In last options. So second world most likely be...
Blood of Zeus {God's, Giants, Beuties and Primordials} {Which beauties needed to decided}
House of the Dragon/Game of Thrones {For the old gods, seven gods, and faceless death god and beauties and dragons {Which beauties needed to decided}
Which Beuties and God's are in question and need to put a lot of thoughts in.
What do you think?
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"Brian was breathing heavily. His eyes were red, and a five-meter-long terrifying blood glow suddenly extended from the tip of the bloody scimitar in his hand. He slashed hard at the female crane that was approaching quickly.
There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the female crane, and she was a little shocked by the explosive speed displayed by Brian and the giant wolf mount at that moment, but she was not worried at all. The wind element surrounded her body, and she disappeared in place with a flutter of wings. Her figure appeared a hundred meters away.
When Brian saw the terrifying speed of the mother crane's explosion, the corners of his eyes twitched suddenly, knowing that he would not be able to kill this disgusting flat-haired beast.
But if this was the case, the evil spirit in his heart could not be released at all. Within a very short time of thinking, Brian devised another attack method. The several meters of blood light on the scimitar exploded with a buzzing sound. It then turned into a line of blood light and attacked the mother crane, moving so fast that it was blurred. After launching this attack, Brian's breath became unstable, and the body of the giant wolf beneath him also weakened, and they both fell from hundreds of meters in the air.
The mother crane had no time to pay attention to Brian's condition. Its eyes were fixed on the incoming blood light. At such a close range, even with its explosive speed, it was difficult to avoid it with absolute certainty. It could only dodge at its maximum speed while preparing for a hard resistance.
Just when the bloody sword light was about to strike the mother crane's wings, a blue light flashed across the mother crane's body.
{Second Tier: Return to Nature: Water Element Strengthening}
I, who had been shrinking my body and watching the show hidden in the high-altitude clouds and mist, took action.
With the strengthening blessing of the spell, the mother crane dodged the incoming bloody sword light at the last moment. She raised her head and looked up at the sky. A black dragon emerging from the clouds and mist was reflected in her dark pupils.
Under the double cover of the cloud and mist spell + invisibility spell, the mother crane and Brian, who were fighting, did not even realize that a black dragon was watching them.
I glanced at the mother crane coldly, then looked down and landed on the ground with a bang.
Brian, who had just fallen from the sky and stood up in embarrassment, heard a loud noise. He raised his head and saw a black dragon looking at him with indifferent eyes.
"Submit to me, or die!"
Looking at the huge black dragon looming in front of him, shrouded in smoke and dust, Brian's pupils shrank slightly. He swallowed, and his whole body turned cold.
Sensing the increasingly dangerous and impatient gaze of the black dragon, Brian was shaken, and in order to survive, he made a decisive decision to surrender.
With a pop, he knelt on his knees and pressed his head to the ground. His mount, the silver Warg, also bowed its head and knelt down in tacit agreement, swearing its surrender.
My expression softened, and the dragon scale contract reappeared, then turned into a black light and penetrated into Brian's head.
The dependent contract was formed. From this moment on, the life and death of this powerful jackal leader depended solely on my thoughts.
After the transformation of the dragon vein was completed, Brian opened his eyes with a complicated expression.
Never would he have imagined that one day he would become a lowly servant. The only good news was that the owner was a powerful adult dragon.
With a sigh of relief in his heart, Brian put away his complicated emotions and looked around. He was shocked to find that his black dragon master was missing, but he also noticed the female crane standing on a tree.
"The master asked you to rectify the clan and then go to the dragon's nest territory." The mother crane spoke. Her voice was pleasant, but she could not hide the coldness in it.
Apparently, the mother crane had been scolded by her master because of Brian, which made her very unhappy. The reason she was reprimanded was also clear to the mother crane: it was because she underestimated the enemy and was careless.
This was definitely not a way to show dissatisfaction with the master, so naturally, she could only vent her emotions on Brian.
After the mother crane finished speaking, she spread her wings and disappeared into a ray of white light without even looking at Brian.
On the spot, Brian opened his mouth, held it in for a while, and said extremely depressed,
"Where is the dragon's nest territory? Grandma, can you tell me clearly?"
