Chapter 1396
As the Natural Semi-Plane grew larger, planting crops, clearing rivers, and constructing buildings—all these tasks required laborers. If left unchecked, the semi-plane would develop into a completely wild domain, where even a slight difference in magical power could cause parts of it to grow abnormally. The number of laborers had to be guaranteed.
This group of Blood Elves became the best candidates. Powered by blood, they hardly needed regular food. After their magic was sealed, the sealed magic within their bodies became their source of strength. They didn’t need to eat, had great stamina, and with elven heritage, they naturally possessed an innate talent for organizing nature and art.
Having these Blood Elves serve as laborers was simply too fitting. As for whether they would cause trouble inside the Natural Semi-Plane, there was absolutely no need to worry...
If any of these guys did anything outside their assigned tasks, Leon would sense it immediately. Plus, with the original batch of laborers—those old hands who now couldn’t be driven away—acting as foremen, and with Lord Shaun personally training them, no matter how many there were, they wouldn’t be able to stir up any trouble.
After plundering the Blood Elves and the city's wealth, only an empty shell of a city was left here. In less than an hour, everything was done.
By the time people from the three major factions arrived, all they saw was an empty city, not a single soul in sight—like a dead ruin...
Delton’s expression grew serious as he surveyed everything around him. As a mage of the Sanctum of Light, he could clearly sense the slaughter and death that had occurred here not long ago. But there wasn’t much actual death. Most importantly, the lingering traces indicated that a great many people had been here, but apart from the Blood Elves, there was no aura of death at all...
A large number of Blood Elves had simply vanished. How Leon managed it, no one knew...
There were losses among the Alchemical Golem army in the battle with the Blood Elves, but those mass-produced golems weren’t truly alive. Their destruction didn’t produce any death energy, and even the dismantled golems—down to the last screw—would be recovered, leaving no trace behind.
Delton’s face was grave and gloomy, tinged with wariness. He didn’t say a word, simply stood there in silence.
Rives from Storm Tower sniffed lightly and also sensed something amiss.
The faint scent of blood drifting on the breeze was unique to the Blood Elves, tinged with a trace of magic—there was no sign of blood from any other creature. The magic here was chaotic, and even the power of the hurricane left no clear mark.
Archmage Leon Merlin’s strength was far more terrifying than the legends claimed—no, the legends were completely unreliable. The power he wielded was much greater than rumored, and it seemed only one Sky Rank expert who wasn’t a Blood Elf had acted here: Leon’s subordinate, that orc with dragon blood...
Delton and Rives looked serious, but only gave Leon’s strength a bit more respect. At the back, Daenoson’s gaze was heavy, even a little fearful when he looked at Leon.
Beside Daenoson, the Serpent-Tailed Beast let out a low growl. Only Daenoson, who had contracted with it, could understand what it was saying. After a dozen seconds, Daenoson unconsciously distanced himself from Delton, and his gaze toward Leon and those magic-powered warships carried a hint of fear.
Such terrifying people—the Serpent-Tailed Beast said the city was destroyed by those five strange steel warships. No, it seemed only three of them moved, tearing through the Blood Elf city’s defenses in a very short time. The lingering traces showed Archmage Leon Merlin had only been here for about an hour.
Damn it, in just one hour, a Blood Elf city was turned into a dead ruin. What secrets were hidden in those five steel warships? Relying only on those strange vessels couldn’t have accomplished this, but there was no sign of anyone else here...
The Sanctum of Light is in deep trouble. Rumor has it they’ve been at odds with the Thorned Crown, and these mad dogs seem intent on wiping out the Thorned Crown during its internal chaos. It’s said the Gilded Rose has ties to the Thorned Crown, and they plan to eliminate the Gilded Rose too. But I think these mad dogs are just after the Gilded Rose’s wealth...
Now, seeing Delton’s face uglier than a wrinkled bulldog, he’s probably thinking of something else. The people the Sanctum of Light brought here couldn’t have done this in an hour, and even the beast horde controlled by the Serpent-Tailed Beast couldn’t have managed this...
Originally, the plan was for four factions to attack this city together, but by the time the other three arrived, the Blood Elf city had already fallen. The atmosphere turned strange; Leon didn’t care what they thought—intimidating them was what mattered most.
The Sanctum of Light, Storm Tower, Chester Family—all top-tier, renowned powers. Meanwhile, the Gilded Rose, frankly speaking, was just a newcomer from the Andalusia Kingdom, and only an alchemy shop at that. Plus, with the Sanctum of Light openly hostile, it was necessary to intimidate these people first.
