Red Dragon Monster Hunter Template.

"My foolish younger brothers and sisters, your elder brother—the great Thor, the future master of this wilderness, has decided to take pity on you and give you a chance to make a fortune."

Over the next ten days, each of you will bring back prey for me. Whoever brings back the most prey will get the magic crystal!

The two fledgling dragons, who had been lying on the ground taking a nap out of boredom, immediately raised their heads upon hearing this, staring at the dragon crystal on Thor's claws, their eyes gleaming.

But then, as if they had thought of something, they said warily.

"Damn it, you're not going to make us eat this again, are you?!"

"If that's the case, we won't do it no matter what, so just give up on that idea!"

Thor calmly shook his head.

"No! No! No! You have complete control over this magic crystal. Whether you eat it or keep it, it's fine."

The two young dragons looked conflicted. They didn't want to go out in this cold weather either, but the thought of the treasure...

In the end, it was Sistana who made the decision first.

She kicked Kalp aside and flapped her wings as she flew out of the cave.

"No problem, I'll go first today, but you have to keep your word!"

Watching the crimson figure disappear into the wind and snow, Thor swished his tail contentedly, then looked at Kalp, who remained in the cave, and said enticingly.

"If Sistana is lucky enough to catch a large prey today, it will be very difficult for you to surpass her tomorrow."

How about we start working hard today, go catch some prey and store it, and bring it to me together with tomorrow's?

That way, you'll have a much better chance of winning and obtaining this sparkling magic crystal.

As he spoke, he shook the dragon crystal on his claws, causing Karp's gaze to follow. Karp swallowed hard, turned around, and rushed out of the cave.

The entire cave fell silent instantly, with only a soft, fleeting voice echoing in the air.

"Two idiots."

…………

The harsh winter in the wilderness didn't last long, at least that's what Thor thought.

After sacrificing a few small pieces of dragon crystal, he slept comfortably until spring, thanks to the care of Sistana and Karp.

As the first warm breeze of early spring blows, the snow that has accumulated throughout the winter begins to melt, water seeps into the ground, and plants sprout tender buds.

Thor crawled out of the cave, stretched comfortably, and the joints and scales on his body collided, making a crisp crackling sound.

The pure life force brought by the pterosaur template and the gas frog template gradually began to show its effects. In addition, with the dragon crystal replenishing energy, his size has increased significantly, now reaching 4.3 meters.

The wings on its back are exceptionally large, with a wingspan reaching an astonishing 7 meters when spread out.

Even without relying on innate magical abilities, the reaction force generated by flapping wings alone would probably be enough to propel the body into flight.

Feeling restless and yearning for adventure, he decided to embark on a long-awaited hunt. With a flap of his wings, he leaped into the sky and soared away in circles.

As he passed the gentle slope where the boarmen were, Thor took a moment to glance at his retinue.

As winter passed, their numbers dwindled, whether from freezing to death or dying while foraging for food.

This is actually the norm for many creatures in the wilderness—born in spring and dying in winter, like wild grass. Only truly strong individuals and species can calmly endure one harsh winter after another.

This is why, despite having a reproductive capacity comparable to that of a real wild boar, the wild boar people have never had a large population.

This won't do. When we subdued them, we lost too many of our main young and strong male boar-men. If we don't intervene, their numbers will not only fail to recover, but will also decrease drastically.

Thor began to wonder if there was any way to increase the number of these boar-men.

The simplest way is to hunt for them yourself. As long as there is enough food, given their reproductive rate, their numbers will quickly multiply exponentially.

But the arrogance in the red dragon's blood made him forget the thought as soon as it popped into his head.

Perhaps we could teach them some simple breeding or planting techniques?

But with a boarman's intelligence of 7, can he even learn it? And where is he supposed to get suitable livestock and crop seeds?

Unable to think of a solution immediately, Thor decided to stop racking his brains for now and focus on filling his stomach first.

In the past six months, he has thoroughly explored this hilly area.

Since I've never seen any particularly dangerous or ferocious creatures or birds of prey, I plan to expand my hunting range a bit further this time.

As we traversed the hills, the view remained an endless expanse of wilderness.

After the snow melts, the soil is full of moisture, turning a fertile dark brown, and the dense green grass tips are already visible.

A groundhog cautiously poked its head out from underground; not far away, hidden beneath a thicket of thorns, was a rabbit hole.

