Star Forge Titan

The surrounding rangers were all horrified and didn't care about anything else. They rushed over to put out the fire.

"It's okay, it's okay. This kid won't do anything rash. Speaking of which, I haven't given it a name yet. Hmm, let's call it 'Fried Bacon'." The Demon King snapped his fingers to retract the scattered sparks, and then thought of a very random name very casually.

"That's too casual. Just because we used it to fry bacon, we called it 'Fried Bacon'?" Alvin was speechless. He felt that if that ball of fire element ascended to the elemental realm in the future, it would probably be laughed at by its companions for many centuries because of this name.

As the two were chatting and laughing, the shrill screams of Shu Shu as his tail was roasted by the flames gradually came from underground.

Apparently, the guy who was trying to escape was blocked by 'Fried Bacon'.

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Chapter 88: Oolong Joke

After many years, Alvin still remembers the memory of returning to his hometown during the Spring Festival and blowing up rat holes with his friends.

The crisp sound of the firecrackers exploding will become particularly dull due to the layers of obstruction, which will not only make it unforgettable but also cover up the shrill screams of the rats.

In addition, the soil where the rat holes are located is usually not particularly hard. If you use powerful, extra-thick and extra-long firecrackers to carry out this kind of activity, you can see the strange sight of the ground bulging and cracking.

Now, the ground in front of Alvin was rising and cracking as quickly as he remembered, except that the area and scale were much larger than his childhood memory.

Boom!

A black shadow was the first to break through the soil and leap high into the air. A large fire elemental, casually named 'Fried Bacon', followed closely behind. Like a volcanic eruption, it cracked a large area of ​​the ground and transformed into a fountain of flame that burst out from the cracks, brilliant and dazzling.

The black shadow tried to escape into the bushes, but there was no lush vegetation around. The storm created by Ivan's bare hands turned the surrounding woods directly from spring to winter. Only lonely branches were left everywhere, and there were almost no leaves left.

Moreover, although this guy's speed is comparable to that of an arrow, in Alvin's eyes, he is just crawling, and very slowly, not much faster than a turtle in the eyes of ordinary people.

With a slight lift of his hand, an invisible force drew the shadow into his grasp. The Titan's fingers, clasped together, were stronger than a steel cage, instantly immobilizing the opponent. Upon closer inspection, he saw a large, glossy black rat.

Although it looked no different from an ordinary rodent, everyone present guessed that its true form was definitely not what it was now.

As expected, upon realizing it couldn't break free, the big black rat immediately twisted and deformed. In less than a breath, it transformed into a venomous snake with colorful scales in Ivan's palm.

"Snakes and rats, although druids believe in harmony among all things and have their strengths, such utilitarian choices are really short-sighted." Alvin shook his head. As a combat-oriented person, he looked down upon such behavior that only sought short-term visible gains.

You have to know that the number of animal forms a low-level druid can choose is quite limited. In order to advance further in the future, anyone with a bit of ambition will not pursue purely functional transformations. Even if the opponent chooses a scaly group composed entirely of reptiles, there is still hope of transitioning to the more promising ancient dragon style in the future.

But they are rats and poisonous snakes. Even if they are lucky enough to be promoted to the third level, they will not be able to advance an inch further. They will be like a sewer-like stream for the rest of their lives.

As if enraged by Ivan's words, the venomous snake in his hand hissed and stabbed, then exerted force, dislocating its jaw and opening its mouth to an exaggerated angle. The interior of its mouth was a disturbing pitch-black. Its two fangs were as sharp as scimitars and curved dangerously. Their surfaces were slick with a foul-smelling, sticky liquid resembling egg white. It was a terrifying venom so deadly that even two drops could kill a person.

then……

Ding, click, oooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The venomous snake bit down with great success, successfully hitting the opponent's wrist, and its sharp fangs were about to pierce into it.

Then, as is supposed to happen when a sword too broken strikes pure steel armor, the fangs broke easily, as if they were not the result of billions of years of carnivorous evolution, but a twig picked up from the roadside.

What was even more despairing was that it discovered that it had not bitten its opponent at all.

Invisible Heavenly Cloth, there is a transparent barrier that is invisible to the naked eye less than a few millimeters below the surface of the skin. It is this invisible defense that blocks the poisonous snake's self-proclaimed fatal attack, and it is also this invisible defense that breaks the two fangs at the root with a slight vibration.

The Druid of the Cult of Winter struggled desperately, his appearance constantly switching between a venomous snake, a rat, and a bat, but no matter which form he changed into, he could not escape Ivan's tightly grasping fingers.

