I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 242 Disassembling the Dragon Corpse
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Windsong Hills, where the Western Alliance and the Shattered Rock Empire meet.

The hidden underground ruins were filled with the damp and decaying smells of the air, along with a faint, almost imperceptible, stench of blood.

The torches on the walls cast dim, flickering shadows, illuminating the spacious underground hall.

The ruins looked terrifying, with silvery white bones everywhere and some rusty ironware.

In the center of the hall, an altar made of piled bones emitted a cold red light.

The corpses of three men and four women lay naked in a circle on the altar, their bodies covered with twisted runes drawn in blood.

Wisps of mist floated and twisted on the corpse, like a tormented soul struggling and converging towards the skull in the center of the altar.

It appears that some kind of mysterious ritual is taking place.

On the wall hung a tattered brocade depicting a skull and snake intertwined, its edges riddled with wormholes.

In the very center of the deepest part of the hall, a half-ruined statue overlooks everything.

The statue's face was blurred, with two dark red gems, like blood tears, embedded in its eye sockets.

In front of the statue, a tall woman in a black robe is bowing her head and closing her eyes, as if she is praying devoutly.

The next instant, a beam of red light shot from the statue's eyes, striking the skull on the altar.

"call--"

A crimson flame suddenly appeared in the skull, and the gray-white skull's bones began to change, gradually taking on a metallic sheen under the scorching crimson flame.

A silver hue flowed across the top of his head like mercury, slowly covering the cracks and filling every crevice.

It looks like it has been polished by a craftsman, radiating a cold, silvery light.

The originally dark eye sockets now shimmer with a bright red light, creating an eerie beauty.

At the same time, the seven corpses around the altar rapidly aged and decayed, as if a time-slowing spell had been cast, turning them into withered, dried-up corpses in the blink of an eye.

"Success."

The tall woman raised her head, a smile appearing on her decaying, withered face—a smile that was utterly ugly and horrifying.

She strode to the altar, reached out her hand, and the skull floated up eerily, landing in the woman's hand.

"Crimson soul fire, silver-level skeleton."

The woman waved to the side, and a headless skeleton flew to her.

The woman then pressed the skull onto the skeleton.

"Click - click -"

The sound of bones colliding rang out, and the entire skeleton seemed to writhe like a human.

The woman took out a sphere with a chain from her sleeve—an old, portable magic timer.

The woman glanced at the numbers and nodded in satisfaction.
"Three hours, seven corpses, and a Silver Skull whose strength surpasses that of a mid-level knight."

"good."

The woman pointed to the ruins beside her, "Go ahead, pick out a weapon that suits you."

The skeleton nodded and walked to the side.

Just as the skeleton was choosing a weapon, a man in a gray robe walked into the hall.

The man bowed respectfully and carefully reported, "Honorable Soul Messenger, Lord Romissa, the chess piece we placed in the Northern Wasteland has shattered."

"Ok?"

Lomisa was somewhat surprised, her eyes gleaming red. "Ocas, has the news been confirmed?"

The man called Orcas nodded.

"Confirmed, Lord Romissa."

Orcas explained, "The soul imprint he used to exchange for necromancy knowledge shattered and vanished completely, leaving not a trace."

"What a waste."

Lomisa let out a soft laugh, the sharp sound particularly jarring in the underground space.

"It's laughable that they couldn't even survive in that desolate place."

Are there any powerful beings in the northern wastelands of the Shattered Rock Empire?

Romisa pressed, "Wasn't there hardly anyone around? How could he be dead?"

"We have not yet received any definitive information about powerful creatures in the Northern Wastes."

Orcas pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "Those lowly alien creatures really don't have much ability."

"It's alright, we never placed any hope in those alien races anyway."

Lomisa chuckled again and instructed, "Our focus should remain on the battlefield; our lord needs more souls."

"This one……"

Ocas looked somewhat embarrassed and carefully reported with his head down:
"The advance of the front line is too difficult. The Shattered Rock Empire has begun to counterattack, and the Dawn Society has already appeared on the battlefield... The dukes and kings of the Alliance have begun to complain."

"The Dawn Society?"

Lomisa completely ignored the Duke's complaints and asked Ocas, "Aren't those fools who only know how to study supposed to stay out of noble affairs?"

"Our people sent back a message saying that the Shattered Rock Empire has some dealings with the Dawn Society, and that the Dawn Society will be brought into the picture."

Orcas's expression was somewhat grim. "Our people aren't entirely clear on the specifics of the agreement either..."

"Then hurry up and investigate, find a way to ruin the deal!"

Romisa's eyes widened, her voice suddenly becoming sharp, "Dawn will affect our plans!"

"Assassination, poisoning, framing—use every means at your disposal!"

