CH : 43 End of War and Blood Really?

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As for the remaining magic iron ore, He can't take it away, and he can't take it away, he needs a few more space bags of this size.

Feeling a little pity, Barbatos directly picked up the magic iron ore and stuffed it into his mouth.

The chewing sound is crisp and clear.

After simply eating a few tons of magic iron ore to taste the taste, Barbatos finally stopped.

Within the range of his dragon's sense of smell, there was life intruding a few hundred meters away. This smell of goblins.

After realizing that the monster army under the Black Dragon Lady was coming to receive the spoils belonging to the victor, Barbatos quickly walked out of the warehouse and went deep into the forest behind the valley for some distance before quietly flying into the sky, leaving here and heading towards the Black Blood Valley.

As for whether the Black Dragon Lady can successfully kill the master wild dwarf spellcaster next?

Barbatos is still confident about this. A master spellcaster who has almost exhausted all his magic power and can only use his own life to attract the Black Dragon Lady and let his people disperse and escape. How can he cast an adult and succumb to such a desperate situation? Survive in the mouth of an adult black dragon who switched to special professions?

The outcome was already decided, and Barbatos didn't bother to stay.

After all, if you stay, you won't be given the wealth of a gold coin, and you won't be able to spy on the high-probability low-level magic iron ore and mid-level magic crystal mine.

On the contrary, if you stay, you may get aroused by the intermediate magic crystal ore filled in the space bag. Never doubt the dragon's ability to hunt for treasure and its intuition for treasure.

***

Lyanna, who was chasing after anyone through the Any Door, looked at Slytherin who had stopped and stood on the ground with an extremely calm face. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Smart choice."

"Death at the claws of an adult black dragon who has practiced a Special Monk and Psychic profession, I think this result is acceptable." Slytherin looked at the Queen of Darkness in human form with a complex expression, his eyes filled with wonder and curiosity, but there was no Fear of death.

"But before I die, I wonder if the Queen of Darkness can clarify my doubts. What is the name of the monk profession you practise? I, an old man, have lived for hundreds of years and have seen many professions. Among them, monk I have also seen many kinds of Monk Professions, but I have never seen your kind." Slytherin asked curiously.

Originally, he wanted to ask how a lazy black dragon could cultivate such powerful psychic abilities like an ascetic monk, but then he thought about it, dragons are already so weird, and there are not many Queens of Darkness.

Wasn't the black dragon that played with him also a different body black dragon?

Thinking of this, Slytherin also felt very depressed. Although there were a lot of dragons, the Tar plane was not small. If they were scattered, the dragons would be very rare.

But his Brown Forest clan was actually lucky enough to be able to keep company with two true dragons, or two alien giant dragons.

Alien or Mutant dragons not only refer to dragons with abnormal physical appearance, but also include dragons with abnormal personalities, abnormal behaviours, and other extremely special talents, such as law-loving dragons, greedy and gluttonous dragons, evil dragons that are honest, kind, horny and friendly, etc.

On the surface, Barbatos is the former, while Lyanna is the latter.

"Mountain Believer." Lyanna said indifferently, and answered because this little bug saved her some energy.

"This" Slytherin tried hard to recall the origin of this profession, trying to get some information from the inheritance of his wild dwarf tribe. Soon, his eyes widened, a little incredulous,

"Saint Petrov"

Before Slytherin could finish his words, his eyes dimmed. There was a bloody hole on his forehead, gurgling with blood and brain matter.

With a wave of her hand, Lyanna put Slytherin's body into the space bag.

This is the body of a master caster, and its value is still very high, especially for mages of the Necromancy School.

But Lyanna doesn't plan to trade with the mage of the Necromancy School. After all, this guy knows a lot of information about her.

She planned to use the corpse of a master caster to experiment and study other functions and effects of psychic energy.

Psionic energy is the extraordinary energy born from the combination of spiritual power and mind power. Combination of both energies gave her incredible power.

For example, creating fire and ice out of thin air, creating things, creating living beings without souls, changing living beings, flying, accelerating, creating force fields, moving objects, changing, controlling the weather, etc. Although these things could be done with uses of spells, they require a series of spells to learn, and psychic abilities No, as long as it is well developed, psychic energy can achieve the effects of almost all spells.

The power of the mind is great and vast.

