C1 Dragon's Wilderness Survival

"Who am I?"

The little dragon that had just been born spoke a language that had never appeared in this world. The golden vertical pupils revealed confusion. However, the cold wind outside made the little dragon shudder, and the confusion in his eyes became clear.

"Damn it, although I don't know which name I should be called, no matter what kind of inherited memory it is, it tells me that choosing this time to be born at this time isn't a good thing."

The little dragon's words were long-winded, sometimes a language. Sometimes it was another language. It was winter, and the snow had accumulated to a few inches thick. A cold wind mixed with whistling snowflakes blew past. Fortunately, the place where the little dragon was born was a pit under a cliff to avoid the wind. Because this place was in a concave shape, it was not covered by ice and snow. However, the temperature was still very low. From time to time, a trace of cold wind would pour into this small nest. Without a doubt, this season was not suitable for the birth of cubs. Even if it was a dragon, it was the same. Moreover, Xiaolong did not have the protection of his parents by his side, which undoubtedly made his chances of survival even slimmer.

"What an irresponsible mother." Xiaolong muttered, but he did not say anything more. The pressure of survival was imminent. Although dragons were relatively powerful creatures, the bodies of newborn young dragons were also fragile. If they encountered ferocious beasts that had not hibernated, the young dragons would still be food for them.

"First of all, we have to survive. We have to survive no matter what."

The newborn Dragon Whelps set a small goal for themselves. Although the Dragon Whelp had just been born, it had inherited memories unique to the Dragon Clan. This made the lonely little dragon not helpless. Furthermore, the little dragon did not only have the memories of its parents. It also had another inexplicable memory inheritance...

"Mocu Lius, or Rode? There is no point in dwelling on this matter."

Throwing away the distracting thoughts in his mind, the little dragon opened its "big mouth" and began to bite and swallow the eggshell that wrapped itself around it. The remaining egg liquid in the eggshell was also licked away without leaving any trace. The dragon's inherited memory told him that the eggshell and the remaining egg liquid were the most suitable meal for the Dragon Whelps. Although the other memory made him dislike this kind of behavior, the dragon's inherited memory told him that the egg shell and the remaining egg fluid were the most suitable meal for a Dragon Whelp. But... He had no other choice.

"Burp." It seemed like the egg was heavy enough. After the Dragon Whelp burped from eating, There was still a small portion of the bowl-shaped eggshell left. The food brought him some strength. The Dragon Whelp licked off the last bit of food residue in his mouth. He began to look around.

"Although the stomach problem has been solved, it's only temporary" The little dragon used his claws to scratch his chin. "Alright, I think the other memory inheritance came from a human. Maybe it's the part that my irresponsible mother ate and did not digest... No matter what, I need more food now. And a warm nest before I turn into frozen dragon meat."

Although this small depression at the bottom of the cliff could give the little dragon a simple protection, there was nothing else. If he stayed here without doing anything, the final result would be a frozen dragon corpse. He wouldn't even be qualified to become a legendary bone dragon. Then, when spring arrived, he would be discovered by scavengers and eaten.

The little dragon, who didn't want to cook the frozen dragon meat, could only rack its brain to find a way to get through this predicament in the two sets of inherited memories. Although it wanted to try to light a fire first, the cold wind outside made it impossible for the little dragon to walk to the nearest tree and light a fire.

"I'm glad I'm a dragon." The little dragon looked at the ground below him and moved its claws. It started digging. In winter, the ground was harder than usual, and it was more troublesome to dig. Fortunately, fate had blessed the little dragon this time. After digging out the hardest layer, The little dragon dug out a layer of yellow soil that had a crispy texture, although it looked very hard. However, after a claw, it could easily shatter it. The little dragon was encouraged to dig even harder. The soil that was dug out had already formed a wall to block the wind. This small cave also gradually became warmer. Of course, this kind of physical labor was not completely depleted. Very quickly, the little dragon felt his stomach become empty again.

"I must be starving and hallucinating..." After accidentally swallowing a mouthful of dirt, the little dragon discovered something. This kind of soft dirt actually tasted pretty good, just that after eating it, it felt like his mouth was dry. However, there was snow outside. If he stretched his head out and chewed a few times, he wouldn't be able to dry his mouth.

