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

——But all this must be placed on the premise that they do not trade with the floating island.

"If the fields are expanded again, will you be able to control it?" He looked at Bobcat and asked.

"Meow......"

Hearing this, the lynx thought for a while and showed hesitation:

"It's still a bit hard for us people to manage these lands alone, and it will take some time for humans except those with pointy ears to adapt to this place."

The lynx scratched its head, hesitating as to whether or not to speak out. Then its companion spoke for it:

"But actually, we plan to use animals to assist the work, Meow... Our companions who domesticate livestock in the village told us that if we train crested beasts, we can make them eat only specific foods, Meow, so He was wondering if he could try to breed a crested cat that only eats pests and roots of weeds."

"But this is also very laborious, and I also plan to try to tame a creature that can be used to pull a plow... If I really want to try, I can't do it alone. Meow, if you ask other people to help, no one will be able to plant it, meow." After hearing his companion speak for him, the bobcat no longer wanted to hide it, and expressed his troubles.

Listening patiently to their words, Mercer pondered for a while.

Generally speaking, the lower space of the forest is covered by swamps, and it took a lot of effort for the bobcats to dig out enough soil from other parts of the forest to use as fields.

Mercer didn't know whether this was also the place where the gods fell, but the land here was indeed rich in nutrients and was perfect for farming.

But in contrast, the swamps in this swamp forest also buried many dead bodies in the forest. No matter what species they were in life, they were all decomposed equally, and the transportation through the swamp provided nutrients for this forest.

Because of this, swamps contain many microorganisms. If used for farming, the frequency of pests and weeds will be much higher than in other lands.

Therefore, if the idea of ​​​​that bobcat is used to cultivate crested beasts that eat specific foods, the workload of these farmers will be greatly reduced.

Having made a decision in his heart, Mercer looked at the Bobcats and said: "But if it succeeds, it will greatly liberate the labor force and manage more fields. I allow you to experiment on this - but remember, Stop losses in time, if there is no progress for a long time, you should not continue.”

Hearing these words, the bobcats suddenly showed expressions of surprise, jumped up with joy, and meowed in joy:

"I understand, meow! Let's do it now, meow!"

With Mercer's slight nod, they disappeared in a flash.

Seeing this, he didn't care and continued to observe the surrounding situation.

Now it was different from before. The fields that were originally hidden appeared in front of the creatures in the forest, but this time no creature dared to come and cause trouble.

All of this is the power of the Dire Wolf Dragons - in the forest around the field, Mercer can feel the breath of the Dire Wolf Dragons.

Thinking of this, Mercer turned around and walked deeper into the forest.

——At this moment, the group of Direwolf Dragons are clinging to each other in a huge tree hole, adapting to the coldness in the air.

Among them, there are several Direwolf dragon cubs standing in front of a rotting corpse, tearing and biting, practicing their biting power.

Not far away, a black wolf dragon was lying on a high branch, looking at the cubs. Some of them had black hair on their bodies, and they were its offspring.

After a while, the sound of breaking grass and trees was heard in the distance, which immediately attracted the attention of all the Dire Wolf Dragons.

They looked in that direction warily and saw a huge figure walking over in the grass.

Mercer glanced at them, and all the Dire Wolf Dragons withdrew their gazes and lowered their heads. Even Lika jumped off the branch, showing an attitude of obedience.

Later, Mercer observed the changes in each Dire Wolf Dragon.

They have indeed become stronger. There is a clear difference between this place and the desert areas. This cannot be summarized by temperature.

Most of the desert has been occupied by fallen floating islands, and competition in the remaining areas has become fierce due to the shrinking space. On the floating islands, the urban landscape is obviously not suitable for them to survive for a long time. Because of this, they are Life won't be too good there.

——But in comparison, the changes brought to them by the swamp forest are not all positive.

Chapter 218: The mutation of the flying dragon

——After seeing Mercer coming here, he did nothing. The other Dire Wolf Dragons also withdrew their attention and started doing their own things.

Under Mercer's gaze, several direwolf dragons stayed together, tearing each other's hair.

Although the movement was not violent, several pieces of bloody skin were still exposed.

The culprit that makes them behave this way is parasites.

The climate in the swamp forest is hotter and humid than that in the ice and snowfields, so many mosquitoes gather here and parasitize a lot of bugs and eggs in the hair, which makes the direwolf dragons feel unbearable itching and tear it unconsciously. Hair.

