"Truth be told, those little horned deer escaped from the Black Forest, and you should all know that the creatures of the Black Forest cannot be viewed with common sense, whether it is their habits or anything else, it is difficult to measure. ”

Ziegler had an open book in front of him, but it was clear that his attention was not on it.

The puppet girl sat quietly on the side, eating snacks very obediently.

"But if that's true, according to the soldier, then the youngsters will probably breed at the end of winter, and the snow and ice will not melt, and the cold wind will bite, will the cubs survive?"

Hearing the red dragon's rhetorical question, Cervantes snorted, "It's because I don't know, that's why I'm here to ask you!"

His attitude towards Ziegler was the same as always, but Ziegler did not seem angry, but gave his answer with a smile: "Obviously, if you calculate according to common sense, it is impossible for the cubs to survive - they are relatively more fragile than us, relatively weaker than some of the weaker races, such as humans, have no intelligence, do not build houses or use caves to shelter from the wind, do not make fires for warmth, and the fur on their bodies allows them to survive in the cold wind, but their children are not. ”

"In other words," the black dragon frowned slightly, "those little horned deer can no longer be calculated using common sense, they already have a way to let their cubs survive in winter, so they will be in estrus all year round like the intelligent race." ”

"Correct. Ziegler laughed and clapped.

At this time, Ziegler's narrowed eyes flashed again, and he raised his index finger and tapped the table next to him, "However, among them, there is a very serious problem!"

"It's too fast!" Cervantes said lightly.

The corners of the red dragon's mouth curled, revealing a satisfied look, and his chin was praised: "Yes, it's 'too fast', according to the 'Intelligent Biology Research Record' I found in other worlds, no matter what kind of creature it is, as long as it is endowed with wisdom, it also needs to be used for a period of time to learn and adapt, and it is impossible to transform immediately." But the behavior of the small-horned deer was so abnormal that they skipped the process of learning and adapting, do you think that's possible? No, it's impossible!"

"So, what do you think is because of this?" asked Cervantes again.

Ziegler's face was grim and he stretched out two fingers, "There are only two possibilities, one is that they have already seen such a change in them, and they have only been discovered for the first time, and the second possibility is that someone, or something, is teaching them to do this, and they can understand that they can do it." However, according to previous reports, the first possibility is extremely unlikely, because the smallhorn deer pack not only breeds during the winter, but also learns to round up and ambush wolves, and even uses 'sacrifice' methods to lure wolves. So I think the second possibility is more likely!"

"Not to mention ......"

Ziegler put his hand down, took a breath, and said quietly: "I haven't seen them behave like this the last time I went to the Black Forest, and in that savannah, they have no other creatures to imitate, and even if they want to learn, it is extremely difficult, so the possibility of the first possibility is very small. ”

Cervantes shook his left calf, "So what's your answer? Is there any trouble for the country?"

"I don't dare to say 'definitely'!" Ziegler shook his head, "As a mage, I wouldn't make such a presumptuous statement without sufficient evidence to prove it, but I'm sure it will have some influence on the Duchy of Sorrow." Because I really don't understand what the value of teaching a herd of small-horned deer is, and if there is something that teaches this herd of small-horned deer, then it can teach other animals as well, and even more ......."

The black dragon closed his eyes and sighed, "Warcraft!"

The red dragon snapped his fingers expressionlessly, "Warcraft have their own race, they can reproduce, they can use a small amount of supernatural abilities, if they have wisdom, it will be a great trouble." ”

"So?" Cervantes opened his eyes, his dull yellow pupils flickering in and out.

He was emotionally unstable, and Ziegler knew why.

"What if...... It was natural selection, and the druids would not have bothered it, but it is now clear that it was not 'natural selection'. The corners of Ziegler's mouth drew a cruel arc, and the madness in his eyes did not diminish by half.

If it's something else, it doesn't matter if they have no grudges, but if those who are doing things on the savannah are the 'All-Knowing Eye', the 'Dragon Hunting Order', or the 'Dragon Cult', then that's great!

Because whoever does such a thing is an enemy of the druids.

Maybe it's cruel, but the druids like this kind of tone, and naturally decide that the deer will be eaten by wolves, so they won't interfere too much in the process, and if it is natural to let those small-horned deer grow into what they are now, then the druids won't interfere.

However, there is too much of a problem now.

It would be best if the people or organizations that were doing this right now had no intention of the principality for them, but if they had any intentions for them, then those guys would be out of luck.

Like Cervantes, Ziegler has been attacked by the All-Seeing Eye and the Dragon Hunters, and has been wildly sought after by the madmen of the Dragon Cult, but he doesn't want to be a dragon lich at all, that's stupid!

For these three organizations, he didn't like them at all, and he didn't have a good impression of them.

After Cervantes left, Ziegler still didn't stop thinking.

He also thought that this was a little too weird, and that it was very likely that it was aimed at them - it was not a persecution paranoia, but that they had encountered so many attacks that they had to wonder if it was another trap to lure them out.

Before this matter has any effect on the principality, notify the 'Ring of the Monsoons' and let them go to the field to explore.

Although the druids are not stupid either, they are a bit too simple, and they can easily get angry about certain things, and they don't even need to say anything, just tell them about it, and they will do it themselves.

He wanted more technical information related to the Arcane Empire, but on this point, he had a lot of conflicts with the 'All-Seeing Eye', and joining the All-Seeing Eye was certainly one way to go, but the pride of being a dragon didn't allow him to do so.

Only a coward would choose to surrender!

After leaving the Mage's Tower, Cervantes headed straight for the outskirts of the city.

The Druid Elder had sent a Druid stationed here, and it was clear that he had taken a sip of that matter.

But that's just what makes it easier for them, as long as he mentions it to the druid a little bit, and they'll do it themselves.

He had suffered the loss of the druid's [Tree Teleportation], and knew that they had a very strong teleportation ability, although they could not teleport to the Black Forest all at once, but they could teleport to the north of the principality.

Druids who are able to mingle with humans are naturally not fundamentalist 'nature cultists', and most of the factions in the Monsoon Ring are relatively mild.

They recognized the existence of lumberjacks, as long as they cut down the trees and then plant the same number of trees, and the druids who exist in this world today are more moderate than the radicals who want to destroy all man-made things, and the radical druids have almost died in that war.

The druid lived in a treehouse in the northern suburbs, and although he was getting closer, the black dragon felt no guilt in his heart.

Compared to the casualties of their own people, of course, it is better for others to be on top, even if this 'other' is a druid with whom they have a fairly friendly relationship!(https:)

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