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

Although I heard from the elders that the Dragon Clan can control the other two fighting races, they never expected that this group of arrogant trolls would suddenly kneel down to a young dragon.

This sudden action was more like an instinct. After all, the cub in front of him was not easy to be recognized as a dragon because of his size error.

Hino and Di Carlo looked at each other, both wanting to use the power of the young dragon to scare off the trolls.

But as a well-behaved elf, Hino's reaction was obviously much slower than that of Di Carlo.

Without even thinking about it, Di Carlo took out his ability to cheat food and drink along the way, strode up to the young dragon that was fluttering the little dragon's wings and fat tail, bent over and pulled the little guy off the ground Get up, hug in your arms, face the four trolls, and sternly reprimand: "How dare you disturb our Duke's meal! This is the last can of goat milk for the Duke, which was enough for three meals, and now... Di Carlo shook his head sadly.

"Ang! Aang!" The cub kept holding his head up in DiCarlo's arms and screamed non-stop.

The leading troll man tried his best to suppress the creepy body reaction, and slightly raised his eyes to look at the cub in the elf's arms.

There is no need to confirm at all, the fear of dragons is enough to prove that the little purple guy is a real young dragon.

Di Carlo touched the belly of the dragon cub, and pretended to comfort him: "Please calm down, they are just Hobson's subordinates, and they didn't recognize you just now."

When the troll warriors heard the news, they rushed to apologize and begged the young dragon for forgiveness.

"Ang! Aang! Aang!" The cub still raised his head and roared angrily.

Di Carlo translated the language of the young dragon for several trolls: "The Duke said: You are absolutely unforgivable!"

The faces of the trolls turned pale.

"On! On! On! On!"

Di Carlo continued to translate: "If I hadn't been in a hurry, I would have taught you a lesson!"

The trolls breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the irritable Young Dragon Lord doesn't intend to argue with them.

"Ang! Aang!" The cub was furious.

Di Carlo diligently translated: "Open the barrier! Don't waste my time!"

A troll warrior replied in a low voice: "Only Lord Hobson can break the barrier."

Di Carlo said fiercely, "Where is he?"

Before the trolls could respond, a hoarse voice seemed to come from all directions into everyone's minds: "The old man is here to welcome you all."

DiCarlo was startled when he heard this, and looked around, and saw a tall old man in a brown witch robe from the south, slowly walking in from outside the barrier.

The old man has white hair and white eyebrows, but he doesn't look old. He holds a book of spells engraved with the totem of the seven-pointed star in his hand. His waist is straight, and he has a kind and gentle demeanor.

This is the greedy witch priest Hobson.

Hino quickly ran to Di Carlo's side, watching the white-haired witch approaching with vigilance.

Di Carlo calmly said to the old pastor: "Since you have already come, why don't you open the barrier? Your Excellency the Duke is going to be angry!"

The cubs cooperated quite sensible: "Ang! Aang!"

"Did you hear that?" DiCarlo translated, "The duke asked you not to delay our trip."

Hobson's deep dark green pupils stared at De Carlo closely, as if he could see through him thoroughly.

"What are you looking at? Are you trying to make His Majesty the Duke angry?" Di Carlo was a little scared by the old man.

Hobson replied gently: "The young dragon in your arms should not be three years old."

Cub: "Ang!"

Hearing this, Hino frowned, took a step forward to block the old man's sight, and said in a low voice, "This has nothing to do with you. I have a secret mission assigned by the priest. If you block it, the priest will definitely not forgive you."

"Your Excellency, please calm down. Although I don't know why the two of you attacked this old man just now, this old man doesn't intend to pursue the matter. The elves don't do evil for no reason. They must have been provoked by a traitor on the way." Hobson smiled, that kind The look in his eyes almost made Hino and Di Carlo suspect that they really misunderstood the pastor.

"This matter really needs to be thoroughly investigated." Di Carlo responded calmly: "As the priest of Jolvia, you should do your best to protect the villagers in the town."

Hobson raised his head to the sky and made a gesture of praying for the peace of the seven clans. He smiled and looked at the two elves: "This is the old man's job."

Di Carlo nodded: "In this case, our inspection is over, open the barrier."

The cubs are still cooperating to build momentum: "Ang! Aang!"

Hobson showed a look of embarrassment on his face, and replied softly: "Forgive me for being troublesome, it stands to reason that a knighted dragon child is not allowed to leave his biological mother before the age of seven. Why did you two take this young dragon who is under three years old?" Your Excellency brought this remote town?"

Di Carlo was stunned by this question, and he almost asked the old man - why can't dragons before the age of seven leave their birth mother?

Hino knew the answer to this question.