None of these escaped Thor's sharp eyes, but he had long since looked down on these little things.

What truly attracted him was the moving "hill" in the distance.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Giant Horned Bull

Appearing in front of Thor was a herd of Bystin Gianthorn bulls.

They stand over 2.5 meters tall at the shoulder, are nearly 5 meters long, and can easily weigh up to 15 tons.

Its massive body is covered with dense, long, dark brown to almost black fur, with prominent humps on its shoulders and back, thick limbs, large hooves, and a pair of curved horns nearly two meters long extending outwards from the sides of its head.

As social animals, the Bystine giant bull usually lives in small family groups of 10 to 30 individuals. With their large size and sharp "weapons" on their heads, few predators dare to provoke them easily.

The group before Thor numbered nearly 50, a truly enormous herd. They roamed the wilderness, munching on the newly sprouted grass, resembling moving mountains of flesh.

His gaze locked onto the smaller calves among the herd of giant horned bulls, his outstretched wings folded slightly as he began to swoop down.

The aura of apex predators spread out, immediately causing panic among the herd of giant horned bulls. The strong bulls instinctively formed a circle, protecting the cows and calves in the middle.

For ordinary predators, this is an extremely effective defense mechanism; even a ferocious lion would not want to be gored by those nearly six-foot-long horns.

In the past, Thor might have only been able to harass from the outside, using the bleeding tactic to wear down a giant bull; or he could have eaten a large amount of burning coals and used dragon breath to kill it.

However, after loading the gas frog's biological template, he now has a better approach.

As the altitude decreased further, to less than 10 meters above the ground, Thor stopped descending and began to hover at low altitude, taking deep breaths.

In his abdominal cavity, near his stomach, a newly grown sac-like organ secreted a unique oil that flowed down his esophagus into his throat. After being heated at high temperatures, it instantly turned into thick smoke, which was expelled along with the inhaled air.

The thick smoke, carrying toxic substances, quickly enveloped most of the herd. The Bystin Giant Horn cattle that inhaled the smoke soon began to feel dizzy, and their muscles stiffened.

Although this level of toxicity was not enough to harm these strong and powerful giant horned cattle, the obstructed vision and the abnormality of their bodies still caused them to instinctively panic.

The original defensive perimeter collapsed under the influence of survival instincts, and almost all the giant horned bulls scattered and fled in panic.

Thor's sharp gaze locked onto a calf that was just over a meter long. With the force of his falling momentum, he pounced down and pinned it to the ground.

His gaping maw revealed gleaming dragon teeth, which snapped shut on the calf's neck. The powerful jaw muscles pressed tightly against the artery, causing the calf's brain to suffocate from lack of oxygen, and it quickly became still.

As the thick smoke gradually dissipated in the spring breeze, the once-grown herds of Bystin Bighorn bulls were no longer visible in the distance, leaving only the carcasses of Thor and his calf.

The calf's meat was incredibly delicious, tender and springy, whetting Saul's appetite. After wolfing it down, only scattered skeletons and the hind leg he had saved for dinner remained.

He patted his round belly, watching the Bystin Gianthorn herd disappear into the distance, and thought that if he could catch some to graze, they would certainly be a fine breed of livestock.

Unfortunately, he currently lacks sufficient strength and has too few subordinates to support this idea.

"I just hope this herd of giant horned bulls can stay in the area for a while longer so I can eat a few more."

……

In nature, no nutrients are wasted.

Not long after Thor left, several desert foxes were attracted by the smell of blood; some time later, carrion vultures began to fall from the sky.

They scrambled for the scraps of meat left on the cow bones, occasionally letting out hoarse moans and whimpering roars.

At that moment, two humanoid figures appeared on the distant horizon.

They wore sleeveless leather vests and tattered cowhide cloaks. One of them carried a rough battle axe on his back, while the other had a curved knife at his waist and held a long wooden whip in his hand.

Judging from their attire, they resembled the nomadic tribes of Thor's previous life, but their exposed, rough skin had a faint grayish-green tinge, and their prominent jaws and obvious fangs revealed their orcish identity.

Upon seeing the flock of vultures and sand foxes in the distance, the two orcs immediately quickened their pace and rushed over. One of them suddenly swung his long whip into the air, making a loud "crack" sound.

