Emperor Penguin Bird Breeding Online

The elder of the Black Crow Clan is not the same as the wizard or leader of the primitive tribe that Song Wenso thought he was. The inheritance function is the same as in the inheritance of one's own race.

The elders are generally assumed by the people with the best memory and the smartest in the clan. After all, the Black Crow Clan has not yet developed their own words to record them, so they can only rely on the elders to recall those things over and over again every day. Remember.

The elder’s name is Cui, but no one has called him by his name since he became an elder. There are not many things he can tell foreigners like Song Wen. After all, elders who are not involved in the secrets of the clan will teach them one by one. For the members of the clan, Ah Da grew up in front of the elders, and Song Wen already knew almost everything he wanted to know from Ah Da's mouth, and it was impossible for the remaining elders to just explain it to the elders without reservation. Several strangers meeting for the first time.

Song Wen felt a little disappointed in his heart. Ah Que, who was next to him, took out the mutton soup in the big bamboo tubes before. The mutton soup had been left for a while, and the weather outside was not warm. There was a layer of white oil foam, and Song Wen saw that Ah Que was going to feed the mutton soup directly to the cubs by the fire, so he quickly reached out to stop it.

"Let me warm it up for you. It doesn't taste good when it's cold, and it's not easy for the cubs to digest."

"We don't have a stone pot." Ah Que held the wooden stopper that he had finally unscrewed, and for a moment didn't know whether to feed it directly to the cubs who were staring at him or pass the bamboo tube to Song Wen.

Song Wen took over the bamboo tube and put it directly on the side of the fire to warm it up. There was no need to boil it, and it was returned to Ah Que after the top layer of oil melted.

The smell of broth quickly permeated Nuo Da's cave, not to mention the cubs who got close, even the elder who had been sitting upright couldn't help but glance at the bamboo tube in Ah Que's hand from time to time go.

Song Wen heard the low-pitched discussions of the Black Crows around them, some were discussing them as foreigners, some were speculating about his and Yi's race, but more people were saying that the smell in Ah Que's hand was very fragrant. What the broth will taste like.

Although these people had a heated discussion, no one wanted to come over to grab food from the cubs. At most, they just lay on the edge of the bird's nest and sniffed their noses a few times, as if this was considered as a taste of the delicious broth.

The broth in several large bamboo tubes was only shared with the cubs, and the soft boiled mutton inside was shared with them a bit more. The remaining broth, Ah Que, went outside and grabbed a few handfuls of snowflakes to mix in, imitating Song Wen. Just like before, put the bamboo tube by the fire to warm again. After the snowflakes melted, I gave the elder a small sip, and then took the two sides and distributed them to other tribesmen one by one.

Originally, the soup was only for one or two people, but Ah Que forcibly gave all the clansmen a taste of the broth. Song Wen felt very sad seeing these scrawny Black Crow clansmen who had been starving for the whole winter.

He rummaged through his backpack, and there were some dry food made of rattan melons in it. He simply cut the dried rattan melons into cubes with a bone knife, took some snow water from the previous few bamboo tubes, and boiled them for a few more. Bamboo tube rattan melon soup, they didn't come out for a long time this time, and Song Wen didn't bring much dry food, so cooking it with soup and water would allow these people to have a hot mouthful.

They don't have much food in storage now, and they can't contribute all the food to make these Black Crows have a full meal.

"Didn't you say before that you wanted Ah Da to teach you how to fish? It just so happens that it's still early in the morning, why don't you call some people and let Ah Da take you to prepare dinner for tonight." Tenggua couldn't feed these Black Crows enough, But with such a big North River, the current river fish is easy to catch, and it is enough for these Black Crows to have a full meal first.

Ah Que's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and after getting the elder's nod, he dragged Ah Da to the river without saying a word. I have taught Ah Da how to use it. Although Ah Da has not learned how to make those tools, it is not a problem to use them. Let Ah Da use them at will. They are some easy-to-make things, and there is no need to worry about breaking them.

Ah Que led his patrol team, together with those clansmen who were idle in the cave, and the crowd surrounded Ah Da and went out in a mess.

Ahen the emperor penguin didn't know if he understood what they said, he tilted his neck and thought about it for a while, and then wobbled along with his short legs.

Ah Pang is not interested in fishing. Like other orcs, Ah Pang does not like water. Instead, he is more interested in the cubs of the Black Crow Cubs who are huddled by the fire. Ah Pang has never seen Song Wen and Yi, who had already transformed into other cubs, were naturally excluded by him.

