Chapter 87: War Of Civilizations Begins!
At this moment, the Dice slightly rotated, and a new piece of information suddenly appeared under the Equipment attributes.
「Break Curse」: Spell Sanctuary, soul of a Dragon Slayer or Thief, cleanse or soak with True Dragon blood, sacrifice to Dragon God Bahamut or Tiamat, make the Treasure part of another Dragon Race treasure trove.
“Huh, has the Dice evolved?” Anse was a bit surprised.
He had appraised cursed Magical Items before, but there was no method to Break Curse. It seemed that after he advanced to Elite Professional, the Dice had new changes too.
There were quite a few ways to Break Curse, but unfortunately each one was more harsh than the last. Sacrifice sounded simple, but he didn’t know the ritual, and in this current environment, whether he could contact the Dragon God was a big problem.
“Would my blood work?”
After hesitating for a moment, Anse ran into the Kitchen, closed the door, took out a wooden bowl, pierced his wrist with the Mithril Short Sword, and blood glowing faintly flowed out slowly, filling the bowl bit by bit.
“Feeling okay.”
But he felt his blood was at best equivalent to a Young Dragon, and the quantity was far short. After thinking, he injected two points of Psionic Energy into it.
“This is the innate Source of Mana born from the Dragon Bloodline, it should work.”
While the Mana had not yet dissipated, he steadily placed the bowl into the Dragonhide Pouch, then moved the fist-sized Elemental Orb and soaked it in the blood.
A layer of Mana Spiritual Light appeared on the Elemental Orb, flickering erratically.
“Feasible, but seems a bit short.” Anse’s spirits lifted.
He gritted his teeth, let another bowl of blood, injected all five newly recovered points of Psionic Energy into it, then sent it into the Dragonhide Pouch again.
This time the effect was significant. The Elemental Orb trembled slightly, soon calmed down, and the Curse description was gone from the attribute information.
Anse activated the Dragonhide Pouch, took out the blood bowl and Elemental Orb, used Prestidigitation to burn up the blood and wooden bowl, held the Elemental Orb, and grinned silently.
Knowledge is wealth. If that Shaman knew this method, he probably would have taken the path of Dragon Slayer long ago.
“Not quite right, I might not have even met the Green Marsh Tribe.”
Being a Dragon Slayer isn’t that easy, especially for True Dragons.
Young Dragons don’t leave their parents, and would those Professionals who can hunt Young Dragons and Adult Dragons really offend the Dragon Race for a few Magical Items?
This is a country ruled by Dragons; killing one can attract a nest.
It’s said that Green Dragon Queen Veridia has had multiple husbands and several Offspring. She isn’t giving birth now, but her Offspring are still breeding.
This is the “task” of the True Dragon Race. To gain freedom, at least one litter must be produced, otherwise how to maintain rule.
Anse pocketed the Orb, pushed the door open, and left the Kitchen.
Giant Tail had already returned and was chatting happily with the Green Dragonborn.
“What happened to you?” Salian looked at Anse’s somewhat pale face, his gaze showing some concern and curiosity.
“Nothing.” Anse smiled in response.
Though he lost some blood, it wasn’t a big problem; a good sleep and more food would replenish it.
“I remember there’s a spacious storeroom at the Bow, clear it out for Giant Tail to live in.” He felt he couldn’t mistreat this treasure-bringing kid.
“That’s what I thought too, already had someone clean it.” Salian thought Anse wanted to separate Giant Tail from the Crew Members’ quarters, and suddenly felt they were even more in sync, their thoughts aligning again.
“Mm.” Anse walked to Giant Tail’s side, patted his shoulder. “Get familiar with everyone, we set off tomorrow.”
“I like it here.” Giant Tail opened his somewhat scary big mouth, reeking of alcohol.
In the Emerald Kingdom, various Races are always fighting nonstop. Situations like multiple Races living harmoniously On the ship are rare, making him feel especially relaxed.
In the Tribe, he was the pillar, bearing the survival pressure of the whole clan. Here, he was just an ordinary Crew Member, with Big Shots above him, no need to worry so much.
Night fell, and the Halfling Chef began preparing Dinner.
Lizardfolk master Primal Magic and have strong ties to the Plane of Earth, but they are still flesh and blood at essence, love Meat, and have huge appetites.
