With the preliminary list of participants drawn up, Grimm returned to the metal fortress.
The newly captured ice dragon had already been sent to the Blazing Flame Monarch, and he was waiting for a suitable opportunity to trade it out through special channels. The Crimson Family's name had already been established after the banquet, and it had left a deep impression on many Magus families.
Now, the goblin Kabi was making use of his private circle, using the Blazing Flame Monarch's ability to provide high-quality dragons as a gimmick to slowly build up his brand. This made many Magi who had returned empty-handed feel excited. They went to the Blazing Flame Monarch every day, constantly inquiring about the details and timing of the next batch of dragons.
Some wealthy Magus families even provided Kabi with all the information they needed on the dragons' attributes and gender. They boasted that as long as the Crimson Family could provide them with a dragon that met their requirements, they would be willing to pay any price.
Kabi was even more astute. In the goblin shop on the first floor of the Blazing Flame Monarch's hall, he placed a dragon scale he'd pried off of the ice dragon Alentini. This way, Magi who came to the shop only had to examine the translucent, milky white dragon scale, and they would be able to roughly deduce the density of the dragon's bloodline and innate attributes.
In a short period of time, news of the Blazing Flame Monarch obtaining a new dragon spread like wildfire.
Many high-ranked Magi sent their own representatives to the Blazing Flame Monarch to discuss the purchase of the ice dragon with Gargamel and Kabi. In a short period of time, the Crimson Family stationed in the Blazing Flame Monarch had even surpassed the five great families, becoming the hottest rising family in the central continent's Tower Forest region.
However, all the Magi who belonged to the Crimson Family had gone into hiding, beginning a new round of seclusion.
They would be embarking on a journey to a new plane in three months, and before that, there was far too much preparation work to be done.
First of all, the latest batch of small-scale magic furnaces had to be completed as soon as possible.
Not only did the goblin Ripper that Tigule controlled need them as a source of energy, some large construction machines also needed the support of the magic furnaces. Hence, before entering the plane of Faern, Grimm had to ensure the safety of the Magi in his family.
Secondly, after advancing to rank 2, Grimm had been busy with plane expeditions all day. His old job of refining and researching elemental magic puppets had been slack.
Now that he was about to enter a mature, middle-ranked plane ruled by the gods, high-grade elemental magic puppets would become an indispensable support. Thus, Grimm had to use this last bit of free time to convert the high-grade elemental crystal cores he'd accumulated into necessary and suitable elemental magic puppets.
This was the quickest way to increase his strength!
Furthermore, in addition to these conventional methods, Grimm had also created the Plague Poison Spirit and the Sewing Puppet, giving him two more methods to deal with his enemies.
However, these two alchemy creations had their own independent souls and consciousnesses, so it would take a long time to nurture and nourish them in order for them to unleash their full potential. Therefore, he could only act as Grim's assistant for now and could not be used as his main combat force.
Additionally, three of the alien bugs with innate abilities that he had been nurturing in the Blazing Flame Monarch's secret room had matured, and they were about to undergo the second phase of bloodline experiments.
Grimm couldn't help but feel excited when he thought about how he could completely usurp the bloodline talent of a powerful race.
Up until now, it had become extremely difficult for Grimm to rely on daily meditation to increase his spiritual force after entering rank 2. At the end of the day, the original owner of his body was just an ordinary human acolyte with limited talent.
Grimm had relied on his perseverance and the help of the A.I. Chip to quickly reach rank 2. However, at this stage, the rate at which his spiritual force increased slowed down, and even showed signs of stagnating. If he didn't have any special methods to assist him, Grade 2 would be the limit of his current body.
If he wanted to take another step forward, he would have to tamper with the origin of his soul or bloodline.
Experiments on the soul and bloodline were extremely dangerous, and the slightest deviation would result in eternal damnation. Many Tier 2 Sorcerers had turned themselves into something that was neither human nor ghost, all because of some mishap in the process of modifying themselves.
Moreover, if this kind of problem involved the origin of one's soul or bloodline, it would be impossible to fix it even if one wanted to. The more changes they made, the more their soul and bloodline would deviate from that of a normal human, until they turned into a strange monster that no one could recognise.
One of the main reasons why the Crimson Family's Tier 2 Dragons were so popular was because the Dragon Race possessed a powerful physique and bloodline that was universally acknowledged. If they could uncover the secrets of the dragon bloodline, any high-ranked Magus would be able to open up a new bloodline development path.
