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"Haha, brother knows that you want to get your beloved weapon back as soon as possible, but without this legendary sword, there is no way to deal with the Black Dragon Lord. After this battle, 'Thirst for Blood' will naturally return safely into your hands," Victor said with a smile.
The Orc Sword Master looked at Victor's sincere smile and felt certain in his heart.
With the 'Thirst for Blood' out of his hands, his strength was greatly reduced. In such an unstable situation, he must have felt a little uneasy.
This is why he was successfully persuaded by Victor to participate in the war with Black Wing Lair, because he was eager to end the war as soon as possible for Victor and get his weapon back.
"Then it's agreed. When will the war start?" Taylor nodded and asked impatiently.
"It's coming, it's coming, don't be so impatient. The Royal Court suffered a lot last time, and its momentum has not recovered yet. It still needs some time to buffer. I have to be responsible for my clan members," Victor said, squinting his eyes.
"Yes." Taylor nodded slightly, a little embarrassed, feeling that he was indeed a little impatient.
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A few days later.
Coincidentally, it was another thunderstorm.
At the northern border of the wasteland, the Barbarian King Victor and the Orc Sword Master Taylor were flying over the Royal Court's army. They raised their heads and looked at the dark sky with flashes of thunder from time to time, their eyes inexplicable.
Previously, in the same thunderstorm weather, the Barbarian Royal Court returned with a disastrous defeat.
The result this time was different.
There was a sneer on Victor's lips.
Maybe he should also thank the Black Dragon Lord; otherwise, how would he have such a good opportunity to deal with the Orc Sword Master?
Victor glanced at the Orc Sword Master flying next to him and couldn't help feeling pity for this guy.
As time progressed, under the gloomy sky, two dark legions looked at each other from a distance.
The vast majority of the Barbarian Legion marched in full suits of blackened heavy armor, a fearsome sight of uniform power. The Black Wing Familia, however, took their devotion to another extreme — they were utterly obsessed with blackening every aspect of their lives in homage to their lord. Their homes, their weapons, their clothing, even their very faces were altered to reflect his image. Each act an imitation of their god's visage and will. Every act, every breath they took was a desperate imitation of his divine form.
Even in terms of shade of color, they always try to be as close as possible to the master!
A hundred-meter towering white light giant door emerged in mid-air, and a huge black dragon stepped out of it. From this moment on, the vast dragon's might begin to sweep away the hearts of millions of lives in the wasteland, casting a thick layer of haze, fear, and despair on their hearts, trembling, and countless negative emotions began to surface.
Just a dragon's might reduced the momentum of the barbarian's million-strong army by three points. Once the momentum was weak, naturally the strength that could be exerted could not be exerted 100%.
On the contrary, after seeing the arrival of the Black Dragon Lord, the Black Winged Families became extremely fanatical and wished they could shed their blood for the Black Dragon Lord right now.
However, the Barbarian Royal Court does not have any way to deal with the Black Dragon Lord's dragons might.
Behind the barbarian army, two strong magical auras were seen passing through the entire barbarian army. The aura quickly calmed down the barbarian warriors, woolly blue rhinos, snow wolves, and other war monsters.
[Seventh Tier Spell - Negative Effect Removal]
[Sixth Tier Spell - Soul Soothing]
[Fourth Tier - Lion's Heart]
After three spells on mass cast, the negative impact of the Black Dragon Lord was basically reduced to a minimum.
Seeing this, I, who was high in the sky, didn't care.
If I really go all out, I can also consume a lot of magic power to enhance the effect of dragon might and activate the other two domain attacks, even in higher density than the last time, but this war is not about competing with these armies.
I looked at the orcs appearing next to the Barbarian King.
The green-skinned orc is three meters tall, half a head taller than the Barbarian King, and has tangled muscles all over his body. Well, he is 70% or 80% similar to the hobgoblins of Black Wing Lair.
"This muscle and this size are indeed destined to become my servant," I thought with satisfaction.
