Nigris was stunned for a while before he figured out what Ange meant: "You mean, the dragon god's blood can make it evolve again? Evolve into a real golden dragon? The kind with wings?"
Ange nodded.
"What do you need? Dragon God blood?" Negris asked.
Ange nodded.
I was still looking forward to Dorok, but I became discouraged when I heard this: "Dragon God blood? Hey, I haven't even seen what the Dragon God looks like. We are just subspecies of dragons with degraded bloodline. No, no, no, Lian Ya It doesn’t even count as a species. The Yalong can still boil his blood and awaken some bloodline talents, but we can’t do anything.”
"Uh, isn't that right? You are very skilled in using dragon breath, and you can also know your full name. It's not like you haven't had your blood boil before." Nigris asked in confusion.
Dorok sighed: "I am a bit special. I am the most talented one in our clan. The elder once said that if my bloodline is intact, I am the dragon with the best chance of becoming the king of the dragon clan, but even if I can only have blood boiling when I was young, but not anymore when I am old."
Nigris sneered: "You are only two thousand years old, how can you pretend to be mature?"
Dorok said angrily: "No matter how small it is, it's still bigger than you. You embryo dragon, have you hatched yet? Dragon eggs are bigger than you."
"Haha, listen carefully, my name is Nefarian Uzmos Rafaelit Babu Guli Gregory...Knowledge Negris, does it sound familiar to you? Do you think so? Which generation am I from?" Nigris said with a smile.
When he heard the front part, Dorok was stunned, because the front part was exactly the same as it, which meant that this brass dragon was its direct distant relative.
By the time Nigris said his full name, it had already calculated it: "You...are you...grandpa, ancestor, ancestor, ancestor, ancestor?"
Judging from his full name, Nigris's seniority is ridiculously high. No wonder it looks at its juniors.
Nigris nodded: "I am at least sixteen generations older than you. We should branch from the xxx generation. I didn't expect that there would be dragons of the same lineage here."
Although Gadrigo is a dracolich, it is a native undead creature, a new life born from the dragon's corpse. It is a lich, not a dragon, and has nothing to do with the dragon clan.
This Dorok is the first dragonborn it has ever seen in this plane. What a coincidence, they all belong to Nefari.
As for why a golden dragon is a direct line of an ancient dragon, you have to ask Dorok's ancestors. A certain ancient dragon was crossed with a lower dragon, and the sub-dragons produced eventually degenerated into a type without wings.
Dorok is just a bit special. It has returned to its ancestors, so it can grow into what it looks like now.
"Ancestor...Sir." Dorok closed his eyes and screamed. He couldn't scream with his eyes open. This embryonic dragon didn't look like an ancestor at all.
"Good boy, your ancestor's shout is well deserved. At least you can save your pile of odorless dragon eggs." Nigris said with a smile.
Doubtfully leading Ange and his party back to the cave, Dorok came to the platform where he was originally lying. He stared at the pool below for a while, then plunged his head in. When he came out again, he already had something in his mouth. Holding a round, fat sea fish.
Dorok brought the sea fish to Nigris and said politely: "Master Ancestor, please have a meal, and you will eat too. Master Archangel, do you want to eat fish? Do you want to grill it?"
"Ouch!" the little angel responded.
I didn’t understand... Dorok looked confused and retracted his head with a smile.
Negris has already seen the entire cave. This cave has two entrances. The pool below is an entrance and exit, which can lead directly to the sea. There are many marine life activities under the water.
The other entrance is the cave towards the cliff. Dragon eggs are placed on both sides of the entrance towards the cliff, probably for ventilation and drying. If there is no air circulation, none of these eggs may be preserved.
Nigris checked it out and found that out of more than a hundred eggs, less than twenty were still alive, only eighteen to be precise, and the rest were smelly.
The eighteen that survived were not in very good condition. Many of them had not completed their development because they lacked a suitable environment.
After walking around for a while, when he saw the sea fish that the junior was paying homage to, Nigris spit the dragon's breath on it unceremoniously, grilled the fish skin, and took a bite.
Of course, Dragon's Breath is not for grilling fish, but to disinfect the lower part of the mouth. After taking a few bites, it started to dislike it: "What kind of fish is this? The meat is sour, it's really unpalatable."
"The sour one is the authentic one. This is a red-blooded fish. The meat and blood are both red. After it dies, the blood will seep into the meat. It is sour and appetizing. It is not very sour when eaten fresh, but it will become more sour after being stored for a long time." K said.