Finally, the creature reverted to its original form as a large black rat, its head tilted, its eyes completely blinded, and its broken front teeth bleeding. Gradually, the large black rat's body expanded and grew larger, transforming into an adult with its throat pinched, kneeling on the ground.

Afrediya teased the now baseball-sized, exhausted Bacon, unsurprised by the outcome. However, the gray wolf Gracie and the diminutive half-elf both looked terrified, nearly hugging each other. After all, in terms of Transcendent rank, they were no match for the seemingly defenseless Extreme Druid.

However, the change in form of "frying bacon" forward attracted people's attention, and they looked at Afrediya with strange eyes.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your trip?" Alvin asked casually.

His eyes, which were radiating with golden light, looked at the captive in his hands. No illusion or delusion could escape his burning eyes that completely absorbed and transformed the divine power.

For some reason, the half-elf with keen intuition next to him felt that the young man was not looking at the person in front of him, but was looking through the person to see some existence hidden in the deeper shadows.

The extremist of the Winter Cult suddenly had a distorted expression, and an old voice came out of his mouth that was completely inconsistent with his middle-aged appearance.

"Winter is coming!"

In an instant, a huge and complex environmental magic power surged in, and in just a few seconds, it blew the extremist's body to an astonishing size, actually transforming it into a living biological bomb made of flesh and blood mixed with magic power.

"Be careful!" Gracie shouted subconsciously.

Then, he saw that only the part below the extremist's neck swelled violently, while the part that was pinched did not change at all. It was like a long balloon that was pinched into two separate pieces, which was very strange.

"It's okay." Alvin looked back at the young fur tribe and showed a very reassuring smile.

At the same time, he put the five fingers of his free hand together to form a knife. An arc of light flashed, and the extremist's body, which was twisted and swollen by the strange spell, was immediately separated from his head. Then, he was kicked high into the sky like a football.

Booom!

Because the explosion occurred at a high altitude, it did not cause any collateral casualties, and even the surrounding environment was safe and sound, highlighting a sophisticated character.

"It's really troublesome. I have to find someone who can make the heads speak." Alvin sighed. The shape of holding a head in his hand is particularly matched with the barbarian clothes on his body. Perhaps this is also a reasonable outfit.

Gracie noticed that some ordinary people in the caravan in the distance were so scared that their legs went weak. To be honest, he himself felt a little weak in the legs now, and the pair of rabbits on the head of the half-elf senior next to him were also trembling slightly.

This guy, this guy is really not an evil villain?

"If possible, please leave this matter to us." The half-elf with cute rabbit ears took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible.

The patrol team also, in a sense, carries out police work in the area they are responsible for, so she has every reason to make such a request. Of course, in this case, it's more of a suggestion than a request—a very objective, friendly, and non-coercive suggestion.

"I don't care." Alvin casually grabbed a large stone and reshaped it into a stone box, stuffed the head, which still retained some activity, into it and sealed it.

Gracie felt a tap on his lower back, and he stiffly stepped forward to take the stone box. Though only a young ranger, he had seen corpses before. What truly made Gracie so nervous was the other person's unabashedly powerful presence.

It's not the murderous intent often possessed by powerful warriors, nor is it the terrifying pressure emanating from dangerous monsters, but rather a sense of presence like a majestic natural landscape like a mountain. Even if the opponent does nothing, just standing there will make creatures instinctively feel awe.

Gracie finally took the box with both hands and nodded in thanks. But just as he was about to turn and walk away, he heard the voice of his senior again from behind him.

"There's another thing."

"Captain, could you please stop talking!" Gracie just wanted to bark like a dog, almost forgetting that he was of wolf bloodline, not dog bloodline.

Unable to hear the younger generation's inner roar, the half-elf ranger turned his head to look at Afrediya sitting by the campfire. The Demon Lord was teasing the fire elemental who looked hopeless while frying bacon. Suddenly realizing that the other party was talking to him, he couldn't help but show a confused expression.

"Excuse me, sir." The half-elf's expression became extremely serious. She took a deep breath and lowered her voice.

"Are you Dragonborn?"

Chapter 89: Dragon in the Shadow

The attack caused a great deal of chaos, but under the control of patrols, order was quickly restored in this "town" consisting of temporary buildings.

Although due to practical needs it has evolved into a place where markets are regularly held in the surrounding area, it is ultimately the home of a militarized patrol group, and the police powers granted to them by the Nine Elders and the Chiefs' Association are sufficiently convincing.

Patrol members wearing dark green cloaks walked back and forth, tying up the injured extremists one by one with special ropes.

