Chapter 138 The Growth of a Young Dragon

The fierce waves were like a thousand horses galloping, the battle was huge, the black waves filled the clouds, and the sand and wood rushed to the shore with the waves.

The night was hazy, and there was only a broken moon in the sky.

The sea was empty and cold, and the broken flags and sunken ships were drifting aimlessly, like lost souls.

A shadow covered the dim moonlight on the sea, and the shadow fell from the high sky, reflecting a narrow and long trace.

Accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, his wings cut through the night like silver blades.

The figure was as huge as a tall war horse, and the silver wings could cover a war elephant when they were spread out. The scales were as bright as moonlight and as shiny as silver scale armor.

The muscles between the feet were surging, and the claws were as sharp as daggers.

Caesar's dragon claws held a little guy.

The scales were dark at night, blood-red eyes, and a pair of fragile dragon wings fluttered in the wind.

Black dragon——Belerion.

The sharp claws held him tightly, making him unable to move, but did not hurt his body.

He screamed at the white dragon with his fragile throat to express his anger.

But the white dragon spit out a blazing flame towards the sky, and the scorching heat wave scared Balerion's head and shrank back.

He honestly let the white dragon do whatever it wanted, and he could feel that the white dragon had no ill will towards him.

On the beach, Caesar threw the black dragon and flew away.

Balerion's head was stuffed into the sand pile with a smack. He lay on his back with his belly facing the sky, flapping his wings, like a fish on the shore, jumping for a while.

He shook off the mud and sand on his body, and his angry roar.

But the only response to him was a gust of empty wind.

He looked at the island in confusion.

After standing there for a long time, he ran on the beach with his feet, occasionally picking up a shell or stone with his mouth.

Suddenly, he saw a strange thing in front of him, like a stone with legs.

This aroused Balerion's interest, and he fluttered his wings and swayed towards it, but the stone seemed to be frightened by his posture, and stepped on its eight legs, stood up and ran fast.

Balerion chased with all his strength, only to see the eight-legged stone slip into the sea.

The black dragon could only stand on the sandbank and sway with the wind, unable to bark.

Suddenly, a turbid wave came, and the young dragon instinctively feared this kind of thing. He swayed his body and prepared to escape to a higher place, but his two feet could not run faster than the waves. With a flap, Balerion was swept into the sea.

He was drowning in the sea water, bubbles emerged from the water one after another. With the kinetic energy of the waves, he was hit on the shore by the waves, and the whole dragon collapsed on the ground half dead, burping from time to time.

Balerion finally got up, and another wave came.

With a gurgle, the black dragon's ears were only filled with the sound of water. He swallowed the sea water in big mouthfuls, and only felt the burning sensation in his body slowly extinguished.

With a splash, the white shadow came like an arrow, drilled into the sea, and held the little black dragon in its mouth.

Caesar threw the drowning little dragon back to the shore.

The little black dragon's wings spun a few times with its body, and it lost consciousness.

After a night, his nose arched slightly in the light of the early morning, and then he opened his blood-red dragon eyes.

He turned over and moved his wings.

The feeling of hunger in his stomach made Balerion feel weak.

The dragon head swayed from side to side, and then he found that there were several sea fish beside him. He naturally didn't recognize what they were, but he knew instinctively that they were edible.

These fish were available every day. After waking up in the morning, the fish appeared there on time.

He wandered along the coast, running around every day, moving here and there, and chasing the eight-legged stone monster from time to time.

When he was tired, he lay down in the sand to rest.

He lay on the beach to bask in the sun, and suddenly felt that the light seemed to be covered by something. Balerion opened one eye and looked, and the white figure was already standing in front of him.

His lines were strong and beautiful, his physique was tall, far exceeding the standards of dragons of the same age, his feet were strong and powerful, and his wings were broad.

The white dragon's claws held a long creature. It swung its body, exposing its sharp teeth in its mouth. It twisted its body madly and bit the white dragon's scales with its teeth, but the seemingly sharp teeth could not cause any harm to the white dragon.

Caesar threw the big snake in front of Balerion, then flew away with its wings, leaving him with only its back to admire.

The big snake smashed on the black dragon's body, twisting its body with anger to wrap around him.

Balerion panicked and used his feet and wings to try to break free.

Its teeth pierced into the black dragon's body. His fragile scales could not resist such a sharp weapon at all. Blood gushed out, and Balerion felt the pain for the first time.

In the crisis, the dragon's ferocity was aroused. He raised his head and opened his mouth to bite the big snake's body. The tough dragon teeth instantly penetrated the snake's skin and flesh.

A dragon and a snake started a fierce fight.

Caesar saw the whole fight. In Caesar's eyes, the snake was just a tiny thing, not even an adult, but it was just right for training Xiao Bei.

Seeing that Balerion was about to lose to the egg-eating snake, Caesar descended from the sky and killed the snake with one claw.

In the next few days, Balerion's food changed from sea fish to various snakes, and every meal took him a lot of energy.

Until this day, the white dragon directly caught the little black dragon.

Caesar trained Balerion completely according to his own growth trajectory.

And now Balerion should be familiar with the sky. Caesar took off and let the black dragon go in the air.

Balerion flapped his dragon wings in panic, but he couldn't fly at all. He could only watch himself fall.

Before he landed, he was caught by the white dragon again.

In the days that followed, the time of eating, drinking and having fun was no longer available. Every day, the damn white dragon would torture him in various ways, and flying from time to time was the norm.

Balerion grew up quickly without knowing it. The white dragon brought him prey every day, let him experience fighting, let him adapt to the sky, dragon crystal helped him digest, and there were all kinds of strange things.

Sometimes he was injured, and after eating some strange fruits, he was fine the next day. The recovery ability of dragons is amazing. Even if the wings are broken, they can grow again after a period of recovery. Taking things that have a healing effect on dragons can make the dragon recover faster.

Sometimes the white dragon would bring back some strange stones. After he swallowed them, he felt a warm current gathering in his body.

The fusion with Cole's soul made the white dragon extremely intelligent.

Even because of the soul, he could feel his connection with Cole and Balerion.

Balerion was Cole's contracted dragon, and he himself was a soul of the same origin as Cole, not a contractual relationship.