Do you believe me when I say I’m not a dragon?

Forcing himself to calm down, Harold opened his mouth and found that his voice was hoarse: "...What do you know?"

Kraft pursed his lips and looked at Harold firmly: "I swear, what I'm going to say next is no joke. It's information I got through careful thinking."

"...Say it."

"——Let me tell you the conclusion directly. After exchanging information with my companions, I think the Gray Scale Dragon came here a few years ago, spread the scale powder and then left."

"why?"

"Have you heard that a fire dragon couple appeared in this forest a few years ago?"

"I heard something."

Kraft's eyes flashed as he looked at Harold, and his words were unwavering: "The gray-scaled dragon came to this forest to find a mate, intending to release the gray miasma to call out its kin. However, due to the scarcity of the kin, it did not wait for its kin. Instead, they waited for a fire dragon that had entered the breeding season. After breeding with it, it escaped under the furious attack of the other half of the fire dragon couple. Faced with the disgust of the gray scale dragon spreading scale powder, the fire dragon couple temporarily worked together to burn it However, before this work was completed, they were blocked by the forest people in the village - they did not know the purpose of the fire dragons, they only thought that they were burning the forest, so they mobilized the entire village to defeat them. As for the remaining ones The scale powder slowly fell silent and was buried in the earth.

——As for why the gray miasma has not turned into the current level, I think there is a possibility: that is, the gray scale dragon's purpose has been achieved.Although the same kind was not summoned, there was still a fire dragon that vented its desire for the breeding season. Therefore, after feeling the pheromones on the subject's body, the scales became silent one after another. "

After saying this series of words, Kraft looked directly into Harold's eyes with bright eyes: "Team Leader Harold, do you think my guess is correct?"

...After a long silence, Harold did not speak, but lowered his head, sometimes frowning, sometimes understanding, sometimes stunned, and sometimes enlightened.

After a while, the night wind blew through Harold's clothes. He suddenly woke up and looked at Kraft's eyes:

"What will happen if these scale powders that have lost their pheromone come into contact with the gray miasma that is full of pheromones?"

"I don't know," Kraft said, "but I think the scale powder buried in the earth may 'wake up'."

Harold was silent. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but seemed to think of something and fell into silence for a long time.

"...Thank you for informing me, Recorder Kraft, I will take care of it." Harold spoke in a low voice. Half of his face was shrouded in shadow, making Kraft unable to see his expression clearly. "Regarding this matter, I also hope that it will be kept confidential from others - for the sake of unnecessary panic..."

"Keep it secret? Leader Harold, I think it would be better to tell others about this..."

Kraft was stunned and was about to say something, but his shoulder was held down heavily by Harold.

"——Please believe me, Recorder Kraft, I will make the wisest judgment, please believe me."

Kraft felt the hands on his shoulders tremble a little. He met Harold's gaze, but his eyes wavered a little under those firm words.

Under Harold's gaze, Kraft's body became a little stiff, but in the end, he nodded his head gently.

Chapter 35: The Law of the Forest

Wow... Wow...

Not far from the waterfall, a black dragon pawed at the mountain wall with its mouth bulging.

The sharp claws of the forelimbs cut open the ground in front of him, digging the cave in front of him deeper and deeper.

Finally, a five-meter-deep hole was dug out by Mercer. He glanced at the claws of his hands distressedly, because the long time of digging had left a lot of signs of damage.

After all, the claws evolved for catching food, but they are still a bit inferior at digging.

Mercer climbed out of the cave upside down, grabbed a nearby tree, and stood it in it, simply reinforcing the structure inside in case it collapsed.

After doing this, Mercer opened his mouth and spat out the herbs in his mouth with a loud sound.

——Soaking in boiling water can eliminate the toxicity of gray miasma, but the giant wolf in the previous experiment proved that this behavior is not acceptable to all creatures. Even if the damage it causes is not fatal, boiling water will scald it. Peel them off.Not to mention that this kind of behavior is still persistent, and you have to soak it every few days.

It was impossible for Mercer to let the monkeys undergo such torture. Since he chose to protect them, he should do it more comprehensively.

So Mercer decided to let the monkeys apply herbal medicine after soaking in water, which should improve the survival rate of the monkeys.

However, Mercer did not know the effect of each grass around him or which one could cure burns. The only thing he knew about was this herb.

He once saw several large cats chewing this herb and licking it onto their injured companions. He didn't think much of it at the time, and now he began to collect these plants on a large scale.

