The bloodstained executioner’s expression was extremely twisted, she’d never fought such a suffocating battle.
The enemy was in the sky, she was on the ground.
No way at all.
If she’d known back then, she would have learned a few more Remote Magic arts, she was adept in Swordsmanship, alchemy, poison crafting, stealth, also mastering Recovery Magic spells, and was an elite in close combat, yet she was powerless before a flying dragon.
Thud.
An arrow hit her knee, and as her Mana gradually depleted, the bloodstained executioner knelt down on one knee in despair, seemingly losing any thought of resisting, closing her eyes and waiting for death’s arrival.
A piercing chill struck.
The anticipated death did not come; the severely weakened bloodstained executioner opened her eyes, and in the next second, let out a shrill scream.
The Giant Dragon broke her right arm, while Monster Hunter Duncan swung the sword to sever her left arm.
Blood gushed.
He decided to heed the advice from the dragon’s inherited memory.
First, chop the enemy into a human stick.
Monster Hunter Duncan, with a blank expression, chopped off the female dark elf’s arms, while the juvenile dragon’s claw lifted and crushed the enemy’s legs in a piercing scream that echoed across the sky, simultaneously spraying cold air to freeze the wounds.
Even so, the enemy before them didn’t die yet, the dying scarlet executioner was captured by the dragon’s claw.
The juvenile dragon picked her up and flew towards the Ancient Catman Tribe.
Dragon Stone Altar.
The silhouette of the juvenile dragon slowly descended, and the summoned Monster Hunter had already disappeared, while the severely injured and dying catman priest lay on the ground, seemingly breathing his last.
——Ancient Catman Tribe (Vassal) (Population 72).
Everywhere lay the corpses of fallen catmen, most having died at the hands of the dark elves’ hidden bow attacks.
The juvenile dragon used its claw to cut open its skin, pouring drops of dragon blood into the catman priest’s mouth. Whether he survived depended a bit on luck; he could only strengthen and activate the catman priest’s sub-dragon bloodline.
Bang.
The scarlet executioner, already with his arms severed and legs broken, was thrown to the ground.
The juvenile dragon spoke for the first time, using very unpracticed beast language to say: "Lock her up... don’t let her die..."
——Language Proficiency [Special Ability]: Dragons can swiftly master all known languages, and as time passes, their learning efficiency explodes, allowing them to soon speak fluently. When communicating with creatures without language, this ability can transform into temporary telepathy by consuming mana.
(Language is the beginning of civilization and knowledge.)
The surrounding catmen were surprised but quickly complied with the dragon lord’s command.
Meanwhile.
The severely injured and dying catman priest slowly opened his eyes; the dragon’s blood hadn’t healed his injuries, but after drinking it, his once exhausted mana pool trembled, then there was a surge of magic power, and the nearly depleted mana pool suddenly rose a notch.
——Weak Healing Technique.
This close-to-death catman priest, with trembling fingers, cast a spell on himself, and the wound gradually healed, forcibly pulling him back from the brink of death.
Dragon Blood!
The dragon’s magic power!
The elder catman priest was still seriously injured, but his mana pool had recovered significantly. He struggled to get up, then, with the support of a catman hunter, raised his hand to cast another healing spell.
The target, however, was not himself but the equally wounded and blood-soaked juvenile dragon before him.
The clan’s loyalty!
At this moment, even Duncan was slightly moved.
The juvenile dragon gently lifted its dragon claw, a deep voice sounding: "No need."
"These injuries are nothing to me."
"Heal yourself first."
The juvenile dragon had engraved regenerative powers, capable of surviving even near death, and Duncan never fought battles he wasn’t confident in. These injuries would heal completely with a proper meal, at most in a day or two.
The catman priest nodded with difficulty and cast another spell on himself.
He knew a few healing spells, but they were very basic.
Basic is okay.
As long as it saves.
The catman priest likely performed a lower-level healing spell, incomparable to that of the scarlet executioner, casting it on himself five or six times just to barely stand and move.
At this time, the elder catman priest said solemnly: "Stop the dark elf from bleeding."
"Lock her up."
"Don’t let her die."
"I’ll personally interrogate her later!"
In such primitive tribes, the importance of a priest cannot be overstated. When other catmen were thrown into chaos, he immediately calmed the crowd, also remembering the task Duncan had entrusted.
The catman priest’s sorrowful gaze swept over the fallen hunters nearby, and he quietly said: "Bury our clansmen."
"Set up sentries."
"Have other hunters remain on alert at all times."
To ensure the scarlet executioner wouldn’t die, he also performed a weak healing spell on the enemy. The interrogation to follow would be extensive; dark elves were known for their toughness and brutality, and without extremely harsh torture, she wouldn’t speak.
The juvenile dragon spoke then, with a deep voice: "Relocate the tribe to below the Dragon’s Nest."
The only survivor had been captured.
They should have time to respond; staying here wasn’t safe for the Catman Tribe, so the elders and children should be moved to the flatlands below the Dragon’s Nest.
After speaking, the juvenile dragon rose into the air.
The gains from this battle weren’t small; Duncan needed to contemplate and digest them, and also await the catman priest’s interrogation results.
The expansion of the Dark Elf Empire wouldn’t stop easily.
If they couldn’t hold out.
They would also have to retreat to the Polar Glacier like the Frost Giant tribe, but thinking of that Frost Giant tribe, Duncan immediately had an idea.
"Collect the dark elf corpses; I’ll have use for them later."
Ancient Oriental Proverb.
The enemy of my enemy is my ally.
It’s uncertain whether that Frost Giant tribe could be approached for communication; the Dark Elf Empire’s quest to conquer the continent would definitely squeeze the living space of other races. Duncan’s primary goal now was to secure his own territory; the Catman Tribe’s numbers alone weren’t enough.
But the dragon had an advantage; they were born monster lords!
Theoretically, if a dragon was powerful enough, the monsters within its territory would gradually submit.
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