Emperor Penguin Bird Breeding Online

This answer was beyond Song Wen's expectations, but the burial place can only be found by birds and beastmen who are dying of old age. Naturally, the harpies don't know the exact location of the burial place, so ask again. Nothing useful came out.

"Little cub, what kind of fish did you send me? This tastes good, and I can feel that it must be a powerful fish." It is that the number of fish pieces sent every time is not many, and the eagle body The banshee thought regretfully, if she waited for it to escape from the ice hole, she could try to catch a few to eat.

"Can you tell whether their strength is strong from the meat?" Song Wen asked curiously.

"Of course, if we encounter a race that is too powerful, we won't resist if we can't beat it. Don't underestimate the nose of our harpies. In the forest, we can still smell the enemy from afar."

The forest that the harpy said was not in the North Sea. According to it, they called it the Southern Land. The whole land was covered with dense forests, and it was far away from the ocean. The harpies lived in Deep in the forest, they go out to hunt in the dead of night and when the moon comes out, so their sense of smell and hearing are stronger than that of ordinary raptors.

According to the harpies, even the so-called transforming orcs live in the same group, they don't live together like humans, and they don't form any relatively large tribes.Song Wen was a little disappointed after hearing this, but thinking about going to the southern land, he had to cross the water-absorbing dragon zone, and emperor penguins can't fly, so it might not be easy to leave the North Sea, so it's better to find a small warm island nearby , At least have to survive the next winter before making plans.

"Whale meat."

The harpy is taking a mouthful of ice and snow and intends to clean the mouth that has just eaten meat. The harpy is a very clean race. Every time it eats, it will clean itself first, of course because it is now trapped in the In the solid ice, only the head of the whole body can move. No matter how you clean it, the whole head will be a mess after a long time. If there is a mirror in front of it, the harpies will scream and smash the mirror Get rid of it, so as not to see yourself in such a mess.

"Ahem, what are you talking about? Whale meat?" The ice and snow that hadn't completely melted made the harpy choke a few times, and her beautiful peach eyes were widened by it. It was obviously shocked by Song Wen's words. An emperor penguin cub can't go out to sea alone, how can it get the ferocious whale meat?And, do emperor penguins hunt whales?

"What whale?"

"Humpback whale." Song Wen kindly answered Harpy's question.

The harpies couldn't even close their mouths, but Song Wen felt a little puzzled. Would a harpies living in the forest know what a humpback whale was?But judging by Harpy's reaction, it was obvious that the other party knew about it.

"Our elders will teach us a lot of things since we were born. Whether it is creatures living in the forest or creatures living in the sea, we can recognize most of them. If we don't recognize them, we will accidentally encounter them when hunting. Some ferocious beasts and raptors are very dangerous." The harpies swallowed and trembled at the fact that they had eaten whale meat, and they generally would not take the initiative to provoke creatures that were bigger than themselves , not to mention that adult humpback whales are not just a little bigger than their harpies.

Song Wen understood it, it seems that he still knows too little about the orcs.

Even when he was not delivering meat to the Harpy, Song Wen would stroll over every day to have a word with the Harpy, and gradually got to know her better.

Every orc child will have a name given by the elders before birth, like the wings of the little yellow chicken, which were engraved into the inheritance of the little yellow chicken by its parents before it was born, so even if there is no People tell it its name, and the little yellow chicken also knows its own name.With inheritance, even without the guidance of the elders, the little yellow chicken can gradually learn a lot of knowledge as it grows older.

Of course, not every race has this kind of inheritance, for example, Harpies don't have such abilities.Song Wen guessed that the race of the little yellow chicken must not be simple. When it grows up, the little yellow chicken may be more powerful than the harpies.

The harpy's name is Man, and it has no surname. Its people generally call it Aman, and Song Wen also called it that after getting acquainted with it.

Probably because he has been trapped in the ice for too long, and the days when someone fed him without hunting made Ah Man a complete chatterbox. Sometimes Song Wen would chatter a lot even if he didn’t ask, and sometimes It’s talking about some interesting things that happened in the forest, sometimes it’s the crisis I encountered when I was hunting, but the raptors all have their own fixed territory, and Aman’s age is not very old, in fact, it is very difficult for other orc races. He didn't know much, and he didn't even know which race the little yellow chicken belonged to.

As the days passed, the little yellow chicken shed more and more hair, and the hair shed was much faster than the new ones. Sometimes Song Wen combed it for a mouthful of fluff. He slept at night The nest is almost covered with a layer of golden color. Of course, the whole bird of the little yellow chicken is almost turning into a bald bird, and it no longer has the fluffy and cuteness before.

