Chapter 20: Shall We Head Over for Some More Savage Jaw Dragon Meat?
Jié Jié returned to the scenic lakeside, but a new scent had begun to irritate his otherwise relaxed demeanor.
The Black Wolf Bird flapped its wings anxiously, landing on the roots after crossing the lake, startling away a group of scavenging hatred birds.
Upon noticing that a significant portion of the Savage Jaw Dragon carcass was missing, Jie Jie’s thoughts raced to their peak, finally identifying the scent as belonging to none other than…
The Swift Dragon!
He was about to roar in anger at the thief who stole from his home, but quickly remembered the Poison Demon Bird meat still in his mouth.
“Roar~!!!”
After spitting out the Poison Demon Bird meat, the Black Wolf Bird let out a sharp blast.
The nearby hatred birds fell into the lake with splashes, only to be Cleaned it up by the bite fish in no time.
Jié Jié stomped his claws left and right on the tree roots, scratching to vent his dissatisfaction.
Although only half a side of meat was taken and there was still plenty of Savage Jaw Dragon left, his anger continued to grow stronger.
Suppressing his rage, Jié Jié transformed into a Smoky Snow Weasel, burying his head in his fur for a deep inhale.
Huff~
Even without the special pheromones, burying one’s head in fluffy fur is quite relaxing indeed.
After indulging in a good sniff, Jié Jié sprawled out like a weasel stick, gazing at the gradually darkening Sky.
The abnormal emotions were cast aside, replaced by a carefree sense of detachment and the ability to view himself from a third-person perspective.
There are always priorities in life. Chasing after them now would likely be futile, akin to being led around by a headless fly.
What needed to be done now was to try and roast the fresh Poison Demon Bird meat before it lost its freshness.
The weasel stick rolled over and sprang back up, expanding into a bipedal Avial with relatively agile dual claws.
This time, Jié Jié transformed into a Scratcher Bird, whose appropriately sized and dexterous claws were perfect for fine tasks.
He leaped over the Savage Jaw Dragon corpse, drilling out a suitable piece of wood in the Ancient Tree Forest and washing it near the lake before placing the choice cuts of meat on it.
However, the humidity in the Ancient Tree Forest was too high, making it impossible to find dry firewood, so he ended up stacking some wet branches on the ground.
Some decent branches were washed and used to skewer the cut meat.
Transforming from the Scratcher Bird into the Savage Jaw Dragon, Jié Jié cautiously opened his large mouth, attempting to spit out a little fire, but only a slight warm breeze emerged.
So he put more effort into it, instantly turning the wet branches into charcoal.
The charcoal was still warm; piling more might work?
Besides collecting new fuel, he also gathered some stones to build a wind barrier.
After accumulating a pile of charcoal, Jié Jié transformed back into the Scratcher Bird, using one claw to place the skewers on the stones while raising the other arm to control the wind with his feathers, keeping the coals warm while blowing away the ash.
Jié Jié recalled the Hunter’s grilled meat set from the game, his eyes gleaming with longing.
Many convenient tools from human society he couldn’t produce himself, but no matter, figuring out how to roast meat himself was already Very capable!
Compared to the traces of humans disappearing from the history of the New Continent, he preferred to believe the Hunters hadn’t arrived yet, holding onto hope.
When the Hunters come, his life will surely become much richer!
As the sky began to cool but not too cold, the edges of the meat gradually curled and dried, wafting a savory aroma that entered Jié Jié’s nostrils.
The Scratcher Bird clamped the skewer with his beak, taking a small nibble and tasting carefully, but remained unsatisfied.
He switched through various forms one by one, eventually confirming that the form of the Smoky Snow Weasel was most suitable for tasting grilled meat.
Calling it grilled meat, it was more accurately described as jerky.
The Smoky Snow Weasel stood upright on the stone mound, taking the jerky off the branch with his front paws, munching it into his mouth with a crunch.
Though dry and hard, the aroma was exceptionally Dense, sealed within.
Eating raw meat was wildly refreshing, while eating jerky was a slow and savoring delight.
After eating his fill of jerky, the Smoky Snow Weasel lay down next to the slightly warm stone mound, looking at the starry night sky, trying to find the brightest morning star and the Big Dipper that could be connected into a spoon.
But even with blurred vision, he couldn’t confirm which star was the brightest, as all the stars in the sky seemed connectable into spoons.
Turning his head to look at the shimmering lake, both the forest and the lake were filled with various kinds of light points.
Guide Insects, light insects, fireflies, and omen dragonflies…
All these insects were calling freely, but Jié Jié strangely found it very quiet.
These past two days were either getting beaten or beating others, such leisure was truly wonderful, very suitable for slacking off.
What about the Swift Dragon? Let it go to hell!
Finally, the Smoky Snow Weasel hid the remaining jerky along with himself in the warm stone mound, planning to take a nap.
Moonlight pierced through the thin cold mist, sprinkling onto the quiet stone mound.
The Swift Dragon ran swiftly through the quiet night, its fur and paw pads allowing it to make no sound amidst the noisy insect calls.
The shimmering lake came into its sight, the cold mist here seemingly entering its mind along with the smell, leaving it utterly confused.
Because the smell here was too fresh, the recent freshness of time, also the first encounter of freshness.
The smell of the Savage Jaw Dragon carcass, the smell of outsiders, the smell of new Savage Jaw Dragons, the smell of Scratcher Birds, and the smell of charred and fragrant scents, and then, a somewhat enticing smell.
It had spent the whole day carrying the half-side of meat it took from here, eating some during the day while hiding, and devouring the rest during the early night.
The rare taste of the meat prompted it to include “a visit to the lakeside” as one of its nighttime activities, and this visit seemed worthwhile?
The Savage Jaw Dragon carcass still lay on the roots, seemingly unchanged since it left, with no Large Monsters visible around.
Shall we head over for some more Savage Jaw Dragon meat?
Let’s go.
As for the complex smells here? Complex smells were common, though confusing, it was hard for it to be wary, nor would it avoid due to this alone.
Yet, it still maintained regular caution. The smells of Large Monsters were fresh but did not linger indefinitely.
Thus, the Swift Dragon concealed itself in the forest, waiting for the smells to dissipate further before going to fetch the meat.
But just as it waited, Jié Jié woke up leisurely.
When the residual warmth of the stone mound dissipated, the Smoky Snow Weasel curled his body tighter.
Still, Jié Jié was awakened by the cold, the night by the lake was too damp, the coolness seeping through the stone crevices.
The groggy Jié Jié stuck his head out of the stone crevice, intending to check if dawn had broken.
Instead of seeing the sun and daylight, he spotted the Swift Dragon night thief.
