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

So she just sealed off her heart and used it as a tool to convey the will of the gods.

But even if she gave up her curiosity about the outside world, she was still absorbing knowledge instinctively. Perhaps deep down in her heart, she was unwilling to give in. At least she hoped that she could understand the "divine power" of the black dragon and understand why he could communicate with it. Even if the final answer is a mysterious and mysterious spirit or soul, she is already satisfied.

But... the black dragon's "divine power" doesn't stop there. As a tool for spreading messages, she can feel what the black dragon is doing in order to accomplish its purpose. This behavior of paying close attention to believers is really not like a god, but rather Said...somewhat similar to the lords mentioned in the books.

She does not believe that the black dragon controls the villagers just to eat more food. He must have some deeper goals, unless he intends to swallow them together. But even if she has some speculation in her heart, she can only serve as the black dragon's The priest just stared at it.

She caressed the book in her hand and leaned against the mountain wall.The sense of security brought by the absence of the black dragon relaxed her tense spirit slightly, and she fell asleep quickly.

......

On the other side, ignoring the time Mercer went to the forest, he came to the range of the forest.

He spread black mist here not long ago, and these scales can survive for a long time in a comfortable environment.At this moment, the black mist has reached a certain scale. From a distance, it is about one-tenth the size of the forest.

He couldn't help but compare the speed of the gray mist spreading to his father, the gray dragon.

The spread of the black mist, which has most of the restrictions, is indeed inferior to it, but if Mercer releases scale powder as desperately as it does and ignores all ecological disasters, the final outcome is still open to question.

Shaking his head, Mercer came into the black mist, spread out his broken wings, and trembled slightly.

The black mist slowly lingered around him, and Mercer closed his eyes in it, sensing everything in it through the black mist.

"Mountain Monster"... This kind of thing was not the thing that he paid most attention to. He immediately began to check whether the creatures living in the black mist had any changes because of him.

...After checking it over, Mercer shook his head, feeling extremely tired.

The environment in this forest was too complex, so the information fed back to his mind was also very messy. The various branches and trees were intertwined, like a huge maze.

At the same time, the creatures in it are also diverse, but they are all quite healthy.

There are wild boars covered with bristles, giant bears with a tail on their backs, lynxes that can stand on two legs and hold tools...

...Wait, you have a tool?

Mercer narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction that the black mist sensed, where he was heading.

The deeper you go, the narrower the surrounding environment becomes, eventually reaching the point where even the size of a human being cannot fit through it.

In his perception, many bobcats were only about one meter tall and looked similar to cats. They were leisurely wiping rough tools.

As he approached, some lynxes raised their heads and sniffed around, and began to panic. They quickly dug holes in the ground and screamed to urge their fellow cats to escape.

Upon seeing this, Mercer immediately swooped forward and tore away the surrounding vines, covering a distance of several hundred meters in an instant.

But even though Mercer was fast, those lynxes were even faster.When Mercer felt it, he could only see the hind legs of the last lynx flapping, and finally squeezed into the hole in the ground.

——However, there are some things that speed alone cannot do. What speed cannot make up for can be replaced by strength.

Mercer's eyes narrowed, and he stretched out his claws to scratch the ground. His strong claws pierced into it, and the whole arm did not touch the ground. When Mercer pulled out his arm again, he had already caught several in his hand and screamed sharply. lynx.

"Meow meow meow!"

The hair on these lynxes exploded all over their bodies and they struggled wildly, but Mercer could not let them escape.

The black mist spread, and Mercer immediately felt the soil not far away being pulled away, and a pair of eyes looking at him from it.

Then, a hollow pipe protruded from the hole.

There was a sound of searching, and the thin needle in the tube shot out, piercing Mercer's glowing wound that was not covered by scales.

Immediately, by monitoring the changes in his body, Mercer felt the toxin contained in the needle.

——It's not fatal, it just brings a strong drowsy effect.

However, it was of no use to Mercer.

After pulling out the needle, Mercer also caught the lynx that shot the flying needle without exception and looked at it carefully.