In my eyes, the moment the orc sword master appeared, the outcome of the matter was already doomed.
But having said that, I still have to be careful with that insidious guy from the Barbarian King. I can be sure that this guy will never let things go his way so easily, and he will definitely make some manipulations.
It is even less possible for him to obediently give the legendary sword to me afterward.
The Barbarian King is not a fool.
With the legendary sword in hand, he can fight with me. If he can't fight, he can run away and negotiate. Without the power of the legendary sword, his life may not be saved.
Therefore, anyone with normal thinking would not be able to hand it over.
I thought calmly, watching the Barbarian King on the other side raise his sword high and let out a roar to start the war. I also indifferently let out a dragon's roar as low as thunder.
Below, two black torrents activated instantly, roaring and rushing toward each other.
The distance shortened crazily, and suddenly, the two sides collided.
Blood and screams, broken bones and corpses.
The barbarian war, monsters were roaring and going crazy, and the muscle monsters of the Black Wings sneered and stepped forward to show them what strength is and what muscle is!
"Roar!"
A dull dragon roar sound from deep in the earth.
A giant rock dragon that was more than fifty meters in size 'jumped' out of the ground like a big fish in the deep sea. Even if it didn't intentionally cause killing, it still crushed dozens of barbarian warriors to death unintentionally.
The moment Rock Dragon Puck appeared, the orc swordmaster found the target he wanted to deal with and fell from the sky. He raised the crimson sword in his hand and slashed down with a 100-meter bloody sword light.
[Red Blade: Thirst for Blood: Top replica version.]
This is the backup weapon of the Orc Sword Master. Although it cannot enhance his strength, it can at least prevent his weapon from being damaged in battle.
Top-level weapons, master-level weapons are basically indestructible, and generally require legendary power to be damaged. However, after the legendary power is added to the weapon, under normal circumstances, it is enough to support fierce battles between ordinary legendary powerhouses.
After Puck and the orc swordmaster started fighting fiercely, in the sky, I, and the Barbarian King Victor looked at each other, said nothing, and started fighting without killing intent.
However, even though it is an act, the acting must be done in full. The orc swordmaster who is fighting below is not blind, and will also use his senses to pay attention to the battle between the Black Dragon Lord and Victor.
If you act too much, people will naturally feel that something is wrong.
Therefore, the battle between me and the Barbarian King was also extremely fierce.
Thick thunder, ice, and magic flames formed a condensed attack that exploded ten thousand meters in the air, blasting away the gloomy clouds. The sky and earth became colorful and dazzling.
If you ignore the terrifying energy contained in it, then this can be regarded as a visual feast to the eyes.
After a while, when the fight was almost over, Victor and I looked at each other.
The next moment, my huge dragon body disappeared into the sky ten thousand meters high. When I reappeared, I was already behind the orc sword master.
The orc sword master, with keen senses, was so frightened that his whole body was numb, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid—
Boom!
The black dragon claw, which was bigger than a house, directly knocked the orc sword master into the ground and then dug him out from the ground.
Hundreds of tons of soil flew all over the sky, and the black dragon released the eight-tier spell I had prepared — Enslave Souls — to forcibly enslave the opponent.
The entry-level Enslave Souls can only enslave three living beings, and I had already used up three slots before.
But they naturally became free after use.
I directly lifted the enslavement of the fallen evil giant Nurraf.
The evil giant, who had been relieved of the enslavement effect, did not immediately resist me, because this guy still had a family contract given by me.
The compulsion of soul slavery is more terrifying, and it can also affect the thinking of living creatures to a certain extent. Although the dependent contract can also control life and death, the effect is not as overbearing as soul slavery.
But the evil giant Nurraf had seen the horror of the Black Dragon Lord, so as long as his head was still clear for the time being, he would not seek death.
Enslaving the soul requires a judgment of the spell effect. Essentially, the soul must be more powerful than the enslaved person in order to successfully cast the spell.
At this point, I was still confident. After all, the target was only at the first level of legend.
