"Although, in the following time, they found that apart from the benefits of a much stronger appetite and an increase in physical fitness, they did not experience any side effects. They still felt that the Siglinde family must have poisoned the blood or employed other covert means of control.
But what if they later realized that the dragon blood had no side effects?
By then, it would be too late, and the territories would no longer be the exclusive domains of these nobles. The Siglinde family was no longer the emerging viscount family it had been six years ago.
In the current Siglinde family, the patriarch Roy was not only a high-level mage, but also had come from behind in terms of biological order, breaking through to a higher order. With a tenth-order creature, plus an eleventh-level spellcaster, he slashed with the sword in his left hand and muttered magic spells silently in his mouth, acting as a melee mage. He was extremely difficult to deal with, and professionals at level 12 or 13 might not be his equal.
In addition, Wilson, Roy's most talented son, had also recently become a senior warrior.
There were also many elders and core members of the family at level eight or nine. Perhaps in a few years, there would be a new group of high-level professionals in their family, all because of the Great Black Dragon King.
With a tenth-order creature, plus an eleventh-level spellcaster, he slashed with the sword in his left hand and muttered magic spells silently in his mouth. He directly acted as a melee mage. He was extremely difficult to deal with. Professionals at level 12 or 13 might not be his opponent.
In addition, Wilson, Roy's most talented son in the family, also recently became a senior warrior.
There are also many elders and core members of the family who are at level eight or nine. Perhaps in a few years, there will be a new group of high-level professionals in their family, all because of the Great Black Dragon King.
In addition to these core tribesmen, the Siglinde family also specially gave dragon blood to loyal guards and family dead men, transforming them into dragon-blooded warriors. The number of these dragon-blooded warriors is not large, only more than 300, but each one of them is at least fifth order.
One must know that there are only two intermediate professional corps in the Principality of Kass: one is the Redthorn Knights, and the other is the Grand Duke's Guards. The number of the former has only been barely raised to 1,000 in recent years (it was destroyed by a hurricane in the wasteland five years ago, when the Centaur Knights and Lyanna teamed up to defeat the disabled). The latter had even fewer numbers, only 800, and the two legions combined were only 1,800.
Comparing 1,000 to more than 300, the difference is five to six times. However, one was raised by Grand Duke Bauhinia from a principality with a population of tens of millions, while the Siglinde family spent less than six years selecting and training them from a population of only tens of thousands in their own territory. They are not the same basic base at all, and the resources they spent vary widely.
With the current strength of the Siglinde family, it is easy to obtain the position of Earl in the kingdom. Even if you have connections and the strength of the patriarch Roy is improved, you can barely have a master-level combat power, which is among the dukes. It is possible to obtain every bit.
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At the same time, at the border between the central and southern parts of the wasteland, two monster armies collided.
On the plain, Gray stared at the vast army of monsters opposite.
Why are these monster armies so familiar? Gray subconsciously glanced at the monster army he led behind him, then turned back and stared at the monster army opposite with his big eyes.
Boy, the style is literally carved from the same mold.
Gray hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, tentatively made an offensive move, and then quickly turned his head to look at the army of monsters behind him.
The monster army stared at their 'own' Commander Gray with big innocent eyes.
"Why not attack?" Gray asked angrily to the eldest brother, Deputy Commander Blin, next to him.
"We don't know. Maybe we think the older brother opposite looks very friendly and familiar, so we can't bear to do anything." Deputy Commander Blin, who was standing next to Gray, smiled and scratched the back of his head.
With a bang, the spiked mace weighing several tons hit the ground, creating a half-meter-deep depression.
Gray stared at each other with big copper bell eyes and the eldest brother, Deputy Commander Blin, looked at each other.
The troll, who was just over five meters tall, and the giant goblin, who was nearly four meters tall, were two muscular monsters standing in a stalemate. Opposite, across a small stream, the gnoll leader Blaine and an army of monsters were also watching the show.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Gray said in an increasingly dangerous tone as he bulged his savage fat muscles.
"Not afraid." Deputy Commander Blin, the eldest brother, shook his head with a serious expression.
"I'm a master, very strong!" Gray gasped from his nostrils, his two pairs of fangs turned out, as if he was about to explode at any time.
Unexpectedly, the deputy commander of Big Goblin didn't care about it at all. He turned around and shouted directly at the monster army behind him,
"It's time, why don't you go home for a great dinner! And enjoy some special time with some women?"
