The larger the invisible volume, the more magic power is consumed. With my current size, the mana consumed is naturally not small, but this is only for ordinary spell casters.
For me, the huge dragon body is not only an external manifestation of physical strength, but also a manifestation of the level of magic power stored.
This little magic power consumption is just a splash in a pound.
There was no need to flap my wings, and I, suspended in mid-air, flew at a neither fast nor slow speed.
I first came to the territory of the Black Blood Clan.
In the past three years, I have been relatively at home and have only gone out a handful of times. I have not paid much attention to or observed the detailed development of the monster clan under my command unless they were my Maids or Danylan. Yes it was very sexisit and selfish of me to do that. Yes I am guilty but who would put me in prison?
Anyhow this kind of thing does not require me to care about or expend energy. Skye and Danylan are much more capable than me in this regard.
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"Stone, are you home?"
The Black Blood Clan has scattered wooden houses spread over more than ten kilometers. Between the wooden houses are relatively regular gravel roads. In a remote corner of the tribe, there is a two-story wooden house standing alone.
At this time, a kobold boy with a height of 1.6 meters and a lean body stood under the wooden house and shouted.
The shout attracted the attention of the people in the wooden house. The window on the second floor opened, and a female kobold poked half of her head out. She was originally dissatisfied and ready to scold him. After seeing the appearance of the kobold boy below, her face was covered with fine black scales. The wrinkled face spreads like chrysanthemums,
"It's the Little Wolf. Are you looking for Stone? He should be taking care of the livestock in the backyard now." The female kobold's attitude was very eager.
"I understand, Mother." The lean kobold boy known as Little Wolf nodded to Mother Stone at the window on the second floor, and then walked towards the backyard of the wooden house.
In addition to large-scale breeding farms, every household in the Black Blood Clan will raise some scattered livestock and plant some fruits, vegetables and wild vegetables that mature quickly. These things are private wealth, and you can decide whether to eat them or trade them with each other.
The little wolf walked around the wooden house and walked dozens of meters to the shed in the backyard.
Dozens of giant jungle rabbits are bred in the shed. This kind of rabbit is just a wild beast. According to the biological order, it is also in the middle and lower order among zero order, but it is very large. An adult jungle giant rabbit can weigh forty or fifty kilograms.
Coupled with the average birth rate of one litter per month, a litter can give birth to ten to twenty rabbits. They only need to be fed with fresh grass, leaves, and shrubs to grow meat. The taste is also good, and the fur can be peeled off. It can also keep warm and make clothes, so it is very popular among several monster clans.
The little wolf saw at a glance that there was a basket inside the shack, and he was hand-spreading leaves and shrubs to feed the giant rabbit in the jungle.
The sound of the giant jungle rabbits eating was very noisy, like the sound of grinding teeth amplified several times. Dozens of giant jungle rabbits were eating together. The noisy and annoying sound made the little wolf frown.
This is also the reason why Stone didn't hear the little wolf yelling just now.
"Little Wolf? Why are you here?"
Stone noticed the little wolf approaching, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his originally bored face.
"I plan to go hunting with Ms. Remia. Care to join us?" Little Wolf got straight to the point, his words leaving no room for idle conversation.
"Ms. Rem.. Remia" Stone's eyes widened with surprise. It wasn't every day Little Wolf extended such an invitation. But after a moment's thought, his shock faded. He recalled the strength and prowess of both Little Wolf and Ms. Remia of the Rose Tribe. Especially Remia—her talent and skill were beyond extraordinary, even at such a young age. There wasn't a single youth across all the tribes who could match her in any aspect—whether it be strength, speed, stamina, defense, or raw talent. Her abilities surpassed them all.
'It's no exaggeration,' Stone thought, his admiration growing. 'When she reaches her full potential, she will be a force to be reckoned with. A true warrior unmatched by any of her peers.'
The names of the Kobolds in the Blackblood Clan are not chosen casually. First of all, the female Kobolds responsible for fertility and logistics have no names. They are usually called mother, wife or daughter.
Male Kobolds will be named based on their demonstrated strength and talent.
A male kobold who reaches fifth order, that is, enters the threshold of intermediate professional strength, will be given the surname "Sky" after he hunts an intermediate monster alone. The same surname as leader Skye also means that he is a glorious warrior who is favored by the true dragon.
