Dimension Space.

On the projection page from the God perspective, the thing Duncan feared most happened.

The juvenile dragon's appetite had skyrocketed, and this lake was no longer enough to satisfy its hunting needs.

Great Britain temporarily entered a period of peaceful development. He was able to entrust the management of the first Human Form to restore the economic level of the territory, so most of his attention shifted to the second Human Form.

——Little fellow, why are you hungry again?

——Hmm. You really can eat.

——You seem stronger than the other juvenile dragons. You'd better find a new hunting ground before you eat up all the prey around here.

Ever since Duncan engraved the Power of Gluttony, the dragon's inherited memory became quite chatty.

It reminded the juvenile dragon to eat every day, then urged it to be cautious and not provoke those extremely powerful enemies.

This thing was quite useful.

With consciousness in proxy control, Duncan basically didn't have to worry about encountering formidable foes, as the juvenile dragon would be very careful to hide itself.

In just over a month, the second Human Form's size had already doubled, especially in the last half month when its growth had been very rapid. Its sharp dragon claws and fangs had fully developed, and its extended dragon wings spanned nearly one and a half meters, with its weight also more than doubling, resembling a small foal.

The nearby Frost Giant tribe had already migrated.

After Duncan took over control of the second Human Form, he observed through the God perspective and, finding no dangerous targets nearby, cautiously guided the juvenile dragon to explore the surrounding region.

——Oh, little fellow, your adventurous genes have started to stir again.

——Alright then. Good luck to you.

The dragon's inherited memory bubbled up with two lines of text and then fell silent. Whenever the juvenile dragon started to deviate from the behavior guidelines of the dragon's inherited memory, it would quickly go quiet.

"The nearby fish population has significantly decreased."

"The ice is still very thick."

"Winter must not have departed yet."

Duncan guided the juvenile dragon to move along the lake toward the river, this area surrounded by lofty mountains with white snow everywhere, where land animals were sparse. Occasionally, a beast resembling a moose could be seen, exhaling faint frost with each breath.

"Are there humans in this world?"

This was Duncan's current doubt as the juvenile dragon glided underwater like a fish. Since the area beneath the ice differed from the outside, there was no worry about encountering fearsome enemies.

Ordinary cannibal fish were no longer a threat to the juvenile dragon, and it hadn't yet encountered particularly powerful underwater creatures.

The map on the projection page gradually unfolded.

Duncan didn't know how far south he had traveled when suddenly a campfire-like mark appeared on the map.

——Ancient Catman Tribe (Cold-adapted) (Two-star Silver Gray)!

Intelligent creatures?

Catmen?

Duncan suddenly became curious. He controlled the juvenile dragon to break through the ice, then poked out a dragon head, looking toward the distant cold-climate forest.

The God perspective detected no enemies nearby.

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly crawled out of the ice surface, flapped his wings a few times to accelerate, and glided into the dense cold-climate forest, landing atop a large tree.

Duncan didn't dare get too close, intending to rely on the God perspective to observe these catmen.

The distance gradually closed.

In an area of the forest near a mountain peak, an extremely primitive tribe appeared. Their population was under a hundred, most living in caves beneath them, with simple fur tents outside. In the center of the tribe burned a campfire, and stones stacked on the side of the cave formed a primitive altar resembling the ritual stones at Avalon.

——Prehistoric Saber-toothed Tiger (Guardian Spirit) (Three-star Silver Gray).

A massive feline lay beside the primitive altar in the cave.

Sentinels were on guard outside.

Duncan finally saw the appearance of these catmen. They were about 1.6 meters tall, covered in snow-white fur akin to snow leopards, with a few spots. Their limbs were very similar to humanoids with palms and retractable claws. Their facial features were a combination of human and lynx, with all having cat-like whiskers, regardless of gender.

"They can use fire?"

"Looks like they possess a certain level of primitive civilization."

"Prehistoric humanoid species?"

Duncan noticed these catmen showed no obvious hostility. Most were neutral units, ceasing all hunting due to the cold, with tribe members gathered near the caves to keep warm through the winter.

A low growl sounded.

By the primitive altar, the saber-toothed tiger lying asleep on the furs suddenly opened its eyes, letting out a growl directed hundreds of meters away at the position of the second Human Form.

Soon after.

A wizened cat spirit approached from the direction of the campfire, followed by a man and a woman. The male warrior asked puzzledly, "The Ancestral Spirit is uneasy?"

This was no ordinary saber-toothed tiger.

The Catman tribe had a unique ritual magic that allowed the spirits of ancestors to possess the powerful felines of the land, usually prehistoric saber-toothed tigers, or fierce tigers if the tribe was weaker.

These possessed feline beasts served as Guardian Spirits and tribal totems.

"The Ancestral Spirit has caught a scent of something."

The leading Tribunal Priest observed the restless saber-toothed tiger, the giant creature sniffing around anxiously in the cave, occasionally letting out low growls.

The Guardian Spirit, after possession, lacked humanoid intelligence, merely serving as a powerful beast protecting the tribe.

The young female catman, covered in snow-white fur, glanced at the tribe elder and whispered, "Is it a dangerous creature?"