Without the fluff to keep out the cold, the little yellow chicken has become more afraid of the cold than before. Except for the time when the sun is the warmest at noon, the little yellow chicken sleeps in the warm feather-covered nest all day long. Song Wen is worried. It would be frozen if it followed itself to the crevice of the iceberg to eat, so it simply transported the whale meat back to the snow pit to feed the little yellow chicken, and would not let it follow it out.

Although the little yellow chicken was not very happy, Song Wen always went out while it was sleeping, and almost came back when the little yellow chicken woke up. After a few times, the little yellow chicken also had nothing to do with Song Wen. , it's too sleepy.

The original frequency of going out every other day had to be changed to once a day. Fortunately, as the weather warmed up day by day, the snowflakes on the ground had begun to melt slowly, exposing the solid ice covered by snow. Knowing the skill of moving on the ice can greatly shorten the time for Song Wen to go back and forth between the two places. If the speed is fast, he can even go back and forth twice a day.

This day, Song Wen took the whale meat and prepared to return to the breeding ground before noon. Because he went in and out every day, there was now a smooth ice road between the two places, and Song Wen wanted to put the meat on his feet. When you go up to carry it, you can only slide carefully when you go back.

"Hoo--" A crisp and clear bird call broke the silence on the ice sheet.

Song Wen's footsteps paused. This was the only bird call he heard besides the emperor penguin since he came here. He raised his head, and a gray-black figure flew briskly across the dusty sky. .Song Wen's heart skipped a beat. The emperor penguin's instinct made him understand that the birds appearing on the ice field at this time are not a good thing for them. I'm afraid that the predators on the ice field are coming back.

The hair of the emperor penguin cubs is gray and white, which is actually not very obvious in the snow. The bird didn't seem to notice Song Wen, and soon disappeared from Song Wen's sight. Looking in the direction, I'm afraid it was towards the breeding ground and go.

There are not many adult emperor penguins in the current breeding grounds, and most of them are cubs who have not yet been able to go to sea.

Song Wen speeded up and walked towards the breeding ground. At this time, the little yellow chicken should be hiding in the snow pit to sleep, and should not go out and wander around casually. The little yellow chicken is smaller than the emperor penguin cubs, Song Wen Worried it will be targeted by predators.

"oh oh--"

"call out--"

When Song Wen returned to the breeding ground, the cubs were very calm, and there seemed to be no signs of raptors breaking in to prey on them. Several adult emperor penguins who stayed behind to take care of the cubs pressed their bellies against the ice and slowly passed the ice. Sliding outside the group, some emperor penguins who went out to hunt came back from the outside, and they were raising their necks and making calls to call their cubs to come out to eat.

The snow pit was still some distance away from the cub group, Song Wen bypassed these cubs and continued towards home.

But before he got closer, he saw the giant petrel flying in the sky before.

It was an adult female giant petrel. It looked shorter than the emperor penguin cubs, but its wingspan was more than one meter long. It was spreading its wings and threatening to stop several cubs.

Song Wen knew those cubs. They used to go to their snow pit for a walk, and the cubs were often driven away by the little yellow chicken. Generally, the cubs would not go to the snow pit after being driven away by the little yellow chicken a few times. The hole is near, but these cubs don’t know if it’s the head iron or not, and they come here happily every day. If the little yellow chickens don’t run out to drive them away, Song Wen suspects that they even plan to stay outside the snow pit for the night .

Once, when Song Wen woke up in the morning, he saw one of the cubs sticking half of its head into the hole, and Song Wen's drowsy creatures were scared away.

However, Song Wen is very grateful to these cubs. On this desolate ice field, the daily visits of these cubs have brought a lot of excitement to him and the little yellow chicken. Song Wen sometimes suspects that the little yellow chicken is Instead of using these cubs as hunting objects to practice, occasionally it can be seen picking a few strands of hair from the cubs, taking them back to the den as trophies, and thickening the mattresses they sleep on.

But the little yellow chicken knows how to measure and never hurts the cubs.

Several cubs were crowded close together, and the giant petrel stretched its neck and kept probing, circling around the emperor penguin cubs from time to time, as if thinking about where to bite.

It was the first time for the cubs to face the enemy's attack directly after hatching, but they were often chased away by the little yellow chicken before, and they were not too panicked at the moment. Instead, they spread their small wings, stretched their necks and Ju Haiyan confronted each other.