A group of monster warriors roared and ran away in the direction they came in, very fast and hurriedly.
At this time, Deputy Commander Goblin turned around again, stood up on tiptoes and patted the somewhat dull-looking Commander Gray on the shoulder, and said in a natural tone,
"Commander, would you like to go back and enjoy a meal? I've heard humans create mouthwatering dishes. Look, it's almost dark. We should also enjoy the night with some ladies. Don't you agree with me?"
Gray clenched the spiked mace, then slowly relaxed, then tightened again.
Deputy Commander Blin noticed Gray's hesitation and added, "Commander Gray, the Great Queen will not blame you. If you don't believe me, just smell my scent carefully and look at the lines on my arms."
Gray lowered his head slightly and looked at the black line on the muscular arm of the deputy commander of the eldest goblin. The black line was composed of fine black scales and extended from the wrist to the arm.
As a dragon-born troll, how could Gray fail to recognize this familiar dragon-like characteristic? Generally, those with a slightly stronger dragon vein power will have the characteristics of dragon transformation. There are large black dragon scales on its back and chest.
Although there are some similarities between the dragon vein aura exuding from Gray's body and the dragon vein aura exuding from the elder Goblin Commander, they are essentially different and come from different black dragon masters.
"You mean?" Gray pointed at the deputy commander of Big Goblin, and then pointed at the yawning Blaine and other monster warriors across the stream, his expression gradually becoming enlightened.
"Yes, you are right. So, although our respective masters are different, we are actually brothers from the same camp. How bad is it to fight and kill? How is there any reason for one's own family to fight one's own family?"
Gray nodded thoughtfully, and then in a daze, he was pulled away by Deputy Commander Blin. Two muscular monsters, one tall and one short, were standing shoulder to shoulder, casting long shadows under the setting sun.
The atmosphere is quite harmonious.
Across the stream, Blaine waved his hand with a bored expression when he saw this.
"Let's go back."
He brought an army of monsters here just for a show, and there's no way he can start a fight.
Of course, if the master troll leader is really out of his mind and cannot be persuaded, then he can still have a fight.
It's just a monster attack from two armies.
In this case, no matter how powerful the troll leader is, no matter how much he recovers from his injuries, he will probably die in the end.
It has no flying ability, no teleportation ability, and it is not fast. It is difficult to get out when it is surrounded by an army of monsters.
In fact, just the presence of Blaine, a fourteenth-level warg knight, together with five hundred intermediate warg knights, and the harassment of blood and energy from a distance can make Gray panic.
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In the middle of the wasteland, the Dark Dragon Castle.
"You came back so soon? Did you bring the treasure back?" Lyanna asked in surprise and confusion.
Gray shrank a little under the shadow of the black dragon. He held it in for a while before saying,
"Master, I didn't bring back any treasure."
The smile that had just risen on Lyanna Dragon's face gradually disappeared, and rage was brewing.
"Master, please listen to my explanation." Gray's forehead was sweating. The five-meter-tall muscular man acted like a child in front of the black dragon.
Lyanna looked at it coldly and said nothing.
"That's it, master. After I got your order, I led the army to the south of the wasteland, and then..." Gray described everything that happened this time. In fact, he felt quite aggrieved.
But facing two black dragons, one his master and the other the master's spouse, it would be difficult for him to deal with it, right?
Don't think he's really stupid. In the previous moment, if he didn't pretend to be stupid and actually started to act, could he come back intact?
"Lyanna did not correct Gray's misunderstanding. The expression on her dragon's face changed many times, and her dragon's teeth ground together, looking hateful, but she finally gave up.
"Get out."
Gray was granted amnesty and ran out of the Dragon Castle in a hurry.
As soon as he reached the gate of Dragon Castle, Lyanna's cold voice came from behind:
"Forget about venturing into the southern wastelands for now. Secure full control of the territory I've already claimed. Seize every coin, whether it's hidden in coffers, temples, or shrines, no matter which god they serve. Everything comes here."
"As you command!"
Gray stopped and responded respectfully before walking out of the Dragon Castle gate.
After walking out of the Dragon Castle, Gray came to the small town next to it. Noisy sounds came from the brightly lit tavern nearby. The deputy commander of the big goblins was sitting inside, along with some monster warriors. They were eating loudly, drinking fragrant wine, and biting into the barbecue in their hands. Their wild laughter could be heard up to a kilometer away.
