ATPnovel Chapter 31 Planning the Dragon Hunt
Chapter 31 Planning the Dragon Hunt
The moment the brilliant idea was born, Modi put it into action.
He moved the two entries, [Spell Enhancement] and [Blood Magic Mastery], to Ed's page and asked his good brother to possess him.
With the help of the book pages, his strength was slightly enhanced, but at the same time, his body also bore a considerable burden.
Fortunately, everything is under control. His body's recovery and breakdown are in balance and will not affect his life or his battles.
"The Apprentice's Mindset improved my focus and enhanced my curiosity."
The "Boiled Killing Intent" amplified my bloodlust, putting the seed of my soul in a state where it could be activated at any time.
How come these two terms coexist?
Mordy couldn't understand it; it seemed his good brother Ed was a truly contradictory person.
Perhaps it was his hatred for Devialet before his death that gave rise to the term "[Boiled Killing Intent]".
Regardless, this term also boosted his performance.
"Falga truly lives up to his reputation as a graduate of the Frost Tower Mage Academy. His theoretical knowledge is far more solid than Devia's. Although he is a fire mage, he has knowledge of spells from other schools as well."
After extracting and reviewing Falga's knowledge, Mordi immediately noticed the difference between Devia and Falga upon comparison.
There's a reason he's called a wild mage, but only a minority of people in this world can get into a proper mage academy; most mages come from unorthodox backgrounds.
"Gan, Wen, Cui, the three of you tidy up this place."
He summoned three Frostblood White Walkers to clean the ground, then strode back to his laboratory to continue his interrupted research.
He is currently researching methods to utilize the blood of the Frostbite Giant Spider.
Because this is the blood of an immortal, it is extremely dangerous, and he must make ample preparations beforehand.
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Seven days later, Modi held a bottle of purified Frostbite Giant Spider essence in his hand and, without hesitation, poured it directly into his mouth.
He used to absorb the extraordinary blood through the wound, but now he takes it orally.
"It tastes a bit like blueberry, it's chilled, and the texture is alright."
The moment he made his assessment, he slumped into his chair, his body temperature dropping rapidly, and he could faintly hear the roar of the Frostbite Giant Spider.
He knew that his ancient blood was locked in a fierce battle with the essence of the Frostbite Spider, the former seeking to dominate the latter, and the latter seeking to dominate the latter.
The blood of the immortals was far more domineering than he had imagined.
'As expected of an immortal, even in death, they leave behind so much trouble.'
Modi's mind was in chaos; an invisible will was using his body as a battlefield, trying to defeat him.
"Not enough fragments of the God of Light were launched; they didn't completely obliterate your will. In that case, I will complete this task, Glashor Icejaw."
The anger from the numerous curses was extracted and poured into the Eye of the Soul, intertwined with boiling killing intent.
Once again, tyranny became his power.
In his half-dragon form, he fought fiercely against the illusory Frost Devouring Spider, which was only as tall as a person.
This is a pure battle of wills, with little room for skill.
He broke off Glashor's spider legs, and Glashor used his sharp mandibles to cut him in two. Then they were restored and continued to fight.
Although the Frostbite Giant Spider was powerful, it was already a rootless duckweed. On the other hand, Modi's anger and killing intent were endless, as was his tyranny.
The battle lasted for more than ten hours before Glashor finally gave out.
Once again, after its internal organs were emptied, it did not recover as before, but completely disappeared.
Only Modi, who also had severed arms and legs and had his internal organs turned into filth, remained alive but still had a breath left.
The tyranny subsided, and the ferocious scales and claws slowly disappeared.
Exhausted, Mordi had no time to feel the new power and meditated on the spot to restore his energy.
He was not awakened from his deep meditation until noon the next day when three named White Walkers came to him.
Holding his head, which was now mostly awake, Mo Di sounded like a college student who had stayed up until 3 a.m. and had to go to class at 8 a.m. the next day; he even had a bit of morning grumpiness in his voice.
"Speak, what brings you all here so early in the morning... oh, it's getting late, anyway, what's the matter?"
The three White Walkers gestured wildly, sometimes spreading their wings like a roc, sometimes displaying a ferocious expression, leaving him completely bewildered.
"Let me think about this..." He tilted his head and pondered for a moment, his brainwaves miraculously aligning with theirs. "You mean, a dragon flew by outside?"
After a moment's thought, the three White Walkers nodded in unison, giving an affirmative answer.
"A dragon, indeed. It is now the Frostbreath month of the Third Age 961, the beginning of a new year, and the dragon plague should be coming soon."
After recalling the plot of the Dragon Disaster, Mordi thought that with his current strength, he probably wouldn't be able to intervene in this event.
He couldn't solve the dragon calamity, nor did he have the courage to do so.
But he still had the guts, and a great deal of guts, to hunt a few dragons during the dragon plague.
"Aldurian, the Shadow of the End, the leader of the Dragon Scourge." Mordy thought of this name but dared not utter it easily.
