According to the agreement, the Stone Crow clan had to ensure the Black Dragon's daily meals. However, during this period of time, they regretted their decision just like Caesar did. They were afraid of being dominated, and they could not wait to break the agreement.
That was because this guy could eat too much!
According to common sense, apart from the baby dragon stage, dragons were quite restrained in their diet and would not eat more than half of their own body weight in a day. Even the Red Dragon Queen, one of the few truly morbidly obese dragons known to scholars and adventurers today, would not eat more than twice her own body weight in a day.
But this Black Dragon, the one who signed the agreement with them, the one named "Caesar Ortolunso Tangerine", the orc warriors who were responsible for transporting the food were certain that this guy would eat more than three times its body weight every time.
In other words, Caesar could eat four Baithmai Horned Bulls in a day.
(Note: Baithmai Horned Bulls are herbivores found in the grasslands, mountains, and forests of the west. They were first discovered by the dwarf Baithmai and got their name because of their huge horns. They are ferocious creatures that feed on grass, twigs, bamboo shoots, and tree bark. Adult Baithmai Horned Bulls are generally four meters long, with the largest reaching five meters. They weigh about 1.5 tons.)
Seeing the Dark Dragon wolfing down the food before them, the already green faces of the warriors in charge of transporting the food turned even greener. One had to know that the Bismarck Horned Bulls were not animals that were easy to hunt. Wild herds of Bismarck Horned Bulls were extremely ferocious, and would often charge around wildly.
At first, the orcs thought that this despicable Black Dragon was deliberately making things difficult for them. But later, they realized that this guy's appetite was really that big. Looking at how Caesar ate the Baithmai Horned Bulls without spitting out the bones, the orcs realized that four Baithmai Horned Bulls might not be enough to fill his stomach.
Such exaggerated news caused a small panic in the hunting group. When they reported this news to Sve, even their clan leader, who was the least like an orc and had always been calm, was shocked. He felt that his teeth were aching, and hurriedly went back to his cave to read more information.
Indeed, Caesar's appetite had greatly affected the Stone Crow clan. In order to provide enough meat for the Black Dragon, they had no choice but to send twenty elite warriors from the hunting team to hunt the Horned Bulls.
This was already a heavy burden for the Stone Crow clan, which only had sixty hunters. In fact, the lack of food had always been a serious problem for the orcs.
The wilderness was very dangerous. Some high-level monsters were especially powerful. Every time they hunted, there might be beastmen who lost their lives.
Even so, these green-skinned orcs did not complain to anyone. Other than seeing that Caesar's expression was not good when he ate, they did not even mention this to him.
Just like Caesar's impression, the orcs were very stubborn. There was a saying among this clan, "The spit of an orc is as hard as the skull of a pachycephalosaurus." They were true to their words and would never go back on their words. Although the work of hunting the Horned Bulls exhausted the warriors, they still had to grit their teeth and endure until they found a better substitute.
However, in order to ensure that the Black Dragon had enough food, the normal orcs of the Stone Crow clan were getting less and less food. Many female orcs and little orcs had started to eat the preserved meat that they had stored.
This was a very bad sign.
"It's time to restart the trade with the humans." After discovering this phenomenon, Chief Sve had no choice but to make a decision.
… …
"Hmm … Damn the dry season, I think it's coming again."
Caesar stretched out his hind legs and lay down in the nest. He raised an extra-large stone wine cup and took a sip of his homemade drink.
"I've never eaten something so delicious before. It's even better than flower dew!"
Little Luna imitated him and took a sip from the cup that was not even as big as a grain of rice. She squinted her eyes like a mouse that had stolen a piece of cheese. "Caesar, you're really a genius. How did you come up with this idea?"
The reason was that when Kaiser was watching the orcs hunting, he found a plant that looked very much like mint in the wetlands of the mountains. Although its branches and leaves were coarser and thicker than mint, the taste was almost the same. Moreover, it was cooler and sweeter.
At first, Caesar just wanted a change of taste. He had been eating fresh meat, rotting meat, and cooked meat. He was sick of all kinds of meat, so he would chew on a few stalks of this grass and keep it in his mouth like cool candy.
But as the weather got hotter, he suddenly had an idea. He ordered Little Luna to bring a few stalks of this plant back. First, he used fire to boil it into water, then he used his Frost Breath to freeze it.
In the end, the liquid he made was so delicious that Little Luna stopped drinking flower dew every day. She would run out early in the morning and come back with a bunch of stalks of grass. She would try her best to boil them with fire and then look at Caesar, waiting for him to start.
After interacting with him for a while and getting familiar with him, Luna was not as afraid of this Black Dragon as before. This guy was different from the other Black Dragons. He did not like to live in the damp and filthy swamps at the bottom of the river, nor did he like the rotten stench coming from his body. He even kept his lair neat and tidy. He was basically a flirtatious slut in the Black Dragon.
Of course, these were all her unspoken criticisms. The real reason was that Luna found this guy's personality to be quite good. He was not as violent, vicious, and neurotic as the legendary Black Dragon. Apart from being so gloomy that it scared her when he was serious, he was quite easy to get along with, and communication was not a problem.
"Even you don't know the name of this grass?"
Caesar glanced at Luna who was still slurping her drink, his tone full of undisguised disdain. She was a forest fairy, and yet she could not even recognize plants.
"Oh, phew."
Luna choked and quickly patted her chest. She did not realize that she was in the right. "In Airadia, no one would study and name ordinary plants that are not dangerous and cannot fill one's stomach. Not to mention the forest fairies, even if you search the entire Airadia, no one would know its name."
After saying that, she felt that this was not enough to express her anger, so she added angrily, "Even if there is, it must be something that guy randomly came up with."
"Is that so …"
Caesar thought for a moment. He wanted to ask Luna more about the local customs of Airadia, but he saw the little girl suddenly jump up and crawl between his thorns. Her expression became extremely serious. "There are spellcasters approaching the Stone Crow clan."
Hearing that, Caesar immediately crawled to the edge of his lair and poked his head out to look.
"Humans."
In his sight, a group of humans that seemed to be traveling merchants and their numbers were not small. They slowly walked into the territory of the Stone Crow clan.