Originally, Caesar was supposed to be able to live a lazy and comfortable life after signing the treaty with the Orcs, but in reality, he could not do that.
He could enjoy the life of a rice worm and rely on sleeping to climb to the top of the food chain. Perhaps other dragons could do it, but Caesar could not.
In Eladia, it was not impossible to capture a few female slaves, get a couple of pets, and live a carefree, idyllic life. However, one had to have enough capital to do so.
And Caesar's capital was only himself.
Transmigration was really a very unreasonable thing. Why could someone else become a prince with power and influence, and countless beautiful witches flock to him, but he could only become an evil dragon without any magic ability, and he had to spend a lot of effort to catch people himself if he wanted to find some family members?
… It was uncomfortable!
Caesar sighed. He was the Black Dragon. Even if he just lay down and did nothing in the future, there would be groups of adventurers shouting "for justice", and they would come knocking on his door, wanting to chop him into pieces of minced meat.
This sense of urgency was constantly squeezing him, causing Caesar to have a very serious sense of insecurity. Even if he had received three rewards and signed the treaty with the Stone Crow clan, it did not change his mentality.
So what if he had a strong body, fast reflexes, and the ability to breathe? When faced with the siege of a large number of elite warriors, or the continuous explosions of spellcasters, could he withstand it?
Indeed, until now, his growth could be said to be good. At least, no dragon of the same age as Caesar, regardless of the dragon species, was a match for him. But what was there to be proud of?
As time passed and their magic abilities gradually awakened, the true dragons would leave Caesar in the dust. If it was not for Black Dream, he would not be able to catch up in this lifetime.
He had to become stronger.
If he was strong enough, he would not have to worry about attracting trouble even if he did not hide his completely different ability to breathe. Power was the foundation, and power was the foundation.
For the sake of money and women, he had to continue to work hard.
Caesar picked up a bone spur that he used to pick his teeth. He frowned and started to write and draw on the ground. He was thinking about what to do next. There were thousands of ways to pursue power. He had to choose the path that would work for him.
In his previous life, he was a person who had gone through many hardships in society. He pursued everything in advance and had a plan for the future in order to avoid accidents and failures.
On Earth, the result of a business failure was at most going bankrupt, but at least there was still a chance to make a comeback. However, in Airadia, the price of failure was extremely high. Not only would one suffer the predicament of starvation, but one could also lose one's life.
Therefore, Caesar had to be careful at every step. He was thinking about how to maximize his strength during this period of time in the orc tribe. He was also thinking about how to establish himself in this world and how far he wanted to go.
Now was a good time. He had not yet entered the world's vision, and there were no enemies that he needed to take revenge on. Caesar had enough time to hide and gather his claws, and he also had a lot of energy to learn everything that was beneficial to him.
…
In the blink of an eye, Caesar had been staying in the Stone Crow clan for almost a month. During this period of time, other than going out to observe the orcs hunting, he also spent a lot of time with the old chief of the tribe, Sve. He asked the wizard about the principles of magic and how to cast spells.
To be honest, when Caesar first asked Sve to teach him, the old chief was quite unhappy. Dragons were the most representative magical creatures in Airadia. How could they ask him about the basics of magic? This damned dragon, was he not here to humiliate him?
Fortunately, Caesar was an otherworldly Black Dragon with a mature soul. He was good at reading people's expressions. Soon, he understood something from the old chief's face that gradually turned from green to brown. After a sincere explanation, the wizard's face finally relaxed and he agreed to teach him some basic knowledge.
Sve did not think that Caesar was not a real dragon, because this cunning guy first spat out a mouthful of Acid Breath, which was the most representative of a dragon's magic ability. After that, he began to ask the wizard for knowledge. From the very beginning, he had blocked the old orc's train of thought.
When everything was over, Caesar finally finished his arrangements and returned to his lair at the top of the mountain.
