I don't know what happened since the last week my mind and don't seems to write the story as even after whole week I am yet to complete the first R18 of this story yes the one I told you about. WTF it seems like my mind doesn't want to write the story anymore as I haven't wrote a single word since then.
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Happy for nothing.
"You said they plan to use wooden carts to transport the ore? How is this possible? A complicated journey of more than two hundred kilometers, attacks by monsters, and the presence of centaurs, and they just use wooden carts to transport it?" The leader squinted and shook his head to express this. "Are you kidding me?
Whenever a monster breaks into the team or a spell-like attack hits the wooden carts, these carts will fall apart or be destroyed. As long as there are a few more mistakes, all the ore transported on this trip will be in vain."
He was brought in by others and asked the Wolf Adventure Group to transport the ore. As a senior professional leader, he was not sure that more than half of the wooden carts could be saved from damage. This was no joke.
"There is no need to transport ores when entering the dark forest. The travel speed is very fast. It takes more than 200 kilometers to travel in half a day. However, if you bring a large amount of ore with you, the result will be different. No matter how good your physical fitness is, the efficiency of the transportation tool is what it is. Within three to five days, it would be impossible to get out of the dark forest.
And within three to five days, in the dark forest, there would still be such a large group of people moving. Do you really think that those monsters and centaurs are blind and can't see them? Now, even the monsters in the dark forest basically know how much the centaurs hate humans and adventurers.
As long as the group is harassed a few times, nothing may happen, but the ore will definitely be left behind, and the trip will be in vain.
What may be worse is that a large number of centaur warriors will surround them. By then, even the leader, a senior professional, will not dare to say that he can survive. There are quite a few senior professional hurricane knights among the centaurs, and they also have the home-field advantage."
Not only did the group leader think about this, but Osei, Marcy, Ritz, and others also considered this issue.
In the woods in the distance, two rangers from the Wolf Adventure Group, who were inspecting the surrounding area for safety, suddenly spurted blood from their necks. Their heads flew up, and their headless bodies fell from the trees.
Although the noise was small, everyone in the Wolf Adventure Group was an expert and could react almost instantly.
Then they saw a group of people coming out of the woods. The leader was none other than Witt.
"I've been waiting for you for most of the day, and my legs are sore from standing. No, I had no choice but to take the initiative."
Witt looked at the group leader and others, who were glaring at him with angry eyes, and smiled softly, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes.
Around him, and even in other directions, there was a faint sound of movement. A tall kobold warrior, goblin warrior, and troll warrior gradually gathered here over time, surrounding everyone from the Wolf Adventure Group.
As for why the encirclement was formed so smoothly, why didn't the leader, a senior professional, lead the Wolf Adventure Group to break out of it?
Just look above.
A monster, with a body length of twelve meters, a griffon head, and a pair of huge wings, floated quietly in the sky. This was a 13th-order griffon, a terrifying monster that controlled the power of the storm.
A handsome white crane, with a body length of ten meters and a wingspan of twenty meters, stood silently at the top of an ancient tree, with its head lowered, looking down indifferently at the members of the Wolf Adventure Group. The captain had never seen this monster before, but he felt a strong death threat from this white crane monster.
In addition, not long after, in the south, behind the Wolf Adventure Group, a tall jackal cavalry, riding a giant gray wolf, stepped out slowly. The jackal at the head was majestic and tall, and the silver giant wolf beneath him was extremely handsome.
Of course, its strength was also immense. The leader looked at the giant silver wolf and swallowed nervously.
A Silver Moon Wolf is an adult 12th-order monster with terrifying speed and a cruel personality.
And a jackal who can subdue such a terrifying monster must be even stronger.
"I surrender." The leader dropped his weapon and raised his hands, indicating he would give up the struggle. As for the other adventurers, they had already raised their hands, pale with fear.
Although the leader was a senior professional, he was only at the tenth level, not even the eleventh. His profession was only an ordinary warrior, and his strength was basically the lowest among senior professionals.
Facing one, two, three, and four, a total of four beings who could kill him in the blink of an eye, he would only die if he did not surrender. At this moment, the group leader and other adventurers finally understood why the Siglinde family could use wooden carts to transport ore leisurely. Isn't it okay to go home leisurely?
A moment later, after extracting from the Wolf Adventure Group which nobleman was behind the mission, Witt led the family soldiers to protect the ore and wooden carts, returning to Pros Town.
However, Witt was not in a good mood, not because he learned that the nobleman behind the Siglinde family was powerful, but because the black dragon master was dissatisfied with their family.
