Jose closed his eyes and consciously gathered the surrounding fire elements, and introduced the fire elements into the heart.

Half an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with surprise, his heart seemed to be a bottomless pit, absorbing a large number of fire elements without any change.

No change is the biggest change. Intuition tells him that he is looking for the right direction and continues to guide the ignition element into the heart.

A day passed and the heart was slightly hot.

Three days have passed, and the heart is like a warm baby in winter, but it is far from reaching its limit.

A week passed, and Jose felt hot and hot all over, as if burning.

At this time, he had almost reached his limit. He stopped absorbing the fire element, opened his eyes, and saw the leaping flames on his body.

"It's really burning!"

Mirroring!

Mirroring can create a mirror that is exactly the same as the body. Although the mirror has no entity, it can make various actions. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false by the naked eye alone.

This magic is generally used to interfere with the enemy's judgment and can also be used as a mirror in special circumstances.

For example, now, Jose is amazed at his mirror.

The mirror body was wearing a flame coat like an immortal bird. The air around the red flame was burned to illusionately twisted. Compared with the degree of twisting air on the surface of the magma, the temperature on his body was probably even higher.

There is also a small golden area like the sun in the heart and mouth. With the sun as the origin, golden irregular cracks spread around, covering the entire left pectoral muscle, looking mysterious and dangerous.

"It's cool to show off, I don't know what the effect is."

After a series of experiments, Jose was ecstatic.

"very good!"

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Jose went out of the underground molten cave and returned to the dragon's nest. At this time, the flames on his body, the golden sun in his chest and other phenomena disappeared. The violent fire element energy was locked in the [Heart of the Immortal Bird] without missing a single trace.

He lay on the ground and fell into deep thought, his eyes in the dark crypt like two burning balls of fire, fuel that fueled the flames was called ambition.

All intelligent creatures with independent consciousness have ambitions, only big or small.

Children in kindergarten perform well in order to reward teachers with one more candy. This is ambition. Workers work hard for promotion and salary increase. This is ambition. Leaders are careful to accumulate more wealth. This is also ambition.

Jose has always had ambitions and is quite ambitious. If his strength allows, he doesn't mind holding the whole world in his hands.

However, when his family members proposed to attack the Graytail Centaur tribe and earned the wealth accumulated by their opponents over the years, he refused.

Because he knows a truth well: ambition requires strength to support it, otherwise it will only harm himself.

He didn't have the strength to win a medium-sized centaur tribe.

And now, he has it.

After some careful consideration, Jose gave up the idea of ​​annexing the Graytail Centaur tribe.

The forces of the grassland are complicated, so there is no guarantee that there will be a backstage behind the Graytail Centaur. Even though you are different from the past, you are sensitive to your identity. It is better not to act rashly before you figure out the comprehensive strength of your opponent, including the relationship network.

"Depending on the low profile, don't be slut!"

Moreover, there are many delicious, weak and easy-to-get prey nearby - the indigenous tribes in the forest.

Annexing prey does not necessarily require the purpose of using force, winning over, temptation, and intimidation. Knowing how to use the brain may be the biggest difference between Jose and other red dragons.

He recalled the distribution of forces introduced by his family, and the kowtowers, werewolves and goblins were the main residents of this area.

Many of the dog-headed people around were divided by the Blood-toothed tribe. Under the oppression of foreign tribes such as werewolves, there are still some connections between them. You can try to win over them. The goblins are very weak and there are no large-scale tribes. The only tricky one is the zombie.

There is a medium-sized zodiac tribe called Mosspi. In the period when the Blood-Tooth tribe had not yet split, Mosspid zodiac was the strong enemy of the Blood-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Toothed Dog-Tooth

However, there are several buffer areas between the Mossy Gnoll Tribe and the Blood-Tooth Tribe, so don't worry about them for the time being.

Jose thought to see what his family members were doing through the spiritual connection established by the family contract.

Through visual sharing, he saw Ergou being instructed to climb a tree and pick pine towers. The doggou had nails on both fingers and toes, and was light in weight, so he climbed quickly on the tree.

Throw down one by one, smashing it on the soft soil. The underage puppy dog-headed man shuttled under the tree, picked up the pine tower and put it into a basket made of vines. There were three dog-headed warriors holding spears around the collection team.

“It looks pretty good.”

His eyes turned to Soda, and the leader of the stinger was training soldiers in the cave.

On the spacious venue, the kobold soldiers who were selected through layers of selection practiced in pairs with cloth spears, and each hit was merciless, making the opponent grin.

On the edge of the field, there were also kowtowish recruits practicing punctures against wooden stakes.

All of this is the improvement brought about by adequate food. In the past, the kobolds who were busy making a living had no time to train.

Jose nodded repeatedly when he saw it. The two relatives fulfilled their will well, accumulated food and prepared horses and soldiers.

"Come to my residence."

Upon receiving the message, Soda quickly put down what he was doing. Not long after, he came to the cave where the Red Dragon was.

"Owner."

"Soda, I heard that many dog-headed people were split from the Blood-tooth tribe decades ago. Now, are you sure you can gather them all back?"

Soda lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and raised his head: "Okay, please give your blessing to your master. The Blood-Tooth Tribe has found a new mineral deposit and has a large amount of food reserves. The most important thing is to have a great person in charge. I am sure to convince them, but..."

"Just what? Just say it."

Soda looked up at Jose with guilt: "Master, the strength of the leaders of those tribes is not worse than mine, and I am a little worried that I can't suppress them."

Jose seemed to be smiling but after observing for more than ten days, although it was not enough to see through a smart creature, he could understand it more.

Although Ergou is smart, he is easy to satisfy, while Soda, as the leader, likes to be competitive and has a desire for power.

Any animal with independent will has selfish intentions, and Jose will not have such tolerance. On the contrary, he feels that only by desire can he have motivation, and it is a good thing for his family to have a competitive spirit.

"If you can convince them to join, you will be the greatest hero, and I support you as the chief."

Soda's face was happy: "Thank you, Master."

"By the way, what's going on with my brother now?"

"Lord Casey dug a pond in the living area of ​​No. 5, and then went to sleep. During this period, he came out to have a meal."

“Is there pressure on the supply of meat?”

Each time the two real dragons eat half of their body weight, which is estimated to be about four or five thousand pounds of meat. Even if they only eat it once every ten days, they still need to hunt four or five hundred pounds of meat every day. This is a great task for the Blood-Tooth Tribe, which has a population of only a few hundred.

"Master, please rest assured. There are many deer, deer, and wild boars in the mountains. The blood-toothed warrior is brave and fearless."

After a pause, Soda frowned slightly: "But, Master, there are two months to come in winter. I am a little worried that the heavy snow will block the mountain. By then, our soldiers will not find enough prey."

After saying that, Soda looked ashamed. As a relative, the master helped solve the food crisis of the tribe, but he could not hunt enough blood for his master.
Chapter completed!