Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 861 - 479 Both Meat and Vegetables A Balanced

Chapter 861: Chapter 479: Both Meat and Vegetables, A Balanced Diet

Chapter 861: Chapter 479: Both Meat and Vegetables, A Balanced Diet

Negris was lost for a good while before he finally understood the meaning of Ange’s words, “Are you saying that the Dragon God Blood can make it evolve again? Into a real Gold Dragon? The kind with wings?”

Ange nodded.

“What’s needed? Dragon God Blood?” Negris asked.

Ange nodded.

Doroc, who had been looking forward to their conversation, deflated upon hearing this, “Dragon God Blood? Heh, I’ve never even seen what a Dragon God looks like. We’re just degenerated sub-dragons, no no no, we can’t even count as sub-species. Those Sub-dragons can at least have their blood boil, awakening some bloodline talents, but we can’t do anything.”

“Er, that’s not right, though. You use your Dragon Breath quite proficiently and even know your full name. Doesn’t seem like you haven’t experienced blood boiling,” Negris questioned, puzzled.

Doroc sighed, “I’m a bit of an exception, the most talented one in our clan. The elders once said that if my bloodline were complete, I would be the dragon with the best chance of becoming the King of Dragon Clan. But even for me, my blood only boiled when I was young. It doesn’t happen anymore now that I’m old.”

Negris snorted with laughter, “A little fart of a dragon who’s only two thousand years old, acting all mature.”

Feeling indignant, Doroc retorted, “No matter how young, I’m still much older than you. You Embryo Dragon, have you even hatched? Dragon eggs are bigger than you.”

“Hehe, listen well, my name is Nefarian Uzumos Lavalite Babuguli Griegory… Knowledge·Negris. Sounds familiar, right? Guess which generation I belong to?” Negris said with a smug smile.

At the beginning of the introduction, Doroc was already stunned because the first part was exactly the same as its own, meaning this Bronze Dragon was its direct relative.

By the time Negris finished reciting his full name, Doroc had figured it out: “You… you’re my… ancient ancestor’s ancestor’s ancestor’s grandfather?”

Based on the full name, Negris’s generational seniority was ridiculously high; no wonder it had the demeanor of looking down at a junior.

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Negris nodded, “I out-age you by at least sixteen generations. We must be from the XXX generation’s branch. Who would’ve thought I’d encounter kin of the Giant Dragon lineage in this place.”

Although Gaddarigo was a Dragon Sorcerer, it was a natively Undead being that arose from a dragon’s corpse – a new form of life born from a Dragon Corpse, a Witch but not a dragon, having no relationship with the Dragon Clan.

Doroc was the first Dragonkin it had seen in this Plane, and what a coincidence, both were from the Nefarian lineage.

As to why a Gold Dragon would be a direct descendant of an Ancient Dragon, that’s a question for Doroc’s ancestors. Some Ancient Dragon mated with a lower dragon, producing Sub-dragons that degenerated into a wingless variety over time.

Doroc was just a bit of an anomaly; it had reverted to its ancestors’ form, which is why it could grow into its current form.

“Ancestor… sir,” Doroc tentatively called out with closed eyes, unable to utter the words with eyes open. This Embryo Dragon lacked even a hint of an ancestor’s dignity.

“Good, that ‘ancestor sir’ is well deserved; at least those stinking dragon eggs of yours have been spared,” Negris said cheerfully.

With a mix of suspicion and trust, Doroc led Ange and the group back to the cave. Returning to its original platform, Doroc stared at the water pond below for a moment, then dived in headfirst, and when it emerged, it was holding a plump, round fish in its mouth.

Doroc brought the fish in front of Negris, politely saying, “Ancestor sir, please dine. You too, and you, Great Angel sir, do you eat fish? Should I grill it first?”

“Rawr!” Little Angel responded.

Not understanding… Doroc returned a blank stare and sheepishly pulled its head back.

Negris had already surveyed the entire cave. There were two entrances to the cave: the water pond below was one entrance, leading directly to the ocean with many sea creatures moving around there.

The other entrance was the cliffside cave. The dragon eggs were arranged along both sides of this entrance, probably for ventilation and drying. Without air circulation, these eggs might not be preserved at all.

After checking, Negris found that of the more than one hundred eggs, less than twenty still had vitality – precisely eighteen. The rest had gone bad.

Even among the eighteen survivors, the condition wasn’t great; many were undeveloped due to the lack of a suitable environment.

After making a round and seeing the dutifully offered fish from its junior, Negris unceremoniously breathed Dragon Breath over it, searing the skin slightly, and then took a big bite.

Of course, the Dragon Breath wasn’t for cooking the fish, but to sanitize the area around the mouth. After a few bites, Negris started to complain, “What kind of fish is this? The flesh is sour. It tastes terrible.”

“The sour taste is the real deal. This is a Red Blood Fish. Both the flesh and the blood are red. Once dead, the blood seeps into the flesh, making it sour and appetizing. It’s not too sour when fresh, but it gets more sour over time,” explained Doroc.

“Er, don’t you know how to bleed it? There’s a human pirate named Black Night Raven who told me that fish with red blood, if bled properly, won’t taste sour. Catch another one, let’s try that,” Negris suggested.

Doroc, half believing and half doubting, brought another fish up, hung it, and let it bleed. All the while, Negris kept slapping and patting it, ensuring the blood drained cleanly – a technique taught by Black Night Raven that Negris remembered clearly as it was a piece of knowledge.

They used Dragon Breath again to curl the fish skin, separating it from the flesh inside, making it peel off easily.

After tasting it again, it indeed tasted much better.

Doroc, who had eaten several fish as well, felt much better appetite-wise after Ange’s healing, which fortuitously cured some of its longstanding injuries. Now, it was feeling quite hungry.