This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

"Count Oscar?" Thor asked tentatively.

"I'm not afraid of losing face," the woman sneered.

no doubt.

The woman standing before Thor was none other than Count Oscar, who had just been reincarnated.

To be honest, even he was a little surprised.

I never imagined that the count would be reincarnated as a woman.

"Count, where is your son? Why wasn't he there to protect you?"

Oliver was not seen at the scene.

The other party snorted coldly.

"If my son hadn't sacrificed his life, do you think I'd still be standing here?"

Oliver died too?

Who did it?

The rhythm of this series of events left Thor completely bewildered.

"What's wrong with him?" Thor asked.

"Hmph, you don't need to know about this kind of thing."

The other party is unwilling to disclose.

Thor remained vigilant and spoke:

"Your soul has just been transferred here and is clearly not yet adapted to this body."

"You should still be a fifth-tier transcendent being."

"However, your combat strength is far inferior to that of a normal fifth-tier superhuman, and you cannot use many spells."

This is what Thor saw in the book last night.

The woman stared at him coldly, saying nothing, as if her weakness had been exploited.

Thor knew that it was all an act by the other party.

The other party is trying to lure me into launching another attack.

At that time, the two people hiding directly above on the second floor will take the opportunity to break the floor and launch a sneak attack.

Through the black mist, Thor sensed that there were three people upstairs.

The woman who was tied up must be Isera.

The other two people, a man and a woman, were both under the Earl's command.

They were Hei Shao and another man I'd never seen before.

They all appeared to be fourth-tier superhumans.

Seeing that Thor was not making a move, the woman narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously:

"What, you're too scared to make a move?"

Thor was considering his next strategy.

My first priority is to survive.

The second priority is to save Ysera.

Killing the Earl is the third priority.

If Thor really wanted to escape, he could run away at any time.

He had already set up a teleportation anchor point at a distance, which, combined with the ring on his hand that could grant immunity to one fatal blow, made him even more vulnerable.

In any case, at least he can save his own life.

As for Isera's situation.

If Thor had acted any later, she might have been taken away.

The woman who was the reincarnation of the count did not make any rash moves, and Thor was unwilling to give himself away first.

The situation remained deadlocked.

The other party broke the silence first.

"What you just used was indeed a very advanced form of dark magic."

The woman's tone sounded very serious.

If it were her subordinates, Black Peony, who were to orchestrate the black magic attack, they definitely wouldn't have achieved such an effect.

Who is your master?

Despite being a reincarnated count, the woman's tone remained arrogant.

"I'm very curious, there must be very few people left who can teach spells of this level, right?"

"As far as I know, there are very few people in the kingdom who can teach this kind of magic."

"Whose apprentice are you?"

Thor really had no idea about these things.

This was also the first time he had ever known the level of his spell.

Judging from the other party's tone, it seems to be a very powerful legendary spell.

"You can't even guess? It's pretty obvious who my master is." Thor wanted the other person to reveal the answer.

The woman seemed to have an idea in her mind, but she didn't say it aloud.

"Even if your master is that person, no one can save you today."

"Or are you waiting for one of that bitch Enor's lackeys?"

Her sudden remark took Thor by surprise.

The woman sneered and said:

"Soon, you too will be put on trial."

"Trial?"

Thor was not swayed by her words.

"Your blood sacrifice plan failed long ago. What exactly do you want to do?"

Thor was unsure of the other party's motives.

If the blood sacrifice was intended to strengthen oneself and challenge the princess's rule...

Therefore, she is no longer able to complete the blood sacrifice, and her strength has dropped from the sixth rank to the fifth rank.

Because of the soul fusion, they might not even be able to unleash their fifth-tier strength.

The other person smiled grimly, without directly answering his question.

"That bitch is crazy, you'll find out soon enough."

"I will die, and so will you."

Thor had no idea what the other person was saying.

He wasn't prepared to die in this battle.

The situation is in our favor.

As the opponent's only fifth-tier transcendent being, the Count's current soul state was precisely countered by his own skill in soul attacks.

However, since the other party knew they were being restrained, yet still dared to appear before Thor, they must have a backup plan.

Thor did the opposite and chose a different method of attack.

In an instant, Thor took out a bow and arrow from his ring and placed it in his left hand.

Dozens of magic arrows flew toward the count outside the door.

The Earl had not expected Thor to be so unethical as to refuse a fair magical duel.

Judging from the number of arrows, the opponent realized that these were magical arrows that weakened the opponent's strength to increase their numbers, so they hid behind a wall, attempting to use the wall to block the arrows.

However, he miscalculated one thing.

The left bow will not sacrifice strength.

A powerful magic arrow pierced through the wall and struck the count.

Thor couldn't see what was behind the wall, but he could see the blood flowing on the ground.

Meanwhile, in the room directly above Thor, Black Peony and a muscular man had been waiting for a long time.

With a loud bang, a hole was violently smashed through the ceiling rock, and large chunks of stone mixed with small particles fell and hit the ground with a loud thud.

The man, gripping a sword, leaped down towards Thor's location.

"Zilong, proceed according to plan," Hei Shao instructed.

The man known as Purple Dragon gripped his sword tightly, his eyes flashing with bloodlust, and a cruel smile playing on his lips.

The man believed that even if his opponent was an excellent dark mage, he had no chance of winning against the warrior's close-range attack and the combined assault of Black Peony.

That's how it should be.

If the opponent isn't Thor.

Seeing the man leaping towards him, Thor easily dodged by rolling backward.

He then took out his own Thunderfire Sword from the ring, held it horizontally in front of him with his right hand, and crossed the bow and arrows on his right hand with his left hand. He then beckoned with his finger, signaling the other party to come forward.

"This kid wants to take on two people at once?" Zi Long was somewhat surprised.

"Don't be afraid, Shiryu, he's just bluffing."

Black Peony's thinking is clear.

"You've been enhanced, get going."

Zilong's face was filled with confidence.

He was a standard fourth-tier warrior who had honed his swordsmanship and melee skills his entire life.

A half-baked magician wants to fight me?

"bring it on."

With a roar from the purple dragon, his muscles began to expand rapidly, and the thin cloth clothing on his body suddenly burst open.

His limbs had swollen to an alarming degree, with veins bulging.

Next, a thick layer of scales covered his limbs and torso.

Unlike his heavy physique, he moved with a light step.

With a flash of sword light, the purple dragon leaped up, skimming the water like a dragonfly, its sharp sword aimed straight for Thor's neck.

"die!!!"

The silver sword slashed down through the air.

Black Peony also used her most proficient dark magic to attack Thor.

Thor was unaffected by Black Peony's attack, and his movements were not slowed down in the slightