Star Forge Titan

"The Great Wild Forest needs to establish a unified national identity, and other nations also have their own distinct needs. For a short period of time, the Fur Tribe orcs and ordinary humans will have to treat each other as alien races for a while longer."

"You mean..." Afrediya obviously heard something and couldn't help showing a curious expression.

She knew that her boyfriend always had inexplicable knowledge in strange places, so she didn't feel too confused about it, but was just curious about the answer to the question.

"The ancient human empire." Alvin read out a name that had been buried in a pile of old papers.

It was a transitional country that has since perished, and was also the earliest country established by humans.

Its magical civilization developed to a very high level. Even the foundation of the current mainstream extraordinary sublimation system was jointly established by many scholars of that era.

The full name of the ancient human empire cannot be verified for unknown reasons, but its vast territory is enough to cover most of the currently known civilizations, including the several major countries with the strongest comprehensive strength in Palladio.

At that time, the most outstanding scholars in the ancient human empire were also the most powerful spellcasters. The vast spell system derived from imitating soul abilities allowed spellcasters in the ancient empire to gain versatility that surpassed most primitive professions.

What also emerged was the original sin of arrogance.

Later, mages even began to transform the human body itself, trying to create subordinates and servants who were born with specific professions, or in other words, had fixed uses.

After a series of magical experiments that cannot even be put into words.

Thus, the fur-bearing orcs, who were contemptuously called "beastmen", were born.

Chapter 106 Beyond the Legend

"Wait, why does it sound familiar?" Afrediya looked at Ivan in confusion.

She wasn't surprised that her boyfriend casually revealed secrets of this level. After all, this guy always had some weird information channels.

"Those dragonborn who call themselves 'Glorious Nobles' are trying to promote something very similar to this." Alvin said slowly.

"Broadly speaking, Fur Tribe orcs with herbivore bloodlines are mostly good at various agricultural-related production tasks, while Fur Tribe orcs with carnivore bloodlines are good at combat and toolmaking."

"In other words, it's a natural division of labor based on innate talent and gifts."

"So, it's not surprising that you'd develop such arrogance after seeing this situation. After all, this was how the ancient empire designed the Fur Tribe orcs when they first transformed them."

Afrediya remained silent, anger and disgust evident on her face.

The girl who could transform into an ancient dragon slowly exhaled.

"How arrogant."

"Yeah, they are too arrogant." Alvin smiled and shook his head.

When he saw this history in Virtual Palladio, he also felt it was absurd. But what followed was a deep and sincere anger.

Humans are divided into different classes based on their biological inheritance, making some born slaves and a few born masters. This is the greatest and worst injustice artificially created from the very beginning of life.

Any intelligent life that can still think cannot accept this chilling society. Even if they are born with a weak body, the seeds of resistance will thrive in the soil of spirit and thought, absorbing anger, sadness and despair, and eventually bearing the spicy fruit called "resistance".

The fall of the ancient empire speaks volumes, even the name of the country was completely buried.

In the modern era, where relevant historical materials are severely lacking, even time travelers who know many secrets find it difficult to imagine how the people of the ancient empire, who were subject to so many restrictions, could resist the powerful rulers. But it was undoubtedly a difficult journey filled with blood and pain.

If you stand at a higher level, you will find how stupid this behavior is.

That will stifle the future potential of a civilization and even a race, until the entire country falls into a lifeless and dull state of decadence and becomes a foolish zombie wearing gold and silver at the national level.

It was precisely because of this that Ivan and Afredia were enraged. While they both had power etched into their bloodlines and passed down through generations, the Titans and Ancient Dragons chose to become the guardians and protectors of civilization. This was not only due to a strong sense of responsibility, but also due to their different perspectives and mindsets.

Logically speaking, the Titans, who could create and reshape everything at will, needed no help from mortal races. However, beyond conventional benefits, the infinite possibilities possessed by intelligent life were the greatest "benefits" that even gods would notice.

That is the path to infinity.

"No wonder some fur-bearing orcs have congenital blood diseases." Afrediya suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

The blood disease the girl mentioned was a congenital defect shared by a significant number of Furries. Furries afflicted with this disease suffered a variety of problems, ranging from dangerous heart failure to mild physical deformities. While the vast majority of these were not fatal, some were quite troublesome and potentially fatal.

Although normal creatures also have natural mutations, they are not as frequent as the Furries. But if they are all descendants of magically modified creatures, then everything makes sense.

The ancient human empire's technological prowess was considerable, but it was unlikely to ever reach true perfection. Therefore, it was perfectly normal for the Fur Tribe, forcibly engineered by them, to develop bloodline disorders.

You know, even a simple program on a computer may have bugs while running, let alone something as complex as blood that involves genetic factors.

"What can we do?" Afrediya suddenly looked up at Ivan, with a bright light in her eyes.

She was sure that her boyfriend would not bring this up for no reason, so based on his past behavior, he must have a plan.

"I can't be sure now. I'll have to wait until I see the sealed object under the Great Wilderness Forest before I can tell." Alvin didn't say anything too absolute, but if conditions permit, he wouldn't mind helping the Mink Tribe solve this problem.

