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He quickly found the huge nest covered with grass, skinned animal
hides, and dry leaves.
There was only one egg inside. Luckily, Dracotélions didn't have
many offspring.
He unwrapped the leaves he was carrying-soaked in Brontocérax
dung-and dropped them near the nest.
While doing that, he heard the heavy, hurried footsteps of the
female nearby-she hadn't stayed long at the river!
He tossed the leaves aside, grabbed the egg, and sprinted out of the
cave, heading toward a herd of Brontocérax he'd found during the
night.
He raced through the jungle, dodging tangled roots and thick
foliage, with giant trees surrounding him. But a beastly roar
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The creature was after him, following the scent of her baby,
thinking Brontocérax had raided her nest.
Drakkar could already hear trees falling behind him as the furious
female crashed through the forest.
It felt like the earth wanted to crack beneath his feet.
He reached the edge of the Brontocérax herd, still asleep, and
climbed a hill, tossing the cursed egg down. It started rolling,
getting lost among the legs and resting bodies sprawled over the
soft grass.
"GRRRROOOARRR!"
The Brontocérax herd jumped up, startled by the warning cry of
the jungle's top predator.
'They were omnivores who also ate meat, but nothing compared to
a Dracotélion.
Perched in a tree, Drakkar watched the mother burst in,
desperately searching for her egg, only to find it crushed under the
frantic hooves of the other animals, who were now also trying to
protect their young.
It looked like a battle of titans; the massive black-scaled beast
stormed into the group, which began to attack her too.
Normally, they wouldn't mess with a Dracotélion, but they weren't
about to let their young get slaughtered.
Drakkar had achieved his goal. Why get your hands dirty if
someone else can do the job?
Still, he knew the Brontocérax, despite outnumbering her, weren't
guaranteed to win.
Once the initial rage passed, and they saw the Dracotélion
slaughtering several of them with her jaws, the herd began to
retreat.
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Drakkar leapt down from the
tree, spear in hand, its tip coated with toxic Cassiépela juice.
In his other hand, the armor made from the remains of the
Brontocérax he and Lyra had hunted.
He had turned it into a heavy, powerful shield.
Charging into the chaos, with more guts than certainty, Drakkar
searched for the moment to land a fatal blow on the most
dangerous predator in the jungle.
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