Chapter 187: Chapter 89: Juvenile Dragon Hunt! Catman Tribe Dimension Space.
On the projection page from the God perspective, the thing Duncan feared most happened.
The juvenile dragon’s appetite had skyrocketed, and this lake was no longer enough to satisfy its hunting needs.
Great Britain temporarily entered a period of peaceful development. He was able to entrust the management of the first Human Form to restore the economic level of the territory, so most of his attention shifted to the second Human Form.
——Little fellow, why are you hungry again?
——Hmm. You really can eat.
——You seem stronger than the other juvenile dragons. You’d better find a new hunting ground before you eat up all the prey around here.
Ever since Duncan engraved the Power of Gluttony, the dragon’s inherited memory became quite chatty.
It reminded the juvenile dragon to eat every day, then urged it to be cautious and not provoke those extremely powerful enemies.
This thing was quite useful.
With consciousness in proxy control, Duncan basically didn’t have to worry about encountering formidable foes, as the juvenile dragon would be very careful to hide itself.
In just over a month, the second Human Form’s size had already doubled, especially in the last half month when its growth had been very rapid. Its sharp dragon claws and fangs had fully developed, and its extended dragon wings spanned nearly one and a half meters, with its weight also more than doubling, resembling a small foal.
The nearby Frost Giant tribe had already migrated.
After Duncan took over control of the second Human Form, he observed through the God perspective and, finding no dangerous targets nearby, cautiously guided the juvenile dragon to explore the surrounding region.
——Oh, little fellow, your adventurous genes have started to stir again.
——Alright then. Good luck to you.
The dragon’s inherited memory bubbled up with two lines of text and then fell silent. Whenever the juvenile dragon started to deviate from the behavior guidelines of the dragon’s inherited memory, it would quickly go quiet.
"The nearby fish population has significantly decreased."
"The ice is still very thick."
"Winter must not have departed yet."
Duncan guided the juvenile dragon to move along the lake toward the river, this area surrounded by lofty mountains with white snow everywhere, where land animals were sparse. Occasionally, a beast resembling a moose could be seen, exhaling faint frost with each breath.
"Are there humans in this world?"
This was Duncan’s current doubt as the juvenile dragon glided underwater like a fish. Since the area beneath the ice differed from the outside, there was no worry about encountering fearsome enemies.
Ordinary cannibal fish were no longer a threat to the juvenile dragon, and it hadn’t yet encountered particularly powerful underwater creatures.
The map on the projection page gradually unfolded.
Duncan didn’t know how far south he had traveled when suddenly a campfire-like mark appeared on the map.
——Ancient Catman Tribe (Cold-adapted) (Two-star Silver Gray)!
Intelligent creatures?
Catmen?
Duncan suddenly became curious. He controlled the juvenile dragon to break through the ice, then poked out a dragon head, looking toward the distant cold-climate forest.
The God perspective detected no enemies nearby.
He hesitated for a moment, then quickly crawled out of the ice surface, flapped his wings a few times to accelerate, and glided into the dense cold-climate forest, landing atop a large tree.
Duncan didn’t dare get too close, intending to rely on the God perspective to observe these catmen.
The distance gradually closed.
In an area of the forest near a mountain peak, an extremely primitive tribe appeared. Their population was under a hundred, most living in caves beneath them, with simple fur tents outside. In the center of the tribe burned a campfire, and stones stacked on the side of the cave formed a primitive altar resembling the ritual stones at Avalon.
——Prehistoric Saber-toothed Tiger (Guardian Spirit) (Three-star Silver Gray).
A massive feline lay beside the primitive altar in the cave.
Sentinels were on guard outside.
Duncan finally saw the appearance of these catmen. They were about 1.6 meters tall, covered in snow-white fur akin to snow leopards, with a few spots. Their limbs were very similar to humanoids with palms and retractable claws. Their facial features were a combination of human and lynx, with all having cat-like whiskers, regardless of gender.
"They can use fire?"
"Looks like they possess a certain level of primitive civilization."
"Prehistoric humanoid species?"
Duncan noticed these catmen showed no obvious hostility. Most were neutral units, ceasing all hunting due to the cold, with tribe members gathered near the caves to keep warm through the winter.
A low growl sounded.
By the primitive altar, the saber-toothed tiger lying asleep on the furs suddenly opened its eyes, letting out a growl directed hundreds of meters away at the position of the second Human Form.
Soon after.
A wizened cat spirit approached from the direction of the campfire, followed by a man and a woman. The male warrior asked puzzledly, "The Ancestral Spirit is uneasy?"
This was no ordinary saber-toothed tiger.
The Catman tribe had a unique ritual magic that allowed the spirits of ancestors to possess the powerful felines of the land, usually prehistoric saber-toothed tigers, or fierce tigers if the tribe was weaker.
These possessed feline beasts served as Guardian Spirits and tribal totems.