In order to pass this waiting time, Ted traveled back and forth several times, salvaged enough fishing catches and started a seafood feast on the hills.

Seeing that Ted had eaten at least twice his own weight in just half a day, and his body was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the old blue dragon suddenly felt that the fresh fish in front of him was harder to swallow. The eyes of Ted's young dragon were even more unabashedly envy and jealousy, which made Ted eat even more excited.

The effective way he has figured out is to eat. Only by eating gluttonous food, especially the higher the quality, the higher the prey, can the + sign on his panel attributes slowly appear.

For example, the lion-swinging beast that Selin brought him back two days ago, enjoyed the lion-swinging beast alone in the envious and jealous eyes of all the good brothers. After waking up, he had an extra attribute point.

Thinking that he has fought all the young dragons in Dragon Nest now, the position of the number one brother in Dragon Nest will be difficult to shake in a short period of time, and he will participate in this hell trial mission, this attribute was added to his spit weapon.

So his dragon breath spewed out another form after the original linear and fork lightning:

Lightning jet.

He hasn't tried the specific power yet, because this breath is also extremely consuming free elements and physical strength.

This involves a complex transformation process, which is actually brewing and happening at all times, which causes the scales on the blue dragon's body to often buzz or burst due to static electricity, and will increase when they are angry or ready to attack, so that the smell of ozone and sand is produced in the air.

At the same time, he also noticed that as his growth and various abilities increase, the "energy" required by the ability to increase by attribute points will only increase, while the supply that ordinary food can form will only become less and less efficient.

This made him realize that his future points may not be as willful as at the beginning, but he should have plans to formulate his future development route, and it is best to allow various abilities to complement each other in battle and double their power.

For example, it is to pursue the ability to use various different skills to create a perfect combo like in the game and take away the enemy in one set.

But now he has learned too few skills and has not many choices. Fortunately, the "encyclopedia" of Dragon Inheritance still exists, which gives him almost unlimited space for choice, and the only thing he needs is time.

Unfortunately, Selin left early.

If Selin, a good sister with a "kind heart" is still there and continues to feed him, he believes that this growth period can greatly shorten the process.

Just as Ted continued to think about his future plans through inheriting knowledge, the crescent moon representing the goddess of the moon, Su Lun, hung high in the sky.

Night has fallen.

Ted was awakened by a wobbly barking mixed with dragon language. But Ted opened his eyes for the first time, but instinctively looked at the old dragon first. Sure enough, he saw the old blue dragon who was still in the distance, looking at the valley with interest. Something seemed to be happening over there that made him happy.

Ted looked along his gaze and suddenly widened his eyes.

Oh, is this really a scene that can be seen by him, this young dragon?

......

At the same time, in the ruins, a group of thin creatures with scale-like dark brown skin crawled out of the cave with various rhizome-like fruits and suspicious jerky that had already smelled.

Boarman.

As the leader of the dog-headed group, Saron, wearing an orange ragged shirt, directed his tribe to gather the food from nature onto several small cars, and then began today's "takeout delivery".

Saron carefully selected some of the best-quality potatoes, palm roots and a few big crabs picked up by the beach in several small carts. He swallowed the saliva secreted by hunger, stuffed the food he had put together into the seven small leather bags behind him, and tied his shriveled belly with a straw rope. Then he walked to a relatively complete tilted building, knocked on the door lightly, and then raised his head and shouted:

"Meddy, Miss Meddy, open the door and get up for dinner. Only when you have enough stomachs can you participate in the hunting, Wang!"

With a creaking sound, a naked orc with a little sweat stain pushed the windowsill on the second floor, which was nailed with a few decaying wooden boards. A strange crackling and moaning sound of the wooden boards immediately came from inside, and a stinking smell mixed with sweat, feet, and an unpleasant smell from unknown where it originated. The orc bowed his head and asked without hesitation:

"Is it for five?"

Saron was stunned, "Aren't he still three people yesterday?"

The orc used his fingers as thick as radish to buckle his nose and wiped his nose on the window ridge, and curled his lips and said:

"Little Medi had four new boyfriends yesterday, and two more died at night. I quickly threw the food on it. I was almost starving to death. If you talk nonsense, I don't mind changing the leader of your tribe, and then having a dog meat pot to replenish the nutrition."

Saron raised his claws and scratched his head. He skillfully put it out from several other leather bags, wrapped it in the pocket and threw it on.

The orc caught it, grabbed a crab that was still dancing tongs and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it like a pot-eating helmet, and then closed the window with a bang.

Salon looked at the windowsill with eyes wide open, and even shouted:

"Miss Medi, see you tomorrow. If you are attracted by a dragon crown one day, don't forget your loyal puppy kowtow, Saron."

Miss Medi's long nod came from the gap in the wooden window, like a goddess' sigh.

Ah, Miss Medi responded to me again today.

The dog-kowled Saron smiled with satisfaction and continued to carry the hard-earned food to deliver to the remaining six families, without exception, all of which occupied the best female living environment.

Among them were Miss Medi, who was happy to have a boyfriend, a gray dwarf with beards and sled hammers to repair weapons, and even a Drow elf who would dance in a veil whenever the full moon was high but no one dared to disturb him.

Because his father since childhood, his father's father told him that as dog-headed men, their lifelong ambition was to pursue a great dragon to follow his horse's tail, strengthen their own tribe, and let the tribe regain the nobility and dignity of the dragon's blood descendants.

But since their tribe was thrown on this deserted island by the blue dragon, it has never known that fifty years have passed, or two or three hundred years have passed. They watched helplessly as alien races were chosen by giant dragons to take them away from this abandoned land, but no giant dragon has ever seen them directly.

So the smart kowtowish Saron simply changed his mind. Since he couldn't stand the dragon, he might as well just lick the reserve relatives who had the chance to be taken away.

Being a family member of the reserve family, isn’t that the family member of the giant dragon?

And based on the rules he has summarized over the past decade since he can remember, the Blue Dragon Crown's subordinates seem to prefer female relatives.

Nowadays, with their daily "productivity" of the kobolds, he can help Saron lick seven ladies of the reserve family at the same time.

When he thought of this, Salon felt proud, with a faint look of expectation in his eyes.

Ah, I don’t think about it anymore, I have to boil some bath water for that young lady Dower. She must be very tired after dancing.

At this moment, a scarlet light suddenly burst out from the deepest part of the valley, and a strong sulfur breath swept across all directions.

"Tiamat is here. It's so early tonight. Miss Dower didn't wait for the bath water. You're not angry!"

The dog-headed people who were distributing food, including Salon, immediately ran away with their heads and hurried back to the narrow caves, handed the "hunter" to the "hunters".

At the same time, Ted, standing on the hill and looking down at all, couldn't help but exclaim:

"Gate of the Abyss!"

At this moment, the old blue dragon's sigh sounded in his ears:
Chapter completed!