Besides, if my guess is correct, that thing is most likely related to Titan. I can consider this as cleaning up the mess for my ancestors and paying some compensation.

"Goody-goody." Afrediya cursed with a smile, then hugged the boy's arm.

Although they were already very close to each other, this sudden action still made the latter's face turn red.

"Hey, why are you blushing?" The Demon King smiled and looked up at the handsome face so close to him, but he didn't know that his own face was now as red as a blooming rose.

The young couple's playful actions suddenly stopped, and they both looked towards the entrance of the VIP room.

A few seconds later, there was a polite knock on the door.

"Sir, another distinguished guest would like to visit. Is it convenient for you now?"

"Come in." Afrediya said loudly after adjusting her sitting position.

Behind her was Alvin, who put on his helmet again and pretended to be a guard.

The door swung open, and David Morgan respectfully gestured to usher him in. Then, a stranger dressed in lavender, ancient-style clothing strode into the VIP room. He sported a pair of magnificent horns, his fur a reddish-brown hue. He was a Thickblood Fur Tribe orc, descended from the Stag bloodline.

But unlike ordinary herbivore-blooded orcs, his eyes were strangely dim yellow in color, and his pupils had only a vertical slit like those of reptiles.

That pale purple ancient costume is the dress of the Great Wild Forest area. Because people in the Great Wild Forest area have mastered the indigo plant dyeing technology, most of them wear blue clothes.

This was not the case for higher-ranking individuals like chiefs. Influenced by the legacy of ancient human empires, they were willing to go to great lengths to import purple dye from distant coastal areas. It was extracted from a rare shellfish, and because annual production was extremely low and uncontrollable, it was quite expensive.

Therefore, only wealthy and powerful people who control a lot of capital can wear a purple robe.

Needless to say, this person must be a high-ranking 'Glorious Noble' in the forest city of Viena, and must also be a dragonborn with a high bloodline.

But what made Afrediya and Ivan laugh in their hearts was the extremely rapid change of expression of this person after he entered the room, like the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

At first, he looked extremely arrogant, his face slightly tilted upward, almost as if he was looking at people through his nose rather than his eyes. But the second he stepped into the VIP room, he felt the dragon's might that naturally permeated the air, and the arrogant expression on his face instantly twisted into a strange mixture of astonishment and ecstasy.

The back, which was originally straight to the point of almost bending, quickly bent forward 180 degrees, and even the legs turned slightly inward, making the whole person look as if he had suddenly become half a head shorter.

"Gold forged in fire, its radiance remains undamaged." The visitor, whose name was not even announced, fell to the ground after reciting a hymn praising his bloodline.

"Praise be to the noble blood of the dragon. I am honored to meet a respected first-generation dragonborn."

Upon hearing this, David Morgan, who was leading the way, also reacted immediately and knelt down, not daring to make a sound, fearing that the visitor, who was initially arrogant but then later flattered, would secretly bear a grudge against him. What important figure would want his subordinates to see him fawning and losing his composure?

"The local dragonborn do know some etiquette." Afrediya said slowly with pretended arrogance.

To be honest, when the Demon King gets serious, his majesty is so overwhelming that it's almost overflowing, and his whole body exudes an oppressive beauty.

Hearing her words, the visitor, who hadn't even had the chance to introduce himself or say his name, immediately buried his head even deeper. Far from feeling insulted, he actually felt incredibly lucky.

Unlike David Morgan, a half-blood who lacks knowledge, David Morgan is a derogatory term used by the nobles of honor to refer to dragons of inferior descent. As a senior officer of the forest city of Viena, he is well aware of the power of the first generation of dragons.

That is the power of the noble blood inherited directly from the true dragon. There is even a chance to shed the old mundane shell and obtain a majestic body like that of a true dragon.

Such a big man, no matter what the reason for coming to Viena, is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for himself.

As long as you hold on to each other's thighs, there will definitely be a promising future! The future is promising!

Chapter 107 Under the Glory

"Your Excellency, my name is..."

The visitor, dressed in a gorgeous purple robe, was about to introduce himself when he was interrupted by Ivan, who was standing behind Afrediya.

"A city's high-ranking official is also a 'Glorious Noble'. Infiltration, um, no, you've already become a systematic political party."

Hearing this, the visitor immediately realized that something was wrong, but saw that the magic power around him was surging rapidly, and at the same time he opened his mouth to shout to the guards on duty outside.

but……

A bright flash of light, accompanied by a strange sound, and the visitor, who had never had the chance to utter his name, froze there like a victim caught in Medusa's gaze. Beside him, David Morgan trembled even more violently, yet he dared not even glance up. He knew only one thing: he was in serious trouble.

According to the usual process, since the disguise has been successful, Alvin and Afrediya should play along with each other and exchange words until the entire investigation and evidence collection are completed.

But these two are obviously not people who follow the rules. I have captured an enemy member at the level of a local senior commander, so there is no point in discussing it. I might as well use a wake-up call and make him tell the truth (a name that Ivan thought of in half a second) to make him reveal the truth.

