Chapter 367: Reincarnation Technique

"Please give your instructions." Hearing Muria's words, Iris breathed a sigh of relief. She lifted her head, her gray-white hair cascading down, framing her voluptuous figure.

"Tell your queen to keep it down below as she pleases. But, she must not step onto the surface. Above ground, there is no place for you Drow elves to exist."

"I will relay your message to Her Majesty without omitting a single word." Iris's expression remained unchanged upon hearing Muria's decree, but her heart filled with resentment and dissatisfaction. Born in darkness, did they not have the right to exist under the sun?

"If you have any complaints, after you return, you may encourage her to declare war against my Lockman Kingdom and see who will be annihilated," Muria said, tapping the armrest of his throne. As he tapped, legendary figures appeared beneath the ancient dragons, encircling the Drow elves and imposing unimaginable pressure.

Twenty-four legends! In addition to the ten ancient dragons, this newly appointed Grand Duke of less than a day could already command the kingdom's other ruling dukes. Such a number of legends truly had the potential to annihilate their Medis Kingdom.

"Your Excellency, you misunderstand. Our Medis Kingdom has absolutely no intention of attacking the surface," Iris said, though she had not yet reported back to the queen. She was certain that just by truthfully reporting back, that ambitious queen would no longer entertain the thought of attacking the Lockman Kingdom, at least not during the reign of this golden dragon.

"Is that so!" Muria responded noncommittally. The expansion of the Shyerman Dwarf Kingdom's military might was for self-preservation, but the expansion of the Medis Kingdom's military was undoubtedly aimed at attacking the Lockman Kingdom.

"Do you have any other conditions?" Iris asked cautiously before Muria could continue.

"Let your queen pay tribute to me," Muria continued, tapping the armrest of his throne, "annually contributing no less than fifty thousand cubic meters of elemental water crystals, a resource unique to your dark realm."

"Fifty thousand cubic meters annually?" Iris's face showed a hint of astonishment. Such a demand was substantial; could that proud queen ever accept such extortion?

"If you are unwilling, then I will simply take them myself," Muria said nonchalantly, sitting in a position that had cost him much, and it was time for a replenishment.

"Your Excellency, this is beyond my authority to decide. Please allow me to report back and then give you an answer," Iris requested respectfully, a bitter taste inexplicably forming in her mouth.

If she dared agree to these terms, she would surely be killed upon her return, but even if she didn't agree, the mere act of returning with the golden dragon Grand Duke's demands might still spell trouble for her.

"Hmm, I won't make it difficult for you." Muria looked down at the legendary Drow elf with grey hair, "Just use your current view to magically record everything in this hall. I believe your queen will make the right decision once she sees this footage."

"Thank you for your mercy." Iris felt a slight gratitude toward Muria. With this recording, she could ease much of the pressure on herself.

Then, this semi-caster legendary Drow used magic to record everything in the hall into a gemstone before taking her leave from Muria.

After those enchantingly graceful Drow elves departed, Muria dismissed the human legends around him, freeing them to move as they wished, to return to their domains if they so desired. Muria no longer needed them to exert pressure on the Drow.

Next, Muria met with the very calculating Dragonman King, Xisa.

"Prince Muria." Xisa, transformed into a dragonman over three meters tall, entered the council hall, bowing politely to Muria before respectfully looking around at the ten curious ancient metal dragons flanking him.

"As fellow dragons, no need for formalities." Seeing Xisa, who had evolved into a true dragon without the flawed traits of red dragons through his own efforts, Muria's attitude was quite positive. He respected such beings who refused mediocrity and defied fate.

What followed was a very polite official conversation. As the Dragonman King, Xisa came here seeking cooperation to help develop his newly established Redwing Principality.

A nation's growth and strength require more than just powerful individuals; it also needs advancements in various areas such as technology, population, and economy. The economy of the Redwing Principality, a nation of outliers, was quite underdeveloped.

"So you want me to aid your country in economic and agricultural development?" Muria listened seriously to the Dragonman King's request and summarized it succinctly.

The Redwing Principality had originated from countless dispersed Gnoll tribes in the northern wilderness of Lockman Kingdom. Their agricultural and manufacturing technologies were very primitive and backward.

"I

 can aid the Redwing Principality, but what can you offer the Lockman Kingdom in return?" Muria asked straightforwardly. He was acting as the ruler of a nation, not running a charitable foundation for poverty relief.

"For all the aid you provide, I can offer twice its value in compensation," Xisa responded. His current dilemma was that he had money to spend, but no proper trading caravans to engage in business with.

"Not enough," Muria shook his head slowly, then added, "Add two conditions. First, no matter how much your nation develops, no matter what happens, you must never invade the Lockman Kingdom. Second, when the kingdom needs help, you must send troops to assist and follow our command."

"I can agree to the first condition, but the second needs further negotiation." Xisa thought carefully for a moment before agreeing, though he had some reservations about the second stipulation.

After a brief negotiation, the second condition was modified: as long as Muria was in power, whenever needed, the Dragonman King Xisa would lead troops to assist. Once Muria stepped down, the Redwing Principality would only need to adhere to the first condition and would no longer follow any commands from the new king.

After settling the official matters, Muria asked the question he and the ancient dragons around him were most curious about, "Did you really evolve from a Gnoll into what you are now?"

"Yes," Xisa responded calmly, not minding his previous identity being brought up.

"How did you manage it?" Muria asked curiously, finding it hard to imagine how a Gnoll, with such diluted dragon blood that awakening was nearly impossible, could become a pure-blooded red dragon.

"If you can't answer, that's alright. Every being has the right to keep their secrets," Muria waved his hand, indicating to the surrounding ancient dragons to stop staring at Xisa so intently.

"It's actually not much, just somewhat unbelievable," Xisa chuckled, revealing the secret to his achievements.

"I was originally a dragon blood sorcerer, but after being betrayed and reduced to living in a Gnoll tribe due to severe injuries, I had no choice but to use the Reincarnation Technique to transfer my soul into an egg laid by a Gnoll."

I'm really curious, why do people always think that powerful beings that are different from normal creatures must be transmigrants? Why can't native creatures also be incredibly powerful? Seriously, without any cheats, how many transmigrants without a prominent identity could rise in a supernatural world?

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