Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 451 Evolutionist

"An Evolutionist? You're a professional Evolutionist?!" In a private conversation, Ellie confided in Rean.

Some talents and some wealth, once offered up, simply cannot be refused.

Evolutionists, logistics scholars who have mastered the secrets and knowledge of bloodline evolution, are important assets to various forces, and even the core wealth of many noble families and kingdoms.

Such talent can only be cultivated. Every outstanding Evolution Master is often created by infusing countless lives into their being.

Their knowledge and their mysteries form a complete system; it's not as simple as just copying someone else.

The needs of many high-level professionals are quite different. Their profession, bloodline, innate talents, and mental abilities influence each other, making it a truly chaotic process.

In many cases, even the Evolutionists themselves can't explain their decisions, but they are always much safer than blindly stumbling around on their own.

They need to accumulate a wealth of material and knowledge, and have a broad understanding of the "interesting facts" of this world, before they can often find a way to perform specific operations such as concocting potions and performing surgeries. Conversely, they are more likely to find...
Looking at Ellie in front of him, Rean was instantly captivated. Who could resist such a talent?

However, the other party is likely a specialist in the Elf system, which wouldn't be of much help to him. Even if he switched to the Beastman system, it would require a lot of resources and time. But Rean still couldn't refuse; such talent is too rare and too precious.

"I specialize in dragons, giants, and beasts, including beastmen, goblins, and trolls."

The seemingly young female scholar adjusted her monocle and gave an unexpected answer.

"It sounds like an evil kingdom." Rean was a little surprised. Why would a half-elf be studying this? These races combined reminded Rean of the predatory bandit tribes that Kuku had mentioned before.

Low-level wyverns, low-level giants, beast tamers, along with ogres and goblins, often form common bandit tribes in the forest.

Even if they don't form tribes, as long as they get together, they are destined to become a disaster for the local area because they do not engage in production. Do they, who have power, want to be starved to death?
If their numbers are few, they are bandits; if they are many more, they become gangs; if they are even more numerous, they become gangs. When they reach a certain number, they become an aggressive and evil kingdom capable of destroying everything.

The barbarian tribes, regarded as outside of civilization, often spend their entire lives in plunder and battle.

The combination of several species specializing in Aery creates a rather peculiar feeling, like a bandit tribe.

"A keen intuition," the other person sighed and gave a wry smile.

As she spoke, she revealed the tightly wrapped opening of her top, exposing a faded black magic mark on her neck.

"I, and my family, served 'Green Hat', though not voluntarily, of course."

Green of Hatred? Rean pondered for a moment before recalling the monster this title referred to.

It seems to have disappeared for decades.

"Fordaster? The elven slayer, the green dragon of the Scourge?"

“Yes, the enemy of the elves.” Ellie subconsciously touched the black markings on her neck, the oath that once enslaved her and her tribe, but also the place where she lived and worked for the first half of her life.

The biggest difference between this world and the Earth in Rean's memory is probably the relationship between individual greatness and collective power.

Even the most powerful individual on Earth is still just a member of a group. But in this world, individual power can truly crush ethnic groups and even nations.

The relationship between them is often not one of opposition, but rather one of submission from the nation and the ethnic group to a great individual.

Gods are like this, so are demons of the abyss, and so are evil dragons. Fordassia is one of them, a powerful ancient green dragon known throughout the continent, a sworn enemy of the elves since the time of the Elven Empire, having destroyed and enslaved more than one elven kingdom.

Yes, an individual is enough to destroy a kingdom. That ancient green dragon was probably bullied by the Elf Empire when it was young, and after it became powerful, it sought revenge against the elves.

She commands countless green dragons, barbarians, hill giants, ogres, beast hordes, half-dragons, kobolds, and so on; each one is an evil kingdom in itself.

If Ariel had been born in a region enslaved by such a kingdom, she would likely have served that kingdom. If she had succeeded in such a country, she would naturally have specialized in that very thing.

"It is said that this Green Dragon King of Avengers eats 300 elves every day."

Rumors are always exaggerated; if people really ate like that, a kingdom wouldn't last long.

"There shouldn't be dozens. If we can't finish them, we'll make them perform, play with them, and then kill them."

The most prominent characteristic of green dragons is their love of intrigue and scheming, and their most defining trait is their extreme vengefulness, and Faldastia is a typical example of this. A monster like her has no need to eat people, nor would she ever be satisfied.

But she just enjoyed watching the elves suffer.

"I was one of her favorite toys, so I was treated pretty well. After a campaign thirty years ago, she was driven away, probably the 10th or 11th time."

Ai Li, who said this, seemed somewhat numb.

This is the most frustrating reality: Foldastia is not without its defeats, nor is it truly invincible. But the cunning Green Dragon Queen can only be driven away and forced to retreat. After decades or centuries, she will return to cause trouble for the elves again.

Her evil kingdom, her slaves, her children—none of that really mattered to her. If she lost them, she lost them. The important thing was to continue having fun with the elves.

Next time we come, it will take a few years to assemble a new army and give the elves another good beating.

There were some bloody things that Ai Li didn't say aloud.

Her birth, her noble yet corrupt half-elf bloodline, was a prank by Faldastia.

The Green Dragon Queen will return, inevitably, sooner or later. It will probably take less than a decade. By then, it will be very difficult to assemble such a powerful coalition to drive her away again.

When that time comes, which elven kingdom will suffer the next disaster? Which elven tribe will be left barely clinging to life?

"Thanks to her, my expertise lies in beast-like bloodlines and the evolutionary adjustments of dragons. Perhaps I can help you. I've heard you're a degenerate species?"

This was a temptation that Rean simply could not resist.

For a "degenerate species", an evolutionist who can guide it in a new direction is extremely important.

Such talent is like a long-term doctor for a chronic disease; it's best to have a consistent, long-term partner. For large, established businesses, only those they've nurtured themselves are truly trustworthy.

If news of a specialist in dragon and beast evolution were to be released, countries would likely vie for the position.

Rean also knew from her words that she had probably figured out that he was not a degenerate at all, but a complete newborn dragonborn. But when her gaze fell on little Lana, Rean knew that he could not resist the temptation.

(End of this chapter)