Chapter 61: 060 Reason_l
Translator: 549690339
“These Underground Gnomes are probably related to you…”
Otto’s thoughts were not as simple as Red Dragon Blagkite’s; these dark-skinned dwarves obviously didn’t belong in Sulfur Mountains or Nolan Forest.
“Who knows…”
“It seems you still haven’t learned your lesson…”
Otto once again violently shook Moray, who had been squeezed into an irregular shape. He only stopped when Moray began to beg for mercy.
“Maybe you’re not much different from the foolish Red Dragon. Is it so hard to realize your current situation? When I ask you something, just answer, understand?”
“Urgh… I understand…l understand… Urgh… You’re right, I’ll… Urgh… I’ll straighten up my attitude…”
A moment later, Moray, who had become much more honest, explained, “These Underground Gnomes were also brought by me. I gave the magic wand engraved with mind-guiding spells to that foolish Red Dragon through them.”
“They don’t seem like races living nearby…”
“Of course!”
Moray gave a definite answer, then continued, “They are all races I brought from the Dark Domain and one of the raw materials for my constant resurrection of the undead.’
Unlike ordinary liches, Moray apparently understood the principle of sustainable development. He would raise a bunch of easy-to-raise humanoid creatures for himself.
From them, he would continuously acquire materials to convert into undead. These included Underground Gnomes, as well as Ogres and Minotaurs…
“Dark Domain?”
Otto looked at Moray, surprised, who was once again squeezed into a ball in his hand. “You never told me anything about this. You came from the Dark Domain…”
Soon, Moray said innocently, “You never asked me…”
“Alright then…”
Otto glanced at the light ball in his mind, which currently displayed several unread messages.
“Successfully swallowed one-way portal, gained one-way teleport ability: Dark Domain —Y Arcadia…”
“Successfully swallowed Giant Ghost elite, gained Phantom Insubstantiality…” From the feedback provided by the light ball, it seemed to be true.
This teleport ability was somewhat useless; not only was it one-way, but the starting point was set in the Dark Domain.
Moreover, swallowing the Giant Ghost didn’t grant him any magic ability.
That disappointed Otto, but then again, the Ghost was probably just Moray’s vessel.
To prevent Moray from leaving any tricks on these Underground Gnomes, Otto directly burned them into charcoal with a Flame Breath.
“What a waste…”
Moray regretted, “Underground Gnomes are not suitable for combat, but they can mine and are smart and flexible. They can help with many magical studies and engage in production…”
Of course, he would not mention that he had indeed left some traps in these Underground Gnomes.
Otto didn’t care, and asked further, “What other races have you brought besides these Underground Gnomes?”
“Hmm… There are many. Let me think…”
Moray listed them one by one, “There are Manticores, Orcs, Minotaurs, Death Hounds, Dreadclaw Monsters, and so on, but most of them are probably dead by now…”
Otto frowned. Wasn’t this almost the entire lineup of the Red Dragon’s Flame Legion? He realized all his assets were basically from someone else.
Under these circumstances, even if the Red Dragon ultimately defeated the Green Dragon, Moray could easily have these monsters hunt down the exhausted Red Dragon.
“However, those Wyverns were indeed tamed by him himself. The name of a Red Dragon is quite useful sometimes…”
Apart from Wyverns, Gnolls and Kobolds were basically natives of Nolan Forest and Sulfur Mountains. Moray didn’t mention these.
But Otto had been in Nolan Forest for so long that he knew about these races too.
“I’m curious, what is your objective?”
Otto asked, “Could it be that a Legendary Witch Demon merely aims for the corpses of two adult dragons? Or is there any secret buried deep within Nolan Forest and Sulfur Mountains?”
“Don’t think too much. Actually, I just wanted to protect myself…”
Moray sighed and said, “Indeed, my goal is the bodies and souls of these two adult dragons…”
“You want to refine two Bone Dragons? That requires a lot of time and materials. Maybe before you finish refining them, a powerful Golden Dragon will appear, preaching justice and burning you and the Bone Dragons to ashes with its dragon breath…”
Moray was taken aback, then laughed, “You have a point, but I don’t care for crude Bone Dragons…”
“Then what is worthy of a Legendary Witch Demon’s identity?”