"What is this? Eat dirt?" A complicated expression appeared on the little dragon's face, but the taste just now really made him unable to stop himself, so he couldn't help but take another bite.

"It's over, I'm afraid I'm addicted to eating dirt..." Swallowing the dirt in his mouth, the little dragon revealed an expression as if he had been played badly. Other than dry soil, the taste of this kind of dirt was not bad. It tasted like a roasted potato without any seasoning. If he could add some seasoning, the taste might be even better... Thinking like this, the little dragon abandoned the discomfort brought by the inherited memories and dug while eating. In the inherited memories of the dragon, the dragon had a strong stomach. Even metal could be easily eaten, let alone dirt. Moreover, dragons would intentionally eat metal ores to increase the strength of their scales. This was also one of the reasons why dragons plundered shiny things - the purified metal tasted better than ores.

"The taste of dragons seems to be good stuff. Perhaps I can surpass Bael'Grylls... But, who is Bergris?" The little dragon chewed on the dirt as he thought about it. After being born, he received two inherited memories at the same time, causing the little dragon's mind to become a little chaotic. Therefore, he often had some strange thoughts.

Although it was true that earth could fill one's stomach, the little dragon's instincts were still thirsting for meat. For a newborn Dragon Whelp. Going out to hunt on such a cold night was unrealistic. The little dragon chose to use earth to make a defensive wall for itself, leaving only a small hole to stretch its nose out. He quietly waited for the arrival of the dawn.

Leaning on the nutrients from digesting the eggshell and the compressed soil to block the cold wind, Lil'Dino endured the cold night in his half-awake state. Finally, the wind gradually stopped, and his nose, which was almost frozen to the point of losing all feeling, could feel the breath of the sun.

"Earth, what a good thing." After pulling back his nose, the little dragon saw the sun, so he pushed open the earth wall. He crawled out of his shelter. A red sun was rising slowly, and the little dragon spread out the membrane wings on its back. He wanted to see as much sunlight as possible.

"First of all, I need a pile of fire."

Looking around, the little dragon found what he wanted - the skin of the birch tree and the dry pine needles. An ordinary dragon would not specifically distinguish the type of tree, but humans would. Relying on his tough claws, the little dragon easily collected enough birch bark. Pine needles and dried branches. Placing these things next to his own nest, the little dragon used earth to build a simple stove. He then added combustible materials into the stove and spat out a mouthful of fire. Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! Pcht! He ignited these things that were rich in oil.

"It's so warm... I'm so glad I'm a fire dragon..." After the fire started, the little dragon let out a long sigh. "I should thank humans, especially the man named 'Bill Griers' in human memory. I think he must be a barbarian shaman who possesses both intelligence and strength. Obtaining his knowledge will give me more confidence to survive. "

The little dragon raised his head and observed his surroundings. He felt that he was at the bottom of a cliff with a wind behind his back. The snow here was not thick. Looking into the distance, he felt that this place should be a part of a cove. At this time, the wind was very small, so the little dragon felt that he should go out and find something to eat. Earlier, when he was searching for fuel, he found a few red berries. Although they were sour and tasty, But he didn't care about being full.

"Although they are new dragons, my scales and claws seem to be tough enough. I think they shouldn't be any weaker than Mr. Griers' dagger. And I have an even stronger advantage."

The little dragon flapped its wings and looked at the tall birch tree beside it. After thinking for a while, it shrank its wings and used its claws to hook the bark to climb up. Although the newborn Dragon Whelp had the size of an adult medium-sized dog, this tree was also large and sturdy. There would not be any black dragon that would crawl halfway and break off. The Dragon Whelp's hard claws firmly grabbed onto the bark, so climbing such a tree was not a difficult task - although it was a little miserable for a tree. One could see a trail of claws carved onto the tree bark from the bottom to the ground. After climbing to the tree crown without any leaves, the Dragon Whelp discovered something.

