Chapter 463: Meat and vegetables, balanced nutrition

Negris thought for a long while before understanding the meaning of Ang's words: "You mean, Dragon God blood can let it re-evolve? Evolve into a real golden dragon? The kind with wings?"

Ang nodded.

"What is needed? Dragon God blood?" Negris asked.

Ang nodded.

Dorok, who had been very expectant, felt dejected upon hearing this: "Dragon God blood? Heh, I haven't even seen what the Dragon God looks like. We are just sub-species dragons with degenerated bloodlines. No, no, not even sub-species. Other sub-dragons can at least have bloodline boiling and awaken a little bit of bloodline talent, but we can't do anything."

"Uh, that's not right, right? You use dragon breath quite skillfully, and you can know your full name. It doesn't look like you haven't had bloodline boiling." Negris asked in confusion.

Dorok sighed: "I'm a bit special. I'm the one with the most talent in our clan. The elder once said that if my bloodline were complete, I would be the dragon with the most opportunity to become the King of the Dragon Race. But even for me, I could only have bloodline boiling when I was young; I can't do it when I'm old."

Negris sneered: "Only a two-thousand-year-old little brat dragon, what are you pretending to be mature for?"

Dorok said indignantly: "Even if I'm small, I'm much bigger than you. You embryo dragon, have you hatched? The dragon egg is bigger than you."

"Hehe, listen well. My name is Nefarian Uzmos Lafalite Babuguli Grigori... Knowledge Negris. Is it very familiar? Can you calculate which generation I am?" Negris said with a smile.

Hearing the first part, Dorok was already stunned, because the first part was exactly the same as its own. This meant that this brass dragon was its direct distant relative.

By the time Negris finished its full name, it had already calculated it: "You... you are... ancestor ancestor ancestor ancestor grandfather?"

Calculated from the full name, Negris's generation was ridiculously high. No wonder it had an expression of looking at a junior.

Negris nodded: "I'm at least sixteen generations older than you. We should be a branch from this generation of XXX. I didn't expect that there would be giant dragon descendants of the same line here."

Although Jadeligo was a Lich Dragon, it was a native undead creature, a new life born from a dragon corpse, a lich and not a dragon, and had no relationship with the dragon race.

This Dorok was the first dragon descendant it had seen in this plane. Coincidentally, they were all from the Nefarian line.

As for why a golden dragon would be a direct descendant of an ancient dragon, that would have to be asked of Dorok's ancestors. Some ancient dragon crossbred with a lower-level dragon, giving birth to a sub-dragon, and finally degenerated all the way to a species that didn't even have wings.

Dorok was just a bit special. It had atavism, so it could grow into its current appearance.

"Ancestor... Lord." Dorok called out with a twitch, closing its eyes. It couldn't call out with its eyes open; this embryo dragon didn't have half the appearance of an ancestor.

"Good, this call of 'Ancestor Lord' isn't in vain. At least those dragon eggs that haven't gone smelly are considered saved." Negris said happily.

Half-believing, it returned to the cave with Ang and his group. Dorok came to the platform where it had originally been lying, stared at the water pool below for a while, and suddenly plunged its head in. When it stretched it out again, its mouth was already holding a round, fat sea fish.

Dorok held the sea fish to Negris and said politely: "Ancestor Lord, please dine. You guys eat too. This archangel lord, do you eat fish? Do you want to roast it?"

"Ao!" The little angel replied.

Didn't understand... Dorok looked blank and retracted its head awkwardly.

Negris had already finished checking the situation in the cave. This cave had two entrances. The water pool below was an exit, which could lead directly to the sea, and there were many marine creatures active there under the water.

Another entrance was the cave in the direction of the cliff. The dragon eggs were placed on both sides of the entrance in the direction of the cliff, presumably for ventilation and dryness. If the air didn't circulate, these eggs might not have been preserved at all.

Negris checked it once. Out of more than a hundred eggs, there were less than twenty with activity left. To be precise, there were only eighteen; the rest were all smelly.

Even for those that survived, the state wasn't very good. Many hadn't finished developing because there was no suitable environment.

After circling back, seeing the sea fish offered by the junior, Negris didn't stand on ceremony and spat a dragon breath onto it, roasting the fish skin, and took a bite.

Dragon breath, of course, wasn't for roasting fish, but for disinfecting the place where it bit. After gnawing a few mouthfuls, it started to dislike it: "What kind of fish is this? The meat is sour. It's really hard to eat."

"Sour is authentic. This is red-blood fish. The meat and blood are both red. After it dies, the blood will seep into the meat, sour and appetizing. It's not very sour when eaten fresh, but it's even sourer when left for a long time." Dorok said.