Lyanna planned to try the psychic effects of the experiment, wondering if she could use her own psychic powers to give birth to a new consciousness in this corpse.

***

Black Blood Valley.

My huge dragon body landed in the clearing of the pool.

Skye, Danylan, Shadar, Vickers, and Mundo have been waiting here for a long time.

I threw the space bag with his magic mark removed to Danylan and ordered, "There is a pile of intermediate magic crystal raw ore in it. You must collect the magic crystal from the raw ore as soon as possible."

Collecting magic crystals from raw ores requires the use of magic power. Cracking them physically can easily lead to the loss of elements in the magic crystals.

This is also the reason why these magic crystal ores are still raw ores. After all, the number of spell casters in the Brown Forest Clan is very small, and the collection efficiency of low-level spell casters is very slow, and the noble mid-level, high-level or even master-level spell casters cannot be mined as coolies. Naturally , the efficiency slowed down, and this batch of raw crystal ore was retained.

Of course, this is all my guess, but the reason is very reasonable.

After giving orders to Danylan, I asked Skye about the specific situation of the clan's warrior casualties in the sneak attack.

"Master, we sent thousands of warriors to that battle, but only less than 500 came back in the end. Among them, ten intermediate warriors were killed." Skye's expression was quite heavy.

The five monster clans, Black Blood and Green Forest, Evil Tooth, Green Skin, and All Trolls

collided with the Brown Forest clan of wild dwarves several times, causing extremely heavy losses.

There were originally more than 45,00 clan members, but now they numbered only over a thousand and five hundred including women and children.

However, the core combat power of the Monster Clan has basically been retained with every chef of each tribe being alive. In addition to Skye and their four contracted relatives, the Monster Clan also has five intermediate warriors, two big goblin warriors, a kobold warrior, Vicker, and Zha, Zaku Troll brothers Shadar and Salman frost trolls.

Of course, they are just the threshold for entering the intermediate level, and the biological order is basically low-order five or six.

I nodded slightly, indicating that I understood.

My heart was not shaken by such heavy casualties.

Apart from feeling a little pity for the ten intermediate monster warriors who died in battle, a new batch of monster warriors can be created from the other dead monster warriors in a few months, or at most a year.

"Alright, it's not the news we wanted, but their sacrifices were not in vain. Does that mean your lives are meaningless? Does that mean that there was no point in your being born? Would you say that of your slain comrades? What about their lives? Were they meaningless?...

They were not! Their memory serves as an example to us all! The courageous fallen! The anguished fallen! Their lives have meaning because we the living refuse to forget them!

And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do the same for us! Because my soldiers do not buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world!" After quoting some, I paused, letting my words sink into their minds, allowing the weight of the message to settle in.

After a few moments, I spoke again, drawing their focus back to me. "Now that Mother and her kin have eradicated the Wild Dwarf clan, we can expand without being hunted. Let's continue the work we've been doing."

I felt my interest in the conversation waning, so I motioned for them to disperse and get back to their tasks.

Five monsters and monsters of different races respectfully escorted me back to the dragon's lair, and then dispersed

The white-feathered owl-tailed female crane flapped her wings and flew gracefully onto a high cliff hundreds of meters high. She still had two children to take care of.

***

Danylan put the dusty space bag into his arms and strode towards the residence of the Green Forest Clan. She also had to start mining quickly. This was an urgent task arranged by her master. It had to be put first, researching spells, practising magic power, etc, you have to lean back.

Shadar, Salman, and Vik swiftly returned to the Black Tooth Tribe, the weight of their significant losses hanging heavy over them. The harsh reality of their situation forced them to quickly decide how many Frost Trolls would join the hunting expeditions the following days. They also determined how many would accompany Vicker back to the Topaz Stone Vein, ensuring the protection of the Goblins from the Green Skin Tribe who continued to mine the precious Topaz. Every decision was critical, balancing the need for survival with the necessity of maintaining their dwindling resources.

Mundo scratched the back of his head and felt a little hungry. He was wondering whether he should eat the wild goat raised by the tribe or the giant jungle rabbit today.

Forget it, I haven't eaten mountain chicken for a long time. Let's eat chicken today.

Just as Mondo was about to take a step, Skye's voice came from behind him,

"Wait, Mundo."

"What's the matter?" Mondo turned around and looked down at the short Skye. Although it is now five meters tall, Skye, who is only over two meters tall, is indeed very short.

