Author: He gave up and I took it

Itarek didn't know his sister's complicated mood, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.

On the contrary, it was a certain piece of information from the inherited memory that had interested Itarek many years ago, and now he just happened to go there to have a look.

In a coastal area in the north, the image of a simple city flashed from the memory of a certain black dragon.

Itarek was curious.

In the early days of the development of today's world, how did ancient civilizations come to life in this wild land?

Moreover, this is not only about satisfying his thirst for knowledge, but also being exposed to new knowledge can also play a beneficial role in promoting the growth of Itarek's strength.

It is no exaggeration to say that Italek has now mastered all dragon language magic!

This is also related to the fact that all things have just begun to bloom, and the amount of dragon language magic contained in the inherited memory is very small.

On this basis, Italek innovated with the help of the Mark of the Erudite, and finally spent many years creating his first dragon language magic!

Benign digestion.

——Passive effect, the ability of the intestines and stomach to digest food is stronger, food intake increases, and the body develops stronger!

Although the name and effect may seem unfair, the effect of this spell is indispensable for Italek to be so strong now!

And as long as Itarek can continue to live, this dragon language magic will still subtly strengthen his body.

The speed is slow, but the water flow is long and absolutely non-toxic and harmless!

If Itarek dies one day, the benign digestion technique will also enter the hall of inherited memory and be entrusted to the future black dragon hatchlings.

However, after all the knowledge in the inherited memory was digested, Italek's improvement in magic reached a bottleneck.

The bottom line is that he can't find any more knowledge to learn from.

Being born early has great advantages, which allows Italek to be more prepared for the war of the worlds.

But this also means that the ceiling in this period is pitifully low.

The dragons all rely on talent to make a living.

Anyway, they are at the top of the food chain, and dragon language magic is not valued by dragons who are lazy by nature. All fights rely on brutal physical combat. One swing, two catches, and three bites are all it takes!

The food chain solidifies.

It is also incredibly difficult for Italek to seek knowledge, and he can only hope that the knowledge of other races can make connections and bring him some surprises.

And that race that has been able to build cities seems to have great potential for exploitation.

Itarek searched patiently.

Follow the route left in the memory of the black dragon all the way through the mountains and ridges. When you are hungry, you will hunt by yourself. When you are sleepy, you don't have to worry about it. You can just find a place that can shelter from the rain and lie down to sleep.

There is no need to worry about external dangers at all, the black dragon itself is the most terrifying master of this era!

The dragon power that Unconsciously exudes from Itarek alone can dissuade more than 99% of the creatures. Even reptiles dare not approach him due to their instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

By the time Itarek stopped traveling across mountains and rivers, it was already 13 years later.

The fishy smell of the seawater made Itarek couldn't help but sneeze. Amidst the sound of waves, a city that seemed to be crudely built was standing on the edge of the ocean.

On the sea in the distance, you can still vaguely see the remains of some huge abandoned sunken ships.

And every time the tide goes back.

Some shadows living in the villages outside the city would rush out to pick up shellfish and small fish washed up on the beach by the waves.

They were completely unaware that a pair of amber dragon eyes were quietly observing them.

From peeping in these days, Itarek has learned that this creature calls itself a 'troll' and is born with powerful recovery capabilities and physical strength.

Most of them are about three meters tall.

Male trolls have fangs exposed in the air. The more beautiful the curves, the more likely they are to be favored by the opposite sex. Female trolls are slightly smaller and often bear the responsibility of fishing and collecting herbs in the tribe.

The only clothing the trolls wear is a grass skirt woven from broad leaves, and most of them have no clothing at all. The main thing they wear is a sense of openness.

The troll's vitality is also quite strong.

Even broken arms and legs are only minor injuries and can even grow back with the help of herbs.

However, even for such extraordinary creatures, their mortal enemies also live in this hard-won habitat.

The water freezes silently.

The sudden drop in temperature caused the trolls, who were happily picking up the fish, to scream in panic and desperately run away towards the rock city behind them.

I saw images similar to the dementors in Itarek's memory, and even the soul-eating monsters with similar names floated in from the sky, like a cold and suspended cloak.

The inarticulate notes are like the whisper of death, and the withered palms grab the unfortunate trolls and suck out their lives greedily.

After a while, several gray corpses with frightened trolls still on their faces were left on the beach.

Ignoring this scene indifferently, natural selection is the law of nature.

The scene that Italek had been waiting for for a long time finally happened when the soul-eating demon approached the city.

I saw some trolls who were obviously elite, holding weapons with traces of careful craftsmanship, roaring and charging without fear of death. Although physical attacks were obviously very ineffective against the soul-devouring monster, they could still force a large number of them.

Some soul-eating monsters had to stop here.

As for the remaining soul-eating demons, their fate was not so gentle.

Some trolls that were even rarer in number, with many strange creature bones and oil paint patterns hanging on their bodies, appeared one after another.

Under Itarek's interested gaze.

After a while of chanting incantations by the gods, these troll priests actually summoned strange power, causing the soul-eating monsters to fall to the ground crookedly as if they were poisoned, and were easily killed by the other trolls.

"It is indeed a very interesting power. It is true that I have been looking for you for so long."

Witnessing the Soul Eater's escape once again, while the other trolls gathered their bodies with sad faces, Italek was in a very happy mood.

Compared to warriors, Italek wanted to know the secrets of those troll sacrifices.

He had a hunch that he could create new dragon language magic from the knowledge of these trolls!

"Now that the target has been confirmed, there is no need to continue hiding it."

Swish——

Itarek suddenly jumped into the air.

The huge dragon wings cast a terrifying shadow, flying across the sky and passing over the city, causing a huge sound that could not be ignored!

Whether it is a troll civilian in the city, a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, or a priest who controls voodoo.

When every troll who raised his head and saw that terrifying figure, all of them, without exception, lost their voices in horror at this moment, with overwhelming panic and fear hidden in their eyes!

It was as if a hand was holding their hearts tightly.

The might of the dragon seemed to be condensed into substance and oppressed everyone to the ground. However, the blank brain still loyally remembered the fear deeply, and the body instinctively shook like chaff, thinking that the end of the Zangula troll was coming.

No one will doubt it.

All it takes is one easy dive attack from that majestic creature, and this city, which was built with countless efforts by the trolls, will be on the verge of collapse in an instant!

What's even more cruel is.

Whether the Zangula Troll will enter the stage of destruction today depends only on the thought of that terrifying giant beast. The Zangula Troll has no power to decide its own destiny.

Destroying you has nothing to do with you!!

Above the sky.

Italek ignored the countless trolls who collapsed into despair.

The huge dragon head turned slightly, and Itarek was troubled by a simple yet extremely memorable question.

Where should I build my first nest?
Chapter completed!