"Uh, don't you bleed it? A human pirate named Black Night Crow once said that red-blood fish, if eaten after bleeding, won't be sour. Catch another one and try." Negris said.

Dorok, half-believing, caught another one, hung it up to bleed. During this period, Negris also kept patting and hitting it, letting its blood drain more cleanly. This was taught by Black Night Crow. As long as it was a kind of knowledge, it would remember it very clearly.

Then use dragon breath to roast the fish skin until it curls, separating it from the fish meat, and it tears off with one pull.

Eating it again, the taste was indeed much better.

Dorok also ate a few. After Ang treated it, some of its old injuries were healed by a blessing in disguise. Now its appetite was much better.

After eating until full, it asked expectantly: "Ancestor Lord, can it really accelerate their hatching? What do I need to do?"

"Go further away." Negris said.

It only had a month or two of life left. If it stayed within the range of the Speed-Death Aura, the eggs wouldn't have hatched, and it would have died.

Picking out eggs of different attributes, arranging different growth environments, purifying eggshells, knocking open small holes, injecting nutrient solution, and then purifying and disinfecting.

For some damaged eggs, Ang cast Cleansing Art to treat them through the eggshells.

Finally, he took out the Speed-Death Aura Stone and activated it.

Negris's current body was alive, so it hurriedly hid far away, hiding in the depths of the cave with Dorok, watching Ang fiddling there from afar.

Dorok asked worriedly: "Ancestor Lord, is it really okay? Poking the eggshell like this, won't the egg break?"

"It's fine if you pay attention to the closure of disinfection. Don't worry. We don't know how many dragon eggs we've processed. If they really smell, at worst, we'll compensate you with a few." Negris said dismissively.

"That's fine." Dorok believed it easily.

"Eh? You believed me so easily?" Negris was somewhat surprised.

Dorok had always been wary of them. If it weren't for the fact that it couldn't beat them, it would have flipped these people into the sea long ago. It believed its words so easily?

Dorok sighed helplessly: "What can I do if I don't believe you? I can't beat you guys. This is their last hope. If I don't believe you, they won't even have this little hope."

"You see things quite clearly." Negris smiled.

"I'm not an idiot. Forget it, don't talk about this. Ancestor Lord, why did you become like this? Were you cursed?" Dorok asked curiously.

"No, I was reborn." Negris didn't say it was a projection; this way of existence wasn't easy to explain.

"Then are these humans and angels your followers?" Dorok asked.

"Pfft, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense. Companions, companions, we are companions." Negris was so scared it wanted to jump up and cover its mouth.

Ang wouldn't care if he heard this, but if the little angel heard it, she would definitely come over to pull Negris's scales every day to determine who had the higher status.

Fortunately, fortunately, the little angel didn't hear it and was still playing with water by the water pool. Negris breathed a sigh of relief.

Dorok looked at it suspiciously. This kind of reaction didn't look like what companions should have, but more like the one being bullied.

Just at this moment, one of the eggs moved. The eggshell cracked, and a wingless young dragon drilled out, 'ying-ying-ying'-ing, wanting to pounce on Ang.

Ang held it up, rolled up the eggshell, and ran toward Negris's position.

Arriving at a clean and flat place, he put it on the ground and took out the eggshell to stuff into its mouth.

The young dragon chewed the eggshell like a biscuit, looking at Ang with round eyes.

Ang put the remaining eggshells beside it and turned back to continue hatching eggs.

"Ying-ying-ying..." The young dragon called out in a milky voice, threw down the eggshell, and chased after Ang.

Ang tilted his head and put it back. This guy, don't look at it just born, but it was already two circles bigger than Negris. No wonder others called Negris an embryo dragon.

The young dragon thought Ang was playing with it. As soon as it was put down, it propped itself up with two little short legs and chased after him.

"It seems to have taken you as its parents. That shouldn't be." Negris flew over, pulled the young dragon, and said in confusion.

This instinct of taking the first creature it sees after opening its eyes as its parents is possessed by many birds and reptiles, but this shouldn't appear on giant dragons or sub-dragons.

Because the moment they hatch isn't the first moment they 'open their eyes'. They have already started to recognize the world outside while in the dragon egg. By the time they hatch, they are already hundreds of years old. If the parents advocate prenatal education, they have already been in school for hundreds of years.

The only possibility is that these wingless sub-dragons didn't form consciousness in the egg. The moment they break the shell is the first moment they recognize the world.

The young dragon turned its head and found that Negris, this same kind that was smaller than it but had wings, was pulling it. The young dragon thought it was competing for favor, and immediately swung its head over.

"Ouch, you dead kid, you dare hit me?" Negris swung its tail, wanting to teach this little brat dragon a lesson.

The young dragon didn't submit at all and fought with Negris. Ang took the opportunity to run back.

