The hungry juvenile dragon had already started feasting, a habit Duncan found hard to adjust to. The juvenile dragon crunched on bones with crisp sounds, and the giant dragon, just awoken from dormancy, was extremely hungry, even gnawing the Big Horned Moose’s head into pieces, savoring its brain as creamy as butter.
From god’s perspective, the juvenile dragon’s row of sharp teeth resembled a rasping file.
At some point, sharp dragon bones grew at the end of the juvenile dragon’s two sides of dragon wings, meaning that when wielding its wings, it resembled a spear.
When the juvenile dragon spread its wings, the span already exceeded three meters.
A Big Horned Moose over four hundred pounds was devoured in just over ten minutes, leaving only its antlers on the ground, and even the intestines were consumed as if they were spicy strips, with the juvenile dragon’s instinctive feeding seeming to particularly relish such things.
"Damn it, how can the wildlife be enough for you to eat!"
Duncan’s expression was grave as he murmured, "A moose grows this big, it takes many years, and eating it in one meal only leaves you half full."
Indeed.
The juvenile dragon was still not full.
Duncan had to rely on his god-like perspective to track again, and after half an hour, captured another Big Horned Moose, which added up to about half a ton before the juvenile dragon let out a satisfied belch.
Heavens!
Nearly half a ton of prey, enough for Duncan to provide an extra meal for a thousand-strong British Legion.
The two moose together weighed around eight or nine hundred pounds, and the juvenile dragon didn’t even weigh that much, yet it seemed like it could eat a bit more.
—— Hmm. Little one.
—— Your appetite is a bit too voracious.
—— If this continues.
—— The nearby animals will be all eaten by you, you’d better not drive them to extinction.
A series of bubbles appeared.
After entering its rapid growth phase, the draconic inheritance seemed to have realized that this peculiar dragon’s astonishing appetite had grown even more outrageous.
If things go on like this, the local food chain would likely collapse under its consumption.
"No way."
"Recruitment of dragon vassals and servants needs to be put on the agenda."
Duncan felt that with the dragon developing this way, a small kingdom might be needed in the future to sustain it. Only animal husbandry could support its astonishing appetite, and the wild animals outside might be driven to extinction by it in just a few months.
The snowstorm seemed to have lessened a little.
Duncan maneuvered the juvenile dragon to ascend rapidly, its figure skimming over the nearby snow-capped mountains, searching for a new nesting spot near steep cliffs. With the ability to fly freely, the juvenile dragon had best build its Dragon’s Nest in a place unreachable by conventional means.
After flying around this area, no suitable place was found for the time being, but there were several preliminary spots, although all required him to dig out by himself.
Unintentionally.
Duncan had flown to a place he’d scouted earlier, marked by a campfire on the strategic map.
—— Ancient Catman Tribe.
As Duncan approached, he suddenly seemed to hear a desolate horn sound, and then smelled a hint of blood with the dragon’s keen sense of smell.
The juvenile dragon’s figure dove down, sweeping past trees dozens of meters tall, approaching the Catman Tribe ahead.
—— Northern Bear (Two-Star Silver-Gray).
Through the god-like perspective, Duncan saw some excessively bulky, sturdy warriors; they didn’t share the human features of Catmen but were humanoid bear monsters, somewhat resembling polar bears, appearing more primitive, relying on thick snow-white fur to resist the cold, with fewer weapons, mostly attacking with sharp claws directly.
They seemed to be an incompletely evolved humanoid species, with bear paws incapable of dividing into five agile fingers.
The battle had been raging for a while.
The enemy numbers weren’t many, only about a dozen Bearmen, but with larger physiques, their physical prowess was overwhelmingly superior. The advantage of the Catmen was in their weaponry, even wielding sharp long knives; they were smaller and quite agile, fully displaying the agility of feline creatures.
But Northern Bearmen could afford many mistakes, while they could only afford one.
Crack!
With a piercing scream, a spotted female Catman was grabbed and torn in half, spilling intestines and hot steam onto the ground.
She had been quite agile, previously maneuvering between two Northern Bearmen, narrowly avoiding danger each time.
But this time she erred, and with her death, two more Catmen nearby were swiftly crushed by giant bear paws, their swing immense, claws slashing open bellies.
"These are at least at Expert Level in combat skills."
Hovering in the sky for a moment, Duncan was slightly tempted, as Form Two of the human form had too few combat skills; its claws and fangs were at Master Level.
"Find an opportunity to kill one?"
Woo woo woo!
Just then, a desolate horn sounded again, and at the rear of the Ancient Catman Tribe, a faint spiritual light appeared on a simple altar, not very conspicuous in the wind and snow, but as the stones around the altar lit up with visible ghostly glows, the Catman Priest, who had been kneeling in prayer, stood up, and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Great Ancestral Spirit!"
"Please protect us!"
In an instant.
A row of characters flashed across the projection page.
"Detected spell fluctuation."
"Detected spirit being appearance."
One by one, half-real, half-illusory figures appeared beside the ancient Catman Priest, gradually solidifying, even carrying weapons and armor, like agile leopards joining the battle.
—— High-tier Catman Hunter (Ancestral Spirit)(Priest Heroic Spirit)(Three-Star Whiteboard)!
—— Praised Hunter-Cook (Ancestral Spirit)(Lower Heroic Spirit)(Three-Star Silver-Gray)!
—— Catman Totem Warrior (Ancestral Spirit)(Priest Heroic Spirit)(Three-Star Whiteboard)!
Heroic Spirits?!
Duncan looked quite surprised.
These should be creatures summoned through Ritual Magic, two unnamed, one named, marked as ’Praised Hunter.’
—— Praised Hunter-Cook [Lower Heroic Spirit]: Unlike other Ancestral Spirits of Catman Priests, Cook had a bit of legend in this world. He was a renowned famous hunter, even after death, recognized as a Lower Heroic Spirit with a name and reputation.
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