The evil demon king in the puppy stage grabs my little biscuits

Hino looked in the direction of Di Carlo's finger, and saw that a small hole was indeed drilled in the wall, and cracks like spider webs appeared around it.

But the wall was not pierced. After all, the cub's small dragon horn was only half the length of the little finger, so it was impossible to chisel through the wall.

Di Carlo is full of confidence: "As long as the drill cracks, there will be ash falling out. The hard inner wall should only have a thin layer, and the outer wall is made of ordinary masonry."

"Ang!" The cub in Shino's arms raised its chubby claws and held its head.

Due to its short arms, the cub couldn't touch its dragon horns, and its chubby face was full of panic. It didn't know what happened above its head, and felt its head buzzing.

"Ang huh?" The cub raised his head in confusion, wanting to be patted and comforted.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shino immediately comforted the cub obediently, and raised his hand to gently touch his dragon horn.

Looking down, I found that the top of the cub's dragon horns was extremely sharp, which looked completely different from the horns of other animals, with an obsidian-like cold light shining, a bit like the texture of adult dragon scales. I felt a shudder.

Hino subconsciously withdrew his hand, almost throwing the baby dragon in his arms to Di Carlo.

The round eyes of the cub whose horn was touched suddenly lit up, and immediately bowed its head towards Shino, with the pointed point of the dragon horn pointing to the tip of Shino's chin.

Hino was taken aback by the cold and sharp dragon horns, thinking that the cub was about to attack him, subconsciously tilted his head back to avoid it.

But the cub kept his head down, motionless.

This little guy seemed to want Hino to continue stroking its short horns.

Did you just get hurt from drilling into the wall?

Hino relaxed, and raised his hand to pinch the dragon's horn and rub it.

"Don't touch its dragon horn." Di Carlo suddenly stood up to stop it.

Hino quickly withdrew his hand and raised his head in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Di Carlo explained seriously: "The horns of dragons have a sense of touch, and the horns of adult dragons can even track prey through the residual breath and temperature in the air. If you touch it directly with your skin, it will remember you."

Hino was a little surprised. He knew that the Dragon Clan could distinguish the aura of the fleeing enemy through the wind direction. Teacher Trick had taught him this knowledge long ago, but the teacher didn't tell him that the Dragon Clan sensed the aura of the prey through the horns of the dragon.

"But... what if it remembers me?" Shino didn't understand the reason for the sudden fear in Di Carlo's eyes.

Hino knew that the seemingly harmless cub in his arms was actually the demon god Ilsa, so he wasn't nervous. Why was Di Carlo so nervous?

This question stunned DeCarlo.

The winter when he was six years old quickly flashed through his mind——

The three of them hid in a cave in the snow-capped mountains. His mother covered his mouth and nose, and left a gap between his fingers to let him breathe.

The young DeCarlo could only hear the beating of his heart, his own and that of his parents.

Even the sound of breathing seemed very noisy at that moment.

At that moment, Di Carlo didn't know how terrifying the dragon's ability to track prey was. He imagined that as long as he held his breath, he would not be discovered.

How ridiculous was the idea at that time?

In the icy and snowy environment, the body temperature of the breath of the three elves is enough for the dragons tens of kilometers away to accurately perceive it.

Di Carlo still remembered that the entrance of the cave where they hid was only half a person high, and the entrance of the cave was blocked by their parents with snow, and everything looked so safe.

However, when he saw the pair of black leather boots scraping the snowdrift at the entrance of the cave one after another, Di Carlo heard his mother, who had been holding her breath, let out a desperate sigh.

Immediately afterwards, mother let go of DeCarro's mouth and nose, and said softly to him: "Bemo, if you can go back to the Black Forest, go to Aunt Xida, she will take care of you."

At that time, Di Carlo didn't understand what this entrustment meant, so he just nodded obediently.

Immediately afterwards, the tall man outside the cave bent down and got into the cave.

DiCarlo still remembered that scene—the man's legs looked like a slender and straight black silhouette under the light outside the cave, and his upper body was wearing a dark red slim dress with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Beige, embroidered with black weird patterns.

Many people say that the Dragon Clan is emotionless, a beast-like cold-blooded weapon, but the memory left by that person to Di Carlo is not like that.

The Beast doesn't have that graceful demeanor.

"Good morning, Mr. and Madam Homan, I hope you didn't disturb your sleep." The dragon man bent over and saluted like an aristocratic guest visiting his home.

But Di Carlo's father didn't return the courtesy like a guest, but replied coldly: "Your target is us, please don't do this in front of Beimo, can you?"

Di Carlo saw the tall man looking down at him.

"Then let's start the game of hide and seek." The man raised his hands to De Carlo, made a movement of covering his eyes, and signaled De Carlo to do the same.

Di Carlo looked up at his parents in confusion.

Mom showed a tearful smile, and swallowed even more: "Cover your eyes, Bei Mo."

Di Carlo obediently raised his hand to cover his eyes.