"No one can stop the coming of our Lord!"

"Yes, Lord Romissa."

Orcas quickly bowed his head in assurance, then cautiously asked, "What about the nobles of the Western Alliance? They say too many civilians have already died or been wounded, and they are unwilling to send more troops..."

"Those greedy swine don't care about ordinary people at all."

Romisa scoffed, "They just want more profit."

As she spoke, she pulled a long-necked glass bottle from her bosom, filled with a dark green liquid.

"Mix this into the corpse fluid and divide it into ten portions."

Lomisa said slowly, "Tell them that whoever sends the most reinforcements will receive this life potion."

Upon hearing Lomisa's words, Ocas's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but swallow.

"What are the specific effects of this medicine?"

"To treat wounds and diseases."

Romisa gave a sinister smile.

Clearly, the effects of the medicine were more complex than she described.

Orcas didn't dare ask any more questions, and carefully took the glass bottle with both hands and put it away.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now."

"and many more."

Lomisa called to her departing subordinates, pointing to the silver skeleton monster in the corner.
"He'll hand him over to you, and then bring me more corpses, the more the better."

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Rhodes frowned as he carefully examined the necromancer's journal in his hand.

If this wizard's journal has indeed been passed down from ancient times, then the text on it should be ancient wizarding script.

Instead of the universal script used throughout the continent, the so-called Imperial language.

This result can only prove one thing.

Someone copied these contents again and then handed them over to the high shaman of the Bloodscale tribe.

Rhodes frowned.

What is the purpose of the other party?
Is this a deal?
Or should we provide assistance to the Bloodscale Tribe?

Or perhaps, a powerful necromancer is lurking in the Northern Wastes?

Various possibilities swirled in Rhodes' mind.

Rod couldn't help but start rubbing his temples.

"what happened?"

Vivian stepped forward and, mimicking Avril, reached out to massage Rhodes's head.

"It's nothing. I just hate the trouble of beating the younger ones and then the older ones suffer the consequences."

"what?"

Rhodes's words puzzled Vivian.

"It's alright, call Kyle over."

All that remained in the wooden box were pieces of animal hide and bone.

Apart from a few animal hide scrolls recording magic arrays, the other animal hides were covered with crooked symbols that looked like earthworms.

It appears to be a script used exclusively by the northern barbarians. "Okay."

Vivian immediately got up and went to bring Kyle over.

Kyle quickly stepped forward, bowed,
"My lord, what are your orders?"

"Take a closer look at these things."

Rod pointed to a wooden crate containing a jumble of random things.

"Take a look at what's in here, what records are kept here."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Kyle crouched down and began to examine the items in the box one by one.

Then they were sorted and arranged one by one.

After checking all the items inside the box, Kyle explained:

"I've already divided them up, my lord."

Kyle pointed to the first pile of animal hides,
"These three are mineral veins discovered by the Bloodscale Tribe, and the last one is the location of the Bloodscale Tribe's treasure."

Rhodes' eyes lit up, and he nodded. "Continue."

"The second pile consists of some lizardman epics, as well as the history of the Northern Wastes."

Kyle curled his lip. "I think it's more nonsense, cough cough..."

Kyle quickly skipped over his disdain for the lizardmen and pointed to the third pile, explaining:

"These are some spells, I don't understand them, and some records, are they the diary of that lizardman shaman?"

"journal?"

Rod was clearly taken aback.

People actually keep diaries?

Aren't you afraid that your secrets will be revealed to others?

Rhodes thought for a moment, and realized that given the Great Shaman's status in the Bloodscale tribe, no one would dare to rummage through his things, right?
"Kyle, take out that diary and translate it for me."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Kyle immediately pulled out the bottom animal hide and began to read it to Rhodes.

It's called a diary, but it's more like random thoughts, or maybe an autobiography?

Perhaps it's lonely at the top, because the great shaman couldn't confide his worries to others and could only record them.

Kyle didn't recognize some of the characters, but that didn't stop him from understanding the general meaning.

It turned out that a black-robed human did indeed deliver the necromancer's notes to the high shaman and help the high shaman with his enlightenment.

Then the Great Shaman rose to power, unified all the lizardmen, and made the Bloodscale Tribe grow stronger.

The man in black robes hoped that the lizardmen would unify the northern wastelands and attack the lords of the northern provinces of the Shattered Rock Empire.

"It seems there's quite a bit of something fishy going on behind the scenes..."

Rhodes was lost in thought, never expecting so many troubles in the Northern Wastes.

Fortunately, this man in black robes was probably not from the Northern Wastes.

Just to be on the safe side, Rhodes called Durant to his side and asked him to send men to secretly investigate the northern wastelands for any rumors of necromancers.