After a brief silence, just as Otto was about to apply more shaking torture,
Moray finally spoke, “As I said before, I only wanted to protect myself at first.”
He seemed a bit self-mocking, “You may not believe me, but in the Dark Domain, I was a genuine Legendary Witch Demon. I wouldn’t even care about a magical Dragon Beast like you, let alone an Ancient Dragon…”
Even the weakest White Dragon, upon reaching the Ancient stage, would possess power far beyond ordinary legends—a talent that other races could only envy.
Suddenly, Moray asked, “If it wasn’t for the Death Lord’s curse, I wouldn’t have just this little power here. The story I’m about to tell may be a long one. Are you sure you want to hear it?”
Otto nodded in confirmation, and Moray no longer hesitated, beginning his narration.
“Anyway, now the Safety Link has been severed, there’s no harm in telling you.
Maybe one day, you’ll face the same dangers as me…”
“The path of a lich is lonely. As my power grew stronger and I stepped onto the path of legends, I had no friends or companions of the same level around me…”
“But I didn’t care about that. Emotional entanglements were only obstacles hindering my growth. Instead, I was more interested in pushing forward on the path of magic. What troubled me was that I didn’t have enough manpower to develop new spells…”
No matter the era, mages have always been an expensive profession, and liches are no exception.
Most of the mature spells in the world have been hammered out by countless mages pouring money and time into them. Meanwhile, talented individuals are the most valuable asset.
Of course, talents like Sofia, who could easily develop an entirely new spell, are still rare.
“Even the smartest and nimblest Underground Gnomes can only be helpers in most cases. So, sometimes, I still need some magic apprentices with sufficient knowledge…”
“Underground Gnomes, Dore Elves, and even some Orcs are good choices. Sometimes, other weak liches will come to join me, and I usually accept them all, as there can never be too many hands to work on research….”
Chapter 61: 060 Reason_l
Translator: 549690339
“These Underground Gnomes are probably related to you…”
Otto’s thoughts were not as simple as Red Dragon Blagkite’s; these dark-skinned dwarves obviously didn’t belong in Sulfur Mountains or Nolan Forest.
“Who knows…”
“It seems you still haven’t learned your lesson…”
Otto once again violently shook Moray, who had been squeezed into an irregular shape. He only stopped when Moray began to beg for mercy.
“Maybe you’re not much different from the foolish Red Dragon. Is it so hard to realize your current situation? When I ask you something, just answer, understand?”
“Urgh… I understand…l understand… Urgh… You’re right, I’ll… Urgh… I’ll straighten up my attitude…”
A moment later, Moray, who had become much more honest, explained, “These Underground Gnomes were also brought by me. I gave the magic wand engraved with mind-guiding spells to that foolish Red Dragon through them.”
“They don’t seem like races living nearby…”
“Of course!”
Moray gave a definite answer, then continued, “They are all races I brought from the Dark Domain and one of the raw materials for my constant resurrection of the undead.’
Unlike ordinary liches, Moray apparently understood the principle of sustainable development. He would raise a bunch of easy-to-raise humanoid creatures for himself.
From them, he would continuously acquire materials to convert into undead. These included Underground Gnomes, as well as Ogres and Minotaurs…
“Dark Domain?”
Otto looked at Moray, surprised, who was once again squeezed into a ball in his hand. “You never told me anything about this. You came from the Dark Domain…”
Soon, Moray said innocently, “You never asked me…”
“Alright then…”
Otto glanced at the light ball in his mind, which currently displayed several unread messages.
“Successfully swallowed one-way portal, gained one-way teleport ability: Dark Domain —Y Arcadia…”
“Successfully swallowed Giant Ghost elite, gained Phantom Insubstantiality…” From the feedback provided by the light ball, it seemed to be true.
This teleport ability was somewhat useless; not only was it one-way, but the starting point was set in the Dark Domain.
