blueteamnovel Chapter 111 Chaotic Slaughter
Chapter 111 Chaotic Slaughter
"Kill them! Kill them all!"
"Yes! That's it! Bite down hard!"
"Rivers of blood! Haha! It really is rivers of blood!"
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They've gone mad! They've all gone completely mad!
A boar-man clutched his ripped-open belly, desperately trying to stuff his exposed intestines back in.
The excruciating pain and the threat of death caused his eyes, which had been red from bloodshotness, to return to their clear, dark brown color.
A tremendous fear filled his heart, making him feel terrified and desperately wanting to withdraw from this brutal battle.
However, looking around, all he saw were crazed and ferocious figures. Even the spectators on the outside seemed to be infected, some of them even lying on the ground, greedily licking the blood that was spreading towards them.
"No! I can't die here! I must live!"
He struggled to push aside an evil creature blocking his way, staggering to the edge of the circle. If he could just cross this line of death formed from solidified lava, he might still have a chance to survive, given his physical constitution and regenerative abilities.
But just as he lifted his thick hooves, five or six hands and claws came from the front and slammed down on him like a wall, completely extinguishing his only chance of survival.
"This guy's trying to escape!"
"Push him back! Push him back!"
"Torn to shreds! Well done! Cowards deserve to die!"
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Thor looked down at the chaotic battle below. He did not forbid the creatures in the circle from escaping; those who survived by running away were lucky and capable.
However, it now seems that the evil creatures densely packed around the circle, driven somewhat mad by the smell of blood, have a different idea.
Since that's the case, it doesn't really matter. They're all worthless trash anyway, the kind of useless trash that can be killed with a single breath of dragon's breath. So what if they're dead? There's nothing to care about.
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Life is such a fragile thing; nearly a hundred evil creatures were almost all wiped out in less than half an hour.
To everyone's surprise, the one who survived amidst the corpses was not one of the strong ogres and goblins, but a gnoll.
The humanoid hyena, hunched over and trembling all over, had its fur completely stained red and covered with crisscrossing wounds, yet its eyes shone with intense excitement and fanaticism.
It stumbled to the foot of the cliff where Thor's lair was located, knelt down with a thud, and roared in a hoarse voice:
"I won! Great Dragon Lord, I have won!"
Thor snapped out of his reverie, looked down at the gnoll, nodded in satisfaction, and said in a deep voice.
"Very good! You have proven your worth with blood and slaughter, and I will remember your name."
"Gnoll—what's your name?"
Upon hearing this, the gnolls below excitedly raised their heads and responded loudly.
"My name is Morak, Morak of the Bloodclaw Clan!"
The name echoed in Thor's mind for a moment before being forgotten.
He was just a little gnoll; he wasn't really worth remembering. It was just a way to better manipulate the emotions of those evil creatures.
But with his memory, he almost never forgets anything he has seen or heard, and to some extent, he has indeed remembered it as he said.
He then reached under his wing and pulled out a long, rectangular dragon crystal. After thinking for a moment, he pinched one end, snapped it open with his thumb, and dropped the smaller piece down.
"As a reward for your courage, this magic crystal is yours."
And all those corpses of the defeated are your spoils of war!
The dazzling dragon crystals traced a vertical drop line along the cliff face, reflecting a faint bluish-green halo under the sunlight.
Morak, who was lying below, immediately lunged forward, ignoring the pain of his body hitting the stone wall, and like a hungry dog snatching food, tightly hugged the fist-sized magic crystal to his chest.
This is not only a precious gem rich in magic, but also the great dragon lord's recognition and reward for it.
With this magic crystal, he was able to break the matriarchal tradition of the gnoll clan and become the first male leader of the Bloodclaw clan in hundreds of years.
"Thank you for your grace, Dragon Lord! Thank you for your grace, Dragon Lord! I will serve as your most loyal hound, to serve you..."
Morac dragged his weary body and kowtowed vigorously toward Thor, shouting out every word of praise he could think of.
This humble and obsequious demeanor did not earn the contempt of the other evil creatures; on the contrary, it aroused their sincere envy.
What an honor it is to be the dog of the great dragon lord! Intense jealousy even makes some evil creatures want to grind their teeth to dust.
Someone shouted "Long live the Dragon Lord!" and the other evil creatures, realizing what was happening, immediately began to echo it loudly.
For a moment, the air was filled with praise for Thor, which made him squint his eyes with pleasure.
But what makes him even happier than these emotional values is the increase in the amount of essence he has accumulated in his mind.
The souls of those dead evil creatures, combined with the intense emotions erupting from the living, gave him a total of 275 essences.
He had even figured out how to use these essences: 200 points would be used to exchange for various ores and energy crystals, and the rest would be used to extract miscellaneous items.
While the various monster templates are important, it now seems that the clutter around the outermost edge of the roulette wheel is equally significant.
Without the continuous supply of various energy crystals and ores as a supplement, an ordinary red dragon would likely suffer from malnutrition if it were to recklessly load multiple monster templates. Its bloodline would be lucky not to be purified, let alone completely drained.
This is similar to a high-performance engine, which requires high-quality fuel. If you keep using inferior fuel, it's not just a matter of reduced power.
After finishing his business, Thor couldn't wait to turn back to his lair, intending to exchange for a large amount of ore and crystals as soon as possible to reward his stomach, which had been starving since yesterday.
Even after he disappeared, the evil creatures gathered below lingered, still fiercely discussing the chaotic battle that had just taken place.
A group of gnolls rushed to Morak's side, excitedly surrounding their tribe's hero and emitting eerie cries that sounded like both crying and laughing.
That's nearly 100 corpses! Morak, a single gnoll, certainly couldn't possibly eat them all; naturally, he would distribute them among the entire tribe.
For the next few days, they no longer had to worry about food.