Ignoring the inheritance of the dragon bloodline, just the long lifespan and powerful elemental innate talent from the dragon bloodline were things that human Magi envied. If they could turn themselves into a dragon bloodline Magus, they would be the strongest among Magi of the same rank.
Moreover, the longer he lived, the more time he would have to advance. Coupled with the powerful elemental energy from their bloodline, it would be easy for them to defeat Magi of the same rank.
Bloodline Sorcerers valued their bloodline power, Elemental Sorcerers valued their elemental power, and Physique Sorcerers valued their physical strength.
That was why living dragons were the most sought after bloodline creatures in the Sorcerer World!
Although Titans, Phoenixes, Hydras, and Behemoths were all bloodline creatures that were far more powerful than dragons, they were rare and hard to track. It was extremely difficult to capture them. That was why it was reasonable for dragons to be so sought after by high-ranked Magi.
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The Sorcerer World.
Wilning, the Northern Witch Territory.
As the seat of the Northern Witch Council, Wilning was a neutral territory that stood above the major factions. Especially in the past few years, the Witch Factions had opened up a secondary plane portal in Wilning, which made the place more and more lively.
Today was the day when the Pale Witch Faction opened up their plane. That was why there was a large crowd on the road to Wilning early in the morning.
When the ordinary caravans saw the arrival of the Witch Faction, they hid on both sides of the road early in the morning. The coachmen, handymen, guards, and other insignificant people all lay on the ground with their heads lowered, not daring to look up at the other party. Only the leaders of the caravans with noble titles could stand there and silently bow to welcome the other party.
Under their respectful gazes, a convoy of extremely tightly wrapped black horse carriages rumbled past their eyes. The four horses that pulled the carriages snorted and moved forward with all their might, looking extremely exhausted.
Ed? As the leader of Eddie's Chamber of Commerce, Sir Kingwell traveled this trade route all year round and was no stranger to such a scene. However, his youngest son, Finny, who followed him out for the first time, did not have such knowledge. He hid behind his father and secretly looked at the legendary witches' team while gently pulling on his father's sleeve.
"Father, which faction are these witches from?"
Although Finny's voice was soft, Ed was still shocked. He quickly turned around and scolded him in a low voice.
"Silence! Lower your head and look at the ground under your feet. Don't look directly at the carriages … "
At this moment, a group of black-armoured guards on both sides of the witches' caravans passed in front of the father and son.
Ed hurriedly covered his youngest son's mouth with his hand and turned around to bow to the black-armoured guards.
However, the black-armoured guards ignored Sir Ed in front of them and continued to escort the black carriages forward quickly.
However, at this moment, a carriage in front of Ed and his son ran over the stones in the middle of the road. The tightly wrapped curtains were raised high, revealing a horde of terrifying monsters that were stuffed inside.
From their appearance, they looked like a group of skinned humans that had been soaked in a stinky ditch for a few days and nights. Their entire bodies were pale, as if they had drowned. Their bodies were sticky and slippery, emitting a pungent stench.
They had no eyelids, and in their deeply sunken eye sockets were a series of milky, cloudy eyes. They were so white that not a single bit of black could be seen.
They seemed to be a group of inanimate objects, densely packed in the narrow carriage, not moving at all. However, when little Feeney's gaze landed on them, they immediately sensed a trace of the aura of a human being. Their slimy and slippery bodies abruptly shuddered, and began to writhe slightly as they frantically sniffed the aura in the air, becoming restless and uneasy.
The commotion in the carriage had obviously caused a chain reaction.
Soon, even the carriages around them began to shake violently. Occasionally, they could even hear the 'roars' of some terrifying monsters.
"What's going on … Who startled these ghouls?"
Unknowingly, two young witches were sitting on flying broomsticks in the sky, hovering above the black carriage without a sound.
Following a melodious and strange song, the restless carriages once again returned to peace, and the 'monsters' inside once again went silent.
It's the Witches of Death!
The experienced and knowledgeable Sir Ed immediately recognized the two witches based on the style of their robes and badges. His legs gave way, and he sat on the damp soil in shock. Little Fanny, who had made eye contact with the ghouls, had already fainted.
"Hmph, useless fellas … If you alert those big fellows in the other carriages, they'll definitely eat you all up … You, go inform the people at the front and tell them to pull back to a distance of 30 metres on both sides of the road …" The witch in charge of guarding the caravan cursed in annoyance. With a soft whistle, she once again rode on her oddly shaped broom and flew into the sky.
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