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Chapter 4 Wilderness Encounters
"Are you wildlings?"

"Yes."

"Of course."

Each of the two heads answered once, and the information they revealed surprised Loren.

The two-headed ogre opposite us wasn't a typical city dweller; it was a true wild creature!
The so-called Wilderness People are those who have made a vow to protect the freedom of life and the wilderness; they are a direct product of that Great Division.

When Wildlings live and fight in the wilderness, they receive certain bonuses, reportedly up to 30% of their own strength.

Correspondingly, they will be weakened when living and fighting in the city.

Completely opposite to the Wilderness race are the City race, who swear an oath to protect the land under the rules and pursue equality and order.

While the Wilderness Oath and the City Oath are not mandatory oaths, they are not revocable.

Races that have lived in the wilderness for a long time are almost all wilderness races that have made oaths.

However, there are far fewer urban species within cities.

At least Loren hadn't seen many city dwellers other than law enforcement officers and other public officials.

Loren speculated that this difference arose because of the disorder and survival-of-the-fittest nature of the wilderness, making every bit of strength there precious.

The Wilderness Oath is like a protective sword manual; everyone else practices it, but if you don't, you'll die.

In contrast, cities under federal jurisdiction are much better.

Well, even the worst order is better than no order at all.

Has the struggle in the wilderness become this intense?

After all, for both wild and urban species, the feeling of being suppressed when they go to live in each other's territory is said to be very unpleasant.

Through Sika and Sidang's rambling and disjointed accounts, Loren pieced together the general sequence of events.

This two-headed ogre comes from a tribe called Blackrock, which is about to engage in a bloody battle with another equally powerful tribe, the Foresttooth.

The two of them, Sika and Sidang, went to seek refuge with their uncle, who sold roasted meat in Greenleaf City, as the spark of the tribe's revival.

If the Blackrock tribe wins, they will come back.

If they lose, they will marry and have children in the city, multiply and grow their family, and then return to the wilderness to reclaim everything.

"An ogre selling roast meat... Is your uncle named Han Mouba?"

Loren couldn't help but complain in his heart. He couldn't understand who would buy roasted meat from ogres. Putting aside his disgust, did ogres know how to cook?
Intelligent species that feed on carnivorous or omnivorous food obviously don't have very good taste!
Wait, maybe?

As a mage, Loren's thirst for knowledge suddenly surged.

Before the train had completely left Linyue City, he used his personal terminal to search for information about the food culture of the cannibal race, and at the same time, he also began searching in the Dragon's Legacy.

Believe it or not, a senior dragon has actually praised it highly!
She praised the ogres' use of spices and their ingenious treatment of the elves' high magical power and lack of oil...

However, that one was a green dragon.

Green dragons prey on elves, and considering their shared stench, Loren felt his opinion was of no value to us red dragons…

After all, those guys from Black Dragon's crew thought that food was only delicious when it was half-rotten...

As for the terminal, aside from an article on the goblin's marketing account titled "Shocking! Someone ate ogre sauce and did this!", Loren found almost nothing. While Loren was lost in thought and researching, the crystal train's exterior began to emit a deep light, indicating that they were about to leave the city and begin their journey through the wilderness.

"Passengers, please close your windows. The magical protection of train 7935 is about to be activated. We are heading towards the buffer zone and will soon officially enter the wilderness."

The train's announcement began to play, and as a naturally magical being, Loren sensed a massive surge of magical energy flowing within the steel behemoth beneath him, like blood coursing through his veins, as the beast roared wildly.

"Do you have to be so exaggerated?"

As a city dragon, this was the first time Loren had left Linyue City, and the first time he had ever sensed such terrifying magical fluctuations.

This made him turn his gaze to the car window and stare intently outside.

The scenery outside the car window began to change; the neat farms and sparse but orderly outposts on the edge of the city were quickly left behind.

Instead, there is a massive, wildly growing, and distorted vegetation.

The giant tree, tens of meters high, with its intertwined roots and vines, formed a tunnel that directly blocked out the sky.

As the magic crystal train passed by, swathes of branches and vines were snapped and began to fall like rain. Considering the train's intervals, this meant that these vines and branches might not have grown back for more than an hour!

"Sikashidang? Do plants in the wilderness all grow this fast?"

Loren found it somewhat absurd, and he even began to consult the natives of the wilderness.

"Yes."

"Some are, some aren't."

"Yes, some are, some aren't."

The two heads answered eagerly, and after leaving the tunnel formed by the giant trees and vines, the ground was covered with exotic flowers and plants, forming a grassland. The scenery made Loren wonder if he had eaten mushrooms or if he had been under a spell for a moment.

Those were colors that wouldn't normally appear in nature; the various strange hues made the dragon feel as if it were in the laboratory of those academy mages.

Only when survival is completely disregarded will plants exhibit such unique phenomena.

"This is... the wilderness..."

Loren couldn't help but swallow hard. Even as a mage and as a dragon, one of the most elite races in the world, he felt a deep sense of awe.

What exactly did they do during that great schism?
Before Loren could recover from the shock of the scene before him, the environment began to change again, this time with living beings.

A giant insect with a wingspan of several meters, comparable to Loren's true form, was being chased by a tiny bird, no bigger than a human palm:

The ground was littered with the abandoned skeletons of various creatures, many of which were abnormal in shape and proportion, at least, quite different from what Loren had learned...

"It's a good thing I didn't choose to fly myself, otherwise poachers would probably be the least risky group."

Loren inwardly complained, thankful for his caution, which also deepened his understanding of the wilderness.

This part is not in the Dragon Legacy, nor will it be in online magic courses.

After all, the Wilderness was born from that Great Schism, and knowledge about the Great Schism is taboo in the Federation. Even the dragons didn't record much of it in their inherited memories, let alone the Wilderness itself.

After all, the Federation itself is only five hundred years old, and for dragons with lifespans of over a thousand years, this thing is still a novelty.

(End of this chapter)