"I've never seen the Ancestral Spirit so frightened and uneasy!"

Soon after.

The warriors of this catman tribe began to assemble. The aged priest mounted the saber-toothed tiger, rallying the mighty warriors of the tribe to approach the direction that unsettled the Ancestral Spirit.

"Be careful!"

"Stay alert!"

"Whatever makes the Ancestral Spirit uneasy must be extremely dangerous!"

But by this time, Duncan had already guided the second Human Form away. This catman tribe was quite formidable, boasting a three-star silver gray Guardian Spirit, about ten two-star silver gray elite units, and even ordinary catmen bore a one-star mark, seemingly born with considerable combat prowess.

"What traces are these?" a catman hunter crouched down, examining footprints in the snowdrift.

Very soon.

The old Priest from the Catman tribe rushed over. It merely glanced, its face slightly changed, and it spoke gravely, "Dragon!"

What?

Dragon?

The surrounding Catmen revealed a hint of fear just upon hearing the name.

But the old Priest quickly said, "It's just a Juvenile Dragon."

"It shouldn't be more than three years old!"

"It's not that dangerous yet. It seems to be looking for food. This Juvenile Dragon is expanding its hunting range."

The other Catmen present whispered to one another.

A Catman Warrior with scars on his face, looking rather fierce and wearing simple Leather Armor, said, "Priest, sir."

"Should we think of a way to kill it?"

Dragon.

Even a Juvenile Dragon is a very dangerous presence.

The Catman Priest slowly shook its head and said in a steady voice, "It should have already left."

"A dragon's sense of smell is very keen. Before you even get close, it might already have noticed you."

"This is a Juvenile Dragon, possessing intelligence."

"Maybe we can try to coexist with it peacefully."

Saying this, the Catman Priest's expression turned pensive, as if pondering something. The appearance of a Juvenile Dragon would inevitably expand its hunting range. Dragons eat humans, and they eat almost anything. If peaceful coexistence is not possible, the tribe can only migrate to other places.

But they had just settled down, and the tribe could hardly endure a long journey.

Good news.

A humanoid creature tribe was found.

Duncan was very satisfied with today's discovery and returned along the original path to the frozen lake. Much of the area's map was uncovered, and he also found a place where a herd of moose resided. If fish were not enough to eat, they could still hunt some game.

Huh?

What's this?

Duncan controlled the Juvenile Dragon to ascend, and at the edge of a mountain range, he saw a red-marked unit.

——Cave Bear (Hibernation) (Two stars)!

Prehistoric bear species?

This creature is so large, probably weighing almost over half a ton.

Should I give it a try?

Ultimately, it's a Giant Dragon. It can't possibly be unable to handle a bear, right?

Duncan hesitated for a moment, then maneuvered the Juvenile Dragon closer to the Cave Bear. Its hiding place was very covert, not easy to find even with a bird's-eye view.

As the Juvenile Dragon gradually approached, the Cave Bear's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, seemingly awakening from its hibernation.

Its strong sense of smell detected a hint of danger.

Charge!

After approaching the Cave Bear's lair, the Juvenile Dragon suddenly accelerated, followed by a low growl emanating from within.

Boom!

The Cave Bear swung its sharp claws, instinctively counterattacking almost as soon as it awakened. Its expression showed a hint of fear; its genes told it that the enemy before it was terrifying, and the two were not on the same food chain.

——Dragon Roar: Frost!

The Juvenile Dragon agilely rolled to avoid the claw swipe, then in the next second, it took a deep breath. Along with a piercing Dragon Roar, an icy blue cold current poured out like a Wind of Magic.

In an instant, the air in front turned to frost.

Crack!

The Cave Bear's front claw instantly froze into ice, its massive body toppled, and its right claw snapped directly, with the blood inside frozen.

The outcome was decided.

The Juvenile Dragon's figure leaped forward, its sharp claws piercing the eyes, its fangs clamping directly onto the neck.

——Hunting success!

——Remarkable little one, you've hunted a savage beast.

——It should last you a long time to eat.

A slight glimmer appeared.

After Duncan controlled the second Human Form to kill the Cave Bear before him, some special energy quickly surged into the body.

——"Mastery of Claw and Fang Bite: The second Human Form has proficiently mastered how to fight using sharp fangs and Dragon Claws. It can perform a Horizontal Sweep with the Dragon Claws like the Cave Bear, and launch a Pouncing Tearing Bite relying on its size advantage. Additional effects: Bleeding, Crippling."

Alien Human Form's Combat Skills?

Duncan curiously looked at the panel of the second Human Form and found several basic Combat Forms added.

Swing, Pounce, Bite.

The basic combat moves of a Giant Dragon are totally different from those of humans. All of them are now within gray borders, indicating that such Combat Skills are not yet proficient.

Got it!

The improvement of a Giant Dragon's Combat Skills depends on these beasts with claws and fangs.

No, wait.

Doesn't a Giant Dragon also have wings and a tail?

So, where does the combat skills for wings and tails come from? Find some monsters that use these parts to hunt and learn?

Surely it can't be from killing other Giant Dragons?

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