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"Wilson nodded without politeness. It took ten days to escort this cargo, and he didn't get a good rest. Even though he was strong, he was still a little tired at the moment.
The broadsword blade, attached to the violent white fighting spirit, passed through the space, and with a pop, the head rolled to the ground, and blood scattered everywhere. The headless centaur body lost its strength and fell heavily on the snow, causing a wave of chaos.
Snow dust.
Dang~!
Wilson, who had just killed a centaur warrior, blocked another centaur warrior who wanted to sneak attack him with his backhand.
"A hurricane centaur warrior with the strength of an intermediate professional," Wilson muttered, seeing the light cyan fighting spirit coming from the centaur's weapon that had tried to sneak up on him. Narrowing his eyes and bulging his arm muscles, Wilson first repelled the hurricane centaur warrior. Then, his body followed closely as he leaned forward. The speed of the long sword in his hand suddenly increased, drawing a brilliant white light.
"How is it possible, this power?" The hurricane centaur's eyes widened, and the palm stretched out to his neck was only halfway extended before his head fell on the snow. He died with his eyes open. The headless body gushed hot blood, soaking the flawless snow.
The hurricane centaur warrior never imagined that a human could have such exaggerated and outrageous power. He was killed instantly due to a moment of negligence.
Wilson sneered. The seventh low-level professional level plus the high sixth biological order is, to a certain extent, no less than practicing two professions at the same time. The strength is not just a simple seventh level, let alone an instant kill. A careless sixth-order hurricane centaur warrior might as well try to kill him instantly, even if he is level seven.
The hurricane centaur captain's instant death caused the centaur warriors who suddenly appeared from the forest to attack the convoy to shrink their pupils and hurriedly retreat.
Upon seeing this, the cavalrymen guarding the convoy pursued them only for a few hundred meters, then retreated after killing five or six centaur warriors.
"Check the goods quickly!"
On the side, Witt, who was sitting on the back of the black-scaled beast, quickly shouted anxiously after the battle.
A group of cavalrymen immediately drove their horses past the carriages, opened the curtains, and quickly checked the safety of the goods.
"It's fine here."
"It's fine here."
"It was reported that a carriage was damaged, a female slave died, and another was slightly injured."
More than a hundred cavalrymen quickly counted the losses.
One man and one woman died, both adult human slaves, and three slaves were injured, but the injuries were not serious.
When the news was reported to Witt's ears, his face looked a little ugly, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
As long as nothing happens to the most valuable Aegean slaves and the White Dragon beasts, the loss of two adult human slaves is nothing.
"Speed up the march! These centaurs will come back soon! And you, do you want to die? Why are you still carrying the corpses?! Leave them all behind!" Witt scolded the cavalrymen who thought of taking away the dead companions' corpses.
The cavalrymen looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and threw the bodies of their companions into the snow before mounting their horses again.
The coachman, who had been hiding in the carriage due to his low combat effectiveness, quickly got out and drove the carriage nervously. He waved his whip, and the horse started running quickly with four hooves.
This is still the outermost area of the dark forest. Although the road is bumpy, there are few trees, and the carriage can still move.
After the convoy traveled about two kilometers, the surrounding mountain forest environment and road conditions became increasingly complicated, and the carriage could no longer be used.
The cavalry quickly dismounted, lifted out the iron cages containing the slaves from the carriages, and grabbed the two specially-made iron handles on the front and rear of the cages in pairs.
A slave iron cage was lifted by two dismounted cavalrymen, and nearly seventy cavalrymen, carrying more than thirty huge iron cages, acted as coolies.
The iron slave cages, which weighed an average of one ton, were as easy as carrying small barrels in the hands of these cavalrymen. They ran and carried the cages in an orderly manner.
After traveling for several kilometers, the gravel on the ground shook slightly.
Centaur attack.
Just when Witt, looking grim, was about to order Wilson to take some people and slaves to leave first and he would break up the rear, there were rustling footsteps coming from the front of their team.
Under the vigilant eyes of Witt and others, monster warriors wearing armor, holding fine iron swords, and generally standing between 1.8 and 2 meters tall, emerged from the jungle.
Feeling the familiar and friendly atmosphere from the newcomers, Witt breathed a sigh of relief, a smile forming on his face.
