Chapter 810: Chapter 810: More Than I Imagined
A new art form is about to emerge, but it can’t be promoted all at once.
Fortunately, this world doesn’t need to evolve bit by bit. Zhao Guang can directly improve it internally. On Earth, these forms have long undergone a very complete evolution and development process.
People at various stages can easily feel its charm.
Of course, if it weren’t for the great development of information technology, these things wouldn’t have become niche.
But in this world, without such a massive information industry, expansion will likely be easy. Using the rural opera model from past times, expansion should be quite rapid.
However, this isn’t something Zhao Guang himself needs to handle; otherwise, what’s the point of having so many subordinates?
After ramping up efforts with more manpower, He Yun started working fervently.
And at this moment, Zhao Guang, having spent some time, finally set off with Sephidya.
With instant teleportation, they arrived at the target location by nightfall. They didn’t go further in because nothing could be seen much at night. Those flying dragons were resting at night, making it difficult to find them all.
With a Silver Dragon by his side, Zhao Guang didn’t need to deal with each flying dragon individually.
Early the next morning, as the flying dragons took to the sky for food, Sephidya finally made her move.
“Go, bring them all back to me,” Zhao Guang commanded, and a silver-white giant dragon soared into the sky, unleashing a tremendous burst of Dragon Power. The previously arrogant flying dragons suddenly became subdued.
If they weren’t somewhat distant, some of the flying dragons might have already fallen.
All the flying dragons promptly landed, softly vocalizing to Sephidya, afraid that a louder sound might be considered offensive.
“From now on, you are my subordinates,” was the meaning inherent in Sephidya’s roar. Because of the contract, Zhao Guang could understand part of the meaning within this roar.
This is not Dragon Language, just a simple way of communication between magical beasts.
Aside from a few particularly smart flying dragons, the other flying dragons couldn’t understand Dragon Language.
Because it wasn’t in their inherited memory, it’s difficult to learn, and nobody bothered to teach these flying dragons.
Dragon Language is used for casting Magic, not primarily as a communication language. Even if a flying dragon learned it, most couldn’t cast Magic and could only use some of their inherent special abilities.
With just a single roar, Zhao Guang realized all these flying dragons submitted.
It’s a form of bloodline suppression, which Zhao Guang noted was similar to his own Bloodline Rune in some areas.
Although not completely identical, it offered some inspiration. Eventually, he could further improve his Bloodline Rune.
But for now, it wasn’t useful, so Zhao Guang directly said to Sephidya, “Let these flying dragons sort themselves out, bring a day’s food, or eat until full, and then .”
From here, back to his territory, it would take less than a day at the flying dragons’ speed.
Only, when the flying dragons finished organizing, Zhao Guang found it peculiar.
“Why are there so many? Is there such a large group of flying dragons?” Zhao Guang was puzzled because most flying dragons formed groups of just a dozen or so, rarely exceeding thirty.
More than fifty would constitute a notably large tribe.
Originally, Zhao Guang thought so, but upon seeing them, he felt odd because there were more than a hundred flying dragons here. Though unable to form a complete Flying Army, a flying squadron was quite feasible.
Seeing such a large tribe of over a hundred flying dragons was truly rare.
You must know this place is close to the edge of the Elf Forest, an area of desolation.
Flying dragons need vast hunting grounds for survival, but this place isn’t very suitable. “More than I imagined, making it rather strange.”
Sephidya quickly explained, “They said their original living areas didn’t have any food left, so they had to come out. They weren’t initially a single tribe, but after merging several tribes, that’s why there are so many.”
Even more perplexed, Zhao Guang said, “No food? How can that be, even if there’s no food they could move elsewhere.”
After all, this is a forest, not some barren place; how can a forest lack food?
Moreover, it’s the Elf Forest; the ecological environment where Elves reside is always very good. And normal hunting won’t be obstructed by Elves, as it’s a natural part of life.
In the Elf Forest, unless Elves actively intervene, no tribe should be unable to sustain themselves.
Not to mention, flying dragons are usually high-tier creatures in the biological chain, and except for a few top-tier creatures, none are superior. In the Elf Forest, they are hard to find.
“They claim there’s just no food, and it’s scarce over a large area, forcing them to fly outward.”
Zhao Guang felt baffled. Could something have happened in the Elf Forest? However, it seemed unrelated to him; relations between Elves and Humans aren’t great, mostly just a surface-level connection maintained.
Conversely, their relations with Beastmen are better.
Luckily, they don’t border Humans directly, or there’d be frequent skirmishes—small ones every few days and major ones every few days. On his way here, Zhao Guang even saw some slave merchants wandering around.
But Zhao Guang didn’t care; he had no grudge with Elves, nor did his territory have any Elf Slaves.
No, in fact, his territory didn’t even have any Elves, only some Half-Elves.
Although slave merchants often pitched Elf Slaves to him, Zhao Guang didn’t buy them. In the past, it seemed useless, but now this attitude might leave Elves with no ill feelings toward him.
The reason for this thought was Zhao Guang’s mental perception had detected a group of Elves coming.
On closer inspection, it was an acquaintance he’d met while dealing with the Golden Giant Dragon. Unexpectedly, that person now led a team. In terms of strength, it was impressive, having reached an Advanced level.
“Hello, Human warrior, or should I say Lord of Xuanwu Territory, I wonder what brought you to our Elf Forest?”
Clearly, these Elves are not completely closed off, at least they recognize him. But are you serious with this guard, where the highest among you is just an Advanced-level Elf Archer thinking of posing a threat to me?
If I truly wanted to take action, you all would have perished when you didn’t even see me.
Yet, Elves remain elegant, even when on guard.