Although it was the first time for the Crow Cubs to see the Harpies, they didn't know if it was because the two races were naturally at odds. The Crow Cubs were still a little scared of Fatty. Although the cubs don't use change form as a sign of adulthood, once they molt, the harpies' cubs will grow to be extremely tall. In front of them, these few knee-high black people are crowded together. On the contrary, the cubs of the Crow Clan looked even smaller.

Fatty wanted to get closer, and the crow cubs stepped back a little. Fatty squinted his eyes when he saw this, and saw that the adults didn't pay attention to their small movements, so he approached the crow cubs without any trace. The cub took a step closer.

The cubs retreated farther and farther away, almost far away from the heat source of the fire.

Fatty curled his lips, stopped teasing the cubs, ran back to Song Wen, and nestled at Song Wen's feet to let him smooth the feathers.

Seeing this, the other Black Crows who were watching around the bird's nest looked at the cubs with a look of hatred, wishing they could run over and reprimand the cubs who had huddled together.

"It's just a harpy cub."

"Yes, it's just a harpy cub, why are you afraid of him?"

"Isn't it just a little taller?"

"The claws are a bit sharper than our cubs, too."

"It also has the same face as Ah Da."

"It's not the same, is it?"

"What's different? Same black hair."

"And a small mouth."

"Yes, isn't Ah Da's mixed race also a member of our Black Crow Clan?"

"Then why should our cub be afraid of him?"

"You are not afraid?"

"How could I be afraid of the harpies, the harpy who robbed my hare, next time I see him, I must scratch his face."

"Why did you scratch his face? Don't you think he looks better than you in human form?"

"Don't you also like Harpies like Ah Da?"

"The appearance of the harpies is similar to that of our Crow Clan, right? It seems good to find a harpy as a partner."

"They lay eggs themselves."

"Then they must have a lot of eggs."

"I'm so envious."

"I'm so envious."

"..."

Song Wen didn't pay attention to what the surrounding Black Crows were discussing secretly, he opened his backpack, took out a cub egg carefully wrapped in animal skin, and handed it to the elder, "Elder, I wonder if you can tell which race this cub egg belongs to?"

The elder was a little surprised looking at the chubby baby egg, but he didn't rush to answer Song Wen's question, but asked, "Where did you get this baby egg?"

"It was obtained from the territory of the flamingo. We guess it should be a baby egg that was stolen by the flamingo." Song Wen briefly explained the origin of the baby egg.

The elder pondered for a while, and touched his smooth chin with his fingers. The Black Crow Clan seldom had long beards, and they didn't like beards either.

Looking at the other party's expression, Song Wen knew that the elder should recognize this cub egg. Even if he couldn't accurately tell the specific race of the cub egg, he could at least know what kind of egg it was. A long time has passed since the shaking of the first egg, and even Ah Fat can molt and is about to learn to fly, but this egg still has not broken its shell, and Song Wen is worried that this egg will not be able to fly. If something unexpected happens, I can't wait to crack open the eggshell and take a look inside to feel at ease.

"As far as I know, the cub eggs of most races in the Southern Land are oval-shaped." The elder paused, and then slowly said, "Cub eggs like this kind of round shape are more like living in the past." Terrestrial species in the North Sea."

"Land species?"

In fact, it is a name that distinguishes the orcs who live on land from their bird orcs, but now most of the young orcs don't know about these races.

The elder nodded, but he was not sure. After all, the elder had never really seen the cub eggs of the terrestrial species. The description of these cub eggs was also passed down to him by the elders of the Black Crow Clan from generation to generation. .

"Then... can he break the shell?"

Song Wen never thought that he would pick up an extinct bird egg. How long has it been since the catastrophe in Beihai?Or did other terrestrial species survive, only to be unlucky enough to have their young eggs stolen by flamingos?

The elder sighed and shook his head, "Since this cub egg is in your hands, you should raise it first. The cubs of terrestrial species can hunt in the sky, and after breaking their shells, they have the ability to protect themselves." , you don’t need to worry too much.”

The cubs are only the most vulnerable when they are in the egg and need to be carefully hidden. Unfortunately, the pure blood of their black crows has become weaker and weaker. Now the cubs eat less after hatching, let alone hunting. There is a danger of premature death, thinking of this, the elder couldn't help frowning deeply.

It is really getting more and more difficult to raise the cubs now, the elder rubbed his forehead with a headache.

Song Wen touched the cub egg in his hand, turned his head to look at Yi, Yi pursed his lips, and he listened quietly to Song Wen talking to the elder all the way, and didn't interrupt too much.

Song Wen was silent for a while, and still planned to ask the elder about Yi's race. He turned Yi into a prototype first, "Elder, can you tell which race Xiaoji is from?"

The elder looked at the tall golden birds and beasts in front of him, and his pupils widened slightly.