Sure enough, the orc sword master finally calmed down after struggling for a while.
"Taylor Red Blade, I have met the master," the orc sword master said respectfully in his heart.
After I succeeded in enslaving him, I told him not to reveal his enslaved identity.
Immediately afterwards, the thick blood-red sword light suddenly blasted away the black dragon claws, and I was caught off guard, allowing the orc sword master to escape.
At an altitude of ten thousand meters, Victor was about to crush a green crystal directly after the death of the orc sword master. Victor, who was already filled with joy, suddenly became excited when he saw the orc sword master suddenly break through the Black Dragon Lord's claws and escape from it. He became stunned, and then his face became gloomy and ugly.
"Lord Black Dragon, what are you doing? Don't you want this legendary sword?!" Victor held back his anger and asked the Black Dragon Lord via voice transmission.
Listening to the voice in my ears, I turned my head, and with a flash of my dragon body, I came to the sky and faced the Barbarian King.
"I also want to ask what you mean. This orc sword master is not of simple first-level strength. This guy hid his strength, which is why I missed it!" I said angrily.
Victor couldn't deal with it now.
He couldn't believe it. How could it be possible?
Could it be that the orc sword master, with a brain full of muscles, really hid his strength? Does he have this brain??
Seeing the very angry Black Dragon Lord, for a moment, Victor couldn't help but begin to wonder if it was really the orc sword master who was hiding his strength.
But soon he no longer thought about it deeply, because at this time, this matter was no longer that important.
The important thing was that the orc sword master Taylor was not dead, and his plan failed!
"Damn it!" Victor roared in his heart, filled with hatred.
Opposite him, I narrowed my eyes, looked at Victor with a malicious look on my face, and sneered,
"Are you ready to pay the price for teasing me?!"
"Black Dragon King, I don't know about this either..." Before Victor could finish speaking, a huge dragon claw attacked him.
"I don't need an explanation!!"
The Black Dragon roared and used all its strength. It no longer acted like before. It had power but no killing intent.
Since the departure of the orc sword master, the contract between the Black Dragon Lord and the Barbarian King had disappeared, so naturally, there was no so-called restriction.
Realizing that the Black Dragon Lord had murderous intentions, Victor's face darkened.
A fierce battle began between the two sides.
However, soon, what shocked Victor was that the Black Dragon Lord seemed to be a little stronger than before.
Originally, the Black Dragon Lord could suppress him and fight, but now Victor only felt that the pressure had become even greater.
"This Black Dragon has improved in a short period of time?!" Victor was shocked and felt that he was really unlucky.
For experts who have reached their level, the progress time span is measured in years or ten years, so Victor felt that he was unlucky.
After a fierce fight for a while, half of the energy in Victor's body was sucked away by the 'Thirst for Blood' sword, which made him feel the danger of death.
He could not continue to fight. If he continued to fight, his energy would be exhausted and he would be in the most dangerous situation. However, he could not run away, otherwise, the elite army of hundreds of thousands of barbarians below would definitely be left behind.
After realizing this, Victor gritted his teeth. A green crystal appeared in his hand and was crushed by him without hesitation.
With a buzzing sound, a huge green vortex suddenly appeared high in the sky.
I stopped my pursuit and looked at the green vortex that suddenly appeared indifferently.
Judging from its magic skills, this green vortex should be a teleportation spell released by a one-time teleportation item, or it can also be called a summoning spell.
I realized that the existence behind the green vortex was probably the Barbarian King's confidence.
Under the vigilant gaze of the Black Dragon Lord's red vertical pupils, from the swirling vortex, an intoxicating beauty emerged — an enchantress clad in a breathtaking dress woven from the rarest and most exotic plants, each leaf and petal caressing her curves like a lover's touch.
A regal crown of twisted vines and blossoms rested atop her head, declaring her the undisputed queen of nature, and around her radiated a potent aura that made the very air feel heavy with power and desire.
