the grilled fish was cooked, he immediately gave one to the Timberfeller.

The Timberdragon accepted the kindness, and the calm boy in front of him, who didn't say a word, made it like it a little.

The night erased the last rays of the sun, and in the dark abyss of silence and no wind, only a burning bonfire gradually burned more and more.

Looking at the little firewood left beside him, Albi took the initiative to stand up, he glanced at the pile of firewood that had been placed in the distance, and then stepped over the body of the timberfelling dragon as if he didn't inadvertently.

The Timberfelling Dragon just turned its head to make sure Albi was simply passing by, and it relaxed its long body against the ground.

And Albie, who had already returned with firewood at this moment, passed by the Timberfelling Dragon again, but this time there was an accident.

Albie, who accidentally tripped over a stone, immediately dropped the firewood in his hand, and then stretched out his hands in a panic as he struggled to fall.

Then, the itch ...... He scratched it.

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Bolting the anchor rope of the boat to the stake, the old fisherman Cole carried his full basket to the envious eyes of the fishermen.

Just as he was about to leave with a smile on his face, he was grabbed by the arm by an old fellow, "Old Cole, you are so lucky today, haven't you met those damn horror dragons?"

"Why haven't you encountered them? Every time we go out to sea to fish, they always appear. Old Cole shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Didn't they make trouble for you, otherwise how could you have come home with a full load today?"

"Haha, that's because I've learned how to deal with them. Old Cole shook his beard and said.

Two days ago, when a bard came to the Isle of War and said that he wanted to tell the story of the dragon, old Cole thought it was still the old dragon slaying story from before. But he happened to be bored at that time, so he stayed, but he didn't expect to hear some special stories later.

The bard is all about dragons' habits and weaknesses, as well as what to do if they encounter different dragons in the wild.

When it came to the horror dragon, he wrote it down very carefully.

Then when he went out to sea to fish today, he encountered those hateful terror dragons again, and old Cole did not drive them away as usual, but fed them the first net of fish he caught.

Who knew that after feeding the little ones, they would no longer compete for the fish he caught next, as the bard had said, and would still stand in the bow of his boat and howl.

Although these sounds are not very good, at least there is something to relieve the boredom, and the old Cole, who has no trouble for a day and is in a good mood, will naturally return with a full load.

"Is that okay?" exclaimed one fisherman in disbelief.

"Haha, those terror dragons like to be competitive, and the more you drive them, the more they cause trouble for you. Old Cole smiled and explained.

The fishermen gathered more and more, and then everyone was talking about whether this was true or not, and if it worked, then they wouldn't have to bother with those annoying horror dragons anymore.

"Isn't that possible? They usually eat our fish, but they don't eat it and then they give up. ”

"How many of our fish can eat so small? When you didn't find out, they just tore our nets and knocked the baskets down... And then you didn't eat fish?"

"Yes, that's true! I think it might work. ”

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"Did you hear yesterday that Hunter Fern was caught up in the forest by a deadly tailed thorny dragon and came unharmed? I asked him how he did it, and he smiled mysteriously and didn't tell me, and I guess he must have heard the story of the bard. ”

"Lagerlöf came to our Isle of War by boat!" he said he would tell the story of the dragon tonight. ”

"Really, let's go back and hear what he has to say today. ”

"Together, together! I can't afford to miss this time. ”

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