Before coming, the high priest of the blue night told Hino all the important experiences of Ilsa in the past, including the issue of "Ilsa left her mother prematurely".

Lan Ye said that if the dragon cubs leave their biological mother before the age of seven, they are likely to have personality problems.

It mainly refers to lack of obedience, and receiving too much interference from external consciousness, forming a non-positive self-awareness.

As a royal warrior, the Dragon Clan cannot have too much sense of freedom.

In contrast, it is difficult for the liberal Dragon Clan to be used by the Aowei Clan.

The Dragon Clan loyal to the Aowei royal family has strict requirements in caring for the newborn baby dragons. Almost all the baby dragons before the age of seven have to stay in the palace. Under the influence of their biological mothers, they accept the Aowei clan’s ideas and obey Emperor Aodong will.

Therefore, a young dragon under the age of three without its mother either does not belong to the royal family or has been stolen.

This old man of the Wu tribe was actually questioning the origin of the cub of the two of Xinuo with a soft knife.

"We are about to send the young dragon to its mother." Shino looked at Hobson calmly: "This secret mission is related to the young dragon's experience. Now that the task has been completed, it cannot leave its mother for too long , you'd better not waste our time."

Hobson smiled slightly: "The future warriors of the dragon clan are related to the safety of the seven clans, so we have to be cautious. Can I let the old man listen to the thoughts of this dragon kid?"

Di Carlo glanced at the cub screaming "angang" in his arms, and smiled: "Can you understand what it says?"

Shino clenched his fists nervously.

The old man might really understand.

The top shamans are all candidates for the high priest, and as the high priest, they must master the ability to communicate with the dragon cubs in order to assist the emperor and transmit the thoughts of the Aowei tribe to the dragon cubs.

As the priest of the entire Yorvia Mountains, Hobson may have really studied this technique.

what to do?Hino wanted to stop Hobson, but couldn't think of a reason.

If the priest is not allowed to communicate with the cub, isn't it obvious that he is a dragon thief?

This crime is more serious than exploiting villagers.

The short-tempered young dragon behind him is still howling, what is it thinking at this moment?

Will it tell Hobson that it was attacked by Shino?

Hino was so nervous that a chill ran down his spine.

Hobson had already walked around him, walked to DeCaro, and looked at the baby dragon in his arms lovingly.

The young dragon didn't pay attention to the old man next to him, and still aimed at the troll woman who knocked over its milk pot, raised his head and roared: "Ang! Aang!"

Di Carlo suddenly turned sideways to avoid the old man, raised his eyebrows and said, "How do we know if you can understand what the young dragon is saying? Don't you just make it up?"

Hobson smiled gently: "The old man can let his thoughts be directly translated into words without any concealment."

Hino immediately turned around and looked nervously at the dragon cub, praying in his heart that the cub would not hold grudges, after all, he had just drank the half can of goat milk he offered.

Hobson spread out his left hand, holding the ancient book, and drew the dragon totem on the top of the book with two fingers, and recited the mantra in his mouth. After a while, a bluish-white light emanated from the middle of the book, and intermittent lights began to flash in the light. Word.

The few trolls couldn't stand their curiosity, and stretched their necks to look at the words, wondering if the young dragon wanted to kill them.

"Ang! Aang! Aang! Aang!" Every time the young dragon uttered a syllable, intermittent words appeared in the void.

However, everyone knows these words and connects them together, but they don't understand what the young dragon is expressing at all.

"Ang!" - 【Ilsa】

"Angang!" ——【Good boy】

"Ang!" - [Come quickly]

"Ang! Aang!" ——【Ilsa is so good】

……

The cry of this young dragon was not to vent its anger, but some inexplicable sentences, connected together, a bit like what it would say when coaxing a child.

"Master Hobson, what does this mean?" A troll tribe asked eagerly, "Is it angry?"

The old man of the Wu clan frowned slightly, shaking his head to signal him not to speak yet.

Hobson also couldn't understand what it meant. This dragon was too young, and even if it could form meaningful language in its brain, it might not be able to convey its thoughts through language.

However, Xinuo found that he could understand what the young dragon wanted to express, because he knew that Ilsa was the name of the young dragon.

This cub has been cursing for so long, is he actually praising himself?

In fact, the phrases "Ilsa is so good", "So good", and "Come here" are probably the words that the mother of this young dragon often said before each feeding.

The cub keeps repeating these sentences at this moment, probably to express "it's time to feed".

It snarled at the troll woman because she had interrupted her feeding, and it was warning the woman that Ilsa should drink milk.

The baby dragon probably won't stop roaring until the woman pays for its can of milk.

Xinuo secretly let out a long sigh of relief. With such poor expressive ability, at least he can not worry about this cub complaining about it.