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The hard red carapace collided with the mace, making a loud and dull sound. The carapace was slightly dented, and red blood flowed out. The red-shelled centipede shook its dizzy head. Magic power flowed in the body, and magic-like abilities were activated, turning it red and shiny. He swung his sharp legs wildly and cut on the mace. In an instant, he cut dozens of huge gaps in the metal mace made of fine iron.
The Goblin Captain saw that his beloved weapon had become tattered, and he was extremely frightened and angry. He gritted his teeth and took back the mace. His muscles all over his body rose, and he hit the red-shelled centipede on the head with the mace again.
The red-shelled centipede whined, fell into a frenzy, knocked away the Goblin captain, and the huge figure broke into the Goblin team. After a bloody storm, green meat suddenly appeared on the ground.
"Damn monster!" The Goblin captain, who was over 2.2 metres tall, saw that several soldiers died at once. He was instantly angry and chased after the red-shelled centipede.
After a struggle, the Goblin captain, whose left arm was neatly broken, was panting and facing off against the slightly injured red-shelled centipede.
There was a sizzling sound, and the red-shelled centipede was preparing to launch a final attack to kill the difficult goblin in front of him. At this time, a black light flew out from the jungle in the distance. The black light bombarded the body of the red-shelled centipede, knocking it huge. The body was thrown heavily and rolled out.
All around, in the jungle, a number of strong Goblin warriors were running out with weapons. One of them, a big Goblin warrior nearly four metres tall, was coldly drawing a second dark javelin from his back, his body covered with blood. The muscles rose, and the refined iron javelin carrying terrifying power accurately hit the red-shelled centipede again.
The red-shelled centipede screamed and twisted. Two javelins were stuck on its ten-metre-long body. The carapace cracked and scarlet blood continued to flow out, dipping the dark javelins into blood-red colour and making a sizzling corrosive sound. . Obviously, the blood of the red-shelled centipede contains extremely powerful toxins.
Facing the threat of death, the red-shelled centipede frantically squandered the huge magic power in its body, and its body turned red as if it was glowing. It rushed to the jungle nearby like a phantom, trying to escape from this place.
Unexpectedly, the red-shelled centipede had just escaped a certain distance, when darkness suddenly fell in front of it, and its field of vision increased. It was shocked to find that it was caught in a pair of palms by a giant. It was so anxious that it quickly waved its scarlet sharp feet and cut the giant's palms wildly. Under the rapid cutting of the extremely sharp centipede feet, the giant's palms were soon torn apart and became tattered. But what was horrifying was that half of the tattered flesh-and-blood giant palms recovered in just one breath.
With a chirp, the red-shelled centipede's head was forcibly pulled out by the giant hand, and then stuffed into the bloody mouth. After eating the centipede's head, the giant was still a little dissatisfied, so he simply removed the red-shelled centipede's body that was still twisting instinctively. Chew and eat like spicy strips.
There was movement in the jungle, and the Goblins and Big Goblins who were chasing after them only saw the last segment of the body of the red-shelled centipede being swallowed into the giant's mouth.
"Lord Commander Mundo."
Karl Greenson, the most powerful Goblin warrior among the Goblins, said respectfully to the giant. Karl's body, which was nearly four metres tall and bulging with muscles, was as thin and pitiful as a half-grown child in front of this terrifying giant who was six and a half metres tall.
"Well, it's Karl. Has the threat been resolved?" Mondo burped and touched his fat belly. He felt that his throat and stomach were a little spicy and warm.
Karl glanced at a few centipedes falling on the ground and was silent for a second before answering,
"Has been eaten by Commander Mundo"
"Huh? Did I eat it?" Mondo's eyes widened, a little unbelievable. It took him a second or two to react, and he picked out a piece of red carapace from between his teeth.
"You mean this many-legged dragon?"
Huge centipedes are generally labelled as dragons, because such giant centipede monsters usually have dragon blood in their bodies. As for what type of dragon this bloodline originated from, some say it is a mutant dragon.
Alien dragons are those dragon species that are as slender as snakes. They have no blood connection with true dragons. True dragons are basically created by dragon gods, while alien dragons are indigenous dragon species native to the material plane of the astral worlds. .
As for strength? There are also strong and weak alien dragons, but no matter how weak they are, the biological order will not be lower than 15th order when they reach adulthood. There are also many types of alien dragons with strong bloodlines that will become legendary as adults.
"Yes." Karl nodded with great confirmation, secretly shocked by the strength of Commander Mundo.
This red-shelled multi-legged dragon was at least order 7th or 8th, and the two javelins it fired with all its strength were very vigorous. However, in the hands of Commander Mundo, it was as weak as a forest snake and could be easily killed and devoured.