If the rank reaches fifth order but you have not hunted an intermediate monster, its name will be bear, wolf, tiger, lion, etc., such as black bear, brown bear, yellow bear, native bear, black wolf, green wolf, fierce wolf, etc.
The first-class ones are the Kobolds who show special fighting talents. These Kobolds are generally young. The older ones are still talented. As long as they are not dead, they must have entered the intermediate level. The names of these young and talented Kobolds are the word "little" added in front of the names of these powerful beasts and monsters.
The kobold boy 'Little Wolf' is such a talented kobold boy. Since he was a child, he has shown speed and quick reflexes that are far beyond those of his fellow tribesmen, so he was given this name by the strong men in his tribe.
And what about the Stone?
Stones, weeds, sticks, and faeces are the names of ordinary male Kobolds. The strongest ones among them can reach fourth order, while the weak ones are still underage and can only reach first or second order. Only when they show special talents, or when their biological order breaks through to fifth order, will they be eligible to be given a name that represents strength and honor.
"I don't have any talent, and my strength is... pathetic. I'll just embarrass myself and you all in front of Ms. Remia," Stone muttered, his voice betraying his hesitation. His face was a mixture of doubt and silent longing. Doubt because he feared his lack of skill would drag down his friends in front of someone as exceptional as Ms. Remia. Yet deep inside, there was a flicker of hope—hope that his friends would push him, insist that he join them, so he could find the courage to say yes despite his fear.
Little Wolf narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly, "Is that what you want? To be just another Stone? Someone who leaves no mark, no trace, not even a memory when you're gone? Do you want to live and die like that? Besides, don't worry about embarrassing us in front of Ms. Remia. She's every bit as kind as Lady Shea—compassionate, but strong. And if she sees your determination, she won't judge. But if you keep doubting yourself... you'll never know what you're capable of."
Stone's heart raced. The mere mention of Lady Shea and Remia stirred something deep inside him. He had always admired them—not just for their power, but for their grace, their warmth. Lady Shea, the fierce warrior with the heart of a mother, and Remia, destined to be a legend. Could he really stand beside them, even as an equal one day?
"Alright, I'll go," Stone said suddenly, a surge of determination breaking through his fear. Little Wolf's words, his unrelenting gaze, had pushed him over the edge. Stone nodded, the doubt in his heart slowly giving way to resolve. He would go, even if it meant facing his own weaknesses head-on.
Little Wolf nodded with satisfaction.
Then the two kobold teenagers put on their weapons and equipment, said goodbye to their mothers, walked out of the Black Blood Valley, and headed towards the dangerous dark forest.
Little Wolf wore light rattan armor, held a fine iron sword in his hand, and carried three small fine iron short spears on his back.
Stone has a relatively stocky figure. He wears a thick set of rattan armor, holds an iron shield in his left hand and an iron hammer in his right hand.
The direction the two of them were heading was towards the Rose Tribe to pick up the only lady in the group then they will head to north.
When I saw this, I stopped paying attention to the two kobold boys.
Invisible, I slowly flew towards the Green Forest clan at the other end of the valley.
The goblins of the Green Forest Clan and the Kobolds of the Blackblood Clan have similar structures. Houses, livestock breeding, and clan classification are all there, but the details are a little different.
"There are a lot of big goblin warriors." I noticed the green-skinned little giants in the Green Forest clan who were generally over three and a half meters tall.
The Big Goblin is the ancestor of the Goblin bloodline. Even without the power of the dragon vein, the Big Goblin is generally over two and a half meters tall. Its biological order can reach second order, and it is easy to tear ordinary tigers and leopards alive.
After receiving the power of my special dragon vein with the Overeat skill, the strength and physical strength of these big goblins who already had the foundation and qualifications increased rapidly.
"The fact that the number of big goblins returning to their ancestors is so high should be related to the improvement of their basic bloodline."
From time to time, I would give Skye some ordinary dragon blood and let him arrange it freely. These dragon descendants made from dragon blood are naturally not disposable. The descendants born of dragon descendants will also have the power of dragon veins and will still be dragon descendants.
It's just that some are born with a very high concentration of dragon blood, comparable to that of their parents, while others are born with a lower concentration, which also results in differences in starting points and talents.
Among the Kobolds, those with a high concentration of dragon blood and the ability to cast spells will naturally awaken and become kobold dragon warlocks.
There were several Dragon Vein Warlocks in the Black Blood Clan, but there was not even an intermediate Warlock, so I automatically ignored them.