Mercer discovered that although these populations can only make sounds similar to "meow", they have complex syllables and changes. This sound alone can clearly reveal its meaning.

——Do you mean to let me go...?

Timid, united, and able to use tools...how did this group of creatures evolve?

Looking at these lynxes, Mercer fell into deep thought.

Chapter 149: Cooperation

Mercer speculated that they evolved from some kind of cat, but because they did not develop for a long time, they may just be the primitive stage of humans.

Among the strange evolution of [Catastrophe] that I learned from Rachel, it is not surprising that there is a race that specializes in wisdom skills.

During the brief encounter, Mercer learned that they were not good at making items. Their arm structure was completely different from that of humans, so even the tools they used were extremely crude.

But on the other hand, they have also inherited the agility of cats, can sense distant dangers, and are much more agile.

If the guess is correct, the "mountain monsters" people call them should be this race.

After all, based on Mercer's understanding of this forest, if other creatures here really want to rob the villagers, I am afraid that no one will be able to bring back the news of the "mountain demon" alive.

——So, what should we do next?

As long as they are driven away, the villagers' fishing will not be disturbed, but this would be too wasteful.

Facing them, Mercer thought of other ways to deal with them.

So he let go of his hand, let the bobcats fall to the ground, and quickly burrowed away.

Then he looked around and his figure faded into the black mist.

...For the next few days, Mercer watched them through the black mist.

He learned that what these bobcats are best at is using traps. They will use their short size to hide and stare at a creature.

They will know the movement routes of these creatures in advance and make traps in advance.

Bobcats do not actively hunt. Perhaps their size is too dangerous to face this group of creatures. Their main method of replenishing food is stealing and robbing - after the creature hunts and before eating, the bobcats will eat from it. It will jump out of the dark and shoot an anesthetic needle to put it to sleep. If that doesn't work, it will try to irritate it and attract it to a nearby trap. When it is trapped, it will take away the food of that creature.

Of course, such behavior will not be successful every time. Sometimes if they encounter a thick-skinned creature that doesn't eat the trap, they can only return with an empty stomach.

Fortunately, the bobcats are agile enough to escape immediately when they encounter someone they can't defeat.

——In the grass, several bobcats were lying on the ground, moving forward cautiously.

Not far from them, there was a brown bear holding a big fish.

Several lynxes looked at the big fish under the brown bear's paws, and couldn't help but become distracted.

It wasn't until their companions knocked them on the head hard that they woke up, started holding the blowpipe with two paws, and shot out a porcupine's spike.

The spikes flew out quickly, piercing the brown bear's skin, leaving half of it exposed.

The sleeping toxin stained on the spikes quickly took effect. The brown bear first looked around fiercely, then his vision became more and more blurred, and finally he lay down on the ground.

Seeing this, the bobcats quickly came to the big fish and carried it away.

Since the sleeping toxin is made from plants around the lynx's habitat, its effect is not strong and it is easy to wake up once it is stimulated by the outside world, so they do not attack the brown bears who have no resistance.

——Just when they were about to leave this place, an accident suddenly struck.

A flying dragon fell from the sky and caught the big fish and the sleeping brown bear.

Under the tension, the lynx's claws and scales got stuck together, and they flew high into the sky together with the big fish amid screams, leaving only the panicked sounds of their companions on the ground.

The flying dragon flew high into the sky quickly, and some of the lynxes, even though they had broken free from the fish scales, looked at the height below and were so frightened that they hugged the big fish tightly.

Just as they were swinging in the high air, a dragon roar suddenly sounded, causing the flying dragon to sway, its lower limbs loosened, and the big fish and brown bear it held fell.

Amidst the screams of the bobcats, their downward trend suddenly stopped. They landed on a tough mat and bounced a few times before sliding to the ground.

After they woke up for a while, they looked around, only to find a huge black dragon in front of them watching them calmly. On his wings, a lynx slid past dizzy and fell to the ground.