One day later, the gnoll leader Brian led more than a thousand gray-furred gnolls to the mountain stream territory.
Skye, the dragon lair steward, came forward to settle them.
Because the leader Brian had become a servant, many of the jackal minions below also had impressive encounters with the dragon lair monster warriors.
Therefore, the entire integration process was peaceful and smooth.
Daily life had calmed down again. While Dragon Nest's power was steadily growing stronger, it was also slowly exploring and expanding further north.
During this period, they also encountered many dangerous monsters or small monster clans.
The monsters encountered were killed, and most of the scattered small monster clans were accepted. The monster clans that can survive and live close to the inner areas of the dark forest either have some special abilities or are not weak in strength.
After accepting them, they were given thin dragon blood and relied on the weak power of dragon veins to kill and devour.
In this process, the weak died, and the strong grew wildly. They were given more dragon blood, their potential became stronger, and they gained more. Their strength increased faster and faster.
The strong became stronger and remained strong.
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Three months later, winter came and snowflakes fell.
One night, the dark forest was covered with snow.
The traces of monsters that were active in the past were becoming increasingly difficult to find.
And those ice-type monsters began to appear in large numbers out of nowhere.
Near the corner of the wilderness plain in the southernmost part of the Dark Forest, a human village was hidden in the heavy snow.
Outside the village, a line of cavalry escorted dozens of carriages.
"We're finally here." The cavalry commander looked at the village in sight, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
The goods this time were too precious, so he had to keep his nerves tight for fear of something happening.
"Speed up and go to Lange Village to rest." The cavalry commander shouted to the team of hundreds of people behind him.
When the team approached Lange Village, people in the village had already heard the news and were waiting outside in advance.
"Haha, Wilson, your boy is finally here. Is the cargo okay?"
Standing at the entrance of Lange Village was a young mage wearing a purple robe. Behind the mage were dozens of fully armed warriors. These warriors were generally over two meters tall, and except for their eyes, almost all of their bodies were covered in black armor.
The cavalry commander, Wilson, smiled and nodded to the young mage, "Uncle Witte, the cargo is very safe. Don't worry, I led the team."
The young mage Witte, who came to greet the cavalry team, was the main person in charge of the deal between the Siglinde family and Dragon Nest.
Transactions between the two sides resumed shortly after the border war.
"I'll rest assured with you leading the team. Okay, let's go to the village to rest for a while and drink a glass of strong wine to warm up." Witte nodded, and his attitude towards Wilson was very friendly.
Wilson was the youngest son of the family leader, Roy. Although his talent was good and he became an intermediate professional at the age of twenty-two, there was still a big gap in status between him and Witte. Witte was a seventh-level mage, his status no lower than that of an ordinary ninth-level warrior, and his prestige in the Siglinde family was very high.
But since Roy became a dependent of Lord Barbatos and brought back dragon blood from the dragon's nest, his more than a dozen sons and hundreds of grandsons, except for a dozen who were too young and those who lacked talent, have become geniuses over the past year. Their strength improved by leaps and bounds, and there were noticeable changes every month.
Wilson was the most outstanding one among them. He had been talented already. After undergoing the transformation of dragon blood, vigorous training from his family, and his own hard work, his professional level as a swordsman had advanced from the original fifth level to the seventh-level low rank. His biological order had broken through from the original third order to the high sixth-order. His strength had increased more than five or six times, and he had become a high-level force in the Siglinde family.
A line of cavalry escorted dozens of carriages into Lange Village. Lange Village was one of the two territories assigned to the Siglinde family by the Grand Duke of Thorns based on their merits after the Wasteland War. The other territory was a small town that had been established not long ago and was still in a state of ruin.
Wilson asked the one hundred cavalrymen and dozens of coachmen who were escorting the goods to rest in the houses, while he and Uncle Witte went to the middle of the convoy, in front of an inconspicuous carriage.
Wilson opened the carriage curtain, revealing the scene inside.
An iron cage wrapped in thick black curtains.
Witte tapped the staff in his hand, and the invisible mage's hand appeared in the air, lifting the black curtain, revealing the 'goods' inside.
The creature before them was a dragon beast, its body covered in shimmering white scales. Unlike many of its kind, it bore no horns on its brow. Its limbs were short yet thick, and small, almost underdeveloped wings sprouted from its back. At full length, it could stretch up to three meters, but there was no mistaking its juvenile appearance—this was a young white dragon beast.