This rope, woven from the bark of the Great Wild Forest Nesso tree, is incredibly tough, even transcendents struggle to break it. Its pure biological construction makes it easy to imbue it with natural magic, allowing it to last longer once activated. Whenever a patrol member completes the knot according to the prescribed procedure, the strands of enchanted fibers woven into the rope glow faintly, indicating that the natural magic has been successfully activated.

Alvin moved his ears and found that the ropes woven with bark fibers were actually singing. Although the sound was very small, like the rustling of leaves when the breeze blew through the forest, it was clearly audible to him who had undergone the mysterious transformation.

A detail I hadn't noticed before...

It really feels like a different world.

However, as the traveler from another world was sighing, all the big trees and shrubs in the fan-shaped area with a radius of several hundred meters in front of him lost most of their leaves as if winter had come in an instant, leaving only lonely branches in their original places, revealing an extremely desolate and sad look.

The surface of the ground, cracked by the high-temperature flames, emits a faint dark red light, and the cooled edges have a solid texture similar to pottery.

The half-elves and the fur-bearing tribe of the gray wolf bloodline watched closely as the two outsiders each used a move to wipe out at least two dozen extraordinary people.

Their feelings at the moment can only be described as utterly shocking, their legs practically buckling. Unfortunately, communication between the two sides still required the intervention of two people. Gracie, holding the stone box (the stone box with the head inside was often referred to as the stone box), was completely numb.

The clueless young ranger vaguely felt that every hair on his body stood up, and his ten fingers flicked out into sharp claws. He subconsciously wanted to get on all fours and roar, but the external pressure almost deeply stimulated the animal blood in his body, and he entered a special state within his bloodline called "Moon Wolf".

As a Furry Orc with a strong bloodline, Gracie possesses more beastly traits than the average Furry Orc. He could almost be considered a half-feral druid, naturally possessing some wild shapeshifting abilities. The reason for this, however, is related to the origins of the Furry Orcs, a fact few understand in depth.

In a sense, deeply stimulating the beastly bloodline is similar to a barbarian going berserk. The rationality that can be maintained is even less. Even if the bloodline activation is ended, there will be a period of chaos lasting up to half a month. By then, the beastly nature will greatly overwhelm the rationality, and the external performance will probably be no different from that of a stupid dog.

After finally suppressing this instinctive impulse, Gracie found that the small but courageous senior next to him actually took the initiative to talk to him.

"Dragonborn." Afrediya poked her cheek with her index finger. She did not feel offended by the other party's sudden words, but seemed a little conflicted.

"To some extent, it should be said that it was once the case." said the Demon Lord, whose bloodline was awakened and who obtained the true form of the ancient dragon.

"Ever?" The half-elf's rabbit ears shook unconsciously, revealing his inner hesitation and confusion.

"Are Dragonborn special here?" Afrediya asked casually. Living in Elrond, a demon kingdom where most people looked strange, she did not feel that her identity as a mixed-race person was special at all.

"Well, even in the Forest Friends tribe, which has the most mixed-race people, dragon-born are extremely rare." The short half-elf tried hard to keep his tone calm.

Due to the complex ethnic composition of the citizens of the United Emirates of the Wilderness, the overall ethnic distribution of this country shows a trend of large mixed residence and small concentrated residence. Different races can be seen living together in remote markets, towns and cities with more populations. Only in scattered small natural villages will most of the residents be of the same race.

As a result, the probability of mixed-race children appearing is naturally much higher than in the outside world.

"Before the establishment of the Forest Nation (one of the abbreviations for the Great Wild Forest United Chiefs), a great dragon selflessly lent a helping hand to all tribes, earning immense prestige and eventually being considered the common ruler of all forest tribes. To some extent, the Nine Elders and the United Chiefs system were merely transitional policies put in place temporarily because that great man was unable to ascend to the forest throne."

The half-elf Aviva blinked, but found that although Afrediya was listening to him, her expression was extremely casual, as if she was completely unaware of the deeper meaning.

Or is it that the other party is not a true dragonborn?

Upon closer inspection, although the girl possessed a pair of curly horns, the gradient from dazzling black gold to pale white gold being exceptionally gorgeous, even more magnificent than pure gold jewelry, her skin lacked a single trace of scales, her nails were short and round without any sharpness, and her figure was plump but lacked the agility and bravery to match the legendary characteristics of a dragonborn.

"In short, the Woodland Kingdom hasn't seen a real dragon in over a hundred years. Although there are a few dragonborn living in seclusion in the Great Wilderness Forest, most of them live in seclusion and rarely express any opinions casually." The half-elf continued, but his eyes began to wander.

