Sign In The Big Evil Dragon

"The stuff inside that totem looks pretty powerful."

As the orc shaman's spiritual body was swallowed by the black dragon, Otto's consciousness returned to reality again.

"tasty!"

"I'm sorry for eating someone alive..."

The little black dragon muttered, without any apologetic expression on his face. When he thought of the shaman's last words, he couldn't help but let out a strange smile.

"Hehehe, what a stupid orc shaman! I will fly away later, can you still find me?"

Thinking of this, the little black dragon quickly spat out the totem statue in his mouth on the ground, stretched out his small paws and pulled it a few times, wanting to see if this thing could be reused.

However, after just a few touches, the wolf tooth sculpture turned into powder and dissipated in the air.

"What a pity, it's just a one-time prop!"

The little black dragon smacked his mouth, seeming to still be savoring the taste of the shaman.

Suddenly, a faint green light flashed on Otto.

"I seem to have another strange ability."

"Aura of wisdom?"

Otto looked at the effect and found that something was wrong. To be precise, it should be a spiritual halo.

Mental aura: It can increase part of the mental resistance and offset the chaotic influence of the red moon in a short period of time.

"Hey...another auxiliary halo ability. If this continues, I, the black dragon, will almost be unable to do it anymore."

Otto sighed, looked down at the black dragon scales on his body, and began to doubt Long Sheng.

"It seems that I must have golden dragon blood. How about finding a way to get a golden skin and pretend that I am a sacred golden dragon from the orderly and good camp?"

Just when Otto was depressed, a strong message suddenly hit his mind.

"ah!"

Otto screamed and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Damn it, isn't the battle in this spiritual space too dangerous?"

After a strong mental shock, Otto felt like his whole body was weak...

It was like being bullied and squeezed crazily by a dozen strong little dragons for ten days and ten nights.

"I feel so tired."

Fortunately, the mental aura that just appeared worked. Under the illumination of the aura, his spirit gradually recovered after a while.

He looked around and found that the weather was now normal, and the sun was quite warm. Most of the nearby snow was distributed on the mountainside and on the top of the mountain. Melted snow water was flowing in the valley below the mountain, and both sides of the river were full of life. Vibrant green.

"Forget it, let's leave here first and find a place to have a good rest..."

He muttered a few words, calmed down his mental will, then flapped his wings, chose to stay away from the orc tribe, and flew to the west.

The ground was covered with weeds and thorns, and the little black dragon flew high in the sky and stared with wide eyes, looking for food and monsters that could threaten him.

When observing distant scenery, his pupils automatically contracted and adjusted, as if his eyes were wearing a pair of telescopes, and he could clearly see even the bugs and small animals that came out when the temperature increased under the mountain.

He looked around again and could roughly see the ground dozens of kilometers away.

"The observation range of Longan is very wide. If I grow up in the future, I might become a clairvoyant."

"It's a pity that no large animals were found nearby. Do we really want to catch some mice and snow rabbits for a teething festival in the future?"

"..."

Just when Otto flew high into the sky and looked down, a larger black figure in the distance behind him attracted his attention.

"This guy looks familiar, doesn't he?"

His green skin was the same color as the grass. If it weren't for the strange black layer on his feet, Otto wouldn't have recognized who he was.

The thick black leg hair of the green-skinned orc is flowing, as if it really has a pair of black feet. No wonder this bird man calls himself the Blackfoot tribe.

Perhaps because he was free from the constraints of clothing and freed himself, the green-skinned orc Saru ran away very fast, as if a green light was floating across the green grass.

Saru fled for a while in the grass at the foot of the mountain. He seemed to feel the malicious gaze from the sky. He suddenly dwarfed and found an abandoned dwarf mine and went straight in, making Otto unable to find him again. Any trace of him.

"Why……"

The little black dragon that was passing by in the sky was a little regretful. It was originally considering whether to fly back and continue to catch the orc for torture.

Having lost an opportunity to gain notoriety, Otto continued to fly west for a while before finding a hidden cliff to land on.

After digging a few times with his sharp claws, he dug out a cave and hid in it, and began to sort out some of the memories he had gained after devouring the shaman's spiritual brand.

…

Otto sorted out the harvested shaman memories, and regardless of their original names, he translated the levels of professional shamans:

"Low-level shaman, high-level shaman, elite shaman, master shaman, legendary shaman..."

"One, two, three, four, five, it seems that the legendary shaman's professional power level is at least level five!"

Otto felt a little panicked. He was still in the second-level baby dragon state, and his body lacked nutrients and could not develop into a normal baby dragon form.

If the body can grow into the form of a young dragon, it should be able to awaken the elements and reap the true inheritance of dragon language magic.

Otto gradually fell into a deep sleep with the desire to continue to be strong.

…

The living environment of the Northern Plateau is harsh, and the tribes that are stubbornly rooted on the plateau are almost all wandering tribes that live in pursuit of water and grass. In order to deal with the attacks of the terrible predators, dragons and various flying sub-dragon monsters in the sky, everyone has done the same thing. The earth began to dig tunnels as safe hiding places.

Coupled with the excavation efforts of various underground monsters such as dwarves and cavemen who like to dig, over time, there are underground passages extending in all directions on the Battle Plateau.

If there is no familiar person to lead the team into these underground passages, I am afraid that they will soon get lost in them and become food for various cave-dwelling monsters.

"call……"

Relying on some vague memories, he quickly moved forward in the underground passage. After escaping some terrifying threats and killing many little monsters blocking his way, Saru crawled out of the tunnel and ran for a while, and finally succeeded in seeing a familiar venue.

There are tents, crypts, stone walls, and horses... There are also orc guards with serious expressions on guard, constantly looking up, always alert to threats from the sky.

Seeing this familiar scene and knowing that he had successfully returned to the safe tribal camp, the orc Saru finally let out a long breath.

"Ok..."

After emerging from the tunnel, Saru greeted the guard at the gate nonchalantly, ignored his strange look, and wanted to return to his crypt to sort out his harvest.

During the day, most of the young and strong warriors of the orcs went out to hunt. Only some old and weak women and children hid in the caves dug by the tribe to sort out housekeeping.

As long as he seizes the time and continues to perfect the dragon-slaying story he made up, and when the chief and other tribal warriors come back in the evening, he will hand over the black dragon scales dug out from the pile of rocks, and there should be a high probability that he can turn this time around. Failed trials of adulthood passed by.

"Ook!"

Suddenly, a malicious greeting made Saru stop in his tracks.