After doing this, Mercer moved some weeds and branches and piled them at the door to provide some basic protection.

This was not to stop the wild beast. Mercer also knew that this poor protection could be easily removed by a human being, not to mention the wild beast.

He was not worried that any wild beasts would come here, because this area itself was the territory of the monkeys, and secondly, Mercer also knew that the wild beasts had a keen sense of smell.Mercer has lived here for several years, so no creature would dare to take the initiative to offend.

"This kind of protection should be enough." Looking at the masterpiece he had been working on for a long time, Mercer nodded with satisfaction and spread his wings to fly.

Of course, this small amount of herbs alone would definitely not be able to provide treatment for the monkeys, so Mercer had to travel back and forth from place to place.

As for now, it should be time to eat.

Mercer's wings cast shadows on the ground. He flapped his wings, and when he was about to fall, the ancient auditory hallucination rang in his heart again:

"...Come here...where are you..."

"I must find you...find you..."

"......Come......"

Mercer stopped abruptly and looked into the distance impatiently.

In sight, the endless gray fog in the distance slowly surged in with overwhelming momentum, which was depressing.

"Is this old thing finished?"

Mercer gritted his teeth and let out an impatient growl. Anyone who kept talking in his head from time to time would be bored, not to mention that the words always had the same content.

It has been several months since he came into contact with the gray fog. Mercer has probably figured out some information about it: the gray fog must be actively released by some terrible creature, and the purpose of the release is probably related to himself. In this auditory hallucination, The "you" probably refers to Mercer himself.

Then Mercer listened for a long time, and it was not difficult to hear the weak tone in the hallucination. I am afraid that in a short time, the subject who released the gray mist will die completely.

What will happen to the gray mist after the subject dies?Mercer didn't know, but the most important goal at the moment was to lead these monkeys through this period until the main body in the gray mist died.

There is a saying that Mercer wanted to rush into the gray mist and kill it right now, but thinking of the corpses he saw on the plain at that time and his uncontrollable sadness, he decided to stay put for a while.

After all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No one knows whether the weak subject still has the strength to kill Mercer.

So Mercer ignored the content of the voice and continued to slide to the ground.

At this time, the monkeys have prepared food, which is still a combination of meat and vegetables, and the amount of meat has been decreasing recently.

After all, many creatures began to migrate due to the gray fog, making it much more difficult to hunt, which Mercer could understand.

It's just that he is still growing, so if he doesn't eat and drink enough, Mercer is worried that he will be stunted.

The most obvious manifestation is that his current body shape has grown again, and his length is about one meter longer.

Perhaps a race that is good at hunting should be conquered?

This idea flashed through Mercer's mind, but he quickly shook his head silently and gave up the idea.

No, let's forget it. This is an extraordinary moment and Mercer can't spare the time. He will survive this period first.

After finishing the meal in a hurry, Mercer made way for the former leader to step forward.

However, this time, it did not step forward. Instead, it hunched over and looked at the ground, never moving.

Then several younger and stronger apes came up, grinning at each other while approaching the food.

Mercer narrowed his eyes and understood what was going on.

The leader of the monkey group is naturally Mercer at present. After the former leader was defeated by Mercer three or four years ago, he became the "second in command".As they age, the other monkeys begin to compete for the position of second master.

Although Mercer had suppressed it once before, he didn't expect that it would soon resurface.

After all, this is the law of nature, and it is also the nature engraved in the bones of these beasts.

If it had been in the past, Mercer would have allowed it to happen naturally, but again - now is an extraordinary moment.

The former leader is the closest person to Mercer among the monkeys. Mercer also relies on it as a microphone to order the monkeys to act. Otherwise, Mercer would not be able to give too detailed orders with his dragon roar alone.

Therefore, over time, the former leader became the creature that understood Mercer best. With just one glance, he could understand the meaning of daily things and give orders to the monkeys in a dancing manner.

Mercer needs this kind of ability, and if it were a monkey, it might not be so perfect.

"Roar--"

When the group of strong apes took two more steps, there was a deep dragon roar. The monkeys trembled and looked at Mercer's ferocious vertical pupils.

"Roar!"

When the monkeys were calmed down by him, Mercer roared again and stared at the apes until they slowly retreated in fear and returned to the middle of the monkey group.

Mercer bit into the remaining food and threw it to the former leader not far away, giving a calm growl.