The person who had come to their aid had arrived, and now they were safe.
As for the powerful strength of the Dragon Lair monster warriors, it is estimated that only Witt, who had been traveling to and from the dark forest, knew best among the Siglinde family.
"You go ahead with the goods and leave the rest to us," said a big goblin warrior, more than three meters tall, carrying a huge mace on his shoulder. He spoke coldly to Witt in the Common Language.
Many monster clans in the wild already knew some common language. Because the monster warriors in Dragon Lair often communicated with humans, many powerful monster warriors could speak the common language relatively fluently.
Witt nodded gratefully and quickly asked Wilson and the others to leave first.
Not long after they left, sounds of iron hooves came from behind.
There were hundreds of monster warriors present, most of them third- and fourth-order warriors, with a dozen intermediate warriors.
"Stop!"
A roar, like a thunderous explosion, came from the mouth of the goblin warrior, and the sound spread everywhere.
A large number of centaur warriors, who had come through the jungle, stopped at the wave of a centaur leader. Frowning slightly, they observed the group of powerful monster warriors.
"You!"
"This is the territory of the Dark Queen. You centaurs came here to provoke our Dark Dragon Nest forces?!" A kobold stepped forward among the monster warriors. When it came to communication, a kobold with a flexible mind was often relied upon.
"Queen of Darkness?" As soon as he heard this, the centaur commander, who had been angered after being interrupted, looked slightly stunned. He had been too anxious to pay attention before, but now he took a closer look and noticed the dragon-born aura from the monster warriors in front of him. The presence of a dozen or so monster warriors at the intermediate level, each with a strong dragon-born aura and an obvious degree of dragon transformation, was unmistakable.
The centaur leader's face twitched. They had come after the group of humans, but now…
"As allies, we have no intention of provoking the Queen of Darkness. We came here in pursuit of humans. Those humans killed many of our tribesmen. Let us go now," the centaur leader explained, his face stiff.
As a senior centaur, he naturally knew that the Queen of Darkness and their king were allies, so they couldn't risk straining the relationship over this misunderstanding. After all, both parties had a common enemy.
"It's none of your business. After entering the territory of our Dark Dragon's Lair, we will deal with this group of humans who are the masters of everything. We don't need you centaurs to take action," the kobold said coldly.
The centaur leader's mouth twitched. Seeing the other party's tough attitude, he knew there was no room for negotiation. After taking a few deep breaths to calm his emotions, he gave a cold command to his tribesmen:
"Let's go back."
The other centaur warriors were a little reluctant, but they could not disobey their commander's order. In the end, they could only glare at the monster warriors as they retreated.
After the centaurs left the road, the centaur deputy spoke up.
"Commander, are we just going to let that group of humans go? The other party killed more than twenty of our tribesmen, including Marley. And there were dozens of carriages. The cavalry was so strong, there must be a lot of precious materials in those carriages."
The centaur leader had no expression on his face. Glancing at his deputy, he said, "Don't I know? I'm greedy too, but the Dark Dragon's Nest has entered into an alliance with our centaur clan. If we attack secretly and get discovered, who will bear the consequences?"
The centaur commander softened his tone a little when he saw the unwilling expressions on his deputy and the other warriors.
"We have just taken root in the dark forest. Everything is about stability. Wait a few years." The centaur leader sneered but said nothing more.
The news that the Centaur King Mohandersen had been promoted to Legend and suffered severe injuries due to vile humans using a magical prop could not be spread among ordinary centaurs. Only high-level officials like them knew this.
"Anyway, just know that in a few years, or perhaps more than ten years, this vast forest will tremble under the iron hooves of our centaurs!"
The centaur leader's tone was full of confidence, or rather, he was full of confidence in their king.
The remaining centaur warriors, influenced by their leader, felt their original dissatisfaction and unwillingness ease, though they still felt somewhat depressed.
On the other side, under the protection of the dragon nest monster warriors in the Black Blood Valley, Witte and others had an unimpeded journey, and after a few hours, they finally entered the territory of the Mountain Stream Dragon Nest.
Nowadays, the focus of the monster forces under me is on the mountain stream territory. The Black Blood Valley only allows the Goblin High Priestess, Danylan, to lead some monster warriors to stay behind. After all, there is also a large territory in the Black Blood Valley, so they can't just give it up; resources would be too wasted.