The forest snake is a kind of snake that can reach eight or nine metres in length as an adult. However, it does not have magic power or spell-like abilities and is just an ordinary beast.
During the period when the Monster Clan warriors were initially establishing territory in this area, the most common creature they encountered was this forest snake. At first, the warriors were a little nervous when facing this large creature, thinking it was an intermediate-order monster. However, after the fight, they found that its strength was only order three, and it could not defeat ordinary clan warriors alone.
One must know that none of the monster warriors who went to explore the northern area of the Dark Forest this time were lower than fourth order.
Teams are dispatched to clean up dangers such as monsters and beasts. The basic configuration is a fifth- and sixth-order captain working with nine fourth-order warriors.
Their mission is to eliminate dangerous creatures in this area - referring to monsters and beasts of at least fourth order and above. Creatures lower than fourth order will not be killed on purpose. After all, these are flesh and blood resources for breeding in the wild in the future territory.
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In a mountain stream, Skye stepped on the soft black soil and looked at the surrounding environment with a rather satisfied expression.
"It was decided that this is the place where the new tribe will be established."
"Go and cut down all these trees and jungles, and then start building houses!" Skye ordered the hundreds of Kobolds behind him. These Kobolds are not warriors, but ordinary tribesmen, and their strength is generally only first or second order. The monster warriors are pouring their blood to open up territories, while the work of these ordinary tribesmen who are not strong enough is to establish tribes and handle logistics.
Although the master's bloodline can continuously strengthen the physical strength by swallowing a large amount of flesh and blood, with more and more people in the clan, it is naturally impossible to have such a large supply of flesh and blood. In addition, the talents and traits are different, some are timid, and some are brave and powerful, the class and strength will naturally increase over time.
'The results of previous experiments of letting people eat soil, trees, and ores and metals were good for trolls, but for goblins and Kobolds, the effect was much weaker.' Skye pondered. thinking.
With the development of the past few years, the population of the six monster clans has increased, and the warriors have become stronger and stronger. However, it is difficult to expand the sources of food rapidly, and they need to supply the masters with increasing appetites. Skye was very worried.
But once he saw a forest troll eating a tree trunk due to hunger, Skye suddenly had an inspiration.
As he had seen his master eating nearly all things. Therefore, there was this experiment.
The final results were mixed. Fortunately, soldiers eating soil, trees, ores and metals do have the effect of increasing physical strength. However, except for trolls with extremely strong digestive abilities, goblins and Kobolds take a long time to digest these 'foods'. Moreover, this process can cause stomach discomfort at a mild level and unbearable pain at a severe level.
But it's not absolute. Some goblins and Kobolds with a higher concentration of dragon blood have much stronger digestive abilities than ordinary warriors.
As far as Skye himself is concerned, its digestion ability is not even worse than that of a troll.
It has tried to eat minerals, trees, and soil for a period of time. Among them, the improvement effect brought by soil and trees is only equivalent to that of ordinary beast flesh and blood. As for ores, ordinary iron ore and copper ore, the improvement effect brought by digestion is better than that of ordinary beast flesh and blood, but not much. If it is a rare ore containing magic power, the effect will not be much worse than the flesh and blood of low-order monsters.
To sum up, regardless of whether all kinds of 'food' can be digested, the higher the quality of the 'food', the better the effect, especially the one containing magic power, the effect is the best.
Although the results of the experiment were not very good, it also saved a large part of the consumption of flesh and blood food.
The hundreds of trolls in the Bonecrusher Clan founded by Mundo and hundreds of frost trolls in the Evil Tooth tribe now eat more than half of the food consisting of ores. At the same time, Skye also preaches to the Green Forest Clan, Green Skin Tribe, Rose Tribe and the Black Blood Clan that proper consumption of ores, soil, and trees is good for the body. With the spread of this concept of being strong, the ignorant monster race people will naturally believe it, especially when it is really effective.
As for Half Beasts of Rose Tribe, as soon as they realise it's really true they can grow stronger this way they also didn't shy away.
You just have to suffer a little bit. After all, you are using your flesh and blood to forcibly digest minerals, trees, and soil.
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Day after day, time slipped by, and the northern expanse of the Dark Forest began to thrive under my reign. The once-wild land slowly shaped itself into something more formidable, though not without the cost of countless monster warriors who bled and fell in battle. Yet, for their leaders—Skye, Mundo, Shadar, and Danylan—the bloodshed meant little.
For those who emerged from the fray victorious, strength was their reward. Thus not only did it reduce the food consumption but those who deserved got the most as they honed their power, their numbers dwindling but their tribes hardening. This natural culling left only the strongest to carry on, ensuring that future generations would not only inherit their parents' might but also their instincts. The law of the jungle ruled supreme: only the fittest survived.