He heard his parents squatting on both sides stand up.

Then there was a sound of light footsteps, and the cave became very quiet, empty and quiet.

"You can come out, Mr. Homan Jr."

Di Carlo let go of his hand when he heard the words, looked left and right at the empty cave, then stood up, and walked out of the cave blankly.

For a while, his eyes couldn't adapt to the white snow under the glare of the sun outside the cave. Di Carlo raised his small hands above his head to block the sun, and squinted at the dragon man whose back was facing him.

With one hand behind his back, the man turned on his toes, turned around, and looked down at him.

De Carlo will always remember those dark red eyes, and a pair of golden dragon horns shining on his head.

"May you never see me again." The man tilted his head and smiled politely at him.

Immediately afterwards, the man's figure flickered suddenly, and then disappeared, leaving only the white snow-capped mountains around Di Carlo.

DeCaro never saw the man again.

Didn't finish the game of hide-and-seek either, because he never saw Mom and Dad again.

He listened to his mother, returned to the Black Forest, and lived with Aunt Xida ever since. Aunt Xida changed his name to DiCaro, which means "restart" in Elven language.

Aunt Xida hopes that he will forget everything in the past and live a peaceful and happy life.

But DiCarlo couldn't do it.

His parents are such kind elves, why didn't the gods bless them?

unfair.

There may be no gods in this world.

He doesn't want to see any injustice and evil happen. He can become a god and make this world a better place again.

Can elves do nothing but guard?

If the evil is not curbed, the evil will grow and eat up the good.

Without gods, the guardianship principles of the elves are all lies!

Di Carlo only wants to protect the creatures in the world in his own way.

He didn't regret doing that, even if he was expelled from the Black Forest for it.

From then on, he had complete freedom.

He intends to go to the mainland of Driss to participate in the archer competition and become a royal archer in order to obtain the power to execute the trial.

If he can pass the competition, Di Carlo will change his name back to Bemo Horsen, and he will inherit the kindness of his parents in another way.

He wants to prove to the elves that there is more than one way to protect creatures.

"Di Carlo?" It was the first time for Hino to see this kind of helpless look on this guy's face, and hurriedly asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

DiCaro woke up from the memory, lowered his head hastily, took a deep breath, and cleared the terrifying dark red eyes in his mind, "It's nothing, I just want to remind you... The dragon's horn is sensitive, if you touch it often, you will remembered by it."

He actually repeated this sentence again, and Hino asked again: "So?"

"So what?" Di Carlo looked blankly at Hino, and suddenly realized that Hino had no fear of dragons, so he quickly replied: "Do you want to be remembered by a dragon? If you become its prey in the future, As long as you get close to it within dozens of miles, you will be found by it, and you will never try to escape!"

Di Carlo's words pulled Shino back to the palace in an instant, and that terrible doomsday scene——

The bursting colored windows, the dark air flowing into the hall flashing purple plasma, the sound of war boots stepping carelessly on the floor tiles...

The high priest of Lan Ye said that Ilsa would need at least one day and one night to break through the barrier of his highest Vera realm. It was after meeting and saying hello that he killed Lan Ye.

Ilsa easily killed the greatest high priest of the Wu clan in the past thousand years.

The terrifying sense of fear made Hino go numb all over, and he looked down into his arms——

The cub had already raised his head at this moment, looking at him curiously and expectantly.

The moment it met Shino's gaze, the cub eagerly lowered its head to Shino again, waiting for him to stroke its horn.

The dragon's horn has a keen sense of touch, and can feel the opponent's touch more clearly. Touching the dragon's horns of a dragon cub is easier to soothe its emotions than stroking its forehead or belly.

Young dragons under the age of seven are very dependent on their caregivers, because dragons have a long growth cycle. Before the age of seven, dragon wings have not yet begun to form, lacking the ability to hunt in a large area, and have not yet formed consciousness, so they are almost non-aggressive. Only the instinct of self-defense exists.

Therefore, use the dragon horn to remember the breath of the nurturer, and you can find the nurturer when you are hungry, which can make the dragon cubs feel safe.

Touching the horn itself does not make the cub feel comfortable, but it will give the cub the illusion that he will not starve to death. This is the comfort that this young dragon, who has been abandoned in the wild and starved for more than ten days, urgently needs Way.

The cub, who could not be comforted for a long time, looked up at Hino: "Ang!"

Shino stared at its pair of vine-purple pupils, and his hands began to tremble unconsciously.

The illusion, the soft touch and the faint milky fragrance are all illusions. The cub he is holding is the future devil.

"This terrible race looks so... harmless in its infancy." Di Carlo looked down at the cub in Hino's arms, smiled wryly and shook his head.

Di Carlo doesn't like the Dragon Clan, but he didn't spread his hatred to this innocent cub. He just reminded Hino: "Don't give too much affection to it. The way of thinking of the Dragon Clan is very different from ours, and you might get hurt."