Fortunately, there’s plenty of Meat On the ship for now, enough to feed him.
Anse ate a little simply, then returned alone to his Cabin for Meditation.
He was now Attuned to three Magical Items: Spell Storing Ring, King Butterfly Cloak, True Sight Ring. To use the Elemental Orb, he had to unequip one.
After thinking it over, he decided to remove the Spell Storing Ring. Losing one Fireball and one Scorching Ray wouldn’t matter much, but without life-saving Equipment, he’d feel insecure.
“Lizardfolk seem to have some connection to the Plane of Earth, ask him tomorrow if he has Earth Elemental Essence.”
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Golden sunlight sprinkled over the land, the lake surface shimmering beautifully.
The wind wasn’t strong today, but the Cloud Sail still billowed ceaselessly. 【Quesser】 cut through the water steadily, like drifting.
Anse stood at the Bow, facing the wind, a silver hollow Metal ball orbiting him gently, a streak of red light inside leaving faint afterimages in the air, somewhat eye-catching.
“Is that from that Shaman?” Salian frowned, hard to understand.
“Yeah.” Anse said vaguely.
“Doesn’t make sense, what do they want?” Salian pondered, with his years of Experience, there must be something fishy.
Giant Tail stood by, looking bewildered. As far as he knew, the tribe had no powerful Magical Items; even his shield and hammer were very primitive, quality propped up only by material.
Anse had asked Giant Tail; the Green Marsh Tribe had plenty of Earth Elemental shards, but only one complete Essence, on the staff passed down through generations of Shamans.
He was a bit regretful and had to give up. Having gotten so many good things for free, asking for more would be too shameless.
“Prepare for Combat—” Salian suddenly shouted.
The Crew Members became alert, even Giant Tail grabbed his club.
Anse looked up; many dark green Merfolk heads emerged from the distant lake surface, densely packed, a bit creepy.
However, they just watched quietly as 【Quesser】 left, without approaching or showing attack intent.
“Smart of them.” Giant Tail knocked his Shield, a new phrase he learned from the Green Dragonborn.
Anse and Salian exchanged a glance, saying nothing.
This Lake is very large, over a dozen kilometers north-south. The Elf Ship wasn’t fast, taking over two hours to leave.
After that, they entered a River with slow current but wide channel, convenient for sailing.
At noon, they encountered a Dragonborn Town right on the River bank.
Facing an unknown Force, the Dragonborn were cautious and rational, not attacking without reason, just sending people to trail and monitor from afar.
Giant Tail, as Guide, stayed by Salian’s side, but his expression grew more bewildered.
“This River… something’s wrong, why turn east?”
Salian had rich Wilderness Survival Experience and spotted the issue at a glance: “The River Water has changed course, look at the River beach…”
“I’ll go check.”
Anse activated the King Butterfly Cloak, flapped the Butterfly Wings, and flew upward.
Out of caution, he rarely flew high these past few days. The sky belongs to Dragons and flying Creatures; flying too high easily attracts trouble.
“If only there was Invisibility.”
While thinking, he had already reached high altitude over a thousand meters, wind whistling. He spread his Butterfly Wings, mimicking the nearby Greyhawk’s Posture for gliding—effective, steady and effortless.
From High Altitude, the terrain below came into full view.
After Realm Convergence, the Emerald Plains connected with Faerun, divided by the coastline.
South of Cloak Forest is Claw Peninsula, like a claw hooked into Sword Sea, forming a long north-south Bay with the mainland, dotted with many Towns, once a smuggler’s paradise.
And this Bay is still there!
The rivers of Emerald Plains wind and curve, extending to this Bay, now more like an inland Lake.
The River flows into the Bay from the “fingertip” of Claw Peninsula, right at the famous Dusk City.
But the bustling port City now was filled with smoke, everywhere in chaos, full of Shadow Figures chasing and killing.
Several Wyverns hovered over the City, occasionally diving to strike, grabbing people and dropping them from the air.
“That’s the Green Dragon Queen’s Wyvern Guard, the war has begun.” Anse pursed his lips, expression complex.
Two completely different Civilizations pressed together, conflict inevitable, and slaughter the most direct and effective way to resolve it.