Startled, the sand foxes and vultures scattered, revealing the skeleton that had been surrounding them.

One of the orcs glanced at it and immediately let out a furious roar.

"Damn thief, how dare you steal my cow! If I catch you, I'll skin it alive!"

Another orc, who appeared older and more composed, crouched down and carefully examined the remains on the ground, occasionally twitching his nose as if sniffing something.

"No! No! Look at the bite marks on these bones and the footprints on the ground. These were left by a dragon."

The younger orc chuckled upon hearing this, clearly not believing the older orc's words.

"Don't be ridiculous. Why would those adults from Dragon Castle come here? They prefer dry sandy land or dense forests. You must be mistaken."

The older orc grabbed the younger orc's clothes and dragged him to the skeletons on the ground.

"You idiot, I can't be wrong! Think carefully, when we went to feed those baby dragons before, weren't the traces we left exactly the same as this?"

The young orc thought about it carefully, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The claw marks on the ground and the teeth marks on the bones did indeed resemble those left by the young dragons, but the smell in the air was somewhat unfamiliar.

"Have other baby dragons appeared nearby? We must report this to our master immediately!"

"What will happen to the cows? They'll all be eaten."

"Forget about the cattle! If we stay any longer, we'll all lose our lives!"

……

Thor had no idea that the calf he had hunted was actually someone else's. By now, he had returned to the cave by its two hind legs and was leisurely lying on the stone bed.

When he focused his attention on the huge turntable in his mind, the mental energy balance displayed below reached more than 20 points again.

This time, however, he didn't intend to continue drawing environmental creature templates. Instead, he exchanged for a piece of burning coal and nibbled on it as a snack after his meal.

This combustible ore, rich in extremely high energy, can stimulate his body's affinity for the fire element, increase his tolerance to high temperatures, and enhance the power of his breath.

Long-term consumption will make him more powerful in controlling fire than other red dragons.

Once his stomach was almost full, he began to think about how to increase the number of his boar-men.

After much thought, the core issue boils down to food – the harvest from hunting can never compare to that from farming.

But where could he get good crop seeds? It seems that in the end, everything still depends on that huge spinning wheel in his mind.

Chapter Twenty-Five Planting

Looking at the remaining spiritual essence, Thor finally couldn't resist the temptation and decided to do a five-pull first.

In his eyes, this spiritual essence was just like money from his previous life—it couldn't be saved. Only by broadening his sources of income could he truly become rich.

When the 5 points of spiritual essence transformed into specks of starlight and were cast onto the outermost turntable, the neon-like lights flickered again, then suddenly froze after a moment.

"Congratulations on obtaining [Amber Stone], [Large Chunk of Rotten Flesh], [Land Coral Remains], [Poisonous Vines], and [Rusty Iron Greatsword]. Do you wish to withdraw immediately? Yes/No."

After reading the notification that appeared in his eyes, Thor's face, covered in red scales, darkened, and he silently chose to withdraw his winnings.

Shimmering circles appeared in the air, and several items then came into view.

That amber stone, to put it simply, is a fist-sized piece of solidified resin with an unfamiliar little insect inside. It's bright orange-red all over, and maybe it could be sold to humans for some money.

As for the large chunks of rotten flesh, this thing clearly came from the Valley of Miasma. It is said that this kind of naturally decayed and matured meat is a rare delicacy after special processing.

Thor felt nauseous at the sight of it. Only those skull-faced creatures like the black dragons would like such rotten food. Without saying a word, he threw the thing out of the cave.

The land coral reef was a nearly one-meter-high, pinkish-purple coral reef that looked quite nice, but it was of no use to Thor.

True dragons have always favored gemstones, precious metals, and items imbued with magical energy, followed by artifacts with profound cultural significance; they have never heard of anyone collecting coral reefs.

Poisonous vine is a vine with dark green leaves and purple and black patterns on its surface. Its sap is extremely poisonous and is said to be the favorite of the poisonous bird.

Thor pondered that perhaps he could eat some to enhance his gas-spitting ability obtained from the gas frog template.

Finally, there was the rusty greatsword made of refined iron, nearly two meters long and wider than an adult's palm, making it a gigantic heavy sword. The surface of the blade was covered in rust, and the decorative patterns on the hilt and guard had long since decayed, but the entire blade remained straight and intact.