Skye looked at Mundo's extremely strong and majestic body with a hint of envy in his eyes. Unfortunately, this was a racial talent. Before Mundo received the power of his master's dragon veins, he was four meters tall. This was something he couldn't envy.

"Mundo, the tribal warriors are suffering heavy casualties now, and you also know the master's appetite."

"Skye, what you said is too complicated. Mundo has a headache!" Mundo covered his head and couldn't help but interrupt Skye, who was talking about how difficult it was for the tribe today.

Skye snorted coldly, a little dissatisfied, and secretly thought in his heart that he was really stupid and big. After such a comparison, kobolds are not without their advantages. At least his brain is much more flexible than that of a troll.

"To put it simply, you don't have to eat and sleep all day long. When you have free time, mate with the female troll and give birth to more litters of troll babies. Of course, you don't have to have any babies, so go to the dark forest more often. Bring back those stray wild trolls." Skye said calmly.

After Mondo thought for a few seconds, he nodded and said in a loud voice, "Mondo understands."

To put it simply, it means adding more trolls!

Seeing that his suggestion was listened to, Skye nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

For the sake of food and cannon fodder for the master, the more trolls there are, the better.

As for eating more?

That's okay. Trolls are basically not picky eaters with big eaters like them. They can eat smelly food, rotten food, leaves, and dirt. They are less picky eaters than goblins and kobolds.

***

The five core contracted dependents are all busy with things, and I, who has returned to the dragon's nest, also has many things to be busy with.

During this war with the Brown Forest clan, I saw many brilliant career paths and met many strong creatures, and I fully understood my current strength and status.

There was still a little fluttering mentality at first, but now I have calmed down.

"A high-level bone-blood warrior fought me desperately, but I had to escape because I was still too weak." I thought calmly.

Although the high-level bone-blood warrior named Leo is not an ordinary high-level professional, he also possesses powerful weapons made of magic iron.

"Next, I need to develop, grow, and accumulate strength."

I, who knew that my strength was not strong, began to make detailed plans for the next period of time.

Spells still need to be learned. Just because Slytherin died at Lyanna's claws doesn't mean the spellcaster isn't strong.

It can only be said that Lyanna is stronger!

Lutz, who was also a master-level professional and the patriarch of the Brown Forest Clan, disappeared in front of Leanna who exploded with all her strength.

On the other hand, Slytherin, who watched the whole battle, I, had every reason to believe that this master wild dwarf spellcaster still had the ability to escape until the end.

You can't win, but you can run. The longer one lives, the more various, bizarre and unpredictable the spellcaster's methods become.

I didn't believe that a master spellcaster like Slytherin, who had lived for hundreds of years, didn't master the mastery of teleportation!

Teleportation is only a fifth-tier spell.

The mastery-level teleportation spell can be cast very quickly. As long as Slytherin can delay for a little time, he can escape. If it is the return-level teleportation spell, it can be cast instantly.

He did not use teleportation, but used any door. He just made a choice between his own life and the lives of nearly two thousand warriors of the tribe. It did not mean that he could not escape.

My goal is to master an escape spell as soon as possible, and then brush its proficiency to proficiency, or even the instant return to nature level. Only in this way can I say to be stable. When encountering an enemy that cannot be beaten, as long as the gap is not too outrageous, There is a chance to escape with a life.

As for me, who possesses two major cheats: feast skill and panel proficiency, as long as I can survive, I will become stronger as time goes by. There is no so-called bottleneck in strength.

Although the true dragon itself can eat and drink and continue to grow stronger over time, this speed is too slow. In the future, it may take tens or even hundreds of years to order up.

"Mother's special psychic profession" I thought of the special profession that the Black Dragon Lady changed her job to.

Something very similar to Telekinesis. As someone who is cursed with culture I know it's true horror.

Telekinesis is one of the bases of many superpowers that are based on "controlling/manipulating," and may evolve to the point that a Telekinetic can control anything at a subatomic, particle, and universal level.

'F*cking Overpowered Telekinesis! A power that had near infinite potential!

Will show its true power, just imagine lifting off a whole mountain or a continent or two then crushing it into a dense ball, and then throwing it on your enemies!

I just get chills thinking about it!'

To be honest, I am greedy, very greedy.