Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 214 - 175 Initiative Attack_1

Chapter 214: Chapter 175 Initiative Attack_1

This Supreme Fairy Wilderness Contract, just like the Magic Goddess’s Elect Template, is not something that anyone can obtain.

The ways to acquire it are also overly special.

But its formidable level is also beyond doubt.

Just as described above, he may not be a Yaling now, but he has basically obtained all the racial benefits of a Yaling.

At the very least, when he fights alongside Stelina in the future, he does not have to worry about her Autumnbreeze Protection affecting him.

There’s no need to mention the Fairy Step, this thing is super practical whether in close combat or long-range attacks. Last time, there were usage restrictions, but this time they’re gone.

It’s just that he does not know if he can become a Yaling Nobility.

Gaven thought a bit greedily.

But that was just wishful thinking.

Becoming a Yaling Nobility requires one to first elevate their Professional Level to Transcendent, then own a Fairy Wilderness territory of their own, attune to it, and cleanse their body with the power of the Fairy Wilderness.

Gaven and Virginia, whose relationship had made substantive progress, did not indulge in affectionate exchanges but actively prepared for battle instead.

The Erde Scouts from Dragon Oak Territory, the Pikespirit Scouts from Spring Bud Fortress.

One in plain sight and one in the dark, a large number was dispatched.

The authenticity of the information provided by the Jackalwere Monk was very easy to discern.

Once the Black Reaper started massively engulfing the Monster Tribe, the stir caused was definitely not small.

To guard against feigning an attack in one direction while attacking in another.

Not only Tear Lake Valley needed to prepare for war, but Eagle Cliff and Blackwell, especially Blackwell, were also gearing up.

Therefore, Gaven did not reinforce Tear Lake Valley with too many troops, mainly one hundred Gnolls from the Pitfall Tribe, plus one hundred from Erde.

More focus was on supplies, particularly on Tremor Bombs.

For this, Blackwell’s demolition mining and road blasting were all temporarily halted.

In return, all the able-bodied warriors from Nectar Village stayed at Eagle Cliff on standby.

At the same time, Virginia gifted Dragon Oak Territory a large number of Snare Packs.

These were bags filled with alchemically thickened substances that would explode on impact, rapidly harden upon contacting air, and, being highly tenacious, would entangle the target, severely impairing their movement and attacks.

Compared to their use on the ground, Gaven valued their effectiveness in the air, particularly in air combat; once wings were entangled, it was not as simple as halving the speed, but a direct crash.

If they had so many Snare Packs back when they were dealing with the Harpies, they would not have struggled so much, and their own casualties would have been greatly reduced.

Psychic Bullets and Snare Packs, a perfect match.

One to intimidate, one to entangle. If one cannot break free, they could be beaten half to death just by falling.

With the scouts returning, a large amount of information was compiled.

All the information pointed to one thing: everything that the Jackalwere Monk had said before was true.

A group of Jackalweres with pure black fur was extremely active not less than fifty kilometers from Tear Lake Valley, and could even be described as brazen.

They split into countless Hunting Teams.

The Hunting Teams varied in size, with the smaller ones having only a dozen or so members, and the larger ones no more than thirty to forty.

They struck in all directions, assaulting and capturing territories.

Those Monster Tribes that refused to surrender were simply trampled and subjected to unbridled slaughter.

Even those Monster Tribes that were willing to surrender were first put through harsh slaughter; the old, weak, sick, and disabled were basically not spared, leaving only the fittest to join the Hunting Teams.

Even when dealing with their own Jackalwere tribes, they employed similarly harsh methods, or rather, even harsher, because these tribes faced an evil sacrifice, using the lives of most Jackalweres to breed new Abyssal Jackalweres. Only the strong who had unlocked the Professional Template could survive; the rest were fit only to be sacrifices.

Such cruel methods were rare even among Monster Tribes.

After all, those Monster Tribes often prioritize the continuation of their race, and their cruelty and ruthlessness are usually directed only at foreigners. Towards their own kin, especially the young infants, they are usually full of pity. Even if they do not adopt them into their tribe, they would turn a blind eye, leaving them a chance at life.

The advantage of such a ferocious approach was also clear: the troops they gathered were all Elite, without the hindrance of the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

Gaven did not just sit around waiting for the Black Reaper to knock on the door; he took the initiative to Attack.

The forces he dispatched were not Gnoll armies, but two bomber dragons—a Young Red Copper Dragon and a juvenile Red Dragon.

Given that outsiders might not understand the relationship between the two dragons and Dragon Oak Territory, nor the alliance between Dragon Oak Territory and Spring Bud Fortress,

The actions of the two dragons were independent, waging war in a way that was consistent with their own behavioral patterns.

To confuse the enemy, the two put on several hard-to-discern aerial life-and-death chases in the Rocklands sky.

The reason it is said to be hard to discern

Is because no one knows whether the juvenile Red Dragon really had the impulse to catch up with Aivensa and deliver a fatal blow.

Aivensa did not give him any such opportunity.

The young Red Dragon could not catch up with her before, and it was even less likely now as she grew in power while Roderick lay buried, having gained many advantages and grown stronger.

The two dragons chased each other in the sky, attracting countless gazes in the Rocklands.

Most would merely sigh and remark, "Those two troublemakers are back again," and then pay them no further mind, for they had seen such acts over the past year too often to be intrigued.

Then came various passing scenes.

They saw below them a Hunting Team of Black Reaper Jackalweres launching an attack on a Monster Tribe.

