Chapter 17: A Dragon
Chapter 17 A Dragon
David realizes after rushing headlong out of the lair that he didn’t make it in time for this awakening.
It was winter outside at the moment.
The north of the old continent is already cold, with David’s sense of body estimation at least 50-60 degrees below zero, similar to Siberia in January.
As far as the eye could see, everywhere was covered in snow and ice.
This is not the favorite season for dragons, especially red dragons.
”I should have known that I would have slept for a few more months in one more breath.” David smashed his mouth.
But since he was awake all the time, his already riotous intestines weren’t so easy to calm down.
After searching for half a day, he didn’t even see two rabbits, not to mention bears, elk, and other large prey.
Only after half a day’s effort did David sniff out a nest of ground squirrels through his forked tongue.
As a result, when cooking this nest of ‘barking marmot’, he didn’t control the heat properly, and the nest of marmots directly turned into charcoal with the hole in the tree.
I don’t know if it was because he used a little bit of dragon’s breath or not, but David, who couldn’t get a hot bite in time, felt even hungrier.
He had no choice but to chew a few bites of snow first.
At the same time, David also understood why Bluestar hadn’t evolved a fire-breathing officer in so many billions of years.
No other, pure energy consumption is too high.
He slightly utilized the high school chemical equations from his past life to simply convert it.
Assuming that he wanted to cook a three pound rabbit, he would need to heat it to an internal temperature of at least 74 degrees Celsius.
He remembered that the specific heat capacity of rabbit meat was about 2.9 Joule/g-degree Celsius.
The energy required would then be 1500 grams x 2.9 joules/gram-Celsius x (74-25) degrees Celsius ≈ 214,650 joules, or 51.3 kilocalories.
Each 100 grams of rabbit meat contains about 20.8 grams of protein and 5.6 grams of fat, and the calorie densities of protein and fat are 4 kcal/g and 9 kcal/g, respectively, so you get 1,248 kcal of protein energy and 756 kcal of fat energy, respectively, which add up to a total energy of 2,004 kcal.
In other words, if he ate such a cooked rabbit without any transformation loss, he could only get 2,000 kilocalories.
And just to get him half-cooked, he would have to add half a spicy rabbit head!
But how could that be possible? With his previous breath, he was afraid that the entire account book of this nest of ground squirrels wouldn’t even be enough to cover the cost!
And that’s not even counting the physical exertion of searching for and catching his own prey!
With this kind of return on investment, even if he were to set up a spicy rabbit head stall, he would have to lose two taels of fat!
So David also came up with an answer that made him feel a little pained:
That is, he either don’t open his mouth, like the white dragon choose to directly raw food frozen meat, fishing in the sea.
Or, just ignore these innocent critters that are destined to die a skinny death after eating them, and just look for the big ones to start with!
Preferably the swarming kind.
Being a red dragon he instinctively ignored the former idea.
So the question arose, where could one go to find prey that was looking for hordes?
The bright yellow pupils of David’s eyes, which were extremely conspicuous in the snow, narrowed slightly.
It was as if Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang’s rhythmic broadcasting voice rang in his mind again:
“During the cold winters in the north, herds of wild herbivores usually choose to spend the winter in a place that has a sufficient food source, provides shelter, and is relatively safe, so valleys with open meadows buried underneath the snow that are also able to withstand the harsh weather and minimize energy consumption become the choice of most of these herbivores”
The red dragon rose up in place and looked around at an altitude of three thousand meters before locking straight towards the most striking valley not far to the north.
As David approached, sure enough, he saw herds of yaks gathered together.
The falling snowflakes pressed a thick layer on their bodies, and from afar, it looked like a big marshmallow.
“Sure enough! Animal World is true to its word!”
Scorching eyes of the red dragon, immediately gathered up the hunting wings, accompanied by the wind and snow, toward the valley that seems to have been bubbling with the fragrance of the Argentine barbecue meat, grilled steak, tripe spicy mixture
Swooped down!
Like a husky running towards a flock of sheep.
“Yeh~ha!!!”
Deep in the dense forests of the Northlands, the Alpine Barbarians, the Loxind Tribe. In a castle remodeled from a mix of deserted ancient relic buildings.
Clan Loxinde is solemnly conducting its once-in-a-few-years trade with a procession of high elf emissaries who have traveled from afar.
This was also one of the most important things for all the tribes in the entire Northlands, and everyone, including Little Loxinde, did not dare to be careless.
Because the results of this irregular transaction, may be related to their tribe’s long-term interests and force reserves in the next few years, and even with the strength of other forces around the contrast.
The content of the deal was simple.
The High Elves brought them weapons, armor, all kinds of crafts, spices, standard gold and silver currency, and even the magic alchemy potions that they craved the most.
The Northlanders provided the High Elves with processed furs, raw metal ores, and a collection of dried dragon dung.
Yes, dragon dung.
God knows why these high elves are interested in this stuff that can only be used to drive away wild beasts, and the price is not low.
Although it would be very easy to cause the other side’s anger if they were discovered by the dragons, they were barbarians who lived mainly as nomads and plunderers, and what they lacked the most were warriors.
In their mountain barbarians, although the group of bean sprouts in front of them are all weak, but they have never raised the courage to wield their troops.
In the eyes of the vast majority of the Northlanders, the High Elves are the symbols of civilization, strength, magic and nobility, just like messengers from heaven.
After all, it’s not surprising that even the residence under their feet still has indelible traces of elven carvings.
This means that the group of bean sprouts in front of them, a number of years ago, is the owner of this land.
But for some unknown reason, they moved their clan overseas to a place where they couldn’t see the coast even if they rowed for seven days and seven nights.
So there are rumors that they went to the land of the gods.
In such a completely unequal situation, their goods are often valued at a very low price.
There were often cases where a good fine grade axe would be exchanged for ten of their strong slaves.
But they could only accept it.
After all, in the opinion of many of them, if it wasn’t for the fact that Carter Ghana was too cold and barren, they probably wouldn’t even be qualified to live on this land.
However, even so, looking at the whole clan for several years of material just for a few bottles of anger potion, ten or so axes, some in addition to use for decoration on the use of ornaments and a small box of elven silver coins, as the next generation of chief of the successor of the small Loxinde will be a bit of unexplained annoyance and resentment.
But since his uncle, who was the chief of the clan, and the clansmen were fine with it, it was only right that he should not have a problem with it either.
But right at the end of the transaction, the High Elf governor who had never spoken seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and looked back at them and said:
“I have another deal here I wonder if you guys are interested in?
“As for the payment, afterward, we will deliver double the amount of supplies from this transaction.”
As soon as these words came out, all the barbarians present stared wide-eyed, and from time to time, there were sounds of gulping due to shock and greed.
Lozinde immediately said that it was not good, the opening price was so high, it was definitely not a good thing.
Just when he wanted to stop it, the old Loxind Chief, who was his uncle, had already agreed to it:
“We’ll take this deal, I wonder what your honored guests need? Or do you need. What can we do for you?”
“A dragon.”
The High Elf was seen raising a slender finger and smiling:
“My party was recently attacked by a dragon.”
“I need you all, to go and capture it for me.”
“I want it alive.”
(End of chapter)