Little Luna had been hiding behind Caesar's neck and following him around. She was quite puzzled by his behavior during this period of time. "Are you really a Black Dragon?
You actually squatted on the mountain and watched the orc warriors hunt. You even asked the wizard about the so-called principles of magic like a human. This is unbelievable. "
"Why?"
Luna frowned and pondered. Suddenly, she patted her head and jumped excitedly as if she had solved a puzzle. "Oh!
I get it, I get it! "
There was no one around. She flapped her wings excitedly and circled Caesar's neck. "Caesar, can you tell me about your conspiracy?
How do you destroy this orc tribe? "
...
As expected, the power of imagination was endless. The little girl had already imagined a great conspiracy in her head.
Caesar ignored her. He waved his claws and erased the words "battle" and "magic" written in Chinese characters that only he could understand.
A month ago, he already had a plan. The reason why he went to watch the orc warriors hunt was to study the battle skills of this race.
The Stone Crow clan was only at the level of primitive development. How could they survive in such a harsh environment? It was not only because of the strong bodies of the orcs, but also because of the thousands of years of battle skills passed down from generation to generation. They might not be the strongest humanoid race, but the orcs' battle skills were undoubtedly the best among all humanoid races. They were simply synonymous with battle.
This was good. Caesar only needed to study the orc's various attack skills thoroughly and find the most effective way to counterattack. Then, he would be able to defeat all the orc warriors in Airadia.
The same logic applied to the old wizard Sve. Caesar did not expect to master magic at all. He only wanted to study his potential opponents thoroughly and understand the attack mechanism and counterattack methods of the sorcerers. That was enough.
He had this plan a long time ago. However, there were currently two types of spellcasters. One type was sorcerers who relied on their bloodline to cast spells, such as high-grade violent species, dragons, and even the Forest Fairy Luna.
The other type was sorcerers who relied on their theoretical knowledge to gain the favor of power, such as the orc leader Sve.
Other than humans, most of the races who relied on their bloodline to cast spells did not even know the mechanism and theory behind their spells, let alone teach others.
Caesar had humbly asked Blakesia and Garen for guidance on the theory of spells. They also tried their best to impart their knowledge to their elder brother. However, all they could say was general concepts such as "instinct" and "thought control", which made him feel awkward.
Sorcerers, on the other hand, usually had a clear understanding of the theory of magic and could complete the task of teaching. Therefore, Caesar looked for Sve.
After a month of hard work, he had basically achieved his goal. Next, it was time to move on to the next plan.
Caesar licked his lips — the orcs themselves.
In Airadia, where even ancient dragons could be skinned to the last drop of blood by the human army, the size of their forces was the key factor that determined their overall strength. In terms of weight, it was even more important than an individual's strength.
Therefore, in Airadia, even the proudest and most honorable golden dragons had to yield to the situation and run around looking for their kin. Caesar naturally turned his attention to the orcs.
Every evil dragon would more or less have some orc kin. One should know that if a race could gain the favor of all the evil dragons, it would definitely be powerful.
The orcs were famous for their bravery and strength in battle. They were hardworking, loyal, and reliable. Other than being a little stupid and living a rough life, they did not have any shortcomings that were difficult to accept.
As followers, being stupid and living a rough life was an advantage for the orcs. They were very easy to raise and were the standard template for forming the main battle force in an organization.
If it was a month ago, Caesar would definitely not be so arrogant to think of subduing a group of orcs. One should know that he was only eight years old.
However, the situation now was different. He now had enough time to grow and he also had enough time to abduct the Stone Crow clan. It seemed like it would not be difficult for him to recruit all of the orcs into his pocket.
Thinking of abducting, Caesar subconsciously glanced at Luna. The little girl was repairing her little house with broken stones. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely.
The strange expression on the Black Dragon's face made Luna's heart turn cold. She quickly threw away the stone in her hand and subconsciously hugged her arms.
"You … What are you doing?"