lovenovelstory Chapter 113 Dungeon Mutation
Chapter 113 Dungeon Mutation
After swallowing the Bird Dragon Jade, the overwhelming life energy that was too much for the Black Feather Eagle caused it to fall into a deep sleep.
Thor then summoned a squad of kobolds and ordered them to place the black-feathered eagle in a slightly larger cage and keep a close watch on it, after which he paid no further attention to it.
Looking out from the platform at the entrance of the nest, the surrounding low hills are almost all dyed a deep green.
The slender corn leaves swayed gently in the wind, and occasionally, the figures of evil creatures or humans would dart through them.
These humans were all captured from caravans. Thor didn't make things difficult for them, and his supervision wasn't too strict. He simply ordered them to work in the fields every day.
This gave some arrogant people the illusion that they could take advantage of the situation and try to escape. However, once they put their plan into action, they would soon become the prey of his evil creatures.
After all, the area within a radius of hundreds of kilometers is Thor's territory, and these people are just low-level professionals. With only two legs, how can they outrun the jackal people or beastmen with their keen sense of smell?
Anyone who tried to escape was caught within half an hour and executed in full view of everyone. After a while, the remaining humans naturally dared not entertain any more evil thoughts.
As for how to explain the reduced number of remaining people to the caravans...
Thor could only say that even if those caravans had ten times the courage, they probably wouldn't dare to come and argue with him.
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Wherever there are living beings, there will inevitably be class distinctions, and Thor's thousands of chaotic and evil creatures are no exception.
Kobolds, due to the trace amounts of dragon blood in their bodies and the preferential treatment they receive from Thor, enjoy a slightly higher status; while humans, because of their race and origin, are regarded as the lowest class.
Tasks like cleaning toilets and composting are all done by humans; even the most stinky and evil creatures don't want to get involved with feces.
However, there was one exception. A spot in the distance that Thor used specifically for relieving himself was treated as a sacred place by the kobolds, who guarded it around the clock.
After Thor defecates, his reddish-brown, hot, and metallic-looking excrement, resembling molten volcanic rock, is carefully collected by the kobolds after it cools down.
Finally, it was ground into powder and used as pigment. The older, more experienced kobolds would then draw strange patterns on the eggshells of the unborn cubs.
In this way, the magic originating from the red dragon can slowly seep into the hatching kobold embryos. Although some may stillbirths may occur, the offspring that successfully hatch will undoubtedly become stronger.
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About three days later, the sleeping black-feathered eagle awoke, its body now larger than before, its bright yellow claws covered in fine scales, and sharp fangs protruding from its hooked beak.
The energy of the Bird Dragon Jade is still working within its body, but transforming its body requires a large amount of material, and it urgently needs food at this moment.
After devouring nearly two kilograms of raw meat in one go, the falcon, which was already close to one meter tall and had begun to enter the ranks of ferocious animals, stopped eating and stared at the dog-headed man outside the cage with its sharp pupils, constantly emitting loud cries.
As it struggled, the wooden cage, which was over two meters in diameter, began to shake. The log beneath its feet, as thick as a wrist, made a slight "crack" sound, leaving clear scratch marks.
Seeing that the cage seemed about to fall apart, the kobolds standing nearby quickly took out long vines and reinforced the cage all around, then carried it and rushed towards the dragon lord's lair.
They weren't afraid that the raptor would harm them after escaping, but rather that they might accidentally injure the dragon lord's pet and then be unable to explain themselves.
Soon, the Blackfeathered Hawk was brought before Thor. When their two pairs of identical golden eyes met, the previously agitated Blackfeathered Hawk instantly became docile.
"You look good! You seem very energetic."
Thor stretched out his claws, pried open the cage, grabbed the black-feathered eagle's wing, and lifted it out of the cage like a chicken.
When the claws brushed against the feathers, a layer of keratinous scales could be seen on the skin underneath, and there were sharp claws at the ends of the wings.
"Judging from this change, is it turning into a bird dragon? I hope it doesn't lose its ability to fly and become a hopping chicken. That would be a huge loss."
Now that my little pet is awake, it's time to let it get back to work.
Thor cast his magical aura on the Black Feather Eagle once more, and the vision instantly shifted. The jet-black falcon soared into the sky again, flying south.
With its increased size, the Black Feathered Eagle's strength and stamina improved, and its flight speed also increased significantly. This time, it only took about two hours to see the familiar hill leading to the entrance of the abandoned underground city.
Just as Thor was about to enter through the cave entrance, his sharp eyes caught sight of a large patch of messy footprints in the thick layer of dust on the ground.
Something has already been here, and it was an intelligent being.
Realizing this, he immediately stopped, folded his wings, and approached a protruding rock on one side to carefully observe the marks.
Judging from the patterns at the bottom of the footprints, they were likely made by some kind of tough iron boots. They are slightly smaller than normal human footprints. Could they be from a short person like a goblin? Or perhaps—a dwarf?
This place was originally an abandoned dungeon left by dwarves, so it's not surprising that dwarves would appear here.
It's just a mystery why these short people, who have been gone for thousands of years, have returned this time. Do they want to inherit the wealth of their ancestors?
Thor, who had long regarded this abandoned underground city as his own territory, had no intention of returning it to its rightful owner.
He steered the Black Feather Eagle to the narrow crevice, plunged inside, quickly scanned the area, and, finding nothing amiss, swiftly emerged.
It seems that the dwarves who cannot fly haven't found a safe way to land yet, but who knows what will happen in the long run.
So Thor abandoned his search for treasure and began circling the hill in circles.
Even the main body, which had been lying in the nest, rushed out of the cave entrance. With a flap of its massive wings, it sped towards this place like a shooting star.
If those dwarves were just after some treasure, Thor would certainly be furious, but he wouldn't be as nervous as he is now.
The key issue is that an unknown creature is sealed inside the dungeon. Who knows if these dwarves who like to dig around might accidentally release it? If that happens, it will be a huge problem.
At that time, I might have to move overnight, and all the hard work I put into building up my territory over the past few months would be for naught.
Without those thousands of evil creatures under his command, who would provide him with enough essence to exchange for the various crystals and ores needed for his daily meals?