The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

"no."

To everyone's expectation, the first thing David did after returning to the dragon's lair and handing the two new dragons, one red and one brass, to the drow to settle down was:

"The plan is on hold until a more effective way to trap stray baby dragons is found."

This efficiency is really too low, and the dragon-catching equipment is seriously insufficient, David thought greedily.

This decision is tantamount to pouring cold water on all the elves who are secretly celebrating because of their first hunting success.

But except for Tanya, who is the sister of the red dragon, no one present has the qualifications and dares to question the decision of the master of the dragon's nest:

"But Brother David, hasn't it been just over a month since we brought back two real dragons?

"I heard Siatt and the others say before that their previous ship of drow had been busy in the Old World for several years and only managed to steal more than forty dragon eggs. At that time, except for you who had already broken the shell in advance, even if it was a waste of time, Spending huge sums of money on an initiation ceremony may not necessarily guarantee how many real dragons will be hatched.”

Tanya's words were tantamount to blowing off Zall's shame pants, but Zall has never been ashamed at all. Seeing Tanya, David's sister, start talking, Siatt immediately felt 'extremely ashamed' Seconded:

"Yes, Master, under your leadership in just one month, we brought back two young dragons who were wandering outside and had no chance of finding food.

“Such an exaggerated record would probably cause a sensation if it were spread to the New World.

"What's more, facts have proven that the dragon bait food you made can indeed achieve a strong trapping effect disguised as snow worm secretions.

“So the biggest flaw in the current plan is probably that the trap traces of the dragon trap are still too obvious.

"We just need to find a way to overcome this problem."

Zhuoer, who was speaking extremely fast, was still interrupted by David. He looked at Zhuoer indifferently:

"Then have you thought of a way to overcome it?"

".No."

Even if drow had the courage to commit crimes and steal dragon eggs, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to find a practical solution.

No way, baby dragons are dragons too. Except for the white dragons whose IQ is comparable to that of wild beasts, the other five-colored dragons generally have IQs that are comparable to adults when they first hatch out of their shells.

No, it should be said that a black wyrmling is roughly equivalent to an adult human.

The intelligence of the remaining red, blue, and green wyrmlings is already comparable to some smart people who are qualified to touch the threshold of the Master.

If we insist on having a weight and measure, assuming that the average adult IQ is 10, then the IQs of the red, blue, and green wyrmlings are at least 14 upwards.

As for the white wyrmlings, well, probably only 5.

Therefore, even an idiot like Mephile who can speak out of his shell is probably already a genius among the white dragons who is almost atavistic.

But sometimes being eloquent does not necessarily mean being smart.

That's a bit clever at best.

In this regard, Tania, the silver dragon representative, can always immediately discern the dragon's heart and show sympathy for brotherhood, and start the spell at the age of five. She can directly press this thing to the ground.

It is precisely because of this that finding a way to capture these 'little clever ghosts' efficiently may not be a matter of time.

Facts have also proved that the five-color baby dragon can survive in such a worrying growth environment and high elimination rate, and can maintain a 50-50 split with the metal dragon in the general trend for a long time, and even achieve the advantage of the golden dragon alone in combat power. , it cannot be summarized by a simple luck.

Under the current conditions, except for the first red dragon Lizlit, who likes to be reckless when things get tough, I'm afraid I can only catch the white dragon.

The key point is that with such a smart guy like Mephiler hanging around in front of his eyes every day, David really looks down on these idiots from the bottom of his heart.

Stupid, lazy, weak, how can he eat a thief?

When David thought about this, he became inexplicably angry and became furious:

"Then you are talking nonsense. According to the current progress, it is purely a blind cat catching a dead mouse and trying its luck. I am afraid that before we catch a few dragons, the long-eared gang in the New World will directly break out into a full-scale war one day. "

"Master, what you are trying to teach me is that I am short-sighted." Zhuoer said with some shame.