After a burst of mutual fighting with bruised noses and swollen faces, the young dragon was hungry and threw down Negris to continue gnawing on the eggshells.

Negris breathed a sigh of relief, but looked up and met Dorok's expression of wanting to laugh but not laughing. Negris hurriedly explained: "I was afraid of hurting it; I didn't dare use force."

Dorok hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, the Ancestor Lord was just afraid of hurting it, not that he couldn't beat it."

The young dragon gnawed a few mouthfuls of eggshells, and wanted to run out to find Ang again. Dorok circled the young dragon into its arm crook with two large claws.

The young dragon couldn't find the way and was a bit anxious, then bumped its head onto Dorok's hand.

Seeing its lively appearance, Dorok said: "It hatched just like this? Too unbelievable."

Negris put its hands on its hips and wagged its tail: "Small matter, small matter, routine operation. I'm afraid the unconventional operation would scare you."

It couldn't help but be proud. Before it died, the giant dragon race had the problem of fertility difficulties, which had never been solved. It was it who brought Ang back to the Dragon Island and thoroughly solved this problem.

Dorok didn't refute. This was already a bit scary. The dragon eggs it was most worried about, which it originally thought would fall into the fate of smelling and rotting with its death, were solved by the Ancestor Lord's companion casually. It was too incredible.

Just as it was sighing, there was another cracking sound. The second dragon egg hatched, and Ang ran over carrying the second young dragon.

Throwing the second young dragon into Dorok's arm crook, Ang poked his head to look at the first young dragon.

The first young dragon was excited, 'ying-ying-ying'-ing, struggling to climb Dorok's arm, wanting to crawl out of the circle.

Ang turned over a pile of rapeseed cakes and threw them in front of the young dragon, and only then did he run back.

Both young dragons were hungry and couldn't endure the fragrance of the rapeseed cakes, burying their heads to gnaw on them. After filling a few mouthfuls, they bit the eggshells over and ate them together with the rapeseed cakes.

"Meat and vegetables, balanced nutrition. Are you breeding?" Negris complained.

The look Ang poked his head to take was clearly observing the growth of the young dragons. If they grew poorly, he would add ingredients, the same train of thought as top-dressing when he farmed.

Dorok didn't understand what the complaint meant and blinked blankly.

Eight or nine hours later, all eighteen dragon eggs had hatched. These eggs had almost reached the late stage, but there was no hatching environment, and the young dragons couldn't grow and develop inside.

Ang poured in nutrient solution, provided ample nutrition, and transformed a suitable hatching environment. Under the acceleration of the Speed-Death Aura, they all hatched successfully.

Eighteen young dragons, the cave became unprecedentedly chaotic. Dorok circled the young dragons in its arm crook in a flurry, laughing until its eyes couldn't be seen.

"Hahaha, hahaha, we have never had so many young dragons born at once here. Too lively, too fun."

"Not fun at all!" Negris roared, being sat under the body by a young dragon and licked messily.

Dorok laughed loudly: "Haha, Ancestor Lord, you need to eat more meat. Even the little guys who just came out are stronger than you."

"I believe Lord Ang's words now. Dragon God blood can let me evolve. Unfortunately, we have never seen the Dragon God. I really hope there is Dragon God blood, which can be used on these little guys, so they can grow into real giant dragons, not having to shrink in the sea like us. They should be giant dragons soaring in the sky." Dorok sighed regretfully.

Dragon God blood! Dorok's words reminded Ang. He raised his hand to signal everyone to wait a moment, and his consciousness retreated to his main body.

Transforming into the Dragon God, he pricked his finger, squeezed out ten drops of fresh blood with effort, put them into a bottle, stuffed it into the Palace of Breath, and then immediately projected over.

After projecting over, he took the blood bottle from the Palace of Breath for the first time, flicked one drop onto Dorok's forehead, and smeared the rest onto the foreheads of the eighteen young dragons, using half a drop as the standard.

"Dragon... Dragon God blood?" Feeling the familiar aura contained in the blood, Dorok asked with a trembling voice: "You... who exactly are you people? How could..."

Before it could finish speaking, Dorok felt a hot current rising from where the drop of blood merged, spreading along its neck to its body.

Dorok subconsciously tensed its body, wanting to resist this hot current, but a roar that seemed to come from ancient times immediately sounded in its heart. Its heart trembled, and it relaxed its resistance. The hot current surged throughout its body.

Dorok stood blankly for a long while, its eyes went black, and it fell to the ground.

PS: May Day holiday, but looking at it, it's Labor Day. Isn't Labor Day for labor? How can there be a holiday? Labor, labor! Monthly ticket, monthly ticket! ===== CHAPTER 464 =====