Chapter 283: Chapter 147: True Dragon Bloodline The Juvenile Dragon, upon returning, saw the marked Northern wolf pack again.
"Forget it."
"Let’s settle the giant tribe first. There’s simply no extra energy to tame the wolf pack at this time."
Duncan observed for a moment and quickly gave up. Wolves could indeed be tamed into dogs, but current conditions were lacking, and taming was a troublesome process. The Catman tribe needed to recover first so they could tame them themselves.
Inside the Dragon’s Nest.
About a dozen Lizard Eggs were already placed where the Juvenile Dragon hibernated. It was impossible for a Giant Dragon to hatch them personally, so they were left nearby to absorb the Giant Dragon’s dissipating magic power. Occasionally, a few drops of dragon blood would be given, with dragon scales shed in battle placed among them. Whether they would hatch was uncertain.
But as long as there were still signs of life, leaving them there wouldn’t hurt, and perhaps they’d hatch after all.
At this moment, a scroll made of Elf Hide was spread in front of the Juvenile Dragon.
Don’t ask where the hide came from. Resources were scarce in the Northern Land, and the skin of sentient beings could also be stripped and used.
— Weak Healing Technique (Entry Level).
— Fire Tongue Technique (Entry Level).
— Lightning Strike (Entry Level).
What was recorded here was the magic of this world, strictly speaking Elf Magic, as humans had also learned it from the High Elves.
Here, anyone could learn spells.
There was no threshold for learning magic at all. An ordinary adult man, with the magic power within him, could cast many spells, easily conjuring one or two large fireballs. The biggest differences were learning ability, talent, and whether there was an opportunity to learn spells to harness this innate magic power. After all, the elves of this world were not generous, and spells they mastered rarely leaked out.
In the Lost Horizon, all intelligent races were considered the offspring of gods.
A day passed quickly.
As the Juvenile Dragon slowly rose, a flame appeared in its Dragon Claw, needing neither incantations nor casting actions, allowing for completely instant spellcasting.
Of course, it wasn’t just the dragon capable of this; most intelligent beings could do it too.
This most basic level of spell, once learned, could be instantly cast by anyone and was a result of the world’s abundant magic raising everyone to the same level. Only intermediate and advanced spells needed incantations and rituals; if performed by top High Elf Mages, many powerful spells were instant cast as well.
"With such a gift from the world, how can it not develop into a strong magic civilization?"
The Juvenile Dragon flipped its Dragon Claw, and the flame turned into jumping lightning, then flames appeared in the left claw and lightning in the right one. With a gentle lift of the claw, an arc shot out, and a slight wave of the paw sent a weak flame flying out.
There was no conflict of attributes; even Ice Dragons could use fire magic. Although spells were cast separately with each hand, lacking corresponding skills meant they couldn’t be fused or cast simultaneously.
"The spellcasting threshold of this world is too low."
"Wasteful!"
"Simply a shameful waste!"
The Juvenile Dragon squeezed its Dragon Claw, and the faint light of the two spells disappeared simultaneously. According to Duncan’s understanding, this world’s law inherently allowed instant spellcasting because the magic power was too abundant, with even roadside plants containing a hint of magical power. Simple tricks required no preparation; once magic flowed and connected with natural elements, the spellcasting was completed the next second.
"After so many cycles, hasn’t a strong magic civilization emerged to break the stalemate of oblivion?"
Duncan slightly closed his eyes, engraving the Elf Rune in his mind, one of the sources of the spell’s origin, researched by the High Elves from the earliest days.
Just a touch of Legendary Level, and it was fully engraved.
Below the Dragon’s Nest.
Catmen were also learning spells, only they could condense a very weak flame and a little jumping arc, not as impressive as the Giant Dragon. Truly mastering a trick might take a bit more time, but the fact that they could create a small flame in half a day proved the essence of their body’s magic power.
In this world, any person, even an imbecile, if thrown into another world, would naturally be a magic power genius!
A world where mastering magic was as simple as breathing.
Could still be so backward?
Unbelievable.
The Juvenile Dragon’s figure slowly descended in front of the temple. The Catman Dragon Priest led a small team of hunters who knelt on one knee, saying solemnly, "Great Master."
"A part of our tribe fled to the swamps in the northwest direction."
"But it’s full of poison, plague, and disease there."
"They probably won’t survive. I want to send out a team of hunters to recruit them."
"If successful, the tribe will grow several times its current population."
The Catman tribes were small, usually consisting of just two to three hundred people. Those who managed to escape typically were mostly adults, and having one to two hundred left was considered fortunate.
Recruiting the fleeing tribe?
Yes.
No need to worry about it themselves; they were already figuring out ways to restore population.
The Juvenile Dragon slowly nodded, "Go ahead."
After speaking, it plucked a Dragon Scale and gifted it to the leading Catman Hunter.
Upon receiving the Giant Dragon’s permission, the elder Catman Priest began instructing the hunters on what to look out for along the way, which areas to avoid, where was safe, and what to do if they encountered enemies, and so forth.
In this era, tribal elders were the holders of wisdom, with survival skills of utmost importance.
The Juvenile Dragon once more flew towards the Giant Tribe.