Chapter Seventeen: Monsters Gather, Enemy Attack in the Dark Night.
Soon, a small box of [Magic Crystals] was delivered.
Under the elves' pained and reluctant gazes, Loya swallowed the box whole.
"Boom!" His stomach made a loud rumbling sound, like a blender.
Loya's dragon body slowly grew taller with a "crackling" sound, and his "magic power" noticeably increased.
“I will soon advance to Bronze Level 1. At that time, dealing with Silver Level Extraordinary Creatures will be a breeze. As for how easy it will be…” Loya turned around, went to the large ship, and began to concentrate on inscribing runes.
At the same time, he began to look forward to the "difficulties and obstacles" that lay ahead; he wanted to fight a bloody battle and test his strength.
"It seems worth it; his speed is even faster than before," a female elven mage who was helping Loya recover his stamina and magic whispered to Raffi.
Lafite was comforted, "That's good."
...
The sky grew increasingly dark.
Dark clouds were scattered in the sky.
The wind picked up and the temperature dropped.
Even the Black Iron level extraordinary beings felt a chill.
Two more hours passed, and high in the sky, water droplets slid down, constantly striking everything on the ground.
The dense and loud sound of rain became the main melody of this place.
Instead of returning home to avoid the rain, the scattered forest spirits used some kind of magical power to create plant raincoats.
On the big ship.
Loya yawned and went inside.
"It's raining, so the failure rate of engraving inscriptions in water is very high."
Loya explained to the elven mage who was following him.
This female mage had long, emerald-green hair and wore a conservative white robe that completely covered her body. Her name was Linman, a Bronze Level 9 transcendent being, and she was not far from reaching the Silver Level.
However, breaking through the Bronze Realm is quite difficult. If she doesn't have a good treasure to help her break through, and her talent is only average, she might be stuck for several years.
If it were an ordinary human being, they could very likely be stuck for more than ten years, or even a lifetime.
“I understand,” Linman nodded.
“However, I don’t plan to rest.” Loya smiled. “Inscribing the inscriptions indoors is also feasible.”
Linman was surprised; she had thought Loya would try to cheat or do something wrong.
In this wild and untamed place, people generally lack moral standards because survival itself is difficult enough.
Now that Loya is so dedicated and responsible, she has to look at him with new respect.
“However, I need you to prepare more food for me as a midnight snack,” Loya added.
“Of course,” Linman nodded immediately.
As the darlings of the forest, the elves can easily cultivate fruits and vegetables. Flesh and blood, however, present a challenge in this weather. Furthermore, the elven tribes have never traditionally stored meat.
Because elves are mostly vegetarians.
Fortunately, Loya is not a picky eater.
"System," Loya called out in his mind.
Personal information then comes to the surface.
Loya ignored the tedious information above and focused his attention on the last part.
...
[Remaining Extraordinary Energy Coins: 90]
It must be said that with increased strength, the speed of energy absorption also increased, and with the support of the elven tribe, his accumulation was rapid and substantial.
"However, it is impossible for it to evolve to a higher stage in the short term."
Loya felt a little regretful, but upon reflection, his current low-end Godzilla bloodline was sufficient. It was enough for him to progress smoothly and easily below the epic level.
...
While Loya and the Elven tribes were struggling, more and more extraordinary creatures were gathering in the valley that stretched for over thirty miles.
If you look closely, you'll see they come in all shapes and sizes, and there are many different kinds.
Pig-headed people, werewolves, goblins, kobolds, ratmen, minotaurs, and even "monsters" that lack intelligence or have low intelligence are all available.
"Heh, foolish Czech, actually got killed by a little girl from the Elf tribe. This is a disgrace to the great Dragon Clan." Suddenly, a tall werewolf laughed sinisterly, "That's not all. He died without even destroying the Elf tribe's ship, and we guys have to clean up his mess. This won't do. Your pig-headed tribe must compensate us plus a commission."
He is Zhek, the chieftain of the werewolf tribe, and also a powerful silver-level superhuman.
Not long after the pig-headed tribe was defeated, many monster tribes in the vicinity quickly learned of the news.
In addition, some pig-headed people, like Laon, wanted revenge, so they took the initiative to contact the nearby monster tribes and prepared to attack the elven tribes under the cover of night and when the rain poured down, so as to seize the throne in one fell swoop.
“We also regret Czech’s death and defeat. However, this is not a reason for you to blackmail us. Stopping the Elven tribe is a mission bestowed upon us all as the kin of the great dragon. We should do it without expecting anything in return,” said an old pig-headed man.
The pig-headed men around him glared fiercely at Zelk. If looks could kill, the werewolf Zelk would have died dozens of times over.
Zhek sneered: "You're right, but do you really want to defy my will? Without that idiot Jake, your pig-headed tribe is the most pathetic monster tribe in the area. What do you have to do with resisting me?"
Upon hearing this, the pig-headed people finally realized what was happening. They no longer had the right to be arrogant; the once ferocious creatures had become docile.
“Brother Zhek is right. The weak pig-headed tribe has no right to defy us, and since they are so weak, they have no reason to occupy such a large territory and wealth as before,” a minotaur over four meters tall interjected. He was also very powerful, a silver-level extraordinary being like Zhek. His name was Cybertron, and he was also the chieftain of his tribe.
“Agreed, the weak should act like the weak.” Following closely behind was an equally tall, hideous ogre, resembling a giant demon. His name was Patti, the chieftain of the ogre tribe, and a silver-level transcendent being.
"Agreed."
"Agreed."
...
When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; from then on, the extraordinary creatures of other tribes all followed suit in suppressing the pig-headed tribe.
Apart from the first three, the other extraordinary beings are actually not that strong.
Even without the Czech tribe, the Pig-headed tribe is still formidable. They are not to be trifled with by a small tribe like this.
However, the will of the three leaders gave these weaker people an opportunity.
"You've gone too far." The old pig-headed man's expression was very unpleasant.
Zheke said matter-of-factly, "These are the rules that you weaklings must follow."
Pati smiled, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth: "Resist, and then let me tear you apart and devour you."
Cybertron: "Come and reason with us when your tribe gives birth to a brand new Silver-level superhuman."
Seeing this, the old pig-headed man felt a chill run down his spine; he knew he was doomed. Faced with this overwhelming trend, they had no choice but to accept it, otherwise, they might be wiped out. He nodded helplessly, "In accordance with the will of you powerful figures, our clan will relinquish our original interests."
Zheke and his team nodded in satisfaction, feeling that this move was worthwhile.
“Time is almost up. The lineup we can gather in a short time is about reaching its limit.” Patty looked around and said after thinking for a few seconds.
Zheke tensed up, unleashing a fierce aura that sent chills down the spines of the weaker ones nearby. He said, "In that case, let's start the war. Also, I'd like to remind you not to beat the elves too badly, or it will affect the taste of the great dragon. And don't completely slaughter the elven tribe. Our goal is to destroy the ship."
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