The dependents that can really make Lyanna feel useful must at least reach a high order. This is why, among the thousands of monster relatives under Lyanna's command, except for Gray and the others, they are all garbage monsters from order zero to third or fourth, of which order zero accounts for the majority. Obviously, she only needs to give some dragon blood and spend some time, and a batch of third- and fourth-order dragon vein dependents can be easily created. To her, order zero, third, and fourth are just cannon fodder.
If they are all cannon fodder, why pay precious dragon blood? Although ordinary dragon blood is not precious to true dragons.
Seeing Lyanna's resolute tone, I gave up on getting the psionic monk profession that I longed for. But this also made me even more certain that this special profession must be very strong!
Strong enough for Lyanna to reject an army of 30,000 or even 300,000 dependents, even if it's just to lend it out for a look.
Obviously, in Lyanna's eyes, there is no room for error in this special profession, and she doesn't want to take any risks.
"Considering the... intimacy of our connection, I'd prefer to shield you from the ugly aftermath of a violent conquest—endless bloodshed, and the weight of too many lives lost under your command. Let's be honest, I'd rather not find myself in a situation where I have to swoop in and rescue that 'dump truck of an ass' of yours when some Gold or Silver Paladin of Justice decides to come after you. Especially when you'll be struggling to control towns without the might of a real army and end up spilling blood by the untold." My tone carried a playful undertone, but there was no mistaking the gravity of the offer.
A trace of reluctance lingered in my voice, but the deal hung there in the air, ready to be finalized.
Now, the number of dependents under my command is close to saturation, and I even need to forcibly suppress the birth rate. (The main purpose is to suppress the naturally weak ones like goblins and kobolds. Trolls, goatmen, tengu, and bugbears will definitely not be suppressed. Instead, they will promote fertility—the more, the better.)
Instead of suppressing the rate of childbirth, it is better to package it up and let other dragons raise and bear the burden.
By the way, you can also collect some "employment money."
Lyanna blinked, "….Oh…" she trailed off, looking a little lost. She let go of her breasts and looked at him a little befuddled. Faced with my remarks, she hesitated, frowned, and said, "I don't have any upper-tier spells."
"I know you don't have it, but when you invade the Albit Kingdom, don't you have a chance to get it? If you really can't get it, you can use mid-tier spells or even other valuable items," I grinned.
Lyanna took a deep look at me, thought about it, found that it was not a bad idea, and finally nodded slightly.
"That wouldn't be that bad."
Dragons attach great importance to their own treasures and do not allow others to peek at them. However, if they just cooperate to obtain others' treasures, they will unite and divide them. Of course, if no contract is signed, a chromatic dragon will often turn against its companions when obtaining treasure and try to monopolize it all.
Lyanna's thinking is that since she doesn't learn magic, it's still worthwhile to trade things that are useless to her in exchange for an army of cannon fodder with acceptable strength. Not just for conquering but also for management.
Although Lyanna looks down on this kind of cannon fodder army, she also knows that with this army of 30,000 dependents, her own security will be improved to a higher level after she invades the kingdom, and more treasures can be harvested for her. It's even possible that she can directly occupy part of human cities, enslave thousands of humans, and establish her own dragon kingdom.
"Great, let's sign the contract." I was overjoyed. Although my best plan failed, the current deal is enough.
Now, I am a high ninth-level mage. I am not far from becoming a high-level spell caster. It will not take too long to break through. However, there is only one high-tier spell now, which is a fire attribute attack spell, which is not suitable for me currently. Learning it will not improve my strength much, so I urgently need to obtain other high-tier spells.
My dragon scale flew out and engraved the contents of the contract with my mental power. After everything was settled, Lyanna would confirm it.
Lyanna looked at the contents of the contract carefully and found that the meaning of the contract was simple and clear, and there were no strange special patterns. She nodded with satisfaction, and her mental power turned into an invisible pen and signed her real name and code name.
The dragon only needs to intercept part of its real name to make a contract, which can effectively prevent the entire real name from being used by interested parties after it is exposed.
The contract was concluded successfully.
"Tonight, 30,000 troops will arrive here." After seeing that the contract was successfully concluded, I was also very straightforward.
Lyanna nodded slightly and looked at me as if it was time for me to leave.
Before I left, I glanced at the wild dwarf spellcaster standing dumbly under the water, and doubts flashed in my mind.
Compared with the powerful master spellcaster Slytherin that I first met, this 'Slytherin' was much weaker.