Although warlocks are blessed with bloodline power and grow faster than ordinary mages, they are still a late-stage profession.
Perhaps after my biological order becomes a legend, it is estimated that few of the dragon vein warlocks trained by the Black Blood Clan themselves will reach advanced levels.
The ability of a spell caster is superior to that of most other professions. It relies on time, patience, accumulation, and most importantly, talent.
"Last year, Mundo seemed to have established a clan called Bone Breakers." I suddenly remembered something that Skye reported to me last year.
Three years ago, Mundo listened to everything Skye said. In the past three years, Mundo led the trolls under his command to mate and breed every day. If he got tired of it, he would go out to find the lost Trolls and bring them back to his territory.
As a result, the number of trolls in the territory increased greatly with the existence of the Evil Tooth Tribe.
After consideration, Skye and Danylan finally prompted Mondo to establish a new clan.
The name is——Bone Braker Clan.
The Bonebreaker clan now has more than 300 trolls, of which underage trolls account for seven-tenths.
The lifespan of a troll is about the same as that of ordinary humans, and its ability to reproduce is also close to that of ordinary humans. Naturally, it will take more than ten years for a little troll to reach adulthood.
I hovered silently above the Bonebreaker clan's camp, surveying the chaotic mess sprawled below me. The environment was appalling, resembling something far worse than the most neglected slums. The ground was littered with debris, bones, and filth, while the trolls themselves lay scattered in disarray, snoring loudly as they slept. It was a sorry sight—filthy, undisciplined, and unashamedly lazy. These trolls were content in their squalor, reveling in their lack of structure or care.
In stark contrast, the Frost Trolls of the Evil Tooth Tribe that I had recently passed by seemed almost refined. While they shared the same brutish nature as their Bonebreaker kin, they had at least developed some semblance of order. They carved out their homes within small caves, living in family units with defined roles. They hunted with skill and precision, raising small creatures like frost boars and mountain hares as food, showing a crude form of husbandry. Despite their limited intellect and base instincts, there was something resembling a crude society among them.
It struck me that, although both clans were subspecies of trolls and likely shared the same meager number of brain cells, they couldn't be more different. The Frost Trolls at least made an attempt to carve out a civilized existence in their harsh, frozen lands, clinging to a semblance of structure. But the Bonebreakers? They had embraced their savagery without restraint, basking in the chaos like pigs wallowing in mud.
Perhaps that's why they don't get along. Even among trolls, the Bonebreakers were an embarrassment—barbarians without purpose, while the Frost Trolls clung to whatever shred of dignity they could muster.
Or perhaps it was because of Salman—the sharpest troll I had ever encountered. Once a human slave, Salman had somehow risen to prominence among the Frost Trolls, becoming the most respected figure after their leader, Shadar. Even Shadar himself deferred to Salman's wisdom, an unheard-of occurrence among such brutish creatures. It was Salman who had brought human concepts to the tribe, instilling within them the principles he had observed during his time in captivity.
Yet, despite his efforts, what the Frost Trolls had created was a far cry from any true human society. It was a crude imitation at best—a parody of the civilization they attempted to emulate. The Frost Trolls had grasped at the edges of human structure, but their minds lacked the capacity to fully replicate it. Still, it was enough to elevate them above their chaotic kin, their attempts at order just barely visible beneath the savage exterior.
Salman's influence may have sparked a transformation within the Evil Tooth Tribe, but it was a fragile thing. They had mimicked the trappings of humanity, but at their core, they were still trolls—ruled by instinct and raw power, teetering on the edge of barbarism despite their efforts to rise above it.
These adult trolls who have gained the power of dragon veins are very strong and tall. The shortest ones are four and a half meters tall, and most of them are more than five meters tall.
Although the little trolls are still young, they are generally between 1.5 and 2.5 meters tall. Those with a high concentration of dragon blood will have black scales emerging on both sides of their arms and thighs. I could sense that the biological order of these little trolls would not be lower than second without any identification skills.
Next I flew over the Rose Tribe.
The Rose Tribe had become the most civilized of all the tribes under my command, their village an oasis of serenity and order amidst the wild chaos of the jungle. Though their homes were fashioned from wooden beams and flattened rods, giving them a humble, natural appearance, they were remarkably well-constructed for a people without the resources of a human village. Each structure stood sturdy and proud, carefully arranged in neat rows around small farms and animal pens. The air was filled with the scent of fresh crops, mingling with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest.