Born a dragon, I'm sorry?

A week passed quickly.

During this week, as they went deeper and deeper, the two young dragons had a deeper understanding of the desolation of the God-forsaken Land. It was unimaginable loneliness, and they might not encounter a living creature in more than a hundred miles.

All they saw along the way were stones, sand, and some bones.

Most of those bones were buried in the yellow sand, and they would be exposed when the wind blew.

From the skulls, there were humanoid creatures and beasts.

There were only some traces of weathering on the bones, and they did not look like they were killed by other creatures. Irene thought they probably died of thirst or freezing, after all, the temperature difference between day and night here was extremely large, and there was a serious lack of water.

After picking up a few bones that should be some kind of cattle for David to grind his teeth, they continued to go deeper into this desolate area, trying to find an area that was more suitable for living.

Although dragons can adapt to most environments, who would be willing to stay in a desolate desert if they could have a comfortable living environment?

Fortunately, that night, Irene and David found an oasis.

Unfortunately, there was a fire in this oasis, which meant that there were already intelligent creatures occupying it.

But this was normal. The God-forsaken Land was so desolate that most of the creatures living here could only hide in these oases.

Under the cover of night, Irene and David flew over the oasis.

They planned to observe the creatures living in the oasis first.

If they were too strong, they could only slowly plan how to seize them. On the contrary, if they were very weak, they would forcibly occupy this place.

In this cruel alien world, Irene had long understood the principle of the survival of the fittest. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Only by surviving could she talk about kindness. If she couldn't even survive, she would only hurt herself if she was still kind.

What's more, she was now a dragon.

With the dragon's extraordinary vision comparable to eagle vision, the two young dragons quickly figured out the owner of this oasis.

They were a group of very weak orcs.

To be precise, it is a branch of the orcs - the dog-headed people, a humanoid creature that looks like a dog but has human-like limbs.

This creature has a great characteristic. They worship dragons extremely, and their ancestors firmly believe that they are the descendants of dragons and have dragon blood flowing in their bodies. Almost every dog-headed person is eager to become a dragon's family.

This wild history is not groundless. There are indeed a few lucky dog-headed people who can awaken the meager dragon blood in their bodies and become a magic professional who can cast some dragon-born magic - dragon vein warlocks.

After confirming that the overall strength of this community is not strong, and the dog-headed people who worship dragons extremely are not a threat to them, Irene and David immediately stopped pretending and swooped down from the sky in a meteorite-like posture.

"Bang! Boom!"

Irene hit the square of this tribe heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

At this time, the dog-headed tribe seemed to be holding a bonfire party. A large number of dog-headed people gathered together. After being attracted by the loud noise, they stopped what they were doing and looked over.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, they were horrified to find that these were two giant beasts covered with black scales.

One of them looked around with golden eyes, and the terrifying dragon might swept all around. The dog-headed people were frightened by the terrifying dragon might and didn't even have the courage to escape.

"Wow! Wow..."

A dog-headed baby held by a dog-headed woman was frightened and cried loudly. When the woman was a little at a loss, the giant beast just glanced at it with its eyes, and the baby stopped crying.

That was the fear and awe engraved in the blood, and it was the blood suppression of the upper creatures over the lower creatures.

After looking around, Irene spread her black dragon wings, and the cold dragon language swept all around with a stronger momentum.

"Submit, or die!"

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Just when Irene was getting impatient and was about to give these dog-headed men a snack, an old dog-headed man leaning on a cane squeezed out of the crowd.

He walked tremblingly to half a meter in front of Irene, then let go of the hand holding the cane, and knelt on the ground with a "thump", lowering his head very low, not daring to look at the golden eyes of the giant beast in front of him.

This was like a fuse, and the other dog-headed men immediately knelt on the ground.

"Master True Dragon... We surrender..." The old dog-headed man's teeth were trembling, as if he was trying to suppress something, and he spoke incoherently.

"Very good, you made a wise choice." Irene raised her head, "Then, under the witness of the gods, sign a master-servant contract with me!"

The old dog-headed man trembled and said, "Your Highness, you have made a wise choice." Irene raised her head, "Then, under the witness of the gods, sign a master-servant contract with me!"

The old dog-headed man trembled and said, "You have made a wise choice." Irene raised her head, "Then, under the witness of the gods, sign a master-servant contract with me!"He raised his head, and what was revealed on his face was not fear, but extreme excitement, and the wrinkles on his old face were stretched out a lot.

Perhaps for other races, being taken as a follower of the dragon means slavery, losing all sovereignty and becoming a vassal.

But it is different for their Iron Fang tribe, not only because they are born to worship dragons, but also because of the harsh living environment.

The God-forsaken Land is not peaceful, and it can even be said to be very chaotic.

Oasis and water sources are the greatest wealth here, and the Iron Fang tribe is not very strong. In the past, they were worried about other tribes coming every day.

Once they were defeated and captured by other tribes, they would become slaves, driven to do the heaviest work, and even when food was scarce, they might be used as emergency food...

Now that they have become the follower of the dragon and have this thigh, they no longer have to worry every day.

If they can be appreciated, given a drop of dragon blood, and become dragon blood kobolds, it would be even more glorious!

This made the old dog-headed man excited.

"Bang!"

The old dog-headed man fell to the ground again.

"I, Labdoderick Summerfimurd Ajeer Brandilado, and all the dog-headed men of the Iron Tooth Tribe, will become the sharpest spear and the most solid shield in your hand, clearing all obstacles in front of you!"

But Irene frowned, "Lab what?"

"Your Majesty, it is Labdoderick Summerfimurd Ajeer Brandilado." The old dog-headed man raised his head and repeated it again.

"The name is too long, I can't remember it." Irene pinched her ears, "From now on, you will be called Wangcai."

"Bang!"

The old dog-headed man hit the ground hard again, a little blood oozed from his forehead, but he didn't care. He raised his head and suppressed his joy, and shouted with awe: "Thank you for the name!"

Then he stood up, and in the envious eyes of the dog-headed men, he shouted: "The celebration continues! Prepare the best food for the great king!"

"Hehe, worthy of being a dog-headed man, the enthusiasm for dragons is even greater than what is recorded in the inheritance." Irene sighed in her heart, turned her head and was about to greet David, but found that this guy was trying to pull his head out of the ground.

Obviously, he fell on his head, no wonder he didn't say a word just now.

Irene covered her face helplessly.

"Next time you go out, don't say you are a black dragon. Just say you are a white dragon, but you are just tanned. We black dragons can't afford to lose face."

"Duang!"

David finally pulled his head out of the ground, sat down on the ground dizzy, shook the dirt off his head, patted his head, poured out a pile of dirt from his ears, tilted his head and asked Irene: "Sister, were you talking to me just now?"

Irene turned her head away as if she didn't know this dragon. "I said you are so handsome."