dkrc Chapter 13 Escape in the Opposite Direction
Chapter 13 Escape in the Opposite Direction
If you want chives to grow vigorously, fertilization is absolutely crucial.
You can't just keep harvesting crop after crop while being stingy with fertilization. Otherwise, the chives will only grow sparser and the plants will become weaker.
Only by promptly applying fertilizer and wood ash after each harvest can they maintain their vigorous growth.
The higher the level of intelligence and the greater the strength of a creature, the stronger its emotions will be, which will then be able to be transformed into more spiritual essence.
Thor's intention in distributing the Dragon Crystals to Sistana and Kalp was to "fertilize" them, so that they could produce more spiritual essence.
Therefore, he naturally wouldn't allow his two not-so-stupid younger siblings to collect the dragon crystal like a gemstone; he had to force them to eat it.
As for whether such actions would make them hate him even more, Saul could only say, "May the storm rage on."
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The crystals, which were almost a physical manifestation of energy, contained a large amount of energy. After being digested by the true dragon's stomach juices, they began to transform into streams of warm energy that flowed throughout his body.
The fatigue from running had long since vanished, and the hunger had also subsided. The three fledglings then embarked on their journey once again.
Thor didn't have a clear destination; to be honest, he was still a little lost.
For now, we can only take it one step at a time. It would be best to find a mountain range or forest, where the complex environment is obviously more suitable for the young dragons to survive than this boundless wilderness.
Before they knew it, they had traveled for most of the night, but the surrounding scenery had not changed much, as if this wilderness had no end.
A gentle breeze blew from ahead, carrying with it a faint stench of feces and a unique, pungent smell.
This made Thor's heart sink, and a bad feeling inexplicably arose within him.
"Damn it! My luck can't be this bad, I just randomly picked a direction and it's already..."
He quickly turned back and gave Sistana and Kalp a wink, sternly stopping their bickering, his lips moving slightly as he whispered something.
"You two idiots, shut your mouths! We might be in trouble."
Under the threat of the fist, the two baby dragons could only obediently shut their mouths and then, imitating Thor, lowered their bodies as much as possible, their bellies almost touching the ground, slowly moving forward like three crimson snakes.
After climbing up the towering earthen slope ahead, the view suddenly opened up.
It must have been around four in the morning. Under the starlight, Thor saw a dozen or so tan tents pitched on the flat open ground in front of the earthen slope.
These tents are somewhat like the yurts of the past, supported by wooden frames and covered with animal skins. There are also many wooden stakes around the tents, on which some cattle and sheep are tied.
This was undoubtedly a gathering place for intelligent life, and they had unknowingly intruded into the territory of another race.
Fortunately, the other side probably hadn't noticed them yet. The three baby dragons quietly climbed down the slope and slowly circled around from the side.
Once they were far enough away, they took off running, covering dozens of kilometers in one go.
As the sun was about to rise, they dug a pit in a thicket of bushes, squeezed together and lay down, then used their nimble tails to cover themselves little by little with the loose soil piled up beside them.
Almost all true dragons are perfect creatures that can roam the sea, land, and air; even the fire-attribute red dragon can breathe underwater.
The gas exchange facilitated by the tiny gaps between the soil layers was sufficient to meet the needs of the three baby dragons.
Before long, Sistana and Calp beside Thor gradually fell asleep, but his mind was filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, and he couldn't fall asleep for a while.
I never imagined that after being reborn as a noble dragon, I would have to experience this life of hiding and running away before I even had a chance to lord it over others. It's just...
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As the rising sun begins to bathe the earth, the cold night air condenses into glistening water droplets on the tips of the thatch.
A sudden burst of rapid hoofbeats came from afar. The vibrations from the iron hooves breaking the stickiness between the grass tips and water droplets caused the droplets to fall, as if a light rain had fallen.
A magnificent herd of centaurs was galloping rapidly from afar, led by a male centaur with a silver-white body and wearing a white linen robe.
The bright sunlight shone on his long hair, which was flowing in the wind, as if it were gilded with a layer of gold. His right hand was holding a long chain, with a red creature dragging at the end of the chain.
It was a red dragon, only about six feet long, and looked like it had just hatched.
Its body, covered in bright red scales, looked rather thin. Its wings on its back were limp, like two undeveloped pieces of flesh. Large bloodstains had appeared on its body from the friction with the ground, and it kept emitting weak roars.
The centaurs who remained in the tents at the foot of the hill rushed out after hearing the commotion. Upon seeing the baby dragon being dragged on the ground, they let out excited shouts and kept calling out the name "Lunaris".
They all gathered around, looking at the baby dragon and discussing it curiously.
"Lunaris, have you captured that great red dragon?"
"Is this its baby? It looks so tiny."
"That damned dragon has finally gotten its comeuppance!"
The silver-white centaur Lunaris waved his hand, signaling for silence, then handed the iron chains he was carrying to the guard beside him, saying with a hint of regret:
"That cunning red dragon ran away with its cub, which was just an abandoned dragon beast, a defective product without any dragon lineage."
Even so, it still holds great value, and both dark elves and mages living in towers would be willing to pay a high price for it.
"Rather than this, I'd much rather kill it, in front of those reptiles..."
A centaur with a crimson body, a slightly petite figure, and a full bust emerged from the largest tent and gritting its teeth as it voiced its dissenting opinion.
Lunaris shook his head and softly advised:
"Aurora, I know the pain in your heart, but you cannot let hatred control you."
The war has begun, and the blue dragons are constantly expanding their territory. We need more armor and weapons to arm our warriors, and this dragon can trade for these items with the humans of the south.
"I understand, I'm just a little unwilling to accept it..."
Erola glared resentfully at the red dragon hatchling on the ground, her clenched fists turning her knuckles pale from the force.
Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out, interrupting their conversation.
"Excuse me, I think I've made a new discovery!"
The speaker was a middle-aged centaur with a brown body, long hair, and a thick beard.
He wasn't carrying many weapons, or even wearing armor; he was simply holding a spear, and his eyes were emitting a faint white light.
"Hey——!"
A sharp bird cry suddenly pierced the sky; it was a peregrine falcon circling a thousand meters above the ground.
Its eyes, like those of the middle-aged centaur, emitted a soft white light, as if the two were sharing vision.