Not only the wolf dragon group, but also the lynx living in the forest have the habit of catching each other's insect eggs, and Mercer just saw the humans occasionally slapping their arms and thighs while working, showing irritability. .

However, compared to them, Morito seems to have a physique that is not bitten by mosquitoes, and he still wears very few clothes while working.

Apart from mosquitoes, there isn't much trouble for the Dire Wolf Dragons.This forest is easy to rot, but they happen to have the habit of eating carrion. For them, rotten food is a delicacy that increases protein.

Seeing that they had adapted to the life here, Mercer turned his attention to the cubs of the Direwolf Dragon, focusing on those with black fur.

They are generally larger than their blood-red-haired cousins, but that's about it.

Mercer still remembered that at first, when the first-generation Lika was parasitized by scale powder, his physical quality was not much stronger than that of his peers. In other words, even if he was strong, it was within the scope of the Dire Wolf Dragon.

But this time, the second-generation Lika is different. Its size has grown to about ten meters, standing out in front of a group of members of the same race who are generally five to seven meters long.

As for the third generation of Direwolf dragons infected by scale powder, the size difference between them can be identified from the time they were cubs. It can be clearly seen that they are larger than their brethren of the same age, and they also have some differences in physical fitness. strengthen.

——Obviously, this is probably a mutation caused by scale powder infection.

Mercer flapped his wings again and left here, flying to the upper level of the forest.

He traced the memory of that time and came to a purple flying dragon.

This was the flying dragon that Mercer met before flying to the desert the year before. Its body had been mutated and it was pregnant at the same time, so it had to rob the lynx of food and livelihood.

But now, it has laid dragon eggs and successfully hatched five flying dragons.

Mercer landed on a branch and roughly took over his lair.

The flying dragon cowered and hovered in the air, feeling extremely aggrieved but not daring to show dissatisfaction.

Mercer lowered his head and observed these flying dragons.

Perhaps due to the differences between species, they are more obviously different from the original species than the Direwolf. Their wings are wider than those of their own species, and their scales are closer to a streamlined shape.

Perhaps when they grow up, these cubs will have more powerful flying abilities than the original species.

——Mercer has always been wary of the spaceships on the floating island. After obtaining them, he has done some research on them, so he can understand the power of the spaceships.

Although the flying speed of the spaceship is slower than that of the flying dragon, it is superior to its powerful defensive performance.The hot air balloon above looks soft but is actually difficult to destroy, and the wood used to assemble the spacecraft also has strong enough fire resistance.

More importantly, the weapons carried on the spacecraft.

The most common ones are crossbow arrows and cannons. Crossbow arrows have strong penetration and flexible rotation.It's okay if it is shot in other places, but if the soft wing membrane is attacked, the wings of the flying dragon will become a decoration;

The attack frequency of the cannon is not high, and the flexibility is not strong, but the cannon shells are powerful. If an ordinary flying dragon is hit by one shot, although it will not be seriously injured, the shock wave generated by the explosion will also make it difficult for them to maintain flexible flight.

If the Floating Island wants to attack, the sky power of Mercer and these flying dragons alone is completely insufficient. He needs a better and more powerful group, and these mutant races are a good choice.

Mercer raised his head, looked at the flying dragon above his head, and issued an order to it: - Try to raise all these flying dragons, and do not give up any of them.

Upon hearing this, Feilong responded with an aggrieved expression and agreed.

This kind of flying dragon has a withdrawn character and does not care about its offspring. If more than half of the flying dragons in a litter become independent, they will not hesitate to abandon the remaining flying dragons that cannot be independent and return to a leisurely and comfortable life alone.

After confirming that it did not dare to relax, Mercer nodded with satisfaction, flew away from here, and then looked in another direction.

The purpose of coming here is to check the mutation status of these flying dragons. Whether they mutate or not is random, so Mercer has to confirm one by one.

......

——It turns out that these flying dragons mutate without any rules.There are flying dragons everywhere whose bodies gradually mutate in the black mist, and those who still maintain their status quo, but the changes are also varied.

The most numerous among them, at best, their color has changed, their bodies have become darker, and their physical fitness has improved, but they are not at all to the level that Mercer is satisfied with.

More often, the temperament becomes violent and the desire for destruction becomes stronger.

In addition, there are very few people with the ability to connect with the black mist similar to the purple flying dragon, which interrupts Mercer's idea of ​​manually controlling the mutation.

But Mercer's trip was not without success. He discovered a creature with a higher mutation rate than other flying dragons.

——Fire Dragon.

