Longzang

Chapter 914 A Gentle Push

The number of Flame Demons captured in this battle was ten times that of the past, mainly thanks to the Binding Nether Rope created by Wei Yuan, and the Low-pitched Wild Roar that could stun the Flame Demons.

More than fifty of the powerful sorcerers were killed, and more than a dozen were seriously wounded or disabled. This was a considerable loss, as casualties in previous battles were in the single digits. Wei Yuan's all-steel team, on the other hand, fully demonstrated its combat power, killing the most enemies among the hundred sorcerers, with only two sorcerers seriously wounded.

Everyone knows the benefits of raw steel, but in the past, it wasn't much. However, Wei Yuan has produced hundreds of thousands of catties of raw steel in recent days, which sounds like a lot, but in reality, it's barely enough to equip a hundred or so power-wielding shamans. But current production capacity is already at its limit, and even that shaman has lost weight.

The shaman thought that roaring was no big deal, but he didn't expect that he would roar day and night. Each roar consumed a lot of his shamanic power and energy. One roar was much more tiring than a battle with the beautiful shaman.

But this shaman was a proud man; having made such a boast, he refused to back down. Moreover, this concerned the safety of the entire fortress, so he gritted his teeth and persevered. When he could no longer hold on, he burned the fat on his body that contained terrifying shamanic power, resulting in him losing a considerable amount of weight.

When taking inventory of the battlefield, the power shamans picked out the living fire demons one by one and set them aside.

At this moment, a shaman patted Wei Yuan and said, "Groundhog, the boss asked me to show you the whole process of dealing with the Flame Demon."

"Alright!" Wei Yuan agreed without hesitation. In the past, the process of dealing with the Flame Demons was kept secret, carried out only by the priestly troops directly under the Molten Dragon. Now, it was clear that even the most core secrets had been shared.

The shaman said, "Don't rush to see the living; let's go see the dead first."

The weapons and armor of the dead fire demons were removed, and their corpses were moved by the molten dragon's men to a special morgue. This morgue was surrounded by high walls, and sunlight was reflected off the rock surfaces, causing the temperature inside to rise to an extreme. Under the terrifying heat of the wasteland, these fire demons would turn into mummies in less than half a day.

Once each small pile of corpses was arranged, a shaman would come and pour a special oil over the bodies.

The Wild Witch said, "These oils come in two types. One is extracted from Wild Insects, and the other is extracted from the skin of Bird Dragons. Bird Dragon oil is of higher quality, but there is very little of it. Wild Insect oil is enough for ordinary Flame Demons. Only Imperial Flame Demons need Bird Dragon oil."

The corpses were piled against the wall, with only a small altar in the center. The Flame Demon that the Molten Dragon had slain was placed on the altar. Several priests were around it, removing its internal organs.

Wei Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Can I go take a look?"

The shaman was taken aback, then said, "Of course you can. But what's so interesting about that?"

"Curious." Wei Yuan walked to the edge of the altar and observed it carefully.

The internal organs of the Imperial Flame Demon were clearly different from those of ordinary Flame Demons, being several times, even ten times, larger in proportion to its body size. The priests removed the internal organs one by one and sorted them neatly. Finally, they placed the now-empty corpse in the center of the altar and poured dragon oil into the cavity.

Under the terrifying sunlight of the three suns, the fire demon's corpse rapidly shrank and withered, quickly turning into a desiccated corpse. Then the priests ignited the pile of corpses, flames shooting into the sky, the heat forcing them to retreat from the morgue. At this point, the temperature in the morgue was hot enough to melt lead.

The shaman said, "Let's go. It will take a long time to burn. Once it's completely burned, they will leave behind a special kind of charcoal, which is of great use to the shamans. We will use this charcoal to exchange for supplies and support. If we fight well, we will receive more support; if we fight poorly, we will receive nothing."

Wei Yuan was somewhat surprised. Fengmang was the forefront fortress, completely unsuitable for such a reward and punishment mechanism. The power-wielding shamans who came here were all risking their lives, prepared to die. At this time, only ample supplies were appropriate, with substantial rewards for a major victory.