However, she also admits that this is the shortcoming of their race:

Whether they are drow or high elves, they are obviously immortals, but they are not broad-minded in terms of vision or mind. Otherwise, they would not continue to repeat history after experiencing countless historical lessons. Sad song.

The reality that his imagination was skinnier than reality made David a little angry for no reason. He stuck out his tongue and spit out sparks and asked:

"Mad, is there anything that can help me calm down temporarily? My throat is a little dry."

David has long realized that this will also be a headache for Long in the future:

As a red dragon, he is always limited by endocrine and is always between irritable and furious.

This may be fine in peacetime, and can even increase combat effectiveness, but when it comes to key decisions and evenly matched wars, as a leader, this is very fatal.

The various thoughts constantly pouring out of his mind can easily cause him to miss some key information and thinking that is close to the truth, thus making a big mistake.

"Yes master!"

Drow seemed to have thought of something and immediately looked at the high elf Evgeni.

Yevgeny, who was salivating at the corner of her mouth, immediately woke up from her dazed state, and was about to seek death and live like in the past, shouting, "Kill me."

clatter!

With a snap of the drow's fingers, the high elf, whose eyes became empty again, immediately stepped forward and took out a blue potion bottle from his magnificent chest like a drow and presented it to David.

"It is named the sobriety potion by the high elves. It is very effective for meditation, restoring part of the magic power, and even used to hedge against the side effects of the anger potion. It is not as hallucinogenic and addictive as the magic potion independently developed by our drow. side effects, so its quality is widely recognized by various races in the New World, and its main material is generally extracted."

Before Zhuoer finished speaking, David took it and shook it in his paw, then threw the bottle into his mouth, bit it into pieces and swallowed it like chewing the lid of a liquid cap, and immediately stuck out his tongue:

"Hiss, it's cool, like peppermint oil."

Immediately his eyes widened and he asked:

"Hey, it seems to be of some use, but not much. Do you have any more? Give me a box first. By the way, you just said what this thing is made of. Can we produce it ourselves?"

". Extracted from the feces of a white dragon or a silver dragon." This time Drow still didn't have time to finish his words.

".puff!"

The sobering potion that David had just swallowed was regurgitated in an instant, and several elves were sprayed with saliva all over his head and face. He roared angrily like Teacher Cao who had been force-fed nine rounds of intestines:

"Say that again!!!"

Zhuoer, who felt that his life would be in danger if he hesitated for one more second, quickly spoke quickly and replied:

“I mean it is usually extracted from the feces of white dragons or silver dragons, but higher quality ones are often extracted from their blood or even glandular fluids, and the one I just provided you is the latter.

"As for the production, as far as I know, it is only a low-end potion. As long as there are sufficient raw materials and the formula is obtained, the production threshold should not be too high."

At the same time, I secretly warned myself in my heart that I must first mention the key points when talking to the master in the future. At the same time, I continued to train myself to speak at a speed that can make my tongue smoke. I even thought about whether I could learn something from the mage to directly communicate with the master's soul. spell, otherwise she was afraid that sooner or later she would die from speaking too slowly.

When David heard this, he leaned back and swallowed the three bottles of sobriety potion he took out from the high elf's arms. After a while, he felt that his head, which was about to smoke with anger, cooled down slightly. He took a deep breath with satisfaction. Tone:

"Okay, this kind of thing, I mean the kind extracted from dragon dung, how is the sales?"

"It's popular in the mainland." Zhuoer said firmly without any hesitation.

boom!

David slapped the couch down with his paw:

"Then there's no need to add up. Let's do this first."

As long as you can get money, and get enough money to make other dragons willing to sacrifice their lives for you, isn't it just letting others eat their shit?

Anyway, it was originally a thing made by those elves, and it was probably similar to a quick-acting sedative, so he didn't have to hesitate at all to recreate it.

And the most indispensable thing in the entire Old Continent is his mother's dragon dung.