Evil dragon roars ~ woo woo

The blizzard in the Hell Mountains in winter will last for two or three months. By then, the thick snow will completely submerge Gru. Generally, in this kind of weather, Gru will eat one meal a day. He only eats at night and eats with him in the morning. At noon, he was exempted because he had to go out to look for food during the day. Although the food was scarce, the benevolent goddess of the earth still gave a little gift to the Hell Mountain Range.

That is the pine cone.

The pine cone forest in the south is the source of most of Gru's food in the severe winter. The small hard pine nuts can be boiled to reveal the nutritious kernels inside, and they are buried by the snowstorm.

Those eagle-horned red-haired birds that often hover in the sky will not come out to grab food with him. At this time, Gru can sneak into the blizzard and use the general direction to find the pine cone forest and dig the buried pine cones. If he is lucky, he can also pick up insects or small animals that freeze to death in the wild and drag them back to eat.

Gru was planning tomorrow's work, and when he looked up, he could see the little chubby cub sleeping soundly by the fire. Thinking of its appetite, his heart became even more distressed, and he didn't sleep well all night because of anxiety.

The next day, Gelu reckoned the time and ran outside the cave to take a look. The blizzard had stopped, and the white sun and snow covered his eyes, and it was very cold outside. Although he had fur, Gelu was still exceptionally I envy the fire monsters.

If it already has a fire-type magic crystal, it is even more unafraid of this severe cold.

Of course, for this kind of weather, ice-type monsters are like ducks in water. Gru thought about it and went back to the cave. On the side, he found his cloth bag and hung it on his shoulder, ready to go out to find pine cones later.

It's too dangerous outside, the little guy can't walk steadily, Gru decided to keep it at home, but he doesn't know if it will make trouble when it wakes up?Gru scratched his hair in distress. He heard that newborn cubs are very delicate, and they will cry when they wake up and cannot see familiar things.

It would be bad if the little fat cub cried, but it would be bad if it attracted monsters.

Gru squatted on the ground, watching the little guy snoring and sleeping with his belly up, his hands holding his little tail, he hesitated for a while and decided to wait for it to wake up before going out.

As a result, what I never expected was that this little chubby cub slept until the afternoon, and Gru sat next to it. Wings, it turned out that this little guy didn't wake up as if under a sleeping spell, and the sky was so dark when he slept. After careful calculation, he had slept from yesterday evening to the next afternoon.

Gru only saw the little chubby cub turn over slowly, and then turn over again, the whole body lying on top of the broken drill, the fat tail raised up, first slowly shaking a few times, like a signal to wake up, those golden pairs His eyes opened slowly, full of bleary-eyed dazedness and drowsiness. After seeing clearly that it was Gru, the little guy rubbed his eyes with his paws, sat up slowly, and stretched his chubby legs straight. The frequency of shaking of the small tail behind him also gradually increased.

The next moment, Gru heard a baby-like whimper.

"Oh~" Good morning.

Long Ming had slept enough, and greeted the orc in a good mood. He checked whether the shiny light under his body had decreased. The chubby tail was unexpectedly flexible, and it swept a bird that accidentally fell aside. The silver coin circled over, he didn't know why he was interested in this kind of glitter, it felt like an instinct, it was the same as eating and sleeping, Long Ming just felt that he liked this kind of thing very much.

Gru twitched the corners of his mouth. It was better to be a cub. He didn't know the hardships of life, and he didn't wake up until now.

Long Ming pouted his small body, stood up unsteadily, saw the big gray cloth bag wrapped around the orc's waist with sharp eyes, and tilted his head curiously.

"Oh~" Where are you going?

Gru looked at the howling little guy, and gestured in front of it a few times. He first made a gesture of leaving, and then saw the little guy curiously following him, so he pressed it in place to prevent it from moving. He lowered his head and said seriously: "I went outside to pick pine cones, you are at home."

Gelu spoke the lingua franca of the continent of Azerek. He hoped that this advanced Warcraft cub could learn slowly. He pointed to himself and said slowly, "Ge-ru-."

Long Ming tilted his head, finally understood something, his eyes lit up, this orc was teaching him language!Very good!Long Ming understood that it was the word Gelu, and he couldn't help saying it: "...Gulu~"

Gelu called again patiently: "Yes—Ge——"

Long Ming had a bad start for the first time, but this time after a bit of deliberation, he said softly, "Gulu~"

After finishing speaking, Long Ming touched his mouth clumsily, and touched a small fang, his eyes were full of confusion, why he understood Gru, but couldn't say it out?Could it be that he has a problem with the development of his laryngeal bone, or his vocal cords...