Although this tactic has certain side effects, bad guys have no human rights and they all intend to commit structural crimes based on racism. There is no need to talk about ethics and morals with these bastards.

However, the result was not quite the same as expected. The refreshing and open-minded method that was originally effective on extraordinary people, accurately hit the visiting senior officer and took effect. It cannot be said that it had no effect, but only that the effect may have been a little too good.

The purple-robed officer suddenly stood up, then crossed his hands and raised them above his head. No one knew what strange gesture he was making, perhaps it was some unique etiquette within the Honor and Noble Sect.

"Our Dragonborn bloodline is the best in the world! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

As the strange screams continued, the guards outside were obviously alarmed. Although the VIP room had excellent sound insulation, this guy was screaming at the top of his lungs. Fortunately, his shouting did not sound like he was asking for help, so the guards outside the door did not know what to do for a while. They did not dare to rush in directly, nor could they pretend not to hear it.

Ivan was stunned at first, then realized that the other party had only undergone one promotion ceremony. He probably put most of his energy into fighting for power and profit, so he was seriously lacking in magic resistance, so he was directly beaten crazy by the "wake-up call" punch.

With a frown, Alvin kicked the purple-robed officer unconscious and took a step forward. The heavy metal armor he had casually made changed in a very short time. The solid metal was pulled out into thin silk threads and woven together, quickly turning into a black long windbreaker similar to a suit. His slightly curly black hair fell down, and his whole body revealed an irresistible aura.

Looking at David Morgan who was shaking like a sieve next to him, he asked directly.

"Can you handle the guards outside?"

"Absolutely no problem, sir!" David Morgan gave an affirmative answer without even raising his head.

"Go." Alvin didn't waste any more time talking to him. He nodded and walked back to the purple-robed officer.

Behind him, he could soon hear the sound of a door opening and closing, and David Morgan's serious voice talking.

As the manager of a private club mainly engaged in the service industry, this person is very good at using the art of language. With just a few words, he completely dispelled the doubts of the guards outside and even started chatting and laughing with them.

"Puchi!" Afrediya couldn't help laughing, which made Ivan's face droop immediately.

He never imagined that an organization suspected of having supernatural powers would have such weak senior members. Aren't they afraid of being assassinated?

Beneath the glory lies filth.

A sentence popped up inexplicably in his mind, and Alvin shook his head. The saying "the more extreme, the inferior" did make sense.

Another reminder punch (abbreviation) was thrown, and the purple-robed official who was shouting various propaganda slogans immediately became extremely quiet, and then there was a simple question-and-answer session.

Because his brain was turned into a mess by the power of the punches, this guy answered every question even though his mouth was crooked and his eyes were squinting. He quickly told out all the information he knew.

Afrediya's expression grew increasingly serious, but she couldn't help but shake her head as she heard the rest of the story. Even though she was once a Dragonborn, the actions of the people in the Great Wilderness Forest were truly disgraceful.

Simply put, the cooperation between the extreme Dragonborn faction, the "Glorious Nobles," and the extreme druid faction is very fragile. It's unclear whether the latter has similar ideas, but the former has already made preparations to betray their allies.

Regardless of how morally corrupt this is, politics is a word that is far from morality. Their plan is actually to help the extreme druid faction create chaos, eliminate political enemies and other competitors in the meantime, and finally appear as a savior to take everything.

Not only is this plan seriously unethical, its feasibility is also questionable, and it is filled with a familiar air of assumption.

It seems that the honored and noble Dragonborn are quite proud and confident, almost to the point of radiance. Perhaps they believe that possessing the power of dragons, they can fully cope with any possible contingency.

Apart from this, Alvin couldn't think of any other explanation.

"How do we deal with this guy?" Afrediya finally stopped laughing and said seriously:

"Whatever. If it's just a disappearance, although it will alert the enemy, the other party is unlikely to think of a third-party intervention at the first time. Most likely they will think that it is a hostile force. According to this guy, the enemies of the Glory Nobles are quite a lot." Alvin couldn't help but complain again.

"If everyone in their party is so arrogant, it's no wonder they have so many enemies."

"really."

At this time, David Morgan, who had gone out to cover up the incident, returned to the VIP room.

"Sir, it's done." After saying that, he stood respectfully against the wall without saying another word.

Such a timely attitude made Alvin feel that this person could still be used, so he gave Afrediya a look.

The Demon King immediately understood and said casually in a nonchalant tone:

"Are you familiar with this man?"

"Yes, he is familiar with the person. He likes to watch Xipan wrestling very much. I was his follower in the early years, and we still keep in frequent contact. I know a lot of things related to him very clearly." David Morgan seemed to realize something, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"Okay, you will play him for the next three days." After saying that, the Demon King casually released a red light.

The blood and flesh secret technique belonging to the Elrond Red Mage faction took effect instantly, and David Morgan's whole body seemed to be rubbed by an invisible big hand, and he turned into the appearance of a purple-robed officer with a crackling sound.

The transformation process was not easy, but even though his teeth were broken and his lips were bleeding, he did not make any sound.

Seeing this, Fulei couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, but didn't say much. She just waved at the other party casually.

"Go ahead, you should know what to do."