Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 106: Testing! Lower-Rank Heroic Spirits

These cat-man heroes summoned through ritual spells are quite powerful!
It can be said that just by looking at their actions, you know that they must have been experienced hunters who had experienced hundreds of battles in their lifetime. The sacrificial heroes are all nameless units. They should be warriors who died gloriously in battle but did not leave their names. Duncan is more inclined to believe that they were the kind of nameless people who had no legendary degree in their lifetime and were sacrificed by the cat tribe after their death.

Cook is a bit complicated.

His figure pounced out like a cheetah, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed in an instant. The next second, there was a scream from the Northern Bear Man, and a huge bear paw was chopped off on the spot.

Most of the catmen are one-star or two-star units, but the summoned heroes are at least three-star blanks.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly turned around.

A well-known legendary hunter killed a burly and fat northern bear man as soon as he joined the battle, and there was no blood at all on the parts of his body that were injured by the enemy.

These are not living people!
The northern bears didn't seem to expect the enemy to be able to summon ancestral spirits. One of the larger leaders said in a strange growl, "Go kill that priest!" (Bear language)
"Disrupt their rituals."

Three burly bear men pounced forward like polar bears.

One of the high-level cat-men hunters stood in front, seriously injured an enemy, and then was torn into pieces, with limbs scattered all over the sky. There was still no blood, but the body of the sacrificial hero began to dissipate, and the faint light of one of the altars dimmed.

This spell is quite powerful.

The fierce battle reached a stalemate. Over a dozen of the Catmen tribe had been killed or wounded, with one Heroic Spirit dead and another critically injured. Only the Legend Stalker, Cook, still had some fighting power. However, the Northland Bearmen on the other side were not much better off, suffering heavy casualties. If the battle continued, the majority of the tribe's warriors would likely be killed or wounded.

But after being beaten into such a horrible state, no one could stop.

The cold north is a monster zone.

All the monsters that couldn't compete for territory were driven here. While they were individually powerful and ferocious, they were no match for the pioneering elven nobles. Every piece of territory here was held by the last remaining tribe. The losers either migrated to the colder and more desolate ice fields or became food for the victors.

There is not enough food.

There is no room for two beast tribes here. Sooner or later, one of them will be eliminated.

The young dragon's figure flew past.

At this time, Duncan has locked on a target. He personally prefers to help the cat people because their civilization is close to primitive society, while the hostile bear people are almost like beasts.

——A fierce dive!
The young dragon swooped down from the sky like a fighter jet. The wind and snow made it not so easy to be discovered. By the time the whistling sound was heard, it had already locked onto the target and rushed down.

In an instant, the bear leader wanted to fly and avoid it.

But it was still a little slow, and the sharp dragon claws almost ripped it open. Hot blood and intestines gushed out all at once, and its screams echoed throughout the battlefield.

"dragon!?"

"Why is there a dragon here?!"

Even though he was still a young dragon, Duncan's appearance still made all the creatures nearby show a trace of fear. The instinctive intimidation engraved in his genes was something that even the monsters in the north could not resist.

Roar!
The dragon's roar stirred the wind of magic.

In an instant.

The wind and snow in the sky were like a whirlpool. With the roar of a dragon, the cold air swept through the frost, freezing the area in front of it with a diameter of about one meter and a length of four or five meters into ice crystal-like frost mist. As for the Northland Bearman who was about to launch an attack in front, his burly figure was actually shaken back more than one meter away.

This is not just pure frost magic.

The dragon language roared by the young dragon was like an air cannon. While the magical wind turned into a cold current, it also generated a strong thrust.

"Dragon's roar!..." The cat-man priest looked terrified.

With the young dragon as the center, countless frost and snow flew within a five-meter radius. Even the snow under its feet was cleared to form a circle of lines like a shock wave. It was not until the dragon's roar stopped that the snowflakes that were shaken off floated down.

At this moment, the young dragon had already pounced out and tore a bear man's face into pieces with one claw.

The miserable look was almost as if five daggers were slashing across his cheek at the same time.

"The power of the dragon's roar has increased?"

Duncan controlled the second human body to quickly fly into the air, launched a sneak attack and ran away, but he was still a little slow. An enemy threw a simple short spear, which hit the young dragon's back heavily, making a crisp metal collision sound.

It is difficult to break dragon scales with this kind of inferior iron weapon, and all it will cause is bruises.

But the enemy was too strong.

The young dragon staggered a little, and soon flew hundreds of meters into the air, completely out of the enemy's attack range.

"That dragon is helping us!..." a cat hunter muttered to himself.

As soon as Duncan made a move, the outcome was decided.

However, he did not stay, because these cat people did not change into green-marked units because of his help, but still maintained the neutral yellow, and a small number of units still had light red hostile marks.