"Bird nest, unfortunately, there are no eggs in this season." The little dragon clenched its claws, avoiding the bird nest and continued to climb upwards. When it reached a sufficient height, the little dragon began to look around. The snow-covered mountain forest was a vast expanse of whiteness, and no signs of life could be seen. However, the dragon's sense of smell was able to distinguish the scent of blood in the wind.

"It's over here!" After a brief consideration, the little dragon decided to explore the direction of the scent of blood. The dragon's memory told him that the smell of blood should belong to the deer. Perhaps it was an unlucky deer whose throat was bitten off by a stronger predator. The smell of food traveled along the wind. For the sake of caution, the dragon did not choose to walk on land. Instead, it glided between the trees. The effect of the dragon's wings as a glider was quite good. Although it was inevitable that the cut would rub against the branches, there was no need to worry about the solid scales and wing membrane - although this would damage the trees. However, the little dragon did not care about this. Soon, the little dragon saw the scene of the "murder" on the top of the tree. Fortunately, there was only one wolf at the scene. The poor prey that was killed was a deer, and now it had been cut open. As a hunter, the wolf's head went deep into the deer's stomach, enjoying its warm internal organs. The fishy smell from the wind undoubtedly stimulated the little dragon's appetite. Thus, the little dragon decided to be a robber.

Although he decided to rob this lone wolf's prey, the little dragon did not immediately pounce over and bite off the wolf's neck. Human memories brought fear, so the little dragon did not immediately attack. Instead, he thought of a somewhat sinister method...

Compared to the wolves in the pack, Lone Wolf's individual combat strength was often very high. Therefore, Lone Wolf had already noticed the dragon gliding down from the tree when it pounced. However, Lone Wolf did not seem to have any experience dealing with dragons. Instead, he thought that the person who came was a vulture or falcon that snatched food. Therefore, the crafty little dragon decided to lower the dragon's height and approach it before taking the opportunity to bite off the dragon's neck. This way, he could have another portion of food. However, unlike what it had expected, the one flying over was not a falcon. Instead, it was a large burning object.

"Awoo -" A large cluster of flames burned the thick fur on the wolf's back. The flames attached to the wolf's back burned non-stop. This time, even Lone Wolf was scared out of his wits. He rolled a few times on the ground to put out the fire on his body. Seeing another cluster of fire coming at him, he ran away with his tail between his legs in fear.

"Hehe, I never expected the shattered birch tree bark to be so useful." After chasing Lone Wolf away, the little dragon stood proudly on the prey he had snatched. Although the little dragon could spit fire, spitting fire also consumed stamina. Under the current circumstances, it was better to save a little. Thus, he had chewed on a mouthful of birch tree bark before spitting it out at the same time. This way, he could make the flame that he spat out look bigger, and it could continue to burn on the wolf fur. Of course, the attachment of the tree bark was weaker, so the wolf successfully rolled away and extinguished the flames to escape.

"Hmm, looking at the shape of the head, this deer should be the 'silly deer' in human memory."

After chasing away Lone Wolf, the little dragon monopolized the remaining deer meat. Although the soft and warm internal organs were basically eaten up by the wolf, the meat was still there. The biggest advantage of dragons compared to other wild beasts was that they could start a fire. It would prevent the prey from being unable to eat because of the cold. In order to prevent more predators from fighting over it, the dragon chose to light a fire next to the prey. Then, it used its sharp claws to cut the deer into pieces. Although it really wanted to peel off the deer skin first, the dragon's claws were unable to make such precise movements. After cutting off the meat, the little dragon buried the chopped meat into the fire. Very quickly, the fragrance of the meat overflowed.

"Sure enough, the meat is still the best..." The little dragon smelled the aroma of the meat and opened the fire. It took out a deer leg and started chewing. Although the deer leg was still quite hot, this temperature was not a problem for a dragon that could breathe fire. Very quickly, the entire deer was eaten up by the little dragon. Only a pair of antlers and a small portion of the skull was left.

"This deer should be able to hold on for a period of time, but it can't be so peaceful, I need more prey..." Muttering to himself, the little dragon climbed up the treetop again, raising its head to catch the breath in the wind...

On this day, a new predator was born in this mountain forest...