"Master wants you to pay attention. Forget this trouble this time; if there is another time..." Brian, the leader of the gray-haired jackals who was responsible for delivering the message, sneered several times. As a thirteenth-level warg knight, he could make the seventh-level mage Witt stiffen with just a little pressure.
As soon as the pressure subsided, Witt's whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
"I will inform Patriarch Roy," Witt expressed.
After Witt led the men away, Brian walked up to the members of the Wolf Adventure Group, who were bound by enchanted chains. He inspected them and waved his hands with satisfaction after finding no problems.
"Take them away!"
In the sky, the female crane spread her wings and opened the way ahead. Griffin Bray snorted deliberately and spread his wings to fly forward.
On the ground, Blaine raised his head and glanced at the griffon Bray, grinning, showing sharp teeth.
"What level is similar to my name?" Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of Jackal leader Blaine and Griffon Bray.
The griffon Bray is the 12th contracted kinsman accepted by me, and the gray-haired gnoll leader Blaine is the 13th. In addition, one beast and one wolf are close in strength, and their names are extremely similar. From the first time they met, they began to dislike each other.
Griffon Bray didn't need to come on this mission, but as soon as he heard that the gnoll leader Blaine would participate, he immediately followed.
Anyway, it was very boring. The master also had a bunch of relatives around him, so he didn't need protection.
"Damn it." Thinking this, Griffon Bray became even more annoyed.
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"Master, everyone from the adventure group has been brought."
After finishing speaking, Sophia waited quietly under the throne.
However, her eyes couldn't help but wander to the huge black tumor behind the stone throne.
Because it was daytime, the dense black eyes of the black sarcoma were closed and retracted. Apart from being a little ugly, it wasn't too disgusting.
"Well, I understand."
The huge black shadow on the throne moved slowly, and the three closed eyes opened at the same time: two yellow and one black, with awe-inspiring evil and darkness in their majesty.
The giant black dragon stretched its body, and its majestic frame cast a large shadow, forming a striking contrast with the golden sunlight slanting at the entrance of the cave.
When about to go out, I lowered my head and glanced at Sophia, casually saying,
"Don't touch those black tumors; otherwise, you will be covered in the same tumors and become a dark evil creature.
"Don't let Eirlys or the other servants come into contact with them either. I don't want you cute little gals to turn into disgusting pieces of meat."
"Yes." Sophia's heart trembled, and she abandoned all her original curiosity in an instant.
I glanced at her, feeling a little pity.
I can completely digest these black tumors after the feast starts, but these dragon descendants who have obtained my Void Dragon Blood cannot digest it, not even a trace. Instead, they can only be slowly assimilated by the power of melanoma.
Why?
This can only explain one thing: the origin of the void cannot be given in this way. These dragonborn, who seem to have obtained the power of my void, actually got the power from the dragon's veins, plus the leftovers of the void origin. That's why it was overeating, rather than a feast.
'If an heir is born, will my heir inherit my void origin?' I sometimes think of this question.
If I could, I, Barbatos, could create a new terrifying dragon species—the Void Dragons—and become the Void Dragon God, or the Devouring God.
And I would be the ancestor of the Void Dragons.
I don't know if a dragon that controls the power of the void can be compared with the seven legendary dragons in the legend: Rainbow Dragon, Power Dragon, Time Dragon, Space Dragon, Soul Dragon...
'In the future, when I have nothing to do, I can give birth to a bunch of children and see the effect,' I muttered in my mind.
Without talking to the little maid, the black dragon flapped its wings and left the dragon's nest.
Mountain Stream Territory
It has been nearly two years since the Dragon Nest Monster moved here.
The originally barren black soil and mountain streams, once covered with lush vegetation, have long become a thing of the past.
Rows of neat, rough, and simple wooden houses, like giants living in them, stand on the high ground on both sides of the stream. At a glance, there are countless of them.
Behind these rough wooden houses with uniform styles, a tall tower made of white stone stands tall and motionless.
Under the tower, almost no one passes by.
This is a minimalist mage tower. There is no elemental pool, no high-level defense or attack spells engraved on it, and no powerful mage. There are only low-level spells, such as 'alert aura,' attached to the surface of the tower, along with a handful of intermediate dragon warlocks. The largest number of low-order Dragon Vein Warlocks practice inside.
The entrepreneurial period is always difficult, especially for professions like spellcasters with high thresholds and long delays.
However, this also shows that the leaders of the Dragon Nest Monster Tribe have a long-term vision for the future. The training of spellcasters is not necessary, but diversified training can truly go further and become stronger.
