chsdbacks Chapter 12 The Self-Cultivation of a "Pet"
Chapter 12 The Self-Cultivation of a "Pet"
With the silver moon high in the sky, Flint Claw no longer needed to hide from the sunlight and could climb out of the cave to stretch his body.
After resting for a few days, the injured hind paw has scabbed over and can now put weight on it. While kobolds don't have strong regenerative abilities, they do have a strong survival ability.
Kobolds have no particular requirements for food and can quickly regain their mobility after being injured, which are important factors for their survival in the wilderness.
Gazing at the silvery moonlight, Flintclaw's heart pounded wildly in its chest. It usually disliked even the moonlight, but today was an exception.
It wasn't out of fear, but out of an unstoppable excitement.
It survived the most dangerous situation.
Then, as if by miracle, it found the kobolds' lifelong pursuit—the Dragon Lord.
Flint Claw licked its lips, licking all the food crumbs from its mouth back into its mouth.
This is food bestowed by the Dragon Lord, the meat of a lizard beast.
Although it wasn't as sticky and delicious as the succulent meat of rock worms, it still found it incredibly sweet.
Footsteps could be heard coming from the cave entrance.
The flintclaw suddenly raised its head, its nose moving before its eyes.
A smell wafted over first.
Majestic, wild... it carries the essence of the Dragon Lord, yet is somewhat subtle.
Flint Claw immediately lowered its body, buried its head in its forepaws, and let out a soft, respectful whimper.
They are the retinue of the Dragon Lord.
The power within her was bestowed by the Dragon Lord; Flint Claw was absolutely certain of this.
Her existence was simply the perfect form that Flintclaw had longed for, a form bestowed upon her by the Dragon Lord.
Therefore, it had no doubt about the Dragon Lord's power. Even though the Dragon Lord did not seem to have grown up yet, the Dragon Lord's blessings were by no means empty words.
Flint Claw was filled with envy; its bloodline's instinctive thirst for dragon blood made its soul restless.
Immediately afterwards, another odor wafted out.
Fresh, gentle... it smells like ancient trees and moonlight.
Suizhu wrinkled his nose, instinctively feeling disgusted.
Dog-headed people naturally abhor this smell.
Although it had never encountered a fairy in its life, just like its worship of dragons, its bloodline made it loathe fairies... and a scent similar to fairies.
The kobolds do not distinguish their own kind by appearance, let alone these smooth-skinned aliens.
It only believes in smell and status.
This smelly creature, always timidly following behind the Dragon Lord's retinue, has very little power. It only obeys the Dragon Lord's retinue's orders and sometimes even begs for petting and food.
Therefore, she must be "a pet of the Dragon Lord's retinue".
Flint Claw immediately straightened its shriveled chest and flexed its back.
As the dragon lord's "pet", it must perform better than this "pet".
More obedient, more useful, and more loyal.
Only in this way will the Dragon Lord favor it and bestow power upon it.
At that time, its status will completely surpass that of this "family pet".
Finally, the majestic and familiar scent entered my nostrils.
It secretly raised its eyes and looked at the boy who came out of the cave.
That's Allen, its dragon lord.
The scent of the Dragon Lord always delighted it—hot, powerful, and wild.
Each time it smelled it, Flint Claw felt the pain in its wounds lessen.
It loved the smell so much that it couldn't control its instincts.
When it first pledged allegiance to the Dragon Lord, it became so carried away that it leaned over and licked the Dragon Lord's heel.
The Dragon Lord was furious; he nearly threw Flint Claw into the sea, and it was terrified.
Therefore, it understood a principle of serving the Dragon Lord:
Only those who perform well enough, are loyal enough, and are useful enough are qualified to touch and serve the Dragon Lord.
That's right, when it receives the Dragon Lord's blessing, it will definitely be able to lick it again.
"Flint, let's begin today's hunt."
The Dragon Lord looked at it and said, "Take us to the monster territory you explored yesterday."
"Yes, sir!"
That's right. After successfully pledging allegiance to the Dragon Lord, the Dragon Lord gave it the task of finding and hunting powerful magical beasts.
It has lived here for generations, and although it lives deep underground, no one in the wilderness is blind.
Investigating the surrounding "powerful neighbors" and confirming the boundaries of their territory is something that tribal leaders must do.
Therefore, it knew very well where monsters nested and where the aura was too dangerous to approach.
In addition, its sensitive nose allows it to track its prey even if it is not a magical beast that has a fixed nest.
On the first night, it pointed out a monitor lizard's nest.
The next day, it found a long-tusked demon boar that was entrenched by a mountain spring.
The third day, the fourth day...
It successively pointed out the territories of powerful magical beasts.
Most of the time, once the Dragon Lord and his retinue take action, they can easily hunt down the prey.
However, on a few occasions, the Dragon Lord finds it difficult to defeat enemies who are too powerful.
It prepares traps in advance and wears down its prey's strength in the same way it hunts rock worms.
The dragon lord praised the trap, and it was clear that he was very satisfied with its work.
Suizhao counted on his fingers and found that the Dragon Lord was very satisfied about three times.
The third time, the dragon lord reluctantly allowed it to lick its heel once.
Feeling the Dragon Lord's ever-increasing favor, Flint Claw could roughly guess that his own blessing was not far off.
Of course, while remaining loyal to the Dragon Lord, it did not forget its own kind.
It longs to quickly accumulate the "offerings" required by the Dragon Lord, and after receiving the power, reclaim its position as leader of the tribe.
Its tribe is small, consisting of only about 50 members.
However, while it was diligently accumulating "dedication," its people were surely being led to destruction by that mad leader.
Even without me, the blood sacrifices in the deep pit will only increase.
Flint Claw knew very well that the kobolds were a very weak and lowly race.
With the protection of a dragon lord, the weak kobold race would gain the opportunity for development they had always dreamed of.
It wants the group to continue, reproduce, and grow stronger.
I want them to also be bathed in the Dragon Lord's scent... Of course, only I, as the leader, can enjoy the scent the most.
Therefore, Flint Claw eagerly awaited the power promised by the Dragon Lord.
Finally, after a hard-fought hunt, the dragon lord and his retinue were all injured.
The most injured was Flintclaw, whose frail body was almost pierced through by a ferocious Spinosaurus.
It believed that such loyalty would surely move the Dragon Lord.
"Flintclaw, come here. You have proven your worth. It is time to grant you power."
When those long-awaited words were uttered, Suizhao's heart leaped into his throat.
Despite its severe injuries, it rolled over and got up, limping quickly to the dragon lord's feet and lay down, its body tense, awaiting a blessing.
The Dragon Lord gently placed his palm on its head.
At such close range, and with the Dragon Lord's hands still bearing his own blood from his injuries, the intense smell almost made Flint Claw lose control of his tongue.
But it endured it with its strong will.
Because what is about to arrive is the most important moment of its life.
An unprecedented, scalding, and powerful force surged into its body.
The flint claw trembled violently, its tiny eyes widened to their maximum, and it let out a suppressed, ecstatic whimper.
power.
True power.
The power it had been waiting for, the power it had longed for—had arrived.