Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 4 Destroying you has nothing to do with you!

Italek didn't know his sister's complicated state of mind, and even if he knew, he didn't care.

Instead, it came from a certain information in the inherited memory, which made Itarek deeply interested in it many years ago, and now he happened to go there to see it.

In a coastal area in the north, the image of a simple city is fleeting in the memory of a certain black dragon.

Italek was curious.

In the early days of today's world development, how did ancient civilizations revive in this barren land?
Moreover, this is not only satisfying one's thirst for knowledge, exposure to new knowledge can also play a beneficial role in promoting the growth of Italek's strength.

It is no exaggeration to say that the current Italek has mastered all the dragon language magic!

This is also related to the fact that at the beginning of all things, the amount of dragon language magic contained in the inherited memory is very small.

On this basis, Itarek, with the help of the Mark of the Erudite, brought forth new ideas from the old, and finally spent many years creating his own first dragon language magic!
Benign Digestion.

——Passive effect, the ability of the stomach to digest food is stronger, food intake is increased, and the body will grow stronger!

Although the name and effect seem unserious, the effect of this spell is indispensable for the reason why Itarek can grow so strong now!

And as long as Itarek can continue to live, this dragon language magic will still subtly strengthen his body.

The speed is slow, but it is better than the long flow of water and the absolute non-toxic and harmless!

If one day Italek dies, the benign digestion technique will also enter the palace of memory inheritance and be entrusted to the future black dragon hatchlings.

However, after all the knowledge in the inherited memory was digested, Italek's improvement in magic also fell into a bottleneck.

In the final analysis, he could not find any more knowledge to learn from.

Being born early has great benefits, which allows Italek to make more preparations for the battle of the worlds.

But it also means that the ceiling is pitifully low in the current period.

Long Qun all rely on talent to make a living.

Anyway, they are at the top of the food chain, and dragon language magic is not valued by the lazy dragons by nature. All fights rely on brutal hand-to-hand combat.
The food chain is solidified.

Itarek's search for knowledge is also incredibly difficult, so he can only hope that the knowledge of other races can comprehend by analogy and bring him some surprises.

And the race that has been able to build cities seems to have a very promising future.

Italek searched patiently.

Follow the route left by the black dragon's memory all the way through the mountains and ridges. When hungry, he hunts by himself. When sleepy, he doesn't care. He just finds a place that can shelter from the rain and sleeps.

There is no need to worry about external dangers at all, the black dragon itself is the most terrifying master of this era!

Just the dragon's power unconsciously emanating from Itarek can dissuade more than [-]% of creatures, even reptiles dare not approach him because of their instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

And it will be 13 years before Itarek stopped trekking.

The fishy smell of the sea made Itarek sneezed uncontrollably. Amidst the sound of waves, a crudely built city was standing on the edge of the ocean.

On the sea in the distance, you can still vaguely see the wreckage of some huge deserted shipwrecks.

And whenever the tide goes back.

Some dark shadows living in the village outside the city can't wait to run out to pick up shellfish and small fish washed on the beach by the waves.

They didn't notice at all that a pair of amber dragon pupils were silently observing them.

From peeping these days, Itarek has learned that this creature calls itself a 'troll', and is born with a powerful recovery ability and physique.

Most of them are about three meters tall.

Male trolls have fangs exposed in the air. The more beautiful the curved arc, the easier it is to be favored by the opposite sex. The female trolls are slightly smaller, and they often take on the responsibility of fishing and gathering medicine in the tribe.

The only clothes on the trolls are grass skirts woven from large leaves, and most of them have no clothes at all, and the main thing is a frankness.

The vitality of the troll is also quite strong.

Even a broken arm or leg is only a minor injury, and can even grow back with the help of herbs.

However, even such extraordinary creatures live with their deadly enemies in this hard-won habitat.

The sea freezes silently.

The sudden drop in temperature caused the trolls who were happily picking up the fish to cry out in panic, and fled desperately to the rocky city behind them.

I saw one image after another similar to the dementors in Itarek's memory, and even the soul eater with the same name floated from the sky, like a cold and floating cloak.

The murmured notes were like the whispers of death, and the withered palms grabbed the trolls who were unfortunately left behind, greedily sucking their lives.

After a while, several ashes and corpses of the terrified trolls were left on the beach.

Ignoring this scene indifferently, natural selection is the law of nature.

And the long-awaited scene of Italek finally happened when the Soul Eater approached the city.

I saw some obviously elite trolls holding weapons with traces of elaborate crafting, roaring and charging fiercely. Although the effect of physical attacks on the Soul Eater was obviously very poor, it still forced a lot of damage. Some Soul Eaters had no choice but to stop here.

As for the remaining Soul Eaters, their fate will not be so gentle.

Some trolls are even rarer, with many strange creatures' bones and oil paint patterns on their bodies, appearing one after another.

Under Italek's interested eyes.

After a while of chanting mantras, these troll priests actually summoned a strange power, causing those soul-devouring demons to fall to the ground crookedly as if poisoned, and were easily killed by the other trolls.

"Sure enough, it is a very interesting power. No doubt I have been looking for you for so long."

Witnessing the escape of the Soul Eater once again, and the rest of the trolls restraining their corpses with sorrowful faces, Itarek was in a very happy mood.

Compared with warriors, Itarek wanted to know the mysteries of those troll priests.

He has a hunch that he can create new dragon language magic from the knowledge of these trolls!

"Since the target has been confirmed, there is no need to continue to hide."

Swah——

Italek suddenly soared into the air.

The huge dragon wings cast a terrifying shadow, flew across the sky, swept across the city, and set off a huge sound that cannot be ignored!

Whether it is a troll civilian in the city, a warrior who has experienced many battles, or a priest who controls voodoo.

When every troll raised their heads and saw that terrifying figure, all of them without exception lost their voices in panic at this moment, and there was a flood of panic and fear hidden in their eyes!
It was as if a hand was holding their hearts tightly.

The dragon power that seemed to be solidified oppressed everyone to kneel to the ground, but the blank brain still faithfully and deeply remembered the fear, and the body instinctively shook like chaff, thinking that the end of the Zangula troll was coming.

No one doubts.

All it takes is an easy dive attack by that stalwart creature, and this city, which was built with the painstaking efforts of countless trolls, will be on the verge of collapse in an instant!
Even more cruel.

Whether the Zangula troll will step into the opportunity of destruction today, or even only depends on the thought of that terrifying giant beast, the Zangula troll has no power to determine its own destiny.

Destroying you has nothing to do with you! !
above the sky.

Italek ignored the countless trolls who had collapsed into despair.

The huge dragon's head turned slightly, and Italek was struggling with a very simple, but particularly commemorative question.

Where should the first lair be built?
(End of this chapter)