(Note: the name of the orc tribe has been changed to Shiya clan.)

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    Caesar''s imaginary Orc tribe is similar to the human Lord castle. It is a settlement of intelligent creatures with tall tents, altars and bunkers, and many watchtowers outside.

    However, looking at the young Orc boy not far away who was still trying to polish the stone axe and bone spurs, Caesar knew he was wrong.

    And quite outrageous.

    The settlement of Shiya clan is located in the foothills of hills and mountains and in a fairly flat basin. However, looking at it, it is all wild. Except for some supports set up by tree trunks for drying fur, there are no other traces that can indicate the survival of intelligent creatures here.

    The orcs wrapped themselves in animal skins, polished stones as weapons, accompanied by wolves, and lived in stone caves formed naturally or dug at will.

    It''s as like as two peas in the stone age.

    Looking at the orcs sitting on the ground and biting raw meat, and smelling the smell of those non dried fur, Caesar couldn''t help wondering whether his decision was wrong. Was it the right choice to form an alliance with such orc clans?

    "These guys live more like beasts than dragons."

    Caesar sighed in his heart. No wonder blakia and Garon didn''t want to get along with them. If he had known that the stone crow clan was in such a situation, he might not have signed a covenant with them.

    I''m dead.

    Fortunately, the dragon''s concept of time is quite slow. For the orcs, 25 years is enough to breed a generation of newborns into strong soldiers. However, for the dragon, it is just a few hours to sleep.

    To tell the truth, at the beginning, the arrival of a black dragon also caused quite a stir in the clan tribe. Many orcs can only imagine the signs of dragons in the depiction of their ancestors. Few have seen dragons with their own eyes. At first sight, they are inevitably excited at the sight of such a large real dragon.

    However, over time, the orcs got used to it. After all, as the most savage and belligerent race, they also hunted and killed many strange monsters in the primitive jungle. Although Caesar is a real dragon, in the final analysis, he is nothing more than a creature in the world. It''s nothing strange to breathe the same air with them.

    Moreover, in mangye, the pressure of tribal orcs'' life is very high. They not only have to polish and repair weapons, but also wash and dry their fur, store water with stone tools and store food. Therefore, except that the children are still curious about Caesar, the other orcs look at Caesar and disperse one after another.

    It''s not that they are not alert to alien species, but the old leader has explained that the black dragon has signed a God''s covenant with the stone crow clan, and any act that violates the oath will be punished by God. Out of trust in wizards and respect for gods, the wariness of the orcs is deeply buried in their hearts, not too obvious.

    No one cared about him, but Caesar was very happy. He was not polite at all. He skillfully used his claws to open up a huge cave on the top of the orc habitat. After it took a little time to level the surroundings, a simple nest was completed.

    As soon as Caesar''s Dragon Wings retracted, he went into the rebuilt nest.

    Then he opened his mouth.

    The structure of the dragon''s tongue is somewhat similar to that of the reptile lizard. Although the length can not reach half of the body length like that of the lizard, the structure is more exquisite. The dense nerves inside allow the dragon to control their tongue to twist into various shapes at will.

    Therefore, when Caesar opened his closed mouth and controlled the originally curled tongue to straighten gradually, the spirit of Sen, which was wrapped and hidden, showed his body and was finally slowly placed on the ground.

    Before awakening mana, many young dragons generally use this method to collect and transport treasure, and sometimes transport food. Caesar made great efforts to study his body at the beginning, and came up with similar wrapping methods.

    Caesar leaned down, laid his neck flat on the ground, didn''t speak, and just stared at the forest demon.

    Five minutes later——

    The little guy''s body trembled slightly. After a short pause, the forest demon seemed to regain consciousness. She quickly turned over, turned her back up and coughed bitterly.

    "Cough..."

    After choking twice, Mori''s goblin finally regained control of his body, struggled to sit up straight, waved his arm and patted his chest.

    "Sure enough."

    Caesar thought in his heart that many creatures in the world will enter a state of suspended death when they are fatally injured, and all vital signs will disappear until they wake up after a period of time. That is a protective mechanism of their body instinct.

    In the early days of ancient times, many weak creatures used this method as a cover to avoid predators.

    However, with the change of times, more and more carnivores will begin to swallow dead prey, and the protection measures of fake death will lose their original significance and be eliminated.

    I didn''t expect the existence of this ancient mechanism on Sen''s goblin.

    But this time, the little guy is really hurt by herself. If she is not facing Caesar but other black dragons, the fake death state will only stimulate their appetite. Sen''s goblins will be quickly corroded by acid and become the food of the black dragon.

    The little thing gradually stopped coughing and looked around his body. He didn''t know where the smelly liquid came from. He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the ferocious huge head in front of him.

    The memory before sleeping quickly became clear.

    Sen''s goblin quickly moved his ass back, withdrew some distance, opened his mouth, and was about to scream.

    "Shut up! Or I''ll eat you." Caesar showed off his tusks.

    The little guy''s voice was stuck in his throat. He hadn''t recovered from the shock. He was a little slow. Obviously, he didn''t know the fact that he had been eaten once.

    "Oh hoo, oh Hoo."

    The little guy was so small that Caesar had to be very close to see the facial expression on her face. Sen''s goblin issued a small and meaningless cry, and then whispered, "don''t eat Luna."

    "Your name is Luna Sen''s goblin?"

    Caesar was not sure.

    "Luna Prynne tialope ovknestan lanfuni clippia stinho..."

    A series of messy names popped out of the little guy''s mouth.

    Sure enough, it was the demon of Sen. Caesar curled his mouth.

    The way this race is named is unique in the world. In the naming rules of Sen''s goblins, the first name is their own name, followed by the names of her parents, and then her grandparents... In this way, it can even be traced back to their grandparents.

    For Mori goblins, names are their genealogy.

    "Stop, I see."

    Caesar shook his paw and stopped the little guy''s chattering words. It was a kind of torture. Almost every Mori goblin''s complete name could be said for a whole day until it was said that they couldn''t remember (Mori goblins are proud to remember their complete name).

    "Are you ready?"

    Luna, the fairy of mori, stopped talking and became excited. Her four wings fluttered: "Mr. long, did you promise not to eat me? Can I leave?"

    "No."