The last memory in his mind, he was still in the air 30,000 feet above the ground, Thomas maneuvered.

If he was a bystander, he would have been amazed, but when he experienced it himself, he only felt that his internal organs were about to come out.

The male and female passengers in the cabin also screamed in unison at the same time, but they looked so pale and powerless in the violent roaring storm that swept under the leaky hatch.

He was also calling at the time, but he couldn't remember exactly what it was, he just knew.

At the end of the memory, he felt the force of the rapid fall, and his body seemed to burn and scorch.

And then it came to an abrupt end.

......

There was a staggering movement.

When I opened my eyes again, it was mostly dark in my field of vision, except for a small ray of light leaking through the gap at the edges.

It wasn't until he carefully hooked the rubble-like debris around his eyes with his newborn's claws, which were still a little curled up with slime, that his sight was restored.

But he looked at the world as if he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and everything he saw was black and white, or mixed with black and other colors.

The black-green moss, the gray-white rock wall without a trace of color, are smooth and smooth as if they were artificially carved.

Under the corrosion of the years, the curved rock wall still has one after another, deep cracks.

However, what he cares more about is his hands, or rather claws.

"Hmm~"

He wanted to say something, only to find that what he was spitting out was a beast-like roar?

It's a bit like the roar of a train, but it's sharper and harsh, but I can't help but spit out a series of strange words in my throat.

"Gordon Alduin Targaryen"

He knew very well what he was talking about, and it was his name, Gordon Alduin Targaryen.

The true name of the dragon that every true dragon would have, and just as he wondered why he knew this, a barrage of chaotic memories swarmed into his small brain.

Fortunately, his soul strength is strong enough, and he is not an ordinary young dragon, otherwise it would be difficult to accept such a huge dragon inheritance.

The Io Continent, the gods, the dependents, the humans, the five-colored dragons, the metal dragons, and their own identities.

A calf of a lava dragon.

Bigger than a house cat, smaller than a foal, a real dragon cub.

But soon, he began to wonder, where was his mother? This place didn't look like a place to hide in such a behemoth.

Isn't it?

Why, in my memory, the Lava Dragon Mother would take care of the cubs until they were teenagers?

That is, the age of humans is about 16-25 years old, and the cubs at that time have a certain desire to collect treasures and establish territories, so they will leave the nest and establish territories alone or with several dragons.

At that time, the mother dragon will also begin to have certain precautions against the cubs, and after the young dragon enters the teenage stage, the young dragon will not be allowed to enter her treasure lair.

If the mother dragon is heavily greedy for wealth, she will drive the cubs that have just become young dragons out of the nest.

But the incubation period is more than ten years before and after.

He doesn't let the cubs grow up alone, and besides, there are 2-5 dragon eggs in a litter, and he hasn't seen his siblings yet.

He was alone.

However, the residual consciousness in the dragon egg gave him the answer, and the dragon egg had a memory in the last quarter of the stage after hatching.

Fragments of memories crept along, and after watching them as if they were his own experiences, he realized why he had become the way he was.

He was stolen and left the Mother of Dragons' lair.

It seems to be a portal-like spell that directly teleports it from the crater to the desert, and the endless yellow sand is the only impression.

And then he kept moving, hurrying, and he was put in a basket.

It wasn't until about seven sunsets later that I arrived at an underground laboratory under a manor house in a coastal city.

At this time, the dragon egg of this lava dragon completely settled.

If you talk about ordinary dragon eggs, maybe the young dragons inside have already died.

After all, dragon eggs cannot be transferred during the hatching period, otherwise, there is a chance that the young dragons inside will not hatch, that is, the young dragons will die before they are born.

However, the Lava Dragon's eggs are different from the Colored Dragons and the Metal Dragons.

That's the rock shell, which is half the size of the largest red dragon egg.

It's 5 feet long and weighs up to 100 pounds.

The rock shell contains magma, which allows the baby lava dragon to grow healthier, and at some point, it also acts as a layer of protection when it is forced to move out of the nest.

Probably if you have to compare it, it is a power bank.

When the egg leaves the nest, the rock shell of the egg will allow the egg to be immersed in temperatures above 200 degrees Celsius, preventing hatching failure due to temperature changes, but it is only for ten days, and it is a one-time time, after which it will fall off on its own.

However, it is still the young dragon consciousness of the dragon egg, even if it escapes because of the rocky shell, it still can't escape the poisonous hands of humans.

At the end of the memory, it was the person who poured cups of strange solutions into the dragon egg in the room of various reagents and bottles and jars, and the last consciousness in the dragon egg turned black, and the memory ended here.

It seems that the young dragon in the original dragon egg was killed by the alchemy monster, otherwise it would not be his turn to come to this dove to occupy the magpie's nest and occupy the body of the young dragon.

But why did you end up in this place? What the hell was that alchemist trying to do?

These issues remain unresolved.

Just as he began to ponder the philosophical question of where he had come from and where he was going.

There was a sudden shuddering gurgling sound from behind, soft, but loud enough in the silence.

He turned the dragon's head, which was somewhat proportionally proportioned, and then under the dark golden vertical pupils, he saw a girl not far away.

To be precise, a human female with short silver hair and black vertical eyes, no more than ten years old, is sitting on a dirty mat.

Her vertical pupils were nervously about to shrink into needles, and her whole body was trembling, and he had no doubt that she would be foaming at the mouth in the next second.

The gurgling sound was the sound of her trembling teeth.

Seeing her vertical pupils, the dragon inheritance buried deep in her heart naturally explained his doubts.

It is understandable why the human female trembled with fear when she saw that he was a foal-sized dragon.

Because she is a dragonborn, she has dragon blood, but the content is relatively small, only the eyes are dragonized, and the other parts are no different from humans.

Classified in a sub-dragon race, and drapers, drakebeasts are divided into one large category.

And it's not often that the Dragonborn trembles when they see the young dragon exuding dragon might.

Because only dragon beasts are afraid of the dragon dragon, and only the kind of guy who has no IQ will regard the young dragon as a real dragon in adulthood.

Unless the Dragonborn has not undergone any systematic training, that is, is not a professional.

Naturally, the pros are talking about basic classes like mages, warriors, druids, warlocks, thieves, and rangers.

Of course, there are many remote and unpopular professions, and there are not many records in the Dragon Inheritance, only a few.

He only glanced at her slightly, and he planned to ignore her for the time being, and he had no intention of putting Long Wei away.

After all, it was now his weakest birth period, and it would be about an hour before his body would allow him to do more.

Therefore, he could only let the female continue to tremble under the dragon's power first, and now what was in front of him was the top priority after the birth of the young dragon.

Ready to eat!

He needs to eat a lot of food, absorb nutrients, and replenish his energy.

Broken egg fragments are the best option, as they are rich in minerals and the energy that young dragons need most.

He began to sit in the dragon egg, and Kabakaba bit the closest dragon shell in front of him, not even having time to lick the slime off his body.

It wasn't until the last piece of black ash with a slight flame pattern of eggshell shards ate into his stomach that he barely felt a little full.

Well, seventy percent full.

Then he slowly licked the slime off his body.

As an after-dinner snack, the taste is okay, a bit like the texture of diluted wild honey, lightly sweet.

After finishing the meal, he began to stretch his body and smash his mouth.

He stood up, but quickly sat back unconsciously, his dark golden pupils looking a little sluggish.

This is......