Moreover, swallowing the Giant Ghost didn’t grant him any magic ability.
That disappointed Otto, but then again, the Ghost was probably just Moray’s vessel.
To prevent Moray from leaving any tricks on these Underground Gnomes, Otto directly burned them into charcoal with a Flame Breath.
“What a waste…”
Moray regretted, “Underground Gnomes are not suitable for combat, but they can mine and are smart and flexible. They can help with many magical studies and engage in production…”
Of course, he would not mention that he had indeed left some traps in these Underground Gnomes.
Otto didn’t care, and asked further, “What other races have you brought besides these Underground Gnomes?”
“Hmm… There are many. Let me think…”
Moray listed them one by one, “There are Manticores, Orcs, Minotaurs, Death Hounds, Dreadclaw Monsters, and so on, but most of them are probably dead by now…”
Otto frowned. Wasn’t this almost the entire lineup of the Red Dragon’s Flame Legion? He realized all his assets were basically from someone else.
Under these circumstances, even if the Red Dragon ultimately defeated the Green Dragon, Moray could easily have these monsters hunt down the exhausted Red Dragon.
“However, those Wyverns were indeed tamed by him himself. The name of a Red Dragon is quite useful sometimes…”
Apart from Wyverns, Gnolls and Kobolds were basically natives of Nolan Forest and Sulfur Mountains. Moray didn’t mention these.
But Otto had been in Nolan Forest for so long that he knew about these races too.
“I’m curious, what is your objective?”
Otto asked, “Could it be that a Legendary Witch Demon merely aims for the corpses of two adult dragons? Or is there any secret buried deep within Nolan Forest and Sulfur Mountains?”
“Don’t think too much. Actually, I just wanted to protect myself…”
Moray sighed and said, “Indeed, my goal is the bodies and souls of these two adult dragons…”
“You want to refine two Bone Dragons? That requires a lot of time and materials. Maybe before you finish refining them, a powerful Golden Dragon will appear, preaching justice and burning you and the Bone Dragons to ashes with its dragon breath…”
Moray was taken aback, then laughed, “You have a point, but I don’t care for crude Bone Dragons…”
“Then what is worthy of a Legendary Witch Demon’s identity?”
After a brief silence, just as Otto was about to apply more shaking torture,
Moray finally spoke, “As I said before, I only wanted to protect myself at first.”
He seemed a bit self-mocking, “You may not believe me, but in the Dark Domain, I was a genuine Legendary Witch Demon. I wouldn’t even care about a magical Dragon Beast like you, let alone an Ancient Dragon…”
Even the weakest White Dragon, upon reaching the Ancient stage, would possess power far beyond ordinary legends—a talent that other races could only envy.
Suddenly, Moray asked, “If it wasn’t for the Death Lord’s curse, I wouldn’t have just this little power here. The story I’m about to tell may be a long one. Are you sure you want to hear it?”
Otto nodded in confirmation, and Moray no longer hesitated, beginning his narration.
“Anyway, now the Safety Link has been severed, there’s no harm in telling you.
Maybe one day, you’ll face the same dangers as me…”
“The path of a lich is lonely. As my power grew stronger and I stepped onto the path of legends, I had no friends or companions of the same level around me…”
“But I didn’t care about that. Emotional entanglements were only obstacles hindering my growth. Instead, I was more interested in pushing forward on the path of magic. What troubled me was that I didn’t have enough manpower to develop new spells…”
No matter the era, mages have always been an expensive profession, and liches are no exception.
Most of the mature spells in the world have been hammered out by countless mages pouring money and time into them. Meanwhile, talented individuals are the most valuable asset.
Of course, talents like Sofia, who could easily develop an entirely new spell, are still rare.
“Even the smartest and nimblest Underground Gnomes can only be helpers in most cases. So, sometimes, I still need some magic apprentices with sufficient knowledge…”
“Underground Gnomes, Dore Elves, and even some Orcs are good choices. Sometimes, other weak liches will come to join me, and I usually accept them all, as there can never be too many hands to work on research….”