Compared with ordinary flying dragons in swamp forests, these fire dragons cannot adapt to the cold temperatures in the upper levels and generally live in the middle levels.

Many of their individuals have grown black scales, and their strength has also increased.

But that's not all. In Mercer's comparison, the mutated fire dragon's carapace is darker in color. At the same time, their combat effectiveness is also directly proportional to the depth of the scales. The darker the color, the stronger the strength.

It was enough to show that the Fire Dragon General had great potential. After realizing this, Mercer paid attention to him.

If cultivated properly, perhaps they will become their future fighting power.

But other than that, Mercer didn't know how a creature like the fire dragon lived in a cold environment. Perhaps as those scholars had guessed, this forest already existed before the natural disaster fell, and the environment at that time was not Severity suits the life of a fire dragon.Until the death of the natural disaster caused a change in the environment, the fire dragons had either left or froze to death here over the years. Until now, only a few fire dragons were discovered by Mercer.

Chapter 219: Taming the Beast

——There is nothing about the group of fire dragons that makes Mercer dissatisfied. The only problem is that their size is considered small according to the records in the book. Considering the cold environment here, it is understandable.

So, after arranging for them to go to the lynx to beg for food when necessary, Mercer returned to the ice-veined snowfield.

It didn't take him a few hours to reach the sky above the scholar's village.

Here, many people are working enthusiastically, trying their best to make the ground smooth.

Several mammoths dragged rows of plow-like tools behind them, moving slowly forward, loosening the soil and leaving straight furrows.

Mammoths are social creatures that hate narrow environments and like spacious spaces. The area where they work happens to suit their preferences and they move around in high spirits.

In front of the mammoth is a group of people holding shovels. They dig away the snow so that the space in front of the mammoth is only the map under the snow.

This step is also to prevent the plowed land from mixing with the snow, making the ground wet and slippery, affecting the work of the workers behind the mammoths.

The men behind the mammoth were responsible for flattening the soil: They usually dug out larger rocks and threw them aside, then flattened the soil by repeatedly beating it with a hand-held shovel.

Finally, several mammoths carrying heavy loads were repeatedly stepped on the barely flat land to compact it and prepare for subsequent construction.

"Ha meow..."

Just as Mercer was flapping his wings and floating in the air, he suddenly saw a lynx not far away.

——The lynx was sitting on a pterosaur, wearing goggles on its face, observing the situation below in a trance, and did not even notice Mercer's arrival.

"It's still a bit humid... If we don't work in the spring anymore, we can only bake the land... Why don't we ask the big brother in the forest to try it, meow?"

However, the lynx did not notice Mercer's approach, but the pterosaur beneath it had already felt its frightening presence. Even though Mercer did not show any hostility, the pterosaur still flapped its wings in panic, making it The bobcat on its back became unstable.

"What's going on, meow--"

It held the reins tightly and tried to comfort the pterosaur, but the pterosaur was still unable to be controlled by the lynx and flew around randomly.

Finally, the pterosaur suddenly threw the lynx out, causing it to fall from the sky in panic.

"——Boss, help me, meow..."

During the free fall in the air, the lynx spotted the black dragon in the sky and subconsciously called for help.

The next moment, Mercer turned his gaze and stared at the pterosaur flying in panic in the sky. His pupils shrank slightly and gave off a menacing light.

—Catch it for me.

The body of the pterosaur froze, feeling endless fear. The body involuntarily followed the orders in its head and acted. Then it quickly swooped down and rushed towards the lynx. It caught the lynx with great difficulty and took it with it. Landed on the ground.

When they heard the lynx's scream, the people on the ground raised their heads and discovered Mercer and the scene that had just happened.

"Meow... I almost died, meow..."

The lynx rolled over and left the seat behind the pterosaur. It lay limply on the snow and looked at Mercer, who was slowly falling in the air.

It sat up, looked at the trembling pterosaur, and then looked at Mercer: "Did the boss save me, meow?"

At the same time, the group of people who were working also ran over and stopped after seeing Mercer.

"Kami...Lord Kami?"

The former survivors took a step forward and greeted him slightly slowly. Some of them were not used to Mercer's name here.

"Ah."

Mercer nodded silently and tilted his head:

"Go and do your own thing."

"...We know." They glanced at Mercer and the lynx beside him, but ultimately left the place without getting closer.

"Meow." After hearing this, Shanmao started to work and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead: "Then boss, I'm going to work too, meow."

"You can't go."

"Meow?" The lynx showed a strange expression, turned to look at Mercer and tilted his head: "What's the matter, meow?"