"You know you're messed up in this regard," I said while pointing at the Wild Dwarf, as I totally got what she did to him. "Using an enslavement spell and then 'accidentally' destroying the brain?" My guess came out of my mouth.
But Lyanna doesn't seem to have learned magic either.
Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway. He was just a master spellcaster whose strength had been reduced by half, and there was basically no threat from him.
I left the place.
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Under Lyanna's gaze, he stepped into the light door and teleported away.
It was only then that Lyanna breathed a sigh of relief.
The last time I felt so stressed was decades ago when I faced off against the Centaur King Mohandersen. It was a battle, but Lyanna at that time was far from a match for Mohandersen. It was just that Lyanna was flying thousands of times. It was just a few mouthfuls of dragon breath from a meter high in the sky.
It's not that you won't go down, but that you will die if you go down.
At that time, she had just reached adulthood, her biological order had reached the 15th Order, and she had not yet mastered the spiritual profession "Mountain Believer." If she really went into close combat, she would probably not survive ten rounds in the hands of Mohandersen. At that time, Mohandersen had already reached level 19, and the hurricane knight profession he practiced was very suitable for him, and he could exert terrifying speed and destructive power.
A huge sword slash can cut down a hill. If an attack of this magnitude had fallen on Lyanna, half her life would have been lost in one blow.
"Barbatos, my s—" Lyanna's words trailed off as a flicker of thought crossed her eyes. His bold declaration about making her his echoed in her mind, a sentiment she had dismissed earlier. But now, recalling the way he spoke, she couldn't ignore the fire behind his words—his unwavering confidence, the raw power in his gaze, and the sheer atrocity that seemed to radiate from him. It wasn't just arrogance; it was the certainty of someone destined to dominate, to claim what is his. There was something undeniable in that—something she found herself drawn to, though she would never admit it. Not yet.
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At Night.
The army of 30,000 Dragon Nest family members traveled thousands of kilometers and arrived near the Rotting Swamp.
When Lyanna flew out of the dragon's nest and saw this scene in the forest, she was stunned.
Under the light of the full moon, the dark forest seemed to be covered with a light silver gauze.
At a single glance, the vast army of monster warriors stretched across the field, their sheer numbers overwhelming. Each stood towering at over two meters, their bodies rippling with muscle, clad in a variety of armors tailored to their individual professions. The weapons they wielded ranged widely—swords, axes, maces, but every one of them, regardless of role, bore a bow or crossbow strapped across their backs, accompanied by a set of daggers, even the magic casters. What bound them together, beyond their varied armaments, was the fire in their eyes—a fervent hunger for battle. Their gazes burned with excitement and ruthless anticipation, knowing full well they were not just soldiers, but warriors of destiny, serving the one true consort of their master: the Queen of Darkness. Their bloodlust was palpable, an eager thirst to spill blood in the name of their master and his dark queen.
As the black dragoness soared overhead, her massive wings casting an ominous shadow that blotted out both sky and sun, the entire legion of monster warriors fell to their knees in perfect unison, their reverence palpable.
"Great Queen of Darkness, your wings darken the heavens, and your breath leaves the earth in ruins. You are the consort of our master, the one who stands beside him in power, guiding us with his might and your reign."
The roar of tens of thousands pledging their loyalty echoed through the air like a thunderstorm, their voices a symphony of awe and fear. The sheer magnitude of the moment, the devotion of such a formidable force, stirred something deep within Lyanna. What had started as a cold, indifferent mood now simmered with excitement. She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride—this display of absolute loyalty and power was intoxicating. As she was quite intrigued to know who had spread the word that she was the consort of her own son, in that intoxicating moment, she chose to ignore it. With a playful, prideful tone and a growing heat coursing through her body, she reveled in the moment, savoring the power and letting the lustful energy ripple through her. Perhaps this kind of scene suited her quite well after all.
'Perhaps I can cultivate an army of my own in the future. It wouldn't take much effort,' Lyanna mused, a wicked glint in her eyes as she considered the possibilities.
Meanwhile, across the field, the troll Gray stood with his ragtag band of sparse monsters. His gaze fixated on the imposing 30,000-strong army before him, his eyes wide with disbelief. He cast a glance behind him—his own 'troops' were a sad sight to behold. Trolls absentmindedly picked their noses, goblins chased after snakes and insects, and kobolds bickered loudly; none of them were equipped with armor, their weapons little more than warped sticks and rusted scraps of iron. A pathetic gathering of misfits, they were little more than a collection of crooked melons and cracked dates—a sorry sight next to the disciplined force standing before them.
