Chapter 593
Chapter 593 Mary’s Fury
War between dragon lords wasn’t rare, even in Lance.
The eternal theme of wars between human kingdoms was land, resources, and population. Here on Lance, the causes of war were all sorts of trivialities– things like not liking the look of another dragon, having been made fun of by a particular dragon, and the like.
With war comes victories and defeats!
As the direct subordinates of the dragon lords, the dragonborn were often the main forces fighting at the very front line. That meant that they often faced the difficult choice of being captured or being killed!
The dragonborn were slaves created by the dragon lords and were implanted with soul brands that made them forever loyal to their masters at the moment of their birth. Dragonborn like Zacha, who had their soul contract completely transferred, were extremely rare.
Dragonborn lords like him only usually became the servants of a new dragon lord once their own lord had lost the war. However, the first and foremost recipient of their loyalty would still be their old master, as long as their old master was still alive. That was why their new masters wouldn’t trust them either, instead choosing to use them to procure ransom from their original masters.
If the master of the defeated dragonborn refused to pay the ransom, then the new master would have the absolute right to do whatever they wished with the dragonborn. To kill them or sell them off; the new master decided everything.
Mary could perfectly sense all flowing blood within a hundred meters and could achieve a certain level of resonance with that blood. If the target creature was not protected by magic, then Mary could even cause their blood to boil.
It couldn’t actually be considered magic anymore. It was simply and purely a racial power.
All weak lifeforms would lose all ability to resist before Mary. She didn’t even need to lift a single finger. All she had to do was activate her racial power, and the opponent would die to their own boiling blood.
These three dragonborn spellcasters were taken down before they even had a chance to strike back!
Everything started to clear up as the dense blood mist slowly returned into Mary’s body.
The three dragonborn spellcasters had turned into three withered corpses. They lay upon the ground with not a trace of observable life within them. Mary lightly licked her bright red and seductive lips as she walked out of the mist with a look of satisfaction.
She was even softly wiping away the blood stains on her face with a pure white handkerchief as she walked.
The handkerchief had turned crimson red by the time she arrived before Zacha.
She turned around with the speed and force of a whirlwind and coldly asked with a harsh expression on her face,
“Does anyone else have an opinion?”
Her voice wasn’t very loud, but all the dragonborn prisoners shrunk backward out of fear.
Who would’ve thought, and who would’ve known that this seductive and beautiful human female adept was also a terrifying Second Grade. Moreover, the power she possessed was more than enough to obtain the respect of the dragonborn!
No wonder even a great dragonborn like Zacha would bow before her.
The dragonborn prisoners all lowered their heads. No one dared to look directly at this female adept.
“Bring them back!”
“The rest of you, clean up the battlefield.”
The remaining adepts and magical machines started to carefully and completely clean up the battlefield, while Zacha propped himself up and led the dragonborn back to the metal fortress.
The Crimson Clan had paid quite a considerable price for the victory in this battle. They would have to regain their losses through the spoils of war.
All destroyed magical machines had to be retrieved, regardless of the extent of the damage. Those that had sunken into the swamp had to be fished out as well. They might have lost their combat ability and were mostly left with only their empty shells, but they could be melted down and reforged if they were sent back to the metal fortress.
The fully functioning smelting factories, alloy workshops, and assembly lines of the metal fortress were also in great need of raw materials. Returning the damaged magical machines to the forges would undoubtedly help save plenty of metal ores.
The dragonborn corpses were also biological resources of great value.
The flesh of the wind dragonborn last time had produced decent wind indurium upon being combined with magical alloys. The indurium had provided the Crimson Clan with fairly large returns upon being transported back to the World of Adepts. There were even more fire dragonborn corpses this time. The Crimson Clan would be able to reap even more returns as long as they were able to create a suitable magical metal material with the corpses.
The Crimson Clan might appear to have suffered high losses in this battle, but these wastes could all be recuperated in a short amount of time. The metal fortress only needed around ten days at full operational capacity to replace the lost magical machines. All they had to do was clear up the battlefield and take all the spoils with them.
The only thing that the Crimson Clan had lost was some metal ores they had dug up from the depths of Azurelode.
Would they ever lack magical machines with such a rich mine right behind their backs?
The Crimson Clan had solidly established themselves upon Lance with this minor victory.