When he saw it slowly picking up and eating, Mercer nodded with satisfaction, turned around and left.

Chapter 36: Backbone

On the spaceship, Luo Er walked forward quickly, frowned and came to a door, and knocked on the door hastily.

After a while, a voice came from the room: "Come in."

Luo Er opened the door and quickly came to the table.

Harold, who was sitting on his desk, looked at the unhappy Lohr with doubts on his face: "Miss Lohr? What's the reason for you coming here?"

"——I heard that Grandma Lizi left the villagers to you to command, right?"

"Are you talking about this?" Harold was stunned, and then explained: "Ms. Lohr, I know that the residents of your village don't like to be controlled, but this is also a behavior that cannot be helped. Your village likes to take over tasks based on preference. Mission operation, but this is too inefficient, I want to change the mode..."

"But that's not the point-"

Luo Er hurriedly interrupted Harold's words. She frowned and asked: "You said it was for efficiency, but I have learned that compared with the resources obtained by our team that simplified the potion formula, those who received the task of preventing the gray miasma operation The potions received by the people are still too few, and such a small amount of potions cannot stop the path of the gray miasma!"

"Someone has also raised this point with me. My answer to him is: with the existing potion materials, it can only be simplified. Although it can barely be made to resist the gray miasma, it is still not enough to deal with an accident if it occurs. That’s why I focused on simplifying potion recipes.”

"But after all, the potion they supplied is still too little, right? It's almost five times the original amount!"

"But if you do this, you won't have enough materials to experiment with the simplification of the potion, right?"

"It's been made."

"--what?"

As soon as Lor finished speaking, Harold showed a look of astonishment.

"The simplification of the potion has been made." Luo Er reiterated, "As long as specific nectar water is added at a certain temperature, the potion's medicinal power can be greatly stimulated, and the effect of the potion can be improved at the same amount. Half, fortunately, this nectar water is easily collected near our village.”

"..."

Harold was silent for a while, and Lor stared at him quietly.

After a while, Harold suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, "——That's it, that's really great."

He raised his head, looked at Luo Er gratefully, and said: "Although I have said it many times, I still want to say thank you. Without your help, the progress of our scholars would have stagnated until now."

He stood up and bent deeply towards her.

"Ah...you're welcome." Seeing Harold's sudden and solemn thanks, Luo Er was stunned for a moment, stepped back and waved his hand.

Harold's sincere behavior made Lor feel embarrassed to speak in the irritable tone just now: "In short, I hope you will provide more potions to those who block the gray miasma. As for those scholars... ..With all due respect, you don’t need any materials now, right?”

"Indeed. I will now turn the scholars' task into preparing the potion. At the latest, the hunters will be able to get three times the amount of potion tomorrow morning."

Harold replied with approval, and seeing that his goal was achieved, Luol no longer had to stay for a long time: "Then I'll leave it to you."

As the door closed in front of him, the smile on Harold's lips gradually faded. He sat back on the chair again, his thoughts racing.

"Lore... is such a genius. She has a better future as a scholar than as a hunter..." These words were Harold's heartfelt words. He sighed with emotion. But he looked at the notes on the table and said, "Unfortunately, it's too late."

Originally, he was a little worried about whether Lore would affect his plan, but if that was all, he didn't have to worry about anything.

Next, just wait for that "accident" to happen.

......

After Lorre returned, Harold did not go back on his word, but immediately began to distribute a large amount of potions to all the hunters on the mission, and then abolished all the previous groups and replaced them with all the scholars refining the medicines.

Such a huge change made Luo Er very satisfied, and the irritability in his heart calmed down.

That night, when everyone fell asleep, the gray miasma was still spreading steadily forward, attaching itself to plants and creatures.

However, when they came into contact with a piece of land, a change occurred.

At first, just a little bit of gray fog emerged from the ground, and then like a fuse that was lit, the entire land quickly released a large amount of gray fog in a short period of time.

The two gray mist merged together, like an ever-extending claw, slowly grabbing towards the village...

— the next day.

The noisy sound woke Harold up. He quietly got up and changed his clothes. He looked at the sleeping Kelisi beside him and frowned. After gently stroking her hair, he gently left the room.

Arriving at the bow of the ship, the first thing that caught our eyes was the uneasy exchanges among the scholars. Some even stood on the observation deck, looking into the distance with telescopes.

As he arrived, someone shouted: "The team leader is here!" After that, the scholars looked at him one after another.