It was obvious that the pad that caught them just now was Mercer's wing membrane. After seeing that they were awake, Mercer bit the big fish and threw it in front of them.

Staring blankly at the big fish in front of him and Mercer eating the brown bear indifferently, the lynx cheered and left the place with the big fish in his arms.

Seeing them not looking back, Mercer swallowed the brown bear and turned his eyes to the other side.

There, the flying dragon from before flapped its wings and landed slowly, looking at Mercer.

Mercer grunted and told it to leave.

...After that, Mercer repeatedly traveled back and forth to the lynx habitat to properly cultivate feelings.

Now, they have reached the point where they will not panic and run away as long as the group is together. Of course, if only a few lynxes meet Mercer, they will still run away.

At this time, Mercer came to their habitat with a five-meter-long fish in his mouth, threw it in front of them, and then made a straightforward sound.

——Submit and I will give you more.

It is worth mentioning that the tone of Mercer's request was softened as much as possible, which meant that there was room for relaxation in the content of "surrender", or that the meaning of surrender could also be judged by the Bobcats as: transaction.

In Mercer's observation, their culture contains steps of trading: when a lynx covets something from another lynx, there must be items of corresponding value, such as shiny small stones, beautiful flowers and A tree branch, or a big fat fish.

As for the leader of their group... Mercer actually doubted whether there really was such a thing. The atmosphere among their groups was relatively harmonious and there was no such absolute leader.

Therefore, based on their cultural level, it is not impossible to accept Mercer's request.Although they are not as loyal as those villagers, they will still obey Mercer's words as long as they have enough food.

"Meow meow--"

Hearing Mercer's request, they made a few confused sounds. After asking complicated questions, they tentatively touched the big fish in front of them for a while, and then gathered together to make messy meows.

After a while, the group of lynxes came to Mercer and made a rising and falling sound.

"Meow! Meow, meow - meow!"

There was a hesitant tone in his voice at first, but he couldn't resist the temptation of food.

To roughly translate it, that is - we promised you, but if you ask us to do anything suspicious, we will never agree!

Hearing this, Mercer smiled with satisfaction, opened his mouth, and let out a complex roar.

Chapter 1: Python migration

After reaching a deal with the lynxes, Mercer asked the flying dragon in the forest to take him back and landed in the volcano.

The huge figure stepped on the ground with the assistance of a large number of flying dragons, making a chaotic sound.

Rachel was startled and immediately covered her ears with a look of pain on her face.

The sharp screams of the flying dragon and the sound of flapping wings filled the surroundings in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

It wasn't until Feilong left after a while that the surrounding area became quiet.

Rachel released her hands covering her ears, raised her ears and listened to her surroundings.

At the same time, she stood up and showed a respectful expression.

She understood that the "god" had returned.

A strange but familiar feeling rushed over my face, like a breeze blowing across my face, and I seemed to sense something in my heart.

——Only a little of the surrounding black mist remained after Mercer left. Mercer spread his wings to make up for it, allowing the black mist to fill the volcano again.

He came to Rachel and sent a message:

——Call the villagers over.

......

A trained hound was tied to the edge of the volcano. After the chain was released, the hound ran back.

After a while, several villagers hurriedly caught up.

Facing the villagers, Rachel opened her mouth and conveyed Mercer's words calmly:

"Inform everyone in the village that the matter of the 'mountain monster' has been solved by the gods. If you encounter them, you only need to pay half of the harvest, and you will be safe and sound."

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of surprise.

They looked at each other and then asked tentatively: "So, can we go fishing in the forest?"

"As long as you abide by the rules, the 'mountain demon' will not harass you. But the beasts in the forest are not within this scope." Rachel nodded slightly and said.

"understand!"

The villagers nodded repeatedly, with joy on their faces, and then left.

——After that, some time passed.

The weather is getting warmer, the snow is beginning to melt, and everything is coming back to life on this land, showing a thriving scene.

If you just looked at the scenery in front of you, no one would believe that it was a land of ice and snow not long ago.