I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 684 The Tomb of a Thousand Throats
The Guresh clan, the priest's palace.

The hall stretched out in a long, dark space, completely obscured by the evening glow.

"Priest, what should we do?!"

A robust female Naga land-dwelling woman, clad in armor lined with padded soft armor, knelt down, pleading for help in a panic.

The only light in the temple came from the altar on the high platform in the center, where a hunched-over old priestess devoutly lit the sacrificial offerings on the table.

Seeing that the high priest seemed to have no reaction, the general Naga continued to shout:

"This is a matter for the Mirror Desert. Whether it's our Guresh or the Brar clan, it's a matter for the Naga on the land. It's never a human's place to interfere or sabotage it!"

"Priest! If there's one, there will be two. That man is incredibly powerful, and he must have something he wants in our little Mirror Desert. If we don't stop him, the consequences will be dire!"

"Our Guresh clan cannot sit idly by and wait to be destroyed. We must retaliate in kind, an eye for an eye. They can afford to hire outside help, but do they think we can't either?!"

The altar was ablaze with flames, sparks crackling and popping.

The old priestess slowly and gracefully turned her head to look at the generals below.

"How much did the Campbell family give you in return?"

The generals below the stage were struck dumb, their faces turning deathly pale as they slammed their foreheads against the red carpet on the ground.

"Priest, my heart is entirely for the Guresh Clan! I have no other intentions! All of this is for the revival of the Naga!"

The old woman took a deep breath: "What are the Campbell family's conditions?"

"Each month, 50 children before maturity will be provided, regardless of race. Furthermore, after the Thousand-Throat Tomb is reclaimed, research and exploration content will need to be shared."

The old priestess initially didn't react much to the first condition.

Upon hearing the phrase "Tomb of a Thousand Throats," her expression immediately changed drastically, and she stared intently at the generals below the stage: "You told her? How dare you!"

"Innocent, High Priest! Campbell has countless spies. How could we possibly keep the things in the Tomb of a Thousand Throats a secret when four of us suddenly appeared?! That human man hired by the Braar clan is exceptionally domineering. We are on the verge of death and have no choice but to take the risk!"

Crack!

Mars exploded.

The warm orange light circled the altar, but it could not penetrate any further to completely dispel the darkness inside the palace.

The old woman Naga was backlit by the firelight, her aged face shrouded in a dark, somber gloom.

"Send their men to see me."

The generals below the stage were overjoyed.

But then he froze, hesitatingly saying, "Priest, it's not that they've come to see us, but that we need to go see them."

The old woman's face twitched.

"The Tomb of a Thousand Throats?"

Rod asked doubtfully, as he spread his legs and lay down on a soft cushion resembling a beanbag chair inside the tent.

He held the back of Terry's head with his palm, occasionally playing with her fair and slightly cool earlobe.

Terry couldn't resist being teased; she chuckled as she ate her breakfast.

If you grind your teeth, you're bound to bite them.

Rhodes was thick-skinned and knew the succubus was doing it on purpose, so he didn't care much.

Although his relationship with Terry has improved and he has allowed her to move back into the ranger's cabin, her diet still needs to be controlled.

Two meals a day, morning and evening, nothing much to say.

Even when she was tormenting Eve last night, she could only watch from the sidelines while mining, occasionally sneaking a snack or something.

The Naga land race practices monogamy, and Eve detests the idea of ​​having multiple partners.

Therefore, even if she were to sneak a bite, she could only do so secretly, waiting for Eve to lose her composure and roll her eyes, before babbling on Rhodes's tongue.

"A legend of the ancient Lesh clan."

Eve glanced coldly at the succubus who was being amused and grinning, then turned her head away in displeasure:

"Thousand Throat, it's rumored to be an ancient, extinct beast from the desert. Its appearance is said to bring endless sandstorms and famine, devouring all life. Couldn't you have come to me without this succubus? I find her annoying." "Just treat her like a pet dog or rabbit. I have to feed her every day."

"Yes, Terry is Master's little dog pet~~Woof woof woof~~Swish swish swish—"

The succubus was shameless, clenching her two little pink fists next to her cheeks to act cute.

Rod smiled and looked at the girl who was deliberately standing far away.

Miss Naga had already put on her bra, which was really just two strips of black cloth linked together with thin rope.

The black cloth was wrapped around the torso from below the chest, and then tied behind the neck, making it look like a bikini.

The bra's slight lifting effect makes the large breasts appear even more striking.

When standing, her waistline appears even more slender, fit, and wild, making it even more irresistible.

Noticing someone's gaze.

Eve curled the corners of her lips into a smile. When she was about to put on the close-fitting linen shirt with the inner lining, she deliberately didn't unbutton it and just slipped it over her head.

A close-fitting shirt is naturally a little tight.

Undoubtedly, the view that was squeezed out of the broad and domineering chest area lasted only a moment, and was quickly covered again by the twisting waist movement.

"The internal organs of those four high-level seventh-tier cultivators had long been dried out, with almost no moisture left. It's quite strange. I guess they obtained something from the tomb."

Rod admired her figure.

"I'll go in too."

"Not so fast. The basic excavation is still ongoing. The Guresh clan won't give up easily. They'll probably come up with some bad tricks. By the way, Mother will probably be here this afternoon. Make sure you're dressed properly. Also, turn this succubus into a man, or at least into an ugly monster."

Eve remained completely calm and composed.

For the Naga people in a matriarchal society, it's incredibly embarrassing to have a woman by their man's side.

The cozy morning ended quickly.

With many issues to address in the newly occupied territory, Eve left the tent first.

After feeding Terry's bulging mouth, the two were full of energy and did not stand still passively waiting for the Guresh clan's next move.

Having learned the location of the enemy's palace, Rhodes chose to take the initiative.

[Repulsion Spell] The [Burning Wind Leap] explodes on the spot and rises into the air, billowing black smoke gliding across the sky and quickly disappearing into the distance.

The majority of Naga on land are women, and powerful, handsome men are always in demand, no matter where they are.

Many people stared blankly at the black smoke in the sky, unable to come to their senses for a long time.

When they came to their senses again, the Naga looked at Princess Eve with a different kind of awe.

Our princess is truly remarkable; she actually managed to tame such a man.

He truly deserves to be the next heir to power in the Blar clan!
Eve naturally noticed these gazes, and needless to say, she enjoyed them.

He immediately became smug, holding his head high and chest out.

At this moment, the wind and sand swirled, and the howling sounded like the murmurs of some creatures.

Eve paused for a moment, then looked at her adjutant.

"Are you talking?"

The adjutant shook his head blankly: "I didn't say anything, and I didn't hear anyone say anything either, Lady Eve."

"Really? Maybe I misheard. Hmm? Here we go again. Are you sure you didn't hear me?"

"No, Lady Eve, are you tired?"

Eve ignored her and looked around in the direction of the sound.

Workers clearing out the camp, mages building fortifications, soldiers guarding the surrounding area, grain officers organizing logistical resources, and sparks crackling and exploding.

Finally, her gaze settled on the arched entrance to the Tomb of a Thousand Throats.

(End of this chapter)