"But those with scales hold considerable influence in every tribe. Even across the entire forest nation, the opinions of the Dragonborn political group cannot be ignored. It might be a bit of an exaggeration to say they manipulate the Great Wild Forest from behind the scenes, but calling them the deep rulers is hardly an exaggeration."

The figure coming from behind made the half-elf shudder. He quickly dodged and found that it was the big barbarian with very little cloth on his body who walked towards him quietly.

"Unregulated power corrupts absolutely. To combat this corruption, we must first gain a strong enough voice. Every person in the Great Wild Forest knows that to combat a Dragonborn, we must use a Dragonborn. It's like defeating magic with magic."

Ivan narrowed his eyes and looked at the half-elf in front of him. Although he did not look angry and spoke in a calm tone, the latter was still trembling all over like a little rabbit being stared at by a wild beast.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Afrediya hugged the boy's arm, her voice soft and cute without any seriousness in her voice, and her face was smiling and silly the whole time, just like an ordinary silly couple out for a trip.

"Don't give me that. Although the mobilization and centripetal force of the Great Wilderness Forest are weaker than those of other big countries due to its geography and system, their population and land area are there. I don't believe that you don't understand this country at all." For reasons that everyone could guess, Ivan blushed and deliberately changed the subject, which made Afrediya laugh even more happily.

"It seems so." The Demon King further tightened his arms around the boy, with a force comparable to that of a python wrapping around its prey.

Suddenly, she said something seemingly casually.

"If a real dragon appears, what will happen to the dragonborn?"

Chapter 90: Limited Time Login

Dragonborn, long-lived, powerful, and intelligent.

They are excellent in all aspects. Except for their small number, each one is a natural elite.

For these gifted individuals, the world is like a playground, free to take whatever they desire. With just a bit of ambition, most can quickly rise to high positions. With the help of their own kind, becoming the ruler of an entire region is only a matter of time.

Bloodline brings the Dragonborn the greatest talents and a natural alliance between them, but it does not bring ethics or morals.

Even the lawful good angels of the previous generation required meticulous instruction from the gods during their creation, carefully instilling every bit of knowledge and virtue. Meanwhile, the wild dragonborn of the Great Wild Forest, while traditionally united, lack a penchant for charity. This isn't to say there aren't good people among them, simply that the vast majority of their adult members are deeply entangled in politics.

As we all know, any politicized creature...

The half-elf opened her mouth to say something, but the answer was clearly on the verge of coming out, but she fell into an eerie silence as if something was stuck in her throat.

"Of course, I'll spend money to find the dragon slayer immediately." Alvin gave the answer nonchalantly.

"Wow, that's so scary." Afrediya immediately hugged her boyfriend tightly. Although she said "that's so scary, so horrible", her face was still smiling and she didn't show any fear at all.

"It's so hot." Ivan probably couldn't break free, or of course, he might not want to break free.

In contrast to the relaxed attitude of the other two, the half-elf Aviva seemed very nervous.

Dragonborn hold a special place in the Great Wild Forest. While not as rare as a giant dragon, a sight seen only once every century, they are still as rare as urban legends. She couldn't quite articulate what she was thinking before. Was she trying to climb the ladder? Or was she hoping for an upright Dragonborn to step up and bring about change?

The previous words made her immediately realize her naivety and even stupidity. How could she expect the rentier class to voluntarily betray their own origins?

For the sake of profit, even bloodline ancestors may be regarded as mortal enemies by political creatures.

In this case, isn't this action of mine a typical self-destruction?

"Even if it's a wild dragon or dragon beast without inheritance, it's not easy to kill it. The Great Wild Forest is not going to elevate a dragon to a high position. Don't treat all the druid factions as fools. Although they are too entangled with the dragonborn to make it unsuitable for them to start a war, they have made some achievements in recent years." The Demon King suddenly spoke, and he didn't sound like his IQ was seriously lowered by love.

Could it be that Fulei has been coaxing me all along? Ivan couldn't help but glance at her, and then he was immediately repelled by the huge evil.

Never mind. Your girlfriend is always willing to cooperate with you in doing childish and silly things. What else is there to think about? I've had enough to do.

It is said that the dragons that appeared in the missions related to the Great Wild Forest were just ordinary dragons. There was a big difference between them and the ancient dragons. Although the latter needed to shoulder the important responsibility of defending the Fire Realm, in terms of power comparison, the gap between the two sides was simply that between civilians and military forces.

I'm afraid there will be some good shows to watch then...

As he was lost in thought, Ivan noticed the young ranger next to him had a strange expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Sniffing, he seemed to smell a hint of "fun."