Just as Jose and his family discussed the feasibility of developing animal husbandry in the mine, news suddenly came from the corner.

Click.

Jose turned his head and looked at the thirteen lizard eggs placed in the corner, one of which had a crack in the shell.

"Finally born."

The little life inside the egg expanded the crack bit by bit until the eggshell broke a hole, and the little lizard showed its head out of the hole. As soon as it came out, it saw two pairs of eyes staring at it. It quickly shrank back and hid in the eggshell and watched secretly.

"Ha, I'm still shy, Soda, go get some meat."

"yes."

After a while, the kobold's family brought a little bit of minced meat, tore it into small pieces, and handed it over to Jose.

Jose takes the meat to lure the little lizards who are hiding in the eggshell. Lizards and dragons have many similarities. Whether it is physical structure or physiological habits, the little lizards can also eat meat as soon as they are born.

The little lizard was still scared, but its stomach surrendered first.

First, he poked his head out of the eggshell, sniffed the fresh meat hanging above his head, swallowed it in one bite and then immediately shrank it back, squinted his eyes and opened it and closed it, and chewed it hard.

Jose picked up a small silk of fresh meat and continued to lure it, like a fish to tease the cat, luring the petrified lizard out of the eggshell, and came to the open space to continue to feed.

The remaining lizard eggs broke one after another, and little lizards crawled out and saw their kind eating happily. There was no need to tempt them to rush over. The clear egg whites dragged out traces on the ground.

Jose looked at the little lizards huddled together for food, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As he expected, the little lizard hatched beside him, and his body was stained with a trace of the aura of a real dragon. The best proof was that the blue scales of these petrified young lizards were slightly red in the edges.

The dragon descendants contaminated with the aura of the dragon are born close to the source of their bloodline. Otherwise, the young lizards would not have put their vigilance so easily and crawled out of the eggshell to receive food.

Contrary to Jose's mood, Soda's mood was not so beautiful, and she was even a little distressed.

There are thirteen more big mouths that only eat meat.

Although the young lizards are still small at present, they will always grow up, and then they will be thirteen big eaters.

He looked at the owner beside him, feeling a little guilty, not knowing whether he should raise his own difficulties.

After thinking about it, Soda no longer worried. Judging from what his master has done recently, the Blood-Tooth Tribe is favored by the goddess of luck and has met an unparalleled and kind dragon.

Other five-colored dragons will care about whether their family members can eat enough, just eat well. If they are not satisfied, it is common to give their family members a tooth sacrifice.

"Dear Master, I'm a little worried."

"What are you worried about?"

"There are a lot of pets, and I'm worried that the supply of meat will not be available."

Jose turned his head and looked at the family members beside him: "First of all, what I have to correct you is that they are not pets. They are soldiers like you. Secondly, don't worry about food. This problem will be solved before they grow up. Finally, I'm hungry."

Soda was listening, and was stunned when he heard the last sentence, and then he realized.

"I'll prepare food for you now."

Not long after, a group of dog-headed men whispered to lift a big pot that was steaming, and Jose smelled the scent of the stewed meat.

The large pot containing the stewed meat was placed in front of Jose, lined up in a row. These pots were specially prepared for the dragon by the family members of the kobold. The diameter was three meters, which was not small for Jose.

He uncovered the lid of the pot and saw the pot stewed in a mess. The large pieces of meat cut into pieces, konjac, fungus, and plant tuber. Due to the timing of putting it in the pot, the plant tuber had been cooked to pieces.

To be honest, Jose feels that he must be better at playing than a kobold chef, but as a lazy person... he doesn't want to do it himself if it is not necessary.

Humph! What is the servant raising it for?!

Jose was so at ease that he picked up a big pot, raised his head high above his head, and was not afraid of being hot, so he poured the steaming soup and food into his mouth.

Gululu~.

One pot after another, and soon, he ate 90% full.

Ninety percent full is enough.

The dog-headed man carried the iron pot and left again, with only Jose Yilong left in the cave. He lay on the ground and fell into thought.

There are so many things to improve in the original kowtowel tribe.

Take the iron pots that you just had eaten. These iron pots were made by pouring melted iron into the mold, fixing the shapes, and then polishing them.

Because the process is too primitive and there are often loopholes such as bubbles, a qualified iron pot can be cast every three times on average.

The weapons are also formed by molding and then polishing. In this way, the cast iron tools are likely to collapse when collided. They are enough to deal with wild beasts and other primitive monster tribes, but if they encounter a regular human army...

Jose could already imagine the scene of a fight between the kobold and the regular human army. The weapons intersected, the iron weapon in the kobold's hands shattered, and then slaughtered one-sidedly.

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about fighting against the regular human army in a short period of time. The casting process can be put aside, and the meat and food matter is really imminent. Winter is coming.

In this regard, Jose has already thought of a solution. On the one hand, he actively expanded to the outside world, annexed other monster tribes, expanded the scope of the hunting ground, and on the other hand, he formed an air force to improve reconnaissance and hunting efficiency.

Of course, the dog-headed man cannot fly. The flying large bird of prey, Jose, has no channels, and the Blood-Toothed tribe cannot afford to support it.

The Air Force chosen by Jose is another primitive monster race, the Hawks.

The harps are common humanoid creatures in the Tedanor Continent. They have the bodies and faces of female elves, their arms are replaced by wings, and under their knees are thin eagle claws.

Because the arms are bird wings, the harp cannot generate fire, and the tools that the harp can make or use are very limited. Therefore, the harp's civilization level is very low and he lives a wild beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood.

Like many birds, they built their nests between steep cliffs in order to prevent being attacked by animals while sleeping.

During the migration, Jose happened to see the harp's nest, not far from the Blood-toothed Dog-Calaps tribe.

Under the night sky, a huge dragon shadow rushed out of the forest and flew into the sky until it flew into the clouds and disappeared.

In the distance, on the mountain peak, among the dense branches of the big trees, a hidden black shadow saw the dragon shadow flying into the clouds, grabbed the vines beside it and slid down the big tree.

In the deep tunnel, an old werewolf wearing a hooded hunched back and leaning on a crutch walked quickly, and his pace was not as fast as he seemed.

Smelling the faint fishy and sweet smell ahead, the secret wizard of the werewolf, Lao Mosa, was shocked and his steps accelerated a little more, entering the nest filled with light green poison.

Old Mosa saw a huge black shadow lying in the middle of the nest, and his emerald diamond-shaped vertical pupils staring at him.

He stopped, tidied up his clothes that were a little messy because of his quick walk, and bowed.
Chapter completed!