"You weak little creature, I bet your mother never taught you not to threaten fearless orcs."

Before the old orc could respond, a deep voice came from another direction, "The best thing for dragon babies like you is to cower in fear under your mother's wings."

"Even if we are just hatchlings," Caesar scanned each of the orc's faces, "we can escape, we can fly. If today only one of us three brothers can leave, what will happen in decades to come? When the great dragons return, what will you do, except cower behind those damned rocks?"

With that, he stood on his hind legs, towering over the orcs, and unfurled his folded wings with a loud thud. His wingspan of over fifteen meters looked like a dark, ominous cloud, putting psychological pressure on the orcs.

Caesar bent down, getting closer to the leading orc chief, their foreheads almost touching.

Dragon pupils are vertical, exuding intimidation. Caesar locked eyes with the old orc, his words squeezed through his teeth, "Don't pray for time to make us forget, and don't delude yourselves or your offspring that they can escape. We black dragons always repay our debts. If you dare to start a war today, it will be repaid tenfold in the future."

He finished his brutal words with a fierce expression, appearing powerful. But in reality, he had his own plan, secretly observing the orcs' reactions.

His previous display of strength was to show power, but these words were not only a threat, but also a test.

If the orcs listened and still insisted on attacking the young dragons, Caesar would have to prepare to flee immediately, no matter what. Because if the orcs didn't take his threat seriously and were unafraid of the potential consequences, it meant that these green-skinned creatures were confident of their victory and had no intention of letting any of the young dragons go.

If it came to that, Caesar would have to prioritize his own safety and escape, leaving Ghalon and Blackscale behind. He couldn't risk his own life in that situation.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't happen.

After listening to his words, the orc warriors hesitated, and their anger subsided. They were indeed fierce and warlike orcs, but as intelligent beings, they also considered the future.

They only wanted to make a fortune by capturing the three young dragons and selling them in the human realm for a hefty sum of money. But could they guarantee capturing each and every young dragon? Even the largest one?

The orc warriors started to hesitate and looked at their leader, the elderly orc wizard, waiting for his command.

"Furthermore, what would you gain if you killed us?" Caesar's voice became calm and persuasive, like a devil tempting, "Your goal is simply to capture us and sell us to humans in exchange for a generous reward."

"But how can you guarantee that we won't escape from that abyss of hell? Once we break free from human control, who will you answer to? Who will pay the price?"

Another bombshell.

Caesar wasn't confident enough that his words alone would make the enemy surrender immediately, but he knew that every intelligent being had a purpose behind their actions. The reason the orcs were attacking them stemmed from their own interests. But if they realized that the losses they would suffer far outweighed the benefits, how would these orcs choose?

To completely change their mindset and prevent these orcs from being driven solely by impotent anger, Caesar presented them with a sweetener, "Moreover, compared to the friendship of dragons, what is the meager reward from humans worth?"

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After Caesar finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the scene.

Blackscale and Ghalon looked at him, seemingly unable to imagine their elder brother saying such words. In the eyes of the young dragons, the orcs had already approached, and a deadly battle seemed inevitable.

The orc warriors were also silent, staring at each other, until whispers finally broke the silence.

"Friendship of dragons? Can evil dragons like Blackscale even have friendship?"

"Dorga doesn't know. Dorga just doesn't want to face an adult black dragon in the future, oh, that would be terrifying."

"Black dragons cannot be trusted. Our tribes have been deceived by these cunning dragons before. We cannot let them go."

Caesar's goal was achieved. These green-skinned orcs seemed fierce, but they were not stupid. At least they could understand the meaning behind his words. Now, within this tribe, different opinions had emerged.

Now, it all depended on their leader's decision.

The old orc, who always furrowed his brows, seemed a bit difficult to deal with, but Caesar wasn't worried. Since there was no attack before, and now the orc warriors had lost their will to fight after his persuasion, the old leader would not forcefully order the killing of black dragons.

However, this old fellow seemed to be thinking about something, and Caesar couldn't figure out what it was.

Time passed in silent confrontation.

They waited for a long time, until dawn broke, and even Caesar felt impatient. Finally, the old orc looked up, his face forming a wrinkled smile.

"You succeeded, you convinced me." The old orc's voice was hoarse, like dead tree bark.

Caesar's tense nerves finally relaxed a bit. "It seems that this was a misunderstanding, not a delightful one, but fortunately, this can be the beginning of our friendship."

At that moment, he noticed that Blackscale and Ghalon didn't look too pleased. They seemed to have something on their minds, filled with resentment.

But now was not the time to discuss the dragons' emotions. Caesar tried to test the orc leader, "My friend, this encounter has left a deep impression, but as I mentioned before, we are just passing travelers. It's getting late, can you let us continue our journey?"

"No."

The old orc answered quickly this time, rejecting Caesar's request. The atmosphere in the forest turned into a boiling pot again, and Blackscale and Ghalon immediately tensed up, preparing for a desperate battle. Their quick reaction embarrassed Caesar.

"It's not that I don't trust you, but the honest orc warriors have been deceived and suffered a high price due to the trickery of evil dragons. I must ensure that such a thing won't happen again."

The old orc, who held a high position in the orc tribe, even slightly bowed to Caesar, making a gesture of request, "Please let me see your sincerity and establish true friendship under the witness of the God of Truth."

So, that's what he was waiting for.

Caesar finally understood what the old orc had been thinking during the long night. This old fellow had actually prepared a treaty, requiring Caesar to sign it under the witness of the God of Truth.

Listening to the orc leader's conditions, if summarized in Caesar's words, it roughly meant: From the moment the oath was established, the dragon hatchlings must not cause any harm to the Bonecrusher Tribe. Both sides must respect each other and ensure that no harm is done to each other's interests. In times of crisis, the black dragons have an obligation to provide protection and assistance to the Bonecrusher Tribe.

It was a blatantly unequal treaty!

This damned old fellow, as an orc, had fallen to the level of humans, cunning and greedy.

Caesar cursed in his mind but then argued based on reason. They were not helpless prey, and there was no reason for them to accept such an unequal treaty.

Two creatures of different species haggling in the forest, the grandeur of true dragons and orc leaders nowhere to be seen. It was an embarrassing scene.

In the end, they reached a rough agreement:

The Triad of Three Lives would never cause harm to the Bonecrusher Tribe in any form, and both sides would respect each other, ensuring no harm was done to each other's interests.

The Bonecrusher Tribe would provide shelter to Caesar Ortolonzo Targaryen for twenty-five years, guaranteeing his physiological needs such as food and rest. After Caesar reached adulthood, he would return to provide protection and assistance to the Bonecrusher Tribe for thirty years.

In fact, Caesar was quite satisfied with the final treaty. Being able to receive shelter during his weak juvenile and adolescent period was the best outcome. He didn't think it was embarrassing to be protected by orcs. For Caesar, staying alive was everything until he truly grew up. Survival was the top priority.

He wasn't afraid of being tricked by the Bonecrusher Tribe because he had added a clause: If, for any reason, the tribe couldn't provide shelter for the full twenty-five years, the treaty would be void, and Caesar wouldn't have to fulfill his oath.

When he felt satisfied, Caesar intended to include the names of the two young dragons in the treaty as well. However, these two stubborn creatures shook their heads vigorously, refusing to sign their true dragon names. Caesar had no reason to force them.

Both sides signed the treaty under the witness of the God of Truth, and the oath became effective.