At this stage, it is an immortal being and can only exert the power of an immortal being.
This is far from its peak strength.
The loss of time and the impact of the etheric depression caused it to fall from the ranks of the immortals, but the fact that it can still maintain the ranks of the long-lived is enough to prove its power.
In contrast, the other dragons fared even worse, as most of them were left with only the power of a transcendent being due to the recent recovery and the etheric low tide.
"Just like the Frostbite Giant Spiders that came to Earth, they are trapped in a low-etheric environment and have no choice but to kill and prey indiscriminately to maintain their rank."
He could encounter any of the newly resurrected dragons, as long as they weren't legendary beings of the immortal rank.
He was eager to try his luck when he thought about the materials that the dragons would drop.
Dragons are treasures from head to toe; their scales, bones, flesh, and blood are all of extremely high value.
"After the dragon scourge in the North, less than half the number of dragons survived at the start of the scourge, and they've scattered across the continent. If I want to hunt dragons, I need to hurry."
If we don't hurry, that last dragonborn who appeared out of nowhere will crush Aldurian and end the dragon plague.
The image of the last dragonborn is not fixed. In the guides I have read, some people describe her as a warrior with a resolute face, while others describe her as a young and beautiful woman.
Why didn't the modpack author give it a fixed appearance?
Mordi was completely baffled, only knowing that the dragonborn had appeared out of nowhere, defeated Aldurian, and then disappeared just as inexplicably.
Since he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it and continued to recall the strategy guides he had read and the storylines he had experienced.
Near Baihe Town, on a mountain called Winter's Throat, there should be a white dragon that has recently been resurrected, which is considered one of the weaker ones among the resurrected dragons.
Moreover, it's an ice dragon, which is a perfect match for me. With the power I gained after absorbing the essence of the Frostbite Giant Spider, plus the pages as my trump card, I should be able to handle it.
He got up from the chair, stretched his limbs, and felt a surge of power within his body that was stronger than ever before.
The Frostbite Spider's bloodline has succumbed to the ancient blood, becoming part of his power, just like the Wendigo bloodline.
The inherited knowledge flowing in the bloodline of the Frostbite Giant Spider was also presented to him in fragments, filtered through the ancient blood.
Given time, he will surely be able to obtain the complete heritage of the Frostbite Giant Spider clan.
"After absorbing the essence, my bodily fluids have become infused with the toxicity of the Frostbite Giant Spider. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
Modi squeezed out a drop of blood that emitted a chilling aura and randomly grabbed a passing ghoul to test it on.
Not long after coming into contact with that drop of blood, the unfortunate ghoul let out a low growl, its temperature dropped lower and lower, and its movements became increasingly stiff.
It quickly turned from a ghoul back into a corpse.
"Maybe I could learn a trick to blindfold myself with blood and use it to assassinate the enemy... Wait, doesn't that mean if I did that kind of work, I might end up killing someone?"
He couldn't help but think about that scene.
It was warm when we went in, and cold when we came out; in a sense, we had become sworn brothers.
If that's the case, wouldn't he be destined to spend his whole life alone by an empty grave?
After a moment's hesitation, he decided to broaden his acceptable range.
"Actually, dragons aren't a bad option. At least they can use Transmutation magic to transform into humans, and most importantly, they have high poison resistance."
Thinking about it that way, I actually have quite a few options. There are so many extraordinary races; surely some have high poison resistance.
Although he is still limited to human form, he possesses a flexible moral bottom line and is no longer confined to the human realm.
"Gan, Wen, Cui, the three of you, put on your armor, take your weapons, and come with me."
The three obedient White Walkers stood still for a few seconds before realizing what he meant and following his instructions, they went to the storeroom to find equipment.
A moment later, three fully armed Frostblood White Walkers appeared before him.
They were dressed in plate armor, fully armed, covered with black robes, and held maces and battle axes in their hands.
Once the chill dissipates, no one can tell from their appearance that they are White Walkers; instead, they would seem to be elite soldiers from who-knows-where.
"They're quite impressive," Modi commented, glancing at the small ornaments on their armor.
Those were several pale white troll skulls, hanging from their belts, adding to their terrifying appearance.
"That's good. It can be used to deter enemies and reduce unnecessary trouble."
He nodded in agreement. Trolls weren't so easy to hunt; if you weren't careful, they could smash you into the air.
After thinking for a moment, Mordy also took the Wendigo skull, put on his armor, and used a chain to pass through its eye sockets and tie it to his right shoulder.
That's about right.
In the mirror, four burly men dressed in black robes stood together, exuding a repressive aura.
Such a team is capable of impersonating elite mercenaries.
"We're going to human villages next. You three, listen more and talk less. Do what I tell you to do, understand?" Modi instructed.
The White Walker named Gan raised his hand and gestured to indicate that they did not yet have the ability to speak.
"Well, it's all the same thing anyway," Modi sighed.
The project for Qizhi is still in the initial folder creation stage. For the next period of time, he will have to adapt to living with three low-intelligence White Walkers.