How did these big guys get into the tavern, one might ask?
The answer is, of course: the door of the tavern was gone and had turned into a huge hole.
If it weren't for the height of this tavern, which is about five or six meters high, even the top would have been demolished by these muscular monsters.
Gray stopped, hesitated, and finally walked into the tavern.
With a bang, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and the hole that was originally four meters high now became more than five meters high. The tavern room trembled slightly, but the quality was obviously still good, and there were no cracks in the wall.
"Commander Gray? Come on, come on, come and drink and eat meat with us!" Deputy Commander Blin's eyes lit up when he saw Gray, and he quickly invited him to sit down.
Gray followed them and sat down on the ground. Before his butt could sit firmly, there was a wine barrel and a whole golden, crispy roasted lamb dripping with fat in his arms.
Half an hour later...
"Good brother, what's your name? I don't know your name yet." Gray, drinking strong wine, hugged the deputy commander, Blin, as he spoke.
"My name is Cuba." Cuba chuckled and drank wine furiously. The two big guys were drinking directly from wine barrels containing hundreds of kilograms as cups. The whole roasted lamb and pig were just like snacks. One bite was one-third, and even the bones were chewed and swallowed.
"Brother Cuba, you..." The high-end wine had taken effect. Although Gray was not drunk, he gradually let go of his arrogance and started chatting happily.
The two sides started chatting about the monsters they were hunting, to trivial matters about the tribe, and finally talked about the things they were most proud of.
"Brother Gray, did you know that the great Black Dragon King rewarded me with a halfling spellcaster slave before? You don't know, that one with thin skin and tender flesh, tsk tsk." Cuba squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and started to giggle.
Gray was immediately attracted by this topic.
The Black Dragon would actually reward his servant with such a precious spellcaster slave? It's incredible.
After chatting deeply about this, Gray's eyes grew wider and wider.
That halfling spellcaster slave was an eighth-level spellcaster?
Spellcasters of this level are far behind senior warriors in terms of strength, but in terms of status, they are not much different from ordinary senior warriors.
Although Gray has never been to the human country, he has encountered adventurers from time to time in the Dark Forest. Sometimes when he is bored, he learns information about the outside world through these adventurers, so he still has a basic outline of the outside world.
An eighth-level halfling spellcaster slave might not even enjoy the benefits of a human earl.
But...
"Halflings, I remember, are all dwarfs, right? How can the two of you... with your size?" Gray scratched his head, expressing that he didn't quite understand.
He imagined the scene in his mind, a muscular monster nearly four meters tall, with a halfling who was less than 1.23 meters tall. If it was a one-time deal, he could have understood, after all, he had his own fair share of adventures, but seeing how Cuba was speaking, he knew the halfling was still alive.
"You don't understand this. Spellcasters, you know, spellcasters. They know many magical spells, such as growing bigger and so on." Cuba chuckled, a little wickedly.
Gray was dumbfounded. Good guy, is this what spellcasters do?
But soon he had a new question. The halfling spellcaster could cast spells, so why didn't he resist? Why didn't he run away?
Based on this period of fighting together, Gray observed that Cuba had obviously not yet reached the advanced level, but his strength was not weak. He should be able to persist for a short time in front of first-time high-level professionals, and maybe he would be able to become a high-level professional soon.
But after all, he had not yet become a high-level professional. Faced with an eighth-level spellcaster who had relaxed his restrictions, and while they were still fighting together, wasn't he afraid his head would fall off during...?
Faced with this problem, Cuba shook his head with a proud look on his face.
"This is called conquest. After three years of development and education... it should be called that, right? I heard this from our leader Skye Black. He said that this is how the Black Dragon King made those dragon-born maids obedient. Now Ryze listens to me very well. By the way, Ryze is his name. In the past, when I came home from hunting, Ryze would even cook for me. It's a pity."
"What's a pity?"
"It's a pity that Ryze is a man and can't have children, alas." Cuba was a little regretful, but this regret did not last long, and he quickly cheered up again.
"But Ryze said that there is a spell called 'Gender Transformation' among the spells. As long as you learn this spell, you can change your gender and have children." Cuba looked forward to it.
Gray was silent.
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