I care even less about this even the Kobolds , however, bore the brunt of it— tens of thousands of warriors gone. Yet even as their ranks were decimated, no tears were shed. Instead, their relatives stepped forward, ready to take up the cause, driven by an unwavering belief in their tribe's future. The Kobolds had always lived with an enduring contentment, rooted in their draconic nature, where setbacks were mere obstacles in a long journey. Their satisfaction came not from the present but from planning ahead, from the thought of building something lasting.
Kobolds live in a non-deviating state of
contentment despite any setback experienced by their tribe. Kobolds live extremely fulfilling lives doing what they do. This comes from their draconic ability to take the long view to plan ahead for the future and work for the future instead of focusing on the present.
Their individual lives might be fleeting but the impact of their presence in the world is widely felt a powerful self-sacrificing instinct rules Kobolds whenever their tribe is endangered Kobolds readily struggle against impossible odds or unconquerable foes simply to buy time or coordinate a diversion the needs of the tribe await the continued existence of any one Kobold.
This is not to say that Kobolds needlessly throw their lives away; they value their lives no less than any other creature retreating when necessary; this selfless behaviour carries over into everyday life.
Expansion of the tribe is more important than personal accomplishments and any personal accomplishments should advance the tribe success of the tribe is personal success
and any personal accomplishments should advance the tribe success of the tribe is personal success.
This is no mere philosophy for the Kobolds they truly feel this way if the tribe is expanding and becoming stronger and wealthier the Kobolds truly feels that satisfaction so even if said kobold works 12-hour shifts in a mine the very notion that this allows the tribe to expand and become bigger fills it with determination and more importantly with happiness once again Kobolds live their life in a non-deviating state of contentment Kobolds when they mine and when they're with their family they're just happy and as generally happy and fulfilled people.
Kobolds believe that no obstacle exists that cannot be defeated by strength of numbers; they are one of the few races that strike fear into their enemies not due to combat prowess but rather because of the suffocating wave of bodies that they can muster.
A Kobold army is a pounding onslaught of flailing weapons hurling itself against supposedly impenetrable defence until those defences crack buckle and break this time-honoured tactic although completely devoid of elegance has been the turning point in more than one battle shifting the balance of a stalemate in the Kobolds favour and winning that day.
To that end kobold's commanding officers planned for and accepted a large number of casualties among their troops.
Now this is made worse by the fact that Kobolds have no qualms in sacrificing their life if it serves the tribe this is something that Kortalmak also incentives see if one ever wondering how calm Kobolds are so chill about just getting demolished in any attack this is why Kobolds place no emphasis on the body attaching more importance.
Kobolds believe that if they die in service to their tribe Kortalmak immediately sends each of them back to life as the next egg laid in a hatchery if a particularly important or respected member of a tribe dies the hatchery is closely monitored the next egg laid is immediately separated from the rest and carefully protected once hatched the resultant wyrmling is groomed to fill up a position of importance if not the position of the recently deceased cobalt such wormlinks are given the name of their predecessor in some form end.
They also believe if a Kobold dies while serving her own needs rather than those of the tribe Krotelmak reincarnates them as the next pup
born in the dire weasel stables it basically becomes a domesticated animal unable to choose whether to serve very ironic
Going even further though, if a kobold dies betraying their tribe they are incarnated as a giant stag beetle which Kobolds hunt for their kite and as armour.
But then a Kobold can also find the greatest glory in such a death if a kobold dies not only in the service of the tribe but in a matter that involves a sacrifice of its life for the greater good of the tribe then Krotelmak welcomes that Kobold into his own mind in heaven this is why Kobolds are totally cool with just throwing their lives away in war that's literally all it takes for them to get to the heaven.
The seven Heavens are interesting in Star Multiverse as a human or most intelligent creatures you kind of have to live your whole life in virtue of the God you serve you have to do good by it and every god is of course different sometimes getting into your desired heaven is just a lot of work but for a cobalt all one have to do is sacrifice yourself in the service of your tribe.
Like the Norsemen of old, they believed the highest honour lay in death for the cause, just as the Vikings sought their place in Valhalla through battle.
This creates a great incentive to just go all out without fear and just die for your brethren so
whenever one is fighting Kobolds and you see them just charging at you happily ready to die.
Dying with a smile on their face.
But further it gets even better as Kobolds believe in heaven the most productive and loyal of Kobolds get eventually reincarnated as True Dragons which further incentivizes them to work hard it's a great racket that Krotelmak has going for himself here but this is the beating heart of Kobold culture this is why they are the way they are and this is why even the Kobolds can easily live for up to 120 years they rarely ever make it past 10.
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