After mastering the resurrection technique, they begged me to extend their lives.

The gurgling sound continued.

Countless birds, as if startled, took flight from the northwest of the Radel Forest.

It was evening.

In front of a nest in the far northwest of the jungle, a humanoid creature, entirely blue and suspended about two meters above the ground, stands proudly.

She has the physique of an adult woman, with a plump figure and a total height of approximately 2.2 meters.

With broad shoulders, a thick back, a slender waist, long light blue hair, and full hips and legs, she possesses both strength and grace.

Behind her lay the corpse of a pterosaur.

Of course, there was also an empty dragoon armor.

The physical body inside appeared to have been artificially cremated by the "fireball spell".

—Harpie Girl Saroo Wind Cutter.

A level 40 Black Iron elite creature, the guardian of the northwest slope of Radel, and the leader of the harpy race "Wind and Thunder".

At the entrance to the lair, a harpy spy dressed in a short shrine maiden outfit, with a light red wind pattern on its forehead, flapped its wings and quickly approached.

"Madam! We've spotted movement near a pond in the southeast of the jungle!"

"explain."

Saroo Windcutter's voice was aloof and cold.

"Here's the thing! The human resource points you led us to clear out haven't seen any new forces settling in these past few days, but our patrol team discovered a strange group of adventurers who seem to have broken in today! And they even collected quite a few 'illusion mushrooms'! Damn it!"

"Oh?"

In the minds of the harpies, the entire Radel Jungle is their territory.

Any human invasion of the forest must pay a bloody price.

Not to mention those who dare to collect the forest's precious resources.

Saroo raised his long, sharp eyebrows, slightly upturned the corners of his silver-blue eyes, and pointed to a nearby mass of mangled flesh, asking:

"Strange? Is it strange that such a thing exists?"

"what……"

The petite subordinate looked in that direction and saw that the leader was referring to another strange creature they had encountered during the last dragon corpse retrieval, which seemed to be there to check on things...

It is a...walking corpse.

"Madam, probably about the same."

"almost?"

"Yes, I saw some signs of a struggle near the forest pool. There was slime, freshwater crocodile scales, vulture feathers, and porcupine quills. But apart from the slime, all the other creatures are gone."

The harpy spies said gravely, "Based on our past experience, when humans encounter these beasts, either one side leaves a corpse behind, or the other side continues to operate in its own territory."

"But today, there are no human corpses, and no beast corpses either... Finally, I asked a sparrow in a tree, and it told me that it saw a human male 'resurrect' all the beasts he had defeated and take them away..."

"?"

Upon hearing this, Saroo Windcutter frowned immediately.

"Resurrection spell, for men."

My gaze lingered on the decaying corpse.

The image appears.

"Last time, this guy who looked exactly like a militiaman from Ningye Town came straight to the site of the pterosaur's fall to spy on the corpses. Even though he was hit by my lightning arrow, he seemed to feel no pain and kept throwing spears at me."

"I gave him 12 claw strikes, the wounds were deep into his internal organs. In the end, I found that his organs had already stopped functioning."

"Tearing away his scalpel and bandages, we saw that his eye sockets were empty."

"The brain tissue was completely destroyed, yet it still resisted and attacked like a monster."

"Just like the bizarre events of today."

Saroo felt a surge of emotions.

Having spent years circling this mountain range, she clearly felt that the living space for herself and her people was being greatly compressed by various forces.

First, an uninvited guest appeared near the border mountains.

Wandering near his lair, he single-handedly drove away all his own people.

Then there are the Empire's dragoons, whose patrols of the border regions have increased significantly, and each one is formidable and impossible to deal with; they are simply too powerful for me to handle.

Furthermore, their village is entirely populated by females; there are no males at all.

This is what troubles Salo the most as the leader.

Because the harpy tribe has extremely high requirements for magic and intelligent species, and harpy eggs can only be born through sexual reproduction, their method of acquiring mates is basically the same as robbing caravans: "finding", "plundering", and "using" in one go, in order to expand the tribe's membership.

Of course, as a demi-human race that worships magic, their standards for selecting males are also extremely strict.

They only select from intelligent species with compatible appearances and stable bloodlines, such as humans, high elves, half-elves, and woodland creatures, and absolutely exclude orcs, dwarves, goblins, and monsters, which are considered unattractive and prone to "damaging genes."

It exhibits severe discrimination against lower-ranking species.

"If we don't find suitable genes soon, our tribe will be completely wiped out from these mountains."

Saroo was a little anxious.

"Nivea, your description just now said that the human man knew a 'resurrection spell' that we've never seen before, is that right?"

"Yes, ma'am! Sparrows don't lie to me; sparrows are honest!"

"very good."

Salo nodded, then suddenly changed the subject, looking at his subordinates who were circling around him—

"So, do you all believe that the 'Resurrection Spell' is worthy of being considered the 'highest level' magical inheritance within our totem?"

Upon hearing this, the harpies looked at each other.

Immediately, one of the witches chimed in, "That's right...! Any spell beyond our comprehension is a supreme spell! It can expand the knowledge base of our descendants!"

"That's right! It's a powerful spell!"

"The ability to reuse corpses is simply irreplaceable!"

"Perhaps our sisters who died in battle can also be resurrected by such magic!"

In a short time.

The birds were excited.

The more the harpies talked, the more they felt that "resurrection" seemed to be the key.

If they were to actually acquire it, wouldn't their tribe be able to fly into the sky?

A continuous stream of combat power and an inexhaustible supply of manpower!

Punch the adventurers, kick the dragon riders, develop your strength, and then you can even take on the enemy on the mountaintop and challenge that mad bird!

Challenge her! Exhaust her stamina!

Exhaust her! Reclaim the mountain!

With the mountains, they can extort all merchants and adventurers who want to go abroad, and make another fortune for themselves!

"Very good. It seems there are no objections."

Harpy, the Windcutter, nodded slowly.

He hatched a grand plan.

"Then it's decided."

With a flick of her right wing, she lifted herself several meters higher and gave an order to all the nearby tribespeople:

"For the continuation and propagation of the race, for the continued glory of the harpy tribe."

"Next, I need everyone to mobilize and find that high-quality human man who is proficient in resurrection magic, defeat him, capture him alive, and bring him back to the stronghold. Then—"

"Each person gets one chance to reproduce with him, absorb the magical genes from his body, and write them into the innate memories of the next generation of our tribe."

"If you understand, all troops, attack!"

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