Since these ruins are related to the Seventy-Third Deity, and might even be where the Seventy-Third Deity’s reincarnation happened, finding the key clues and locating the Seventy-Third Deity is what matters most. There’s no time to waste on these people—especially the mad dogs from the Sanctum of Light...
“Lord Daenoson, this city has already fallen. For now, the Blood Elves won’t be showing up here. As for searching for the entrance to the ruins...”
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Leon spoke calmly, and Daenoson immediately showed a hint of a smile.
“I didn’t expect Lord Merlin’s strength to be so great. I thought it would take much longer to conquer this city, but this works out perfectly. Leave the search for the ruins entrance to me.
When my family’s ancestral contracted beast arrived, it gave me one of its scales. The power within it resonates with the energy in those ruins—I’m confident we’ll find the entrance soon.”
Daenoson produced a triangular scale, its origin unknown, but it contained a strange and chaotic power. Leon’s eyes flickered—he instantly recognized the faint trace of deity energy on the scale, a mix of divine blood and soul power.
Though very faint, it was enough to show that the beast had once come into contact with deity power, and had been so deeply affected that its bloodline had changed.
Daenoson produced the scale, and the Serpent-Tailed Beast beside him seemed uncomfortable, growling and stepping back a few paces, unwilling to get too close to it.
Daenoson went off to search for the entrance to the ruins, while the people from Storm Tower and the Sanctum of Light could only rest in the city.
Leon returned to the magic-powered warship, leaving the city for the three factions to rest. Rives led the Storm Tower mages to an empty building to prepare for the upcoming exploration, the Chester Family busied themselves with searching for the entrance, while the Sanctum of Light quietly scoured the Blood Elf city.
After a round of searching, the Sanctum of Light mages stopped. Delton looked at the haul his subordinates had gathered, his face as dark as if an octopus had sprayed ink on him. Seven or eight Sky Rank mages had searched the small city themselves, yet all they found was a pile of ordinary materials. The only halfway decent find contained dark energy, and it was dug up from beneath a building...
If not for being a mage of the Sanctum of Light, it would have been hard to detect such a chunk of metal with dark energy buried underground...
Delton walked to the window and glared fiercely at the magic-powered warship hidden in the sky.
Damn bastard, greedy vampire—no wonder he was so eager to take this city. All the Blood Elves inside are gone, and the city’s wealth has been completely looted. That damned Archmage Leon Merlin, greedy vampire, swept the entire city clean in such a short time.
Before, we struggled to break those cities and never dared to keep fighting. This was the only Blood Elf city that could be completely conquered, and all its wealth was taken by that damned Archmage Leon Merlin. Truly a heretic—greedier than a devil. Damn fool, just wait—after the ruins are explored, everything he swallowed will have to be given up.
Delton was nearly furious enough to pass out. The resources in the underground world were abundant, many of which couldn’t be found in Northend. A single Blood Elf city could make a small faction rich overnight. Most importantly, these resources would be precious items in Northend—bring out just a few, and you could trade for ten times their value.
Now, not a single magic crystal could be found, not even a Blood Elf. There was no way to catch one to ask what happened.
There were powerful figures among the Blood Elves. Previously, tearing open the city defenses was mostly for show—no one dared to keep fighting after that. If they went too far, the top Blood Elf experts would surely intervene.
This city was the only place where wealth could be looted, and now there’s nothing left. Not dropping dead from anger is already fortunate...
Not far from where the Sanctum of Light had settled, Rives listened to his subordinates’ report, a mocking smile on his face.
Fools from the Sanctum of Light—they really haven’t changed at all. Delton, that greedy vampire wrapped in holy light, I knew he’d loot the place as soon as he got in. He’s already been secretly grabbing things; does he really think we don’t know?
If the underground dragons weren’t unusually united and keeping things quiet, the Blood Elves wouldn’t have the energy to notice us. Our plans might have been ruined by Delton, that foolish bird-man.
It’s just a Blood Elf city—how much wealth could it hold? Once we get into those ruins, a place that once held deity power, anything we find there could be worth more than an entire Blood Elf city.
Besides, now they know the way into the underground world. The Sanctum of Light has True Word spells and can get back in anytime. The resources here are just a matter of time—getting them sooner or later. Rushing now is just foolish...
On the other side, Daenoson got the news, gave a mocking smile, and ignored it. The Sanctum of Light and Chester Family don’t get along, and relations with Storm Tower aren’t much better. If Delton couldn’t get into the underground world, Daenoson would never have brought him along.
