Longzang

Chapter 898 Bleeding and Pouring Blood onto the Knife
Bird-dragons are actually quite formidable adversaries. Although they are not fast, their innate supernatural abilities cover a vast area and can be stacked. Moreover, they are incredibly strong, possess surging magical power, and have thick hides. Even a power-based sorceress like Tianyu, wielding a bow and arrows made of barren steel, cannot shoot them down. They are practically mobile aerial fortresses.

Faced with the moving firestorm, the fortress's shaman took the initiative, unleashing five massive weapons that spun and slashed at the avian dragons. Among them, a ten-zhang-long double-edged sword was the most terrifying, moving with incredible speed. It sliced ​​into the avian dragon horde with a black and red light, circled around once, and then flew back, instantly causing a rain of blood to erupt in the air as more than ten avian dragons fell to the ground.

The other wild sorcerers threw out spinning weapons with relatively less power, each killing only a few avian dragons.

The tribe suffered heavy losses. A pheasant several times larger than its kin let out a sharp cry, and suddenly a rain of fire appeared above the fortress, falling in large swaths. Some of the weaker shamans were unable to dodge in time and were immediately burned, rolling on the ground and howling.

The flying avian dragons each carried two large orbs on their claws. From a distance of thousands of feet, they hurled the orbs towards the fortress. The orbs then disintegrated in mid-air, revealing countless small, huddled beasts. In the blink of an eye, the fortress was filled with these small beasts, numbering in the tens of thousands.

The shamans were unfazed and simply guarded their respective gates and main thoroughfares. Inside the fortress, apart from a few main crisscrossing roads, the rest of the paths were extremely narrow, with high walls on both sides. Placing two stone slabs could immediately seal off an entire road.

At this moment, the wild insects, war beasts, and fire demons had also reached the city walls and begun their siege. Although the fire demons could easily leap hundreds of feet in one bound, they obediently climbed the walls to attack the city.

The powerful shamans roared, wielding their incredibly heavy weapons, smashing and killing hordes of attacking wild demons. However, occasionally one or two shamans would be accidentally dragged off the city walls by fire demons. Whenever this happened, the molten dragon would leap out of the city and snatch the shaman back from the Demon Mountain of the Insect Sea.

The battle lasted for four hours straight, until most of the Flame Demons were killed before they retreated.

The battle raged for four hours, and Wei Yuan watched quietly for the same time. Not far from him, four powerful shamans stood guard, preventing any war beasts from approaching him.

To the powerful sorcerers, Wei Yuan just stared blankly, as if he were terrified. But in Wei Yuan's mind, another bookshelf had appeared, with hundreds of empty spaces reserved for books, and over a hundred Wei Yuans had begun analyzing the data from this battle.

In just one battle, Wei Yuan gleaned a great deal. The reserve force had already been replaced four times, with the intervals between replacements not fixed but varying according to the battlefield situation. This demonstrated that the Molten Dragon was truly a master strategist, and his command in battle was exceptional.

In addition, over 70% of the Power Wizards were injured in this battle. Hundreds of Power Wizards were dragged outside the city by the Flame Demons, but 90% were forcibly rescued by the Molten Dragon. The remaining four Wild Wizards worked together to save another 10%, and only one Power Wizard truly died in battle.

The Molten Dragon's strength is unfathomable, while the other four Desolate Witches are clearly differentiated in strength. Flame Tiger is obviously more capable of killing than defending, and his physical body is weaker than the other Desolate Witches, but his killing power is a notch above. However, on the battlefield of the Desolate Realm, a strong physical body is the most important thing. Only by being able to withstand attacks can one inflict damage and achieve results.

The flexibility of the Flame Demons' bodies exceeded Wei Yuan's expectations. Many Flame Demons had half of their bodies smashed flat, but they could still get up and fight, as if that half of their bodies did not belong to them.

After analyzing the data from the entire battle, Wei Yuan pondered how to obtain the luck of these power witches.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes slightly, his memory frozen on a certain moment on the battlefield. He then identified all the powerful shamans in the memory image and marked the armor, weapons, and unique supernatural combat techniques they used.

Once the image processing was complete, Wei Yuan switched to another instant and repeated the above steps. After a short while, he had marked and recorded all the Power Witches and Wild Witches.

At this moment, a powerful shaman said, "The battle is over, and you can move freely now. However, the wild beasts and fire demons have very long lifespans. Many of them can still bite shamans even when they only have one mouth left. It's best not to get close. Let's wait until we've cleaned up the battlefield."