The shaman said self-deprecatingly, "We are sinners to begin with, what room is there for bargaining? We should be grateful if we can get something in return."

"I'd like to see the exchange rate table, or something similar."

"I'll get it for you in a bit."

Next, the shaman led Wei Yuan into the prison, this time directly to the second-to-last level. Wei Yuan had never been able to enter the bottom two levels before. On the second-to-last level stood an altar. This altar was unlike any Wei Yuan had seen before; it was carved with deep grooves, within which flowed oil imbued with pure sacrificial power.

At this moment, nine priests sat around the altar, maintaining the sacrificial ritual. A living fire demon was dragged onto the altar; it seemed extremely terrified, letting out a piercing scream. However, a large gash had been cut into its face, causing it to leak air, reducing the volume and power of its scream to less than eleventh of its original strength.

The fire demon was dragged onto the altar, its belly ripped open on the spot, and then bled profusely in multiple places before dying in extreme agony. Its blood seeped into the grooves of the altar, some of it dissolving into the oil. Then Wei Yuan saw large swaths of black and red energy fall from the void, absorbed by the altar and dissolved into the oil. The originally pure sacrificial power now contained much more resentment and karmic force, but also some good fortune, significantly increasing its overall sacrificial power.

Wei Yuan then understood how Lie Jiu had obtained that sacrificial power.

The Dragon Lord said there was plenty of sacrificial power to use freely, but most of what he gave was sacrificial power mixed with karmic resentment; pure sacrificial power was rare. Now Wei Yuan understood the reason: pure sacrificial power was used to manipulate this kind of sacrificial power, turning one part into three.

"Do I also need to exchange for sacrificial power?"

The shaman nodded: "That's natural."

Wei Yuan said, "Why not report this to higher authorities? Even if the Heavenly Witches want to suppress Lord Molten Dragon, they absolutely cannot bear the responsibility for losing the Edge Fortress, can they?"

The desolate shaman sighed, "It's no use complaining. Lord Nine Eyes did provide the basic quota according to the regulations. However, those regulations were formulated four hundred years ago, when the Vanguard only had five hundred pioneering shamans. But in the fortress, including the servants, there are nearly four thousand shamans."

"Can't the articles of association be amended?"

"Lord Nine Eyes said that we must strictly follow the procedures. It's not yet the revision period that happens once every five hundred years, so he told us to wait patiently. Hmph, even when the revision period arrives, he'll probably still need to study it for another hundred years!"

Wei Yuan sneered, "A hundred years? You're overthinking it. I think he'll probably be researching for five hundred years, right up until the next revision period."

The shaman paused for a moment, then asked, "What should we do then?"

Wei Yuan had been pondering a certain question for some time, so he said, "Can't this desolate realm produce a Heavenly Witch?"

The Wild Witch was stunned and said, "The Governor of the Wild Realm is now Lord Nine Eyes, so there's a Heavenly Witch now?"

Wei Yuan said, "Nine Eyes is a Heavenly Witch from the Witch Domain, not from the Desolate Realm. The Desolate Realm does not currently have its own Heavenly Witch."

The shaman looked bewildered: "Heavenly shamans divide into regions? I don't understand."

Wei Yuan said, "It's nothing, I was just guessing. Let's go back, it's time for steelmaking again. I just came up with a new piece of music that I need to try out."

The shaman escorted Wei Yuan back to the courtyard and then hurriedly left.

Watching his retreating figure, Wei Yuan smiled slightly and entered the courtyard. A moment later, a fierce roar echoed through the courtyard.

It doesn't matter if this desolate sorcerer can't understand; he will surely convey his words to the Molten Dragon, who will undoubtedly understand Wei Yuan's meaning. Wei Yuan's own cultivation is insufficient, making it extremely difficult for him to analyze the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. But the Molten Dragon is different; he is only separated by a window veil, and over the centuries, he must have accumulated countless amounts of the fortune of powerful sorcerers and desolate sorcerers.

Perhaps, for the Molten Dragon to cross that threshold, it only needs to take one small step forward. This step is the most crucial, and also the most difficult. It all depends on whether the Molten Dragon values ​​the Witch Clan or the Ancestral Witches more.

(End of this chapter)