Chapter 66.
Chapter 66: Turnaround
After understanding all of this, how could David not realize the ‘value’ of this gift that Nymphadora had brought:
This is a bunch of potential favorites!
But it’s best to take them under his command as soon as possible.
It wasn’t that he was worried about the poor fellow colorful dragons who might be harassed and stabbed in the ass by the barbarians at any time, as a red dragon, he was considered to have a sense of ‘racial honor’ if he didn’t gloat about it.
It was just as Nymphadora said, if the situation was allowed to develop, the trouble that belonged to the colorful dragons of the Old Continent would probably gradually become a potential trouble for David.
The reason was also very simple, although this favor ceremony had been cracked by the High Elves many years ago, but due to the fact that it was too ribbed for the Elves, coupled with the arrogance of the High Elves, it had been put on the back burner.
But if this ‘backdoor’ belonging to the dragon’s ‘favor ceremony’ once spread in the old continent barbarians and even the middle earth humans.
To be more exaggerated, if this ‘backdoor of the favor ceremony’ belonging to the dragon is spread to the barbarians of the Old Continent or even the humans of Middle Earth, and if it is taken to other realms by some legendary wanderers who have no time to spare and like to record their experiences.
At that time, regardless of whether he David admitted it or not, this pot would most likely be held by the five-colored dragons on his head.
Who let him be the first dragon sufferer to have his dragon blood used by barbarians.
If he didn’t settle him before the source spread, it was possible that in a few hundred years, his ”honorable record” would be able to hang in the five-colored dragon queen Tiamat.
If his reputation was stigmatized, his future path might more than likely not be very good.
Even the Gis Yankee Red Dragon Knights, who had the role of part-time star world mercenaries, if they saw that his reputation among the five-colored dragons was too bad, they might politely refuse his request to spend money on hiring this group of star world pirates out of the reason that ”we just received an order to exterminate a certain city-state of mind-robbing demons”.
With that group of high elves with a reputation for arrogance as a precedent, David didn’t want to make the same mistake.
To know that the magic lock was actually cracked by the dragon and used to pirate into the lair guards this matter, the high elves have not less for the pot who to take the blame for the problem of conflict.
Even that fight into a pot of porridge crown war late a few times, the elf kings did not take this matter as a military excuse to go to war.
In terms of the seriousness of the pot of black, I’m afraid that it is only second to the “destruction of Sutherland” – the magic well (under construction) explosion.
Moreover, although there is a suspicion of wiping the dragons’ asses for doing this:
After all, the ceremony of dependence was probably leaked out from the dragon sage who couldn’t stand the High Elves’ sugar-coated bombs.
But it’s not all bad.
For David, who was short of manpower, it could even be said that it was a pillow that was sent to him when he fell asleep.
Honestly speaking, he had originally been a little bit displeased with this group of chickens that even the High Elves had groveled and dared not speak out in anger.
But now the other party can actually rely on that completely unreliable to crack the favor ceremony successfully obtain the benefits and also survived, will have to make David look at it differently.
He did not even need to bother to select the first batch of warriors, this batch of alpine barbarians through the batch of dragon’s blood most likely already completed the initial screening:
Can successfully resist down, roughly equivalent to the next door in the Warhammer has completed physical fitness, strength, endurance and other physical tests and at least the will of the psychological test assessment of the new tender.
As long as he, the Lord of Dragon Blood, personally presides over the ceremony, according to the degree of his willingness to bleed in the ceremony, he can quickly get a number of dependents with uncommon combat power.
This was much more reliable than the group of High Elf POWs who had been wandering between blowing up camps and not blowing up camps.
Even those who had only gone through the minimum Dragon Blood Ascension Ceremony were almost already equivalent to the weakened versions of the Star Warrior recruits who had completed the first three surgeries of the Second Heart, Bone Strengthening, and Muscle Strengthening.
If this level was datamined like the game, it would add at least one to two points to strength and endurance, equivalent to one-fifth of an adult’s attribute increase.
And alpine barbarians are genetically inherited to be innately about 2 points higher in strength than the average human.
Being subjected to the formal ascension ceremony of his, the Lord of Dragonblood’s, dependents, it might be possible to add another 1 to 2 points.
If he were to inaugurate another reliable profession
Just thinking about this, David was already a bit foolish.
Then there was just one question left, and one that caused him some confusion and headache.
Davy twisted his head to look at the green dragon Nymphadora and asked in dragon language:
“Did he tell you that he has any grudge against me?”
The brute in front of him was a key to a shortcut, if he didn’t take care of him, Davey would have to go through a lot more work. At this juncture when he was about to leave for the New World, he really didn’t have much time to make a big fuss to deal with this ‘small trouble’.
“You killed his lover.” Nymphadora informed truthfully.
“Oh.” Davy expressed indifference, thinking that it was most likely one of the barbarians that had died in that battle in the southern foothills of the mountains.
Judging from the hatred in the other party’s eyes, it was mostly a person with deep feelings.
Since it was destined to be unresolvable, it seemed that he could only Karma him and find another way.
“It seems to be an ogre named Manado.” Nymphadora thought for a moment and added.
“An ogre?!
“His lover?!!?!
“Barbarians and ogres?”
A shocked Davey said he was so damn kind of enlightened.
At the same time, he also finally remembered which the other party’s lover probably was – the ogre leader who did bring him a crisis.
He couldn’t help but look at this angry-eyed hanyou with admiration:
”Brother de! You are more or less a bit of guts in your body ah, even the ogre dares to go on”
Although the ogre’s broad bosom and fat buttock circumference, there are really a lot of heavy-flavored trolls who can get their claws off during the rut, but in other aspects, even the trolls feel spicy eyes ah.
David took a deep breath and said solemnly in barbarian to the man who fucked the devil:
“I have already understood the grudge between us from this green dragon lady, since the tragedy has already happened and the hatred has already been planted, let’s end it today, say, warrior, before you leave, do you have any last wishes or last words?”
The Drow, who had been listening to the errand, was the first to strip the chains from the mouth of the barbarian Loxinde.
Originally angry and resentful, he also seemed to not expect a red dragon would actually still be solemn to him, a dying man, and immediately calmed down a bit, thought about it, and asked with some disorientation:
“I want to know Manado her, how did she die?”
David answered truthfully:
“We met in the wilderness, and they tried to eat me, and after a fight I ate them, and that was all.”
“You ate her? Really?” The barbarian suddenly looked a little excited.
If it wasn’t for the Drell on the side tugging on the chains, he was afraid that he would have already jumped onto David’s lap.
“You heard right, I ate her.” Davy had the rare patience to repeat himself.
“So then are her remains still there? Can I have her skull back if possible?” Loxinde said with a look of almost humble supplication.
What the hell did this guy want?
“…?” The way things were going, it seemed to be a bit beyond Davy’s expectations.
It seemed to have seen Davy’s doubts.
The green dragon Nymphadora brought her head over to press against his ear webbing and said:
“According to the beliefs and traditions of the ogres, they would cut off the head of a dead clan member and bring it back to the clan, then utilize a secret method to mash it together with some kind of mushrooms to make a soup to fill the belly.
It is said that this allows them to ‘see’ the deceased member of their clan again.”
“At the same time they believe that the dead clan member will, in this way, become one with them and live on within them forever.
“It might even be reborn from their bodies in the form of a second head growing.
“I think that’s what he may have been playing at.
“Perhaps, it’s a turnaround then.”
(End of chapter)