There are currently four monster clans in Dragon Lair, arranged in order, namely: the Black Blood Tribe (Kobolds), Green Forest Tribe (Goblins), Bone Crusher Clan (Trolls), Evil Tooth Tribe (Frost Trolls), Green Skin Tribe (Goblins), Rose Tribe (Half Beasts/Beast Humans), and Wild Tribe (Grey-furred Gnolls).
In addition to these named tribes, there are also some scattered monster groups with smaller numbers. These scattered monsters were conquered and surrendered by the Dragon Nest Monster Clan. Among them are Bugbears, Goatmen, and Tengu.
Bugbears are close relatives of goblins. They do not have the intelligence of goblins, but their physical fitness is much stronger. One-on-one, they can fight a gray-furred jackal. Of course, they will most likely lose.
The Goatman looks like a mixture of goats and humans. The fur on its body covers its chest, and it has hooves. It has a goat's head on its neck. The males often have long, sharp horns, while the females have very short ones. Like their demonic bodies, Goatmen are strong advocates of brutality and violence, and their favorite weapon is a double-edged axe. The individual strength of an adult Goatman is even greater than that of a gray-haired jackal.
Finally, there are the Tengu people. The Tengu are a race of monsters that evolved from some kind of alien bird, but they no longer have wings or the ability to fly. Dark, soft fur covers the Tengu's head and torso, but their thin, avian limbs remain exposed. The average height of the Tengu is no more than 1.5 meters, and their bodies are very thin, but their danger is not low at all.
Thugs, thieves, spies, assassins—vicious and cowardly—these adjectives can all be used to describe Tengu people. Tengu are born thieves.
However, the three monster clans are not large in number. The smallest one is the Tengu clan, with only about a hundred members, and the largest, the Bugbear clan, has only more than five hundred members. Because of their small numbers, lack of powerful leaders, and late entry, their status in the Dragon Nest Monster Clan is very low.
By the way, there is also a clan of monsters whose origins are not from conquest and surrender but were sent as gifts—Harpies.
With only thirty-six Harpies, they are undoubtedly the monster clan with the smallest number of members, but their strength and status exceed that of Bugbears, Goatmen, and Tengu.
Without a doubt, this is because the Harpies serve the Black Dragon.
After being given dragon blood and serving for more than a year as members of the maid group, with no worries about food or resources, the original individual strength of the Harpies, which was in the high first-order and second-order, has now reached fifth order for all members. Those with outstanding talents are not far from sixth order.
The advantage of flying, the foundation of the monster body, the fighting instincts honed by survival in the wild, and a low sense of shame (referring to their willingness to do anything without a bottom line when serving the Black Dragon master)—all these advantages have led the Harpy maids to show a tendency to become Dragon Lair guards. In terms of status, they have begun to surpass the human dragon-born maids.
Who can refuse a Harpy who can do any despicable and shameful thing for you, is not ashamed of it but proud, has a good figure, a pretty appearance, lots of tricks (such as aerial splits?), and strong strength?
This is not just one problem, but a group of them.
A certain Black Dragon enjoys this very much, but a certain dragon-born maid has begun to feel conflicted. Which is more important: pride and shame, or the favor of the master? These ideas are clashing fiercely.
When the Wolf Adventure Group, firmly bound by enchanted iron chains, came here and saw the various clan monsters living in harmony, their emotions were complicated and on the verge of collapse.
Who can tell them how they got into trouble with this 'monster' force?
Every clan monster glanced at them as they passed by, with curiosity, scrutiny, friendliness, and even kindness in their eyes.
The leader blinked. Did he read it correctly? The tall kobold who had just walked by looked at him and his teammates with friendly eyes.
"As soon as I saw you, I wanted you to be my friend."
Yes, that's probably what that look meant. And it wasn't just this kobold. Among the clan monsters coming and going, many cast friendly looks their way.
"There's always a feeling that we are friends. Well, if there were no enchanted iron chains wrapping us up like rice dumplings," the thief Osai, with her beautiful short purple hair, complained.
The teammates nodded in agreement.
They were in a very strange mood at this moment. From the beginning, when they completed their mission and were even expecting to obtain valuable large-sized space bag treasures, to being surrounded by a group of terrifying monsters and demons and surrendering in despair, to finally being escorted thousands of kilometers deep into the dark forest, the scenery was... beautiful. But it is a monster lair, filled with powerful monster groups, and they were cast various looks by a group of monsters coming and going.
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