A dragon beast, as it was known, shared the shape of a dragon but lacked the bloodline inheritance that could make it truly powerful. Born in the presence of a true dragon, it never awakened its true name, thus failing to fully embrace the dragon's legacy.
Among Chromatic Dragons, dragon beasts suffered cruel fates. The more ruthless among them would devour their offspring immediately, while others might kill them outright. Some mothers simply abandoned them, leaving the dragon beasts to perish or survive in the wild. The rarest among evil dragon mothers might care for their spawn just enough to ensure they could fend for themselves before casting them out of the nest.
Metallic Dragons, by contrast, treated their dragon beasts far better. If a mother birthed such a creature, it would often be sent to Dragon Island—a sanctuary where dragon beasts could grow in safety, with ample food and minimal danger. There, under the watchful eye of the elders, most would reach adulthood unscathed.
The white dragon beast now held captive in an enchanted iron cage was captured far to the north, in the frozen wastelands. But it was not the Sieglinde family who found it. Instead, a fortunate team that often worked with the family stumbled across the beast during a routine slave raid. Upon discovering the beast in their cargo, the Sieglinde family bought it along with the slaves they had intended to purchase.
As for what purpose it would serve? The answer was simple—it would join the slaves, a sacrificial offering to the Black Dragon's lair.
The last group of slaves sent to the Black Dragon had performed well and won the favor of its master, Roy. He had been eager for a second shipment, but the chaos of war had delayed them. Now, with this new batch, the Sieglinde family was eager to maintain their standing with the dragon lord.
Witte, watching the white dragon sleep peacefully, smiled to himself. "Come, take me to the slaves," he said.
"Uncle Witte, you keep telling me not to worry, but your constant hovering says otherwise," Wilson muttered, though his uncle merely chuckled.
Without further delay, Wilson led the way, pulling back the heavy curtains of each carriage for Witte to inspect. There were dozens of enchanted iron cages, each one filled with five slaves. In total, they carried ten young men, ten adult women, fifty teenage boys, and fifty young girls. Among them were various races: Aegean slaves, three wolf-kin girls with midnight fur, and even a Boer antelope girl. A special prize was the thirty-six harpies, their wings bound to prevent escape.
Altogether, there were one hundred and sixty slaves—each carefully chosen for their appearance and health. The Sieglinde family had spared no expense, and it showed. As Witte inspected the cages, he saw that the slaves were well-clothed, their bodies free of scars or visible wounds. They appeared healthy, their breaths steady even in their sleep.
Satisfied, Witte turned to Wilson, a serious expression darkening his features. "This shipment cost the family a small fortune. If anything were to happen—if there's even the slightest mistake—our family's position could be jeopardized."
Wilson straightened, all traces of humor gone. "I understand, Uncle. I won't let my guard down."
"The journey from here will be treacherous," Witte continued. "The centaurs have claimed the Dark Forest, and danger is always lurking. In the past few months, many adventurers—some of them seasoned veterans—have lost their lives there. You must remain vigilant."
"If the head of the family weren't tied up with important matters, they would have accompanied us personally."
The Sieglinde family was betting everything on their relationship with the Black Dragon. Securing more power, influence, and resources in the Duchy of Kass all hinged on this. Especially since Roy had discovered something unique about his master's dragon blood, the stakes were higher than ever.
"I won't fail," Wilson promised.
Witte's stern expression softened, and he smiled. "Good. Don't be too hard on yourself. I'll be with you in the Dark Forest, and we have allies there to assist us. For now, get some rest—I'll keep watch."
Wilson nodded, grateful for the reprieve. It had taken them ten days to escort this cargo, and despite his strength, the strain of travel was taking its toll.
The silence of the night was shattered by the clash of steel. Wilson's blade, wrapped in a fierce white energy, cleaved through the air, beheading a centaur warrior in a single strike. Blood sprayed across the snow, and the centaur's body crumpled heavily to the ground, sending a plume of snow into the air.
Another centaur, hoping to catch Wilson off guard, rushed him from behind. But with a swift movement, Wilson blocked the attack with his backhand, steel meeting steel in a loud clang.
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