Diving down, they delivered several lethal waves of Dragon Breath to those Black Reaper Hunting Teams.

This sudden intervention might have proven fatal for the Black Reaper Hunting Team.

Let’s not forget that the Monster Tribes wouldn’t just sit by and wait for death; once the Black Reaper Hunting Team was heavily damaged or disordered by Dragon Breath, they were bound to launch a frenzied counterattack. As of late, the Black Reapers’ notorious reputation was deterring to the Monster Tribes, but it also incited their courage and bloodlust.

Four or five hunting teams suffered severe setbacks.

The actions of the Black Reapers could no longer be as brazen and unrestrained as before—they had to start consolidating their forces.

The temporary encampment of the Black Reapers.

From high above, the camp’s layout was straight and even, resembling a massive barracks with all tents arranged neatly in rows.

Such orderly encampments are quite rare among the Jackalweres.

This group of agents of chaos and evil focused only on the attack, not on defense, and their encampments were usually messy, like makeshift kennels or junkyards.

The layout of this camp was more akin to the handiwork of the Hobgoblins.

Which was indeed the case.

Within the Black Reaper Camp, the number of Jackalweres was noticeably smaller than that of Hobgoblins.

However, those Jackalweres with dark fur and standing two sizes larger than the average were strutting around arrogantly, barely giving the Hobgoblins a straight look, clearly indicating their dominant status here.

The multitude of obsequious Hobgoblins bowed and scraped before them, fearful that any displeasure might cause a spear or sword to land upon them.

At the very center of the camp was a massive tent where an urgent military meeting was being convened.

Seated in the chair of honor was a Martial Monk Flind.

This Flind was clearly different from the common Flind, with pure black fur. Intimidating in size, he had broken through the medium size limit to large, towering over three meters, with bulging muscles all over his body. Even while seated, he was taller than most in the tent.

His eyes not only bore the characteristic brutality of the Jackalweres but also a sly cunning.

If one were to compare closely, this Flind bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to the Jackalwere Monk who had previously tipped off Gaven and his companions.

He was Nord, the great leader of the Black Reapers, the brother whom the Jackalwere Monk vowed to hunt down.

Nord’s fierce gaze swept over everyone in the tent and he said coldly, "Who can tell me what’s going on with the two dragons that are frequently attacking our hunting teams? Why wasn’t I informed of this before?"

"These two dragons have been nesting here for quite some time—one a Red Copper Dragon and the other a Red Dragon. They have always been at odds with each other, fighting to the death, but they’ve mostly been entangled with one another, rarely attacking other tribes.

At most, the Red Dragon, greedier than others, occasionally demands tributes from other tribes and only launches demonstrative attacks if not satisfied. A situation like the present one is unprecedented.

As such, we never regarded them as an obstacle to our eastward progression and thus did not mention it to you, our Leader.

As for the frequent attacks on us, there could be many possibilities.

The Red Copper Dragon may be driven by a pathetic sense of justice, disapproving of our way of doing things.

The Red Dragon, on the other hand, likely sees this as his territory. Our reckless actions here would certainly provoke him."

A tall, sturdy Hobgoblin stood up to answer.

If Susie were here, she would be astounded to recognize this Hobgoblin—it was her old acquaintance, Blood Claw.

It is unknown whether Blood Claw joined the Black Reapers of his own volition, seeking the power for revenge, or if he encountered them during his tribe’s migration and had no choice but to join.

Regardless of the circumstances, judging by his position, he seemed to fare well within the Black Reapers, at least ranking above most of the Abyssal Jackalweres.

"Yet, the ones you deemed not a hindrance have become our biggest obstacle," Nord growled, grinding his teeth. "What do you suggest we do?"

"Don’t even think about the Red Copper Dragon; he certainly won’t join us," answered Blood Claw. "But the Red Dragon is a different story. Such creatures are the greediest and lack any moral bottom line. If we prepare a generous enough offering to tempt it, and promise that we’re just passing through, not only will it cease its attacks, but it might even become employable by us. With it on our side, the Red Copper Dragon won’t pose a threat."

"Hiring a Red Dragon is indeed a sound idea, especially since we’re at a disadvantage in aerial combat," Nord’s gaze flickered, showing a trace of interest. "But how much are you referring to as a ’generous offering’?"

After all, we’re talking about a Giant Dragon, one of the greediest of all dragon kinds.

To satisfy its demand would require no small amount of Gold Coins.

"Obviously, the more the better," replied Blood Claw, who also lacked a solid concept, having never dealt with a Giant Dragon before.

"That’s as good as no answer," the great leader of the Black Reapers huffed coldly. "I will handle the payment. You will take care of hiring the Red Dragon."

Upon hearing this command, Blood Claw’s stern cheeks involuntarily twitched.

This mission was a classic life-and-death challenge.

Either succeed and return triumphantly or fail and become dragon fodder.

The likelihood of a third outcome was negligible.

"What’s the matter? Unwilling to go?" Nord asked with a toothy grin.

"Willing," Blood Claw said stiffly. "I was just considering how to find the Red Dragon and negotiate with him."

Meeting with the Red Dragon only might result in death.

But defying this one meant certain death.

The choice was obvious.

"That’s simple. After this, you’ll lead a hunting team out, and if those two Giant Dragons are still watching us, you have a fifty percent chance of encountering one," Nord suggested, a proposal very much in the Black Reaper style.

They regard themselves as the incarnation of Death on earth.

They are indifferent to the lives and deaths of others and of their own people.

Nord in particular is a prime example; he cares about no one’s life or death, except his own.