The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 582 Glowing Antlers
The Winged Clan hunting party's target was a herd of Glowing Horned Deer.

The antlers of the Glowing Antler Deer store light elemental power, leaving light elemental traces on the grass in the forest when it runs.

These marks can repel other magical beasts, but they will also reveal their location.

The Winged Clan hunting party can find the Glowing Horned Deer by following the traces of light elements.

The Winged Ones seemed very confident in their pursuit of the Radiant Horned Deer. The atmosphere was relaxed as they walked and stopped frequently, following the trails of light elements while gathering plant materials they encountered along the way.

It wasn't until noon that we saw the herd of radiant antler deer crossing a canyon.

The lead winged creature drew its longbow, and a light elemental arrow materialized and shot swiftly towards the deer herd, landing on the antlers of the lead deer.

However, it did not cause any harm to it, but instead burst out with a dazzling white light, instantly enveloping the entire herd of deer.

It was truly blinding; even Moran, who was behind the Winged Clan hunting party, felt a slight discomfort in his eyes.

Fortunately, the white light seemed to have a limited range, concentrating only around the deer herd, and had little effect on her. She blinked and recovered.

But the deer caught in the middle are in trouble.

After the white light faded, Moran saw that their eyes had lost focus and were still tearing up.

The painful cries of the deer echoed through the canyon.

But since they can't see, they can't even agree on the direction they're going to escape.

Some crashed directly into the mountainside, some charged towards the direction of the Winged Clan, and others plunged into the canyon, twisting their ankles on loose rocks...

Before the Winged Clan could even launch a large-scale attack, the Glowing Antlers herd was already badly wounded.

The Winged Clan did not rush to hunt the Glowing Horned Deer; instead, they drove them away from both sides of the canyon to prevent any deer from escaping.

Only after the Glowing Antler Deer had exhausted a lot of energy while charging around did they begin their hunt.

After putting on a pair of sunglasses, Moran started thinking about how to make his move.

This canyon greatly facilitated the hunting of the Winged Tribe.

For Moran, this place, with its narrow view and sparse population, was also a good place to explore the memories of the Winged Tribe.

"They're all good leeks who can contribute magic to me, so I still need to be gentle with them..."

With that thought in mind, Moran didn't hesitate to strike when the Winged Clan finished hunting all the Radiant Horned Deer and gathered together to count their prey.

A collective mental illusion, coupled with collective mental control.

"One, two, three, four, four, four..."

The winged people then began the repeated counting process, and Moran took the opportunity to approach, cut their wrists, and begin to bleed them.

After collecting the blood, they used healing magic to heal their wounds. Apart from their faces turning a little paler, there were no major changes.

The Winged Race's skin is naturally fair, so this slight change is not noticeable at all.

After obtaining the blood, Moran copied their memories one by one.

The Winged Race, with an average lifespan of two to three hundred years, possessed memories that were utterly insignificant compared to the Dragon Race, and were quickly copied.

After modifying their memories, Moran quickly retreated to the invisible flying carpet and gradually released his mental control and mental illusion. "...Four, five, six...twelve, a total of twelve doe."

"We have fifteen male deer on this side."

"There are eight more cubs."

"Cut off the antlers and legs, and prepare to return!"

The winged race departed in a grand procession with their prey, and Moran simply lay down on the flying carpet and began to review the memories of these winged hunting teams.

Those winged race members who can join the hunting party are all in their prime and possess great strength.

Moran originally thought that their memories from childhood to adulthood should contain a lot of valuable information.

As a result, watching the whole thing felt like watching a long and boring movie with a slow internet connection.

Most memories are just blurry images, barely enough to tell what the person who remembered them was doing.

Even among the few relatively clear images, only a handful contain any information that can be extracted.

It cannot compare to the long but clear life memories of the dragon race, as well as the information-dense and content-rich inherited memories.

Moran had originally come with great interest to examine the copied memories closely, but the more he looked, the more bored he became. In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore and sped up the process.

What was supposed to take ten days or half a month to review was finished in just a few hours.

All the valuable information was selected and organized into knowledge and memories that truly belonged to her and stored in her mind. The trivial memories of the Winged Clan that occupied her mental energy but had no value were all cleared and deleted by her.

This is also a good way for her to manage her mental energy that she learned from human mages.

Human mental mages not only delete invalid memory fragments copied from others, but also occasionally delete their own vague and unimportant memories from the past when their mental energy is insufficient.

However, this is not important; it varies from person to person.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for spiritual masters to over-manage their spiritual power, become mentally abnormal, turn into madmen, or undergo drastic personality changes.

When Moran was reading in the library of the mage tower of the Psychic Division of the Imperial Magic Academy, he saw many famous psychic mages whose early writing styles were completely different from their later ones, and there were even times when their writings were incoherent.

Moran cherished her memories and had plenty of mental energy. This was the first time she had tried to delete memories and free up her mental energy. She had seen too many memories of the Winged Clan, and that inexplicable arrogance had affected her a bit, so it was better to delete them.

This is where the preciousness of the dragon race's inherited memories becomes apparent. She copied so many dragon race inherited memories without being affected by them, because the dragon race's inherited memories only contain the essential information and lack any emotional elements.

Dragons learn various kinds of knowledge from the memories inherited from their bloodline, and witches can also be born with a natural understanding of witchcraft and witch language because of their bloodline.

The Winged Race, while possessing magical bloodlines, did not inherit any knowledge from their own bloodline.

Their language was angelic, learned from angels and recorded on stone tablets, passed down through generations.

Their magic originated from a magic book on the use of light elemental power given to them by an angel, and was subsequently improved and expanded upon by generations.

Their archers are the result of a combination of their superior eyesight and archery skills, which they also learned from angels.

Knowing this, Moran understood why the Winged Race so revered angels and remained devoutly devoted to them.

If everything depends on angels, it would be strange not to have faith!

Moran's impression was that the Winged Race seemed to lack any creativity whatsoever; all their skills and abilities were the work of angels, and they had nothing of their own.