"Onward! Let us lay waste to the kingdom and claim its treasures—for the Queen of Darkness!" Lyanna's voice rang out, brimming with exhilaration as the words spilled from her lips. The ground trembled beneath her, and the sky itself seemed to quiver as the thunderous roar of her black dragon filled the air. With wings unfurled, the beast soared high, casting a shadow over the earth as Lyanna led her monstrous army forward, an unstoppable tide of power. Their destination: the southeast, where glory and plunder awaited in the name of her reign.
The centaur horde was already nearing the border of the wilderness plains, and Lyanna knew she couldn't afford to lag behind. If she did, she'd miss the chance to claim her share of the spoils.
With the 30,000 monstrous warriors gifted by her 'Beloved Son,' 'Barbatos,' along with the additional forces rallied from the Dark Dragon's Nest, her army now numbered over 36,000—a fearsome and unstoppable force. They moved like a dark wave across the land, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake.
Everywhere the monstrous army marched, life itself seemed to wither and die, the land stripped bare in their passing.
And just three hours before Lyanna's command to march from the Dark Dragon's Lair, the great campaign had already begun, her forces pressing forward in a mighty advance.
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In the Dragon Nest of Mountain Stream, the leader of the wild clan, Jackal Brain, also led an army of 10,000 monsters to rush out of the Dragon Nest territory and head toward the south.
Among the army of ten thousand monsters were:
Five hundred wolf riders of the gnolls.
Five hundred troll warriors of various types, led by Mundo.
One thousand total goat warriors, bugbear warriors, teng, and half-beast assassins fighting in small groups.
Four thousand kobold warriors led by Sky Sin, the second leader of the Black Blood Clan.
Four thousand Goblin warriors led by the eldest Goblin, Guli, of the Green Forest Clan.
Thirty-six harpy dragon-born maids who actively applied to supervise the battle; the leader of the harpies is named Ava Blackfeather, the queen of Harpies under the Black Dragon King.
This monster army is elite, with more than 3,000 warriors reaching 5th order and above. Of course, most of them are only 5th or 6th order, at the bottom of the intermediate-level professions.
The strength of the five commanders is not weak either.
The most powerful one is the leader of the entire army, Brian Wild, the leader of the jackals, who has reached level 14. Next is the troll leader Mundo Bonescrusher, of the 12th order. Next is the harpy Ava Blackfeather, of the 10th order, with their own professions each being no lower than 7th level.
The second leader of the kobolds, Sky Sin Black Blood, and the new Goblin genius Guli Greenson, both are at the peak of the 9th order and are on the verge of breaking through to the advanced level.
In addition, there are also many elite monster squad leaders who have reached the 7th, 8th, or even 9th order. They are basically monsters that have followed me from the very beginning. They have survived battles and territory expansions time and time again and are quite experienced in combat.
This time, the goal of this Ten Thousand Dragon Nest army is to cooperate with the Sieglinde family to occupy the southern area of the wilderness plain.
The centaur army sent troops to the northeast. Their goal was to penetrate deep into the wilderness plains, cut off the connection between the southern part of the kingdom and the wilderness plains, and even invade the southern territory of the kingdom. Therefore, before the Centaur goal was achieved, the wilderness plains close to the south would not be taken care of (that is, the wasteland territory occupied by the nobles of the Principality of Kass) for the time being, as they do not have the energy and strength to conduct a two-front battle.
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The night breeze was cool.
In the wasteland, the first ray of sunlight in the morning had not yet hit the earth.
In the small town of Victor, the serfs belonging to Baron Victor had begun to get busy.
They were wearing shabby linen clothes and doing various tasks with numb eyes: feeding horses, grinding feed, tending livestock, watering, and deworming vegetable fields.
Whether it is a principality or a kingdom, there are slaves in the system implemented. Among these slaves, serfs and mining slaves had the lowest value. Among them, serfs are mostly humans, as they do relatively fine work, while mining slaves are mostly aliens because aliens can do hard work, dirty work, dangerous work, and are cheaper; the most common among them are kobolds. There are also goblins, bugbears, and taurens.
Above the slaves are the common people. Civilians have their own property, and their right to life is guaranteed. Well, at least the nobles have to pay compensation if they kill civilians, but they can do whatever they want with their slaves, whether they kill or torture them.
Above the common people are professionals without nobles. These professionals can be mercenaries, adventurers, city guards, soldiers in the army, guards of noble lords, and tutors and teachers of noble children.
Above that, there is the nobility.
The Pretender Gods of Men, false deities who claim authority but possess no true power among the celestial ranks.