Leon cared even less. He was busy sorting the materials looted from the underground world—many of which had never appeared in Northend. Their uses were unknown, and even his alchemists didn’t know what to do with them. Testing each one would waste too much time and resources, so Leon focused on labeling them with a simple description and left the rest to his alchemists.
Three days passed quickly. During that time, the war between the dragons and Blood Elves grew fiercer. The Blood Elves had made too many enemies over the years, and now the half-orcs—the largest and most populous race—were taking advantage of the chaos.
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Among the half-orcs, the Wolfkin—one of the largest subraces—took the opportunity to attack the Blood Elves. Though they resembled werewolves, they were a completely different species. When the pureblood dragons took the lead, many draconic hybrids joined the assault on the Blood Elves as well.
The Wolfkin couldn’t stay out of it. The Blood Elves had provoked a powerful pureblood dragon’s descendant, one with an extremely strong bloodline. If the Blood Elves were getting beaten, how could they just watch? Time to take revenge—those freaks killed plenty of Wolfkin decades ago, so it was payback time...
The Wolfkin struck first, and then the Halfmane Centaurs—who lived near the Bloodstained Wasteland—saw the Blood Elves being besieged and rushed in for revenge. Those freaks had enslaved their people centuries ago, using them as mounts...
The Halfmane Centaurs joined the fight too...
Then the Minotaur clans came forward, shouting that a thousand years ago the Blood Elves had abducted and abused their women. Now it was time for revenge...
Upon hearing this, Xuban couldn’t help but curse. Damn, these cow-hoofed, bull-headed brutes—even the female Minotaurs are stronger than the toughest humans. No matter how twisted the Blood Elves are, they couldn’t be that depraved. That’s not twisted, that’s having your brains kicked out by a Brute Pig...
The situation grew more chaotic, which suited Leon perfectly. With all these factions fighting at the front, his group could topple a few Blood Elf towns in the rear without anyone noticing. He even had Reina show herself before the pureblood dragons.
It was confirmed that the Blood Elves had not only insulted the pureblood dragons, but had even led an attack on Reina, intending to kill her and hang her head on the city gate as a trophy.
The hot-tempered pureblood dragons instantly exploded. Sensing Reina’s bloodline, a group of pureblood dragons’ eyes turned red—this was the purest dragon bloodline, and she had only just come of age. Her bloodline was said to rival the legendary first Frost Dragon, and now she had nearly been killed by the Blood Elves, her head almost hung on the city gate as a trophy. That would have destroyed all hope for the pureblood dragons.
Damn it, kill those freaks...
So, more than twenty pureblood dragons appeared at once—dragons that were usually nowhere to be found, some even considered nearly extinct in the legends of the underground world.
Four at level forty-nine, nine at level forty-eight...
Suddenly besieged, the Blood Elf royal family was ready to kill. Once it was confirmed the pureblood dragons were telling the truth, the royals vented their fury by executing hundreds of their own implicated members that same day...
Damn fools. A bloodline regression—an offspring whose bloodline surpasses its parents, likely from an awakened ancestral bloodline—means everything to pureblood dragons. How could anyone dare send assassins after such a treasure? That’s just asking for a war of vengeance. Worst of all, they didn’t even succeed? You idiots might as well die...
A pureblood dragon with a great inherited bloodline and awakened powers means as much to the dragons as the Blood Elves’ extraordinary artifact, the Void Blood Pool. If anyone touched the Void Blood Pool, the Blood Elves would go mad too...
That’s how the pureblood dragons saw it. Reina denied everything because she’d only awakened her bloodline, not the bloodline memories—an inexperienced junior can’t know as much as her elders.
A stubborn group of pureblood dragons stuffed Reina with a pile of life-saving gifts, including more than twenty summoning dragon scales. Even the dragons below level forty-seven were too embarrassed to give theirs. They also sent all sorts of valuable resources, and one black dragon even gifted a Halfmane Centaur slave skilled in cooking...
Just showing her face got Reina a mountain of gifts. She was a little stunned—coming back so easily was only because the pureblood dragons thought the front lines were too dangerous. As the most promising junior, she should stay behind, and even if she wanted to go to the front, they wouldn’t let her.
Damn it, if the front lines are so dangerous, why are the weaker draconic hybrids charging in like cannon fodder?
Reina brought back a pile of gifts—Leon could accept most, but those twenty-plus summoning dragon scales, not even on pain of death would he dare take them.
Summoning dragon scales from level forty-eight and forty-nine pureblood dragons—if you dared use them, the moment the other side appeared and saw it wasn’t their own junior, they’d think you’d murdered them and kill you on the spot...