Gru looked at the little chubby cub playing with claws, and didn't expect it to understand soon. After repeating it three or four times, he lifted the little guy on top of those shiny things, thought for a while, and surrounded him with wood. Circle, and then make a gesture before going out.

It's already afternoon now, he won't delay too long, and will be back soon. Before leaving, Gru specially sealed the entrance of the cave to prevent the little fat cub from crawling around.

Long Ming was the only one left in the cave. Long Ming yelled "Gulu Gulu" several times, and finally let out a tone like Gru, completely relieved.

He glanced around, stood up with his unsteady body, pushed away the logs and walked to the center of the cave, picked up the book hidden under the withered grass, and opened the pages with his claws, looking.

The words were incomprehensible, but Long Ming saw the exquisite picture book on it. There were men and women wearing gorgeous clothes, and a wild beast breathing fire. The man was holding a sword, and the woman was surrounded by light. Seeing the man with the pointed ears and the bow, they worked together to kill the fire-breathing beast.

Long Ming sat on the ground, flipped through the picture album, and somehow felt familiar. Isn't this just an old-fashioned Western fantasy adventure story?There are knights, elves, priests in charge of healing, and fire-breathing monsters. Oh, in the old-fashioned story, there may be an evil dragon at the end, robbing the princess, waiting for the knight to rescue...

Long Ming thought for a while, and suddenly felt something was wrong, he looked down at the tail behind him, it was swinging leisurely, the tip of the tail was playing with those shiny broken diamonds, the black scales were round and smooth, neatly distributed , is short and fat, looks very cute, Long Ming looked at his belly again, the color is relatively light, it feels soft, the belly is chubby, warm and soft, and you can feel the fine soft scales, At this moment, the little belly is rising and falling with the breath.

The five claws were also covered with scales. Long Ming lowered his head and turned the claws over, and saw a small white hook hidden in the scales at the end of the claws, just like the white claws of a black raccoon cat. Ming moved subconsciously, and saw the hook protrude a little from the gap between his claws, showing the cold light!

He likes to be shiny, and he also likes to sleep when he is full. He has a tail, scales, and a fat belly. Apart from not being able to breathe fire, Long Ming feels that he is very suitable for a dragon.

He stood up unsteadily, made extremely nervous by the guessing in his heart, Long Ming looked at his dangling tail and turned around, feeling a little dizzy, just happened to have water in the iron pot next to him.

Long Ming walked unsteadily to the side of the iron pot, stood on tiptoe, clawed at the edge of the iron pot, finally saw his own face, he blinked, and saw the little black monster on the water also blinked, The golden animal pupils are as beautiful as flowing gold, with a big head, a nose, and a mouth. Long Ming opened his mouth, revealing a small fang, and naturally let out a milky sound from his throat. An angry roar, but the voice is too immature, more like a coquettish milk chirping "嗤".

So does he breathe fire?Long Ming tilted his head, thought for a while, and groaned again.

no response.

Long Ming had no choice but to back down, return to the surface of Liangjingjing, hugging his own tail, and got into a tangle.

In fact, the dragon is not bad...well...but can he breathe fire?After thinking about it, Long Ming returned to this question, spraying it from his mouth?Or spray it from the nose?It feels so strange.

So when Gru came back, he saw the little chubby cub sitting on the broken drill seriously, hugging his chubby tail, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Gru couldn't help laughing. He didn't pick many pine cones, but he could cook a pot of soup if he boiled the pine nuts.

"Little guy, I'm back." Gru put down the cloth bag, handed a pine cone to the little fat boy, then turned around and poured out everything in the cloth bag.

Looking at the strange thing in the claw, Long Ming smelled a slightly pungent smell, his nose was itchy suddenly, and he sneezed involuntarily.

A small black flame spat out from his throat, but it dissipated into blue smoke before reaching midair, and the air smelled like sulfurous flames.

Long Ming stared at this scene with wide eyes. Before he could react, his nasal cavity started to itch again. The strong smell of pine cones soon overwhelmed the smell of sulfur. Long Ming was stimulated and sneezed several times one after another. No more black flames.

As soon as Gru turned his head, he saw the little chubby boy looking at him with tears in his eyes, covering his nose with his paws, sneezing pitifully, not forgetting the sound of milk.

"Gulu~gulu~" Grew, Grew.

Gru covered the pine cone with a cloth bag and couldn't help laughing again, what a painful cub, I taught it a few hours ago, and I still remember it now,

Gru now feels like an old father, and the more he looks at this little chubby cub, the cuter he feels.