"Uh, don't you know how to bleed? A human pirate named Night Crow once said that fish with red blood will not be sour after being bled. You can try to catch another one," Negris said.
Dorok dubiously picked up another one and hung it up to bleed. During this period, Nigris kept patting it so that its blood could drain out more cleanly. This was what the Night Crow taught it. It only counts as a kind of knowledge. , it will remember it very clearly.
Then roll the fish skin with dragon's breath, separate it from the fish meat, and tear it off.
When I ate it again, it tasted much better.
Dorok himself also ate a few. After Ange's treatment, some of his old injuries were also cured as a blessing in disguise. Now his appetite is much better.
After it was full, it asked expectantly: "Ancestor, can you really speed up their hatching? Do you need me to do something?"
"Go further away," said Nigris.
It only has one or two months of life left. If it stays within the range of the quick-death halo and the egg doesn't hatch, it will die.
Pick out eggs with different attributes, arrange different growth environments, purify the eggshells, crack small holes, inject nutrient solution, and then purify and disinfect.
For some damaged eggs, Ange used the Cleansing Technique to treat them through the eggshell.
Finally, take out the quick-death halo stone and activate it.
Nigris's body was now alive, so he quickly hid far away, hiding deep in the cave with Dorok, and watched Ange playing around there from a distance.
Dorok asked worriedly: "Ancestor, is it really possible? If you break the eggshell like this, won't the egg break? We have tried breaking the eggshell before, but it smelled bad within a few days."
"It'll be fine if you pay attention to the disinfection and sealing. Don't worry, we don't know how many dragon eggs we have handled. They really stink. At worst, we will pay you some." Nigris said disapprovingly.
"Okay." Dorok believed it easily.
"Huh? You believe me so easily?" Nigris was a little surprised.
Dorok has always been wary of them. If he hadn't been unable to defeat him, he would have thrown us into the sea. How could he believe it so easily?
Dorok smiled helplessly: "What can I do if I don't believe you? I can't beat you. This is their last hope. If they don't believe you, they won't even have this hope."
"You can see it quite clearly." Nigris smiled.
"I'm not an idiot. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Ancestor, why are you like this? Are you cursed?" Dorok asked curiously.
"No, I was reborn." Nigris did not say that he was a projection. This way of existence is not easy to explain.
"Are these humans and angels your followers?" Dorok asked.
"Pfft, don't talk nonsense, companion, companion, we are companions." Nigris was so frightened that he wanted to jump up and cover his mouth.
It didn't matter if Ange heard this. The little angel heard it. She would definitely come here every day to pull Naige's scales to determine who had the higher status.
Fortunately, the little angel didn't hear it and was still playing in the water. Nigris breathed a sigh of relief.
Dorok glanced at it suspiciously. This reaction was not like that of a companion, but more like the one being bullied.
At this moment, one of the eggs moved, the shell cracked, and a wingless baby dragon came out of it, squealing and trying to pounce on Ange.
Ange held it up, rolled up the eggshell, and ran towards Negris's position.
Come to a clean and flat place, put it on the ground, take out the eggshell and stuff it in its mouth.
The young dragon chewed the eggshell like a biscuit and looked at Ange with his round eyes.
Ange put all the remaining eggshells next to it and went back to hatch the eggs.
"Uh-huh-huh..." the baby dragon cried out in a sweet voice, throwing down the eggshell and chasing after Ange.
Ange tilted his head and held it back. Even though this guy was just born, he was already two times bigger than Negris. No wonder others called him the embryonic dragon.
The young dragon thought Ange was playing with it, and as soon as it was put down, it used its two short legs to chase after him.
"It seems to regard you as its parent, shouldn't it." Nigris flew over, grabbed the baby dragon, and said doubtfully.
This instinct to treat the first creature you see as your parent is shared by many birds and reptiles, but this should not appear in the giant dragon Yasaurus.
Because the moment they emerge from the shell is not the first moment they 'open their eyes'. They have already begun to recognize the outside world in the dragon egg. They are already hundreds of years old when they emerge from the shell. If parents advocate prenatal education, Then it has been in school for hundreds of years.
The only possibility is that these wingless dragons did not form consciousness in the eggs, and the moment they broke out of their shells was the first moment they recognized the world.
The young dragon turned around and saw that Naige was smaller than it, but a similar creature with wings was pulling it. The young dragon thought it was competing with it for favor, and immediately swung its head towards it.