In addition, Durant was tasked with leading a team to locate the mines and the lizardmen's treasure trove.

Rhodes couldn't go in person; he had more important things to do.

"Have you figured out how to dissect the White Dragon?"

After arranging everything, Rhodes asked Vivian.

Vivian was prepared and handed the parchment to Rhodes, saying, "These are the breakdown steps and diagrams."

Rod took it and couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the diagram.

The crooked lines depicted a pig with wings, horns, and a tail.

"It's okay, although it's not great, at least it has the necessary structure."

Rod gave a reluctant compliment, and Vivian puffed out her chest proudly in response.

It may be ugly, but it's good enough to serve as a reference.

Rhodes stood up, picked up Ashbringer, and headed straight for the white dragon's corpse.

For the time being, only Rhode can deal with the white dragon's corpse.

It wasn't that Rhodes was afraid someone would steal from him, but rather that even if the white dragon died, no one could cut open its skin.

It takes the combined power of Ashbringer and Rhodes's searing energy to cut it open with great difficulty.

Upon reaching the white dragon's body, even Rhodes, who possessed frost resistance, couldn't help but shiver.

If it weren't for Avril's timely arrival of the second batch of frost resistance potions, no one would dare approach the White Dragon now.

Vivian, who was farther away, wasn't in much better shape either, and was shivering uncontrollably.

Even in the coldest weather, Rod would persevere.

However, Rhodes did not fight alone for long—the white dragon has horns and claws.

Rhode planned to first cut off all the sharp parts from the white dragon's body, and then use them as tools to hand over to the knight squad to dissect the dragon's corpse together.

Everything on the dragon's body is a treasure.

Dragon scales, dragon skin, dragon bones, dragon claws, dragon teeth, and dragon horns can be used to make armor and weapons.

Internal organs, blood, eyes, glands, and other organs can be made into alchemical potions, and can even be eaten directly.

Dragon wing membranes can be used to make spell scrolls, and dragon dung can be used to cultivate magical plants.

Dragon blood has even greater uses.

It is worth mentioning that the white dragon's blood is purplish-red, with white threads resembling frost mixed in, and turns into a bluish-white color with ice crystals when it falls to the ground.

Even without getting close, Rhodes could feel the magic contained within, and he couldn't help but want to go up and suck on it.

However, Rhodes also knew that this raw frost energy needed to be processed before he could consume it.

The huge wound on the white dragon's chest was now surrounded by various pots and jars, all filled with dragon blood containing ice crystals.

The wound was several meters long, and no one had a vessel large enough to hold the dripping wound.

Rhodes doesn't waste food, so he certainly shouldn't squander dragon blood.

But all this blood is mixed with sand and gravel, how do we deal with it?

Rhodes thought for a moment and came up with a simple solution.

—They had someone bring the Night Fury over.

The Night Fury wasn't stupid; without Rhodes's command, it immediately lowered its head and began licking the dragon blood from the ground.

With one bite, the palm-sized bloodstain disappeared, and Nightshade immediately stretched his neck and roared.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of white frost began to appear on its back.

The guy tried to lower his head to lick it, but Rhodes pulled him away by the reins.

"One more lick and the Night Fury will turn into a White Fury!"

Rhodes forcefully pulled Night Fury aside, "Digest it properly, we'll talk more if you're still hungry!"

Although it was only a small amount, the magic contained in the white dragon's blood was enough to allow the Night Fury to advance a step forward.

There were still quite a few scattered on the ground.

Fortunately, there are still quite a few magical beasts in Frostleaf Town.

"Notify Wolfhoof to have the wolf riders assemble here!"

Rhodes gave the order.

The guards quickly relayed the message, and the wolf riders assembled swiftly.

The white dragon's corpse held immense appeal for any magical beast, and the giant wolves instantly became agitated, beginning to howl softly; even their master was somewhat unable to control himself.

"Quiet!"

Rhodes gave a low shout.

The dragon slayer's oppressive aura swept over them, and the giant wolves immediately lay down obediently on the ground, rolling over like puppy puppies to show their surrender.

"Wolfhoof, take your fangs and go lick it over there."

Rhodes commanded, "Remember, you can only lick it once. If you get too full, we won't care."

"Yes, Holy Lord!"

Wolfhoof bowed respectfully and pulled Sharptooth forward.

Fang glanced at Rhodes, who nodded. Fang then turned his head and cautiously licked his lips.

Without needing any prompting from the wolf's hooves, Sharp Fang immediately stopped, tucked his tail in, and went to lie down on his own.

"very good."

Rhodes nodded and waved for the next person.

And so, one by one, the giant wolves stepped forward and each took a lick.

Sejuani watched everything from a distance, while her boar Snowy couldn't resist nudging her forward.

(End of this chapter)