The dragon egg on the left made a cracking sound, then suddenly cracked, and the broken eggshell fell to the side.
After the eggshell shattered, a baby dragon curled up in a ball as big as a hen was revealed.
As the milky white fighting spirit on its surface dissipated, good news came from the flying dragon egg on the other side. After being affected by the broken eggshell, the other little dragon also broke free and slipped out from the broken eggshell.
It fell on the withered platycodon together with the sticky liquid.
However, everyone had different expressions as they looked at these two young flying dragons of different sizes.
One is as big as an adult hen, and the other is less than half a hen. The sizes of these two flying dragons are a bit too extreme, right?
"Perhaps this is not the baby of a flying dragon." Ron, the butler, laughed dryly and broke the silence.
The Viscount reacted and said to Sike, "Quick, go get some bugs."
Fresh bugs are best for feeding baby dragons.
"Okay." Sirk Knight looked serious and immediately walked out the door. It looked less like he was catching bugs and more like he was performing some kind of mission.
Then, the Viscount took out a clean cloth, spread out the big flying dragon cub first, wiped its delicate skin, and wiped off the sticky egg liquid on it.
"ah……"
"Yeah yeah yeah..."
The flying dragon cub was very lively, making yak-y-ah-yah sounds, its claws, wings, and feet kept flapping, and its long tail kept brushing against the Viscount's arms.
The other young flying dragon cub was completely the opposite. It couldn't even move at this moment. It lay motionless on the withered grass. Its skinny appearance made it obvious at a glance its innate deficiencies.
After the big flying dragon cub had been wiped clean and was squawking smartly on the withered grass, the Viscount touched its little head, unfolded the smaller flying dragon cub, and prepared to wipe it.
Just as he opened its claws, the expression on the Viscount's face gradually became complicated. There was a large hole in the center of the wing.
The greatest value of a flying dragon lies in its flight and aerial maneuverability. Once it loses its wings, it is worth less than a woodland lizard.
To put it bluntly, Feilong is a waste on the ground.
Not to mention knights, even a small team of warriors can defeat it.
As the overlord of a place, half of its capital is based on its wings and half is based on its breath.
If it loses one of them, it will no longer be considered the overlord of the place.
After hurriedly wiping the little flying dragon cub, he placed it on the dry grass on the other side.
With this movement, it made no sound. It just opened its nostrils slightly, its belly bulged slightly, and it gasped.
Raven could see clearly that the Viscount had given up on the little flying dragon cub.
If it were another noble, the same would probably be true. Most of the inferior flying dragons that failed to hatch were of no use. It was common for them to be strangled and thrown into the stable.
There wasn't much fluctuation in his mind. At most, he was thinking about who might be behind this.
It's just a flying dragon, so what if it's the cub of a giant dragon? Has he ever seen more than just one giant dragon?
"The bugs are coming."
At this time, Sirk Knight was carrying something and brought up some slippery insects that were squirming into a ball.
As soon as they were put on it, none of the little dragons opened their mouths, not even the stronger cub moved.
The Viscount thought for a moment, grabbed one of the slippery worms, and brought it to the mouth of the strong cub.
"ah……"
The cub opened its mouth, and saliva suddenly flowed down. Then he bit the bug and chewed it. The mouth was filled with the body fluids of the bug.
'I'm so hungry, there's really nothing I can do...'
Levi Connor persuaded himself in this way, trying to eliminate the resentment in his heart, but he soon discovered that this stuff really had no taste, but it could satisfy his hunger, and that was enough.
He tried his best to fan his claw wings, and the whole dragon came close to the container containing the insects, and kept gnawing at it.
'This guy, is this guy in charge here?'
While eating, Li Wei looked around and recognized the man in front of him as the owner of this place.
When he thought that he might be ridden by someone in the future, he couldn't help but feel sad.
'No, I must find a way to get out of here.' A bold idea came to Levi's mind, but before that, he had to work hard to grow stronger and inquire about things around him.
If he had just emerged from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den, then he had not escaped in vain, and it was not even as likely as being here.
Life is only a few decades, but Feilong can live for hundreds of years. If you plan carefully, you will definitely not lose money.
He counted on his fingers in his mind.
After he had eaten to his heart's content, when he looked at the greasy bugs again, their greasy appearance became a little cute.
"belch……"
Levi let out a long burp, all the space in his stomach was freed up, and a feeling of satisfaction after eating filled his heart.
Um, just, why did I eat so much?
On the plate in front of him, surprisingly only less than one-third of the meat worms were left.
When Levi looked at his little brother, he realized that not only was he motionless, but he also had a big hole in his wing.
Ah this.
He approached worriedly, but stopped. In his era, dragons were almost becoming legends.
However, according to records, ancient dragon cubs were very cruel and often competed for food. Only when there was one male and one female and both were adult dragons would they appear to be slightly harmonious.
But there will also be many compulsive incidents. According to records, this kind of thing is not uncommon.
This is my first time being a dragon, who knows how to behave?
Levi expressed that he was panicked and at a loss.
"Are you going to get some more?" Knight Sirke looked at the few meat worms left and asked the viscount.
Upon hearing this, the Viscount was silent for a moment and then shook his head, "No need."
It was originally picked up for free, so raising one is not bad. With the current territory, raising two may be okay, but it will definitely be a burden.
What's more, the current situation is that one is intact and strong, while the other is fragile and disabled.
He gave up another baby dragon.
"Ron."
"exist."
Ron took a step forward, waiting for instructions.
"Throw it out."
They signed a contract with the thunder-type flying dragon, one of which is that they are not allowed to eat dragon meat and are not allowed to actively attack dragon-type creatures.
Therefore, they will not do anything with it, and at most they will abandon it in the wild.
"yes."
Ron stepped forward carefully, held the fluttering flying dragon cub with his sleeves, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Raven.
Raven pondered, looking at this little flying dragon. He didn't know whether it was its desire to survive or the actions just now that disturbed it. It opened its eyes and looked around blankly.