"Oh, you damn kid, how dare you hit me?" Nigris flicked his tail and wanted to teach this little dragon a lesson.
The young dragon refused to give in and got into a fight with Nigris. Ange took the opportunity to run back.
After a bruised and bruised fight, the young dragon got hungry and left Negris to continue gnawing on the eggshells.
Nigris breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his head to meet Dorok's half-smiling expression. Nigris quickly explained: "I was afraid of hurting it, so I didn't dare to use force."
Dorok said quickly: "Yes, yes, the ancestor is just afraid of hurting it, not that he cannot defeat it."
The young dragon took a few bites of the eggshell and then ran out to find Ange. Dorok circled it with two big paws and wrapped it in his arms.
The young dragon couldn't find the way, and he groaned anxiously, then pushed his head into Dorok's hand.
Seeing its lively appearance, Dorok said: "It's hatched? It's unbelievable."
Nigris put his hands on his hips and cocked his tail: "It's just a simple matter. It's a routine operation. I'm afraid I'll scare you with any unconventional operations."
It couldn't help but feel proud. Before it died, the dragon clan had a problem of fertility difficulties, which had never been solved. It was it that brought Ange back to Dragon Island and completely solved this problem.
Dorok didn't refute, he was already a little scared. The only dragon egg he couldn't worry about was that he thought it would end up smelly and rotten with his death, but he didn't expect to be solved by the ancestor's companions. Too Incredible.
Just as he was sighing, there was another crackling sound, the second dragon egg hatched, and Ange ran over with the second baby dragon on his shoulders.
Throwing the second baby dragon into Dorok's arms, Ange glanced at the first baby dragon.
The first baby dragon screamed excitedly and struggled to climb up Dorok's arm, trying to climb out of the circle.
Ange dug out a pile of rape cakes and threw them in front of the young dragon, then ran back.
The two young dragons were hungry and couldn't stand the smell of rapeseed cakes, so they started to chew on it. After filling a few mouthfuls, they bit the eggshells and ate them with the rapeseed cakes.
"It's both meat and vegetables, nutritionally balanced. What about your breeding?" Nigris complained.
When Ange looked over his head, he was obviously observing the growth of the young dragon. If he found that the growth was not good, he would add more fertilizer, which was the same idea as when he was farming.
Dorok didn't understand what the complaint meant and blinked blankly.
Eight or nine hours later, all eighteen dragon eggs were hatched. Almost all of these eggs had reached the late stage, but without an incubation environment, the young dragons could not grow and develop inside.
Ange poured in nutrient solution, provided sufficient nutrients, and modified a suitable hatching environment. Under the acceleration of the quick-death halo, they all hatched successfully.
There were eighteen baby dragons, and the cave became more chaotic than ever before. Dorok hurriedly wrapped the baby dragons in his arms, laughing so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
"Hahaha, hahaha, we have never had so many baby dragons born here at once. They are so lively and fun."
"It's not fun at all!" Negris roared angrily as he was being licked by a baby dragon.
Dorok laughed loudly: "Haha, ancestor, you need to eat more meat. Even the little guy who just came out is stronger than you."
"I now believe what Mr. Ange said. Dragon God's blood can make me evolve. Unfortunately, we have never seen Dragon God. I really hope that we can have Dragon God's blood and use it on these little guys so that they can grow To become real dragons, they don’t have to live huddled in the sea like us, they should be dragons soaring in the sky." Dorok sighed with regret.
Dragon God blood! Dorok's words reminded Ange. He raised his hand to signal everyone to wait, and his mind returned to his body.
Transform into the Dragon God, prick his finger, squeeze out ten drops of blood, put it into a bottle, stuff it into the Palace of Rest, and then immediately project it there.
After the projection came over, he immediately took out the blood bottle from the Palace of Rest, one drop of which bounced onto Dorok's forehead, and the remaining half a drop was applied to the foreheads of the eighteen young dragons.
"Dragon...dragon god blood?" Sensing the familiar aura contained in the blood, Dorok asked in a trembling voice: "You...who are you? How could you..."
Before he finished speaking, Dorok felt a hot stream of heat surge up from where the drop of blood had penetrated his forehead, spreading down his neck and towards his body.
Dorok subconsciously tensed up his body, trying to resist the heat, but a roar that seemed to come from ancient times immediately sounded in his heart. His heart trembled, he relaxed his resistance, and heat surged throughout his body.
Dorok stood stunned for a long time, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.
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