Moreover, the territory of Black Blood Valley can also be used as a barrier to the southern part of the Mountain Stream Dragon Nest. Once the centaurs move north, Mountain Stream Dragon Nest can get the news as quickly as possible.
In addition, on weekdays, the Dragon Nest forces in the Black Blood Valley can also take some actions in the name of the Queen of Darkness. As long as they are not too conspicuous or excessive, they will not be exposed.
After all, no one understands my mother's laziness better than I do. She can't leave the dragon's nest twice in a month. She only goes out to do some cooking and doesn't pay special attention to this kind of thing. She doesn't even pay attention to the subordinates and forces in front of her. How can she possibly care about the Black Blood Valley two hundred kilometers away?
Although Lyanna knew that her eldest son had opened a dragon's lair not far from her sphere of influence, she acquiesced. Besides, she also left the burden of her two cute daughters, who could do nothing but eat, with her eldest son.
However, Lyanna probably never imagined that such a big boy like myself has been frantically blaming her behind her back.
"Master, Master Witte of the Siglinde family is here to see you." Sophia, the dragonborn maid, stood under the thorn stone throne and lowered her head slightly to report.
"What's the matter?"
The black dragon opened its eyes, and its huge dark brown vertical dragon eyes looked at Sophia with compelling pressure.
"It's a group of slaves, including human slaves, Aegean slaves, and a group of Harpies. There are a total of one hundred and fifty-eight slaves. In addition, they also brought a young white dragon beast," Sophia replied.
"It turns out that the priest has come, and Roy, the old guy, has a lot on his mind," I grinned and said in surprise. "But he also brought a dragon beast? Interesting."
"In that case, he brought five bottles of dragon blood to us. Let's just say that I am satisfied with what he brought. The dragon blood is a reward for them," I said casually.
Sophia nodded. The master's meaning was clear. After staying with the master for so long, she could still figure out some of his thoughts.
Mountain stream territory, several kilometers away.
More than a hundred people, including Witte and Wilson, were waiting silently. Although they were anxious in their hearts, they could not show it on their faces.
At this time, a huge white crane flew from high in the sky. When it approached everyone and started to land, Witte and the others could see a tall woman standing on the back of the crane.
No, to be precise, she should be dragon-born, just like them.
The white crane flapped its huge wings and landed on the ground, its small black eyes curiously looking at this group of strange humans. It is one of the two offspring of the female crane. It is a little female crane and was named Snowball by Sophia.
Sophia lightly jumped off Snowball's back and looked at Witte and the others.
"The master is currently occupied and prefers not to be disturbed at the moment," Sophia said calmly, and her words made Witte and the others feel cold. The younger Wilson even blushed and clenched his fists.
Sophia glanced at Wilson, then looked at Witte, and said in a cold tone, "Although the master doesn't want to see you, he is very satisfied with your tribute, so he asked me to bring this as a reward." With a wave of her hand, five glass bottles appeared on the snow. The glass bottles contained red blood as thick as mercury, and the blood had a faint pressure with small golden particles that couldn't be seen by human eyes.
This is the remaining dragon power.
Witte and the others were smiling when they left.
What is the purpose that their industry wants to achieve by spending so much wealth, energy, and casualties? Is it an offering? Is it meeting the black dragon?
Indeed, but the ultimate core appeal is actually dragon blood.
The improvement in strength of Witte, Wilson, and the core members of the Siglinde family, who were transformed by dragon blood in more than a year, can be said to be astonishing.
People's hearts are greedy. Seeing that this can increase one's potential and lifespan, and as long as you eat, you can increase your strength. The better and more nutritious you eat, the faster your strength will increase, and there are no side effects. At least, none are visible at the moment. How could they think about the side effects?
I naturally understood what these people were thinking, so I didn't bother to summon them. If I did, it would just be a bunch of empty and boring compliments, which would be a waste of time. If I really had that much time, wouldn't it be nicer to have the Dragonborn maids give me a massage or watch the beautiful dance of half-beast girls?
Inside the large and wide mountain wall dragon nest.
Sophia returned.
I glanced at her, the head maid, and saw that she seemed a little unhappy, and asked, "Are you unhappy?"
Sophia's expression changed, and she quickly shook her head, looking a little flustered and frightened.
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