Her skin was a luscious, flawless forest green, glowing softly under the light, while her eyes — all green, sclera and irises alike — shimmered with a dangerous, predatory allure. Her lips were full and ripe, painted in a deep, provocative shade that promised both poison and pleasure.
Long, flowing crimson hair framed her face and cascaded down her back like a river of molten silk, barely moving even in the magic-charged air. Fine leaves and delicate vines crept along her flawless figure, wrapping around her thighs, hips, and shoulders with a teasing intimacy, hinting at the untamed power coiled within her.
She was temptation made flesh, every sway of her hips, every slow, languid movement dripping with sinful grace.
A legendary second-level powerhouse.
"Prairie Elf?" I narrowed my eyes and revealed the identity of the Queen who came here.
This was the first time I laid eyes on her. In fact, lookin at her closely again, she looked eerily similar to a character I knew all too well from my past life — Poison Ivy. Another copycat. With her appearance, she was easily the fifth or sixth person I'd encountered across this world who seemed ripped straight from the pages of my old memories.
"Evil Black Dragon." After seeing the Black Dragon Lord, the prairie elf queen's eyes narrowed.
Alright.
After I saw the expression on the prairie elf queen's face, I knew what was going to happen next.
Otherwise, grassland elves are a closely related subspecies of forest elves. They are both from the good camp and are different from the frost elves of the neutral camp.
Simply put, the real Holy Mother.
The kind of Virgin who can sacrifice her own interests and even her own life in order to eliminate evil.
"Queen Eliza, I'm begging you this time to kill this evil black dragon with me," Victor said solemnly.
Eliza did not immediately turn her gaze toward Victor. Instead, she dipped her head slightly, her emerald eyes reflecting the brutal storm of battle raging beneath the blackened sky.
The world below was a maelstrom of chaos—blood drenched the earth, corpses lay strewn like broken dolls, entrails glistened in the tainted sunlight. The air was thick with the heavy, metallic stench of spilled life, rising in choking waves to the heavens themselves. A deep frown marred the Queen's exquisite features, her heart weighed by the carnage before her.
And then, without a word, a green halo, soft and vibrant, blossomed around Eliza's slender form. The radiant aura expanded outward like the first breath of spring after an endless winter, descending slowly upon the ravaged wasteland.
As the verdant light kissed the broken soil, a miracle unfolded.
From the death-soaked earth, countless flowers, vines, and towering plants erupted with almost desperate vitality. Glittering with ethereal light, the vegetation surged forward, wrapping itself around the combatants—barbarian hordes, monstrous beasts of war, and the savage Black-Winged Familia alike.
I, poised moments before to intervene—ready to activate my abilities and drag Eliza into the Reincarnation Space—froze mid-gesture, an odd expression flickering across my face.
This girl in the flowing green gown... Was she truly exhausting such colossal energy merely to stop the war?
Below, a writhing mass of over a million bodies—barbarians, black-winged descendants, monsters—now struggled in confusion as delicate-looking vines tightened around their limbs. But it was not brutish force that held them—it was perfect, exquisite control. Every vine calibrated in strength: thicker, reinforced cords for the titans among them, softer, supple tendrils for the weak.
Had the bindings been mismatched—if the strong had been shackled by the weak—they would have burst free, spreading fresh blood in their wake. Had the fragile been caught in bonds too mighty, they would have been crushed to pulp. Yet in this terrifying and miraculous dance of power, Eliza balanced both effortlessly, without a single misstep.
It was a feat of such unimaginable precision that even I, a being with dominion over two aspects of nature, could only watch in silent awe.
To weaken herself deliberately, to spend her own strength to halt the tide of violence instead of fueling it—this act required not just technical mastery, but a heart of staggering resolve.
Amidst a battlefield meant for death, Eliza had chosen life.
A single bloom of jade green in a desert of crimson ruin, defying the inevitable like a lone star standing against the encroaching night.
The Barbarian King Victor on the side also fell silent when he saw this scene.
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