Wei Yuan nodded and returned to his courtyard, instructing Lie Sanyi and Zhengang to bring out all the tools. As expected, several powerful warriors soon arrived with damaged magical artifacts, hoping Wei Yuan would repair them.

The first power-wielding shaman presented a massive, heavy steel cleaver. The blade was extremely heavy, with numerous large and small nicks and chips, many overlapping each other, clearly indicating it hadn't been properly repaired in a long time.

Wei Yuan reached out and touched the blade, immediately sensing an extremely heavy aura of fortune, with an equally dense karmic force. The fortune and karma intertwined, suppressed deep within the blade, already showing faint signs of developing sentience. If this blade were to develop sentience, it would likely be a very rare and malevolent spirit.

Wei Yuan carefully sensed for a moment before opening his eyes. He saw five eyes of different sizes staring intently at him, their eyes filled with suspicion.

"Can this knife still be repaired?" asked the Five-Eyed Mage.

Wei Yuan didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "Why didn't you fix it before? Now that it's been delayed, it's very difficult to fix." The three big eyes of the powerful witch glared at him angrily and said, "What do you mean by 'delayed until now'?! Do you not know how to fix it at all?" His roar was like thunder, but his other two small eyes were secretly observing Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan had already retrieved the shaman's information from his memory; his codename was Mad Bull, and he belonged to the ranks of mid-level soldiers. According to his combat data, his real eyes were actually the two outermost, most inconspicuous small eyes; the remaining three large eyes each had different uses, but none of them were for seeing people.

Wei Yuan didn't reveal the truth, but pointed to the two gaps and said, "These two are new losses from today's battle. They are the wounds left from cutting off the Iron Claw of the Bird Dragon and killing a Flame Demon."

Mad Bull was instantly shocked: "How did you know?!"

Wei Yuan remained silent, saying calmly, "If you had done the repairs earlier, one of these defects wouldn't exist, and the other would be much smaller."

Mad Bull abandoned all his contempt and said, "As expected of a master weapon refiner, is there any hope for my sword?"

"Why didn't you fix it before?" Wei Yuan asked again.

This time, Mad Bull was much more obedient, saying, "The previous weapon refiner wasn't skilled enough and said it couldn't be repaired at all, so he told me to get a new one. But I'm attached to this knife and can't bear to throw it away. Once, I was about to throw it away, but then I heard... it crying."

"Where is the previous weapon refiner?"

"That guy was a fraud. He ruined a lot of equipment and almost got beaten to death by his brothers. In the end, Lord Molten Dragon saved him and sent him back."

Tianyu, who had been silent all along, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Before his exile, some of his old cronies had secretly approached him, asking him to find a way to impersonate a weapon refiner so he wouldn't have to go to the front lines. Now Tianyu realized that if Wei Yuan hadn't come along, and if he had listened to his so-called friend's secret method, he would have been dead for sure.

Wei Yuan glanced at Tianyu seemingly casually, then said to Mad Bull, "Your knife is indeed a treasure; it's a real shame it's with you. Do you want to save it?"

Mad Bull was taken aback, then overjoyed, saying, "As long as it can be fixed, I'll give you my life!"

"I don't need your life, but I need a lot of blood. Drain the blood and pour it on the knife. I said stop, and I kept stopping."

Mad Bull gritted his teeth, pulled out his dagger, and slashed his own arm fiercely! Hot blood immediately gushed out, splattering onto the blade. Wei Yuan sat motionless, staring intently at the knife.

Hot blood poured onto the blade instantly evaporated, turning into mist and dissipating. Under the mad bull's magical power, hundreds of pounds of blood were poured down in the blink of an eye, causing even the powerful sorcerer's face to turn pale, and various afterimages began to appear before his eyes.

Mad Bull gritted his teeth and bled while rubbing his eyes vigorously, saying, "Strange, why can't I see clearly?"

Seeing the mad bull still spitting blood and on the verge of death, the surrounding shamans were extremely anxious. Some were about to shout curses, but were pulled back by their companions. However, their companions could not hide their thoughts either, their faces clearly saying, "If this is ineffective, I will tear you to pieces."

Wei Yuan waited patiently until Mad Bull's consciousness became hazy, and finally made a connection with the luck and karma hidden in the blade. Wei Yuan made a decisive move, let out a wild roar, raised the forging hammer high, and brought it down with a thousand streams of human luck and a hundred streams of sacrificial power!

With a single clang, like a bell tolling in an empty mountain, the echo lingered for miles around.

(End of this chapter)