After all, it is a dragon, so we must be on guard against others.

Duncan was afraid that if he continued to fight, the cat people would turn against him and attack him. Not all creatures could resist the temptation of dragons.

A young dragon is a huge treasure in itself.

Even a dragon's carcass—its claws, fangs, bones, hide, blood, and so on—held immense value in this era. Duncan controlled the young dragon to gradually escape from the battlefield, but it didn't fly far away, instead hovering in mid-air.

The northern bear people were quickly defeated.

Duncan wanted to give chase, but after checking his stamina bar, he decided against it. The young dragon hadn't yet fully developed, and its stamina bar wasn't even half the size of Human One's. The previous hunt had already consumed a lot of his stamina, and the continuous flying and fighting only left about a third of it, so he needed time to slowly recover.

On the battlefield, the cat-people tribe looked at the young dragon circling in the sky with trembling eyes.

A cat-man hunter stepped forward and said to the elderly priest, "What does the dragon want to do?"

“Why doesn’t it move?”

The old cat-man priest was also observing the young dragon circling in the air. He looked at the corpses nearby, pondered for a moment, and said, "Take out all the food we have stored."

The people around him hesitated slightly, and a cat warrior whispered, "That's our last rations."

A hint of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the old cat-man priest. He looked at the corpse of the bear-man not far away and said in a low voice, "Isn't there food over there?"

"go."

"Take out all the stored meat, especially the rich venison and fish."

The surviving cat warriors began to do as they were told.

The old priest's meaning was simple: feed the dragon with the tribe's meat. If they ran out of food in the future, they could just eat the corpses of these northern bear people.

"what are they doing?"

Duncan just stopped to observe, and when he saw the cat hunter carrying out a pile of frozen meat, he immediately understood what the other party meant.

also.

Just think of it as protection money.

Duncan doesn't lack this meal, but he lacks a meal as the beginning of contact.

A dozen or so cat-men warriors placed a small pile of meat on the distant hillside, where the young dragon could take off at will, and then they retreated, leaving only the old priest standing a hundred or two hundred meters away.

The young dragon circled and landed, sniffed, and ate heartily.

Dragons have very strong talents and can smell the slightest bit of something wrong. If a thief wants to sneak into a dragon's lair, he must use potions to remove all the smell on his body.

Now I’m finally full!
The young dragon let out a hiss and flew away. The cat-man priest looked at the dragon's shadow disappearing in the wind and snow, wondering what he was thinking about. It was a long time before he returned to the tribe.

The first tentative contact was okay.

However, the young dragon does not know other languages. It takes time for the dragon to master various language skills. It is still a little bit lacking that it cannot communicate through language now.

Natural Weapon - Claw Mastery: The young dragon is already very skilled at using its natural claws to attack enemies, and it can use its claws to launch combat moves. Additional combat moves: Sweep, Bite, and Slash.

Duncan took a look and discovered a dull gray special ability.

Shows as invalid.

——Cold Bloodline [Special Ability]: The special bloodline possessed by northern creatures slightly enhances their resistance to cold and raises the lower limit of the temperature they can adapt to survive.

(Not effective)
(Can be bestowed upon other creatures, transforming them into cold subspecies).

The dragon's innate bloodline is too strong.

Young dragons are almost immune to conventional damage from frost and cold, and even magic can hardly break their resistance. Dragons are the embodiment of magic, and such low-level bloodline special abilities will have no effect if they are taken away.

"Can it be granted?"

Duncan did some research and found that it seemed to be an ability unique to dragons, requiring some special materials and a ritual to transform certain creatures into the 'cold subspecies'.

How to describe this ability? It's probably like people in the south becoming like Russians, a little more resistant to cold and able to go out for winter swimming.

before leaving.

Duncan observed the cat tribe not far away from him through a God's perspective and found that the marked old priest had turned into a blue unit. The other cat people were still mostly neutral, but there were very few hostile ones.

In order to survive and get through the winter, some female cat people are already cutting up the bodies of bear people.

A natural bearskin coat.

As for the rest, for the survival of the tribe, just eat with your eyes closed.

If a young dragon is truly starving, humanoids will be eaten as well. The North is extremely barren and resource-poor, with only the South boasting abundant food resources. However, the southern hills are largely occupied by Highland Elf nobles with pioneering laws. They are extremely ruthless, having slaughtered several giant tribes.

In the hilly highlands where the cat-people tribe had previously migrated, the hill giants there were enslaved by the elves, imprisoned with heavy shackles, and whipped to build a magnificent temple dedicated to the great dark elf queen.

It's not that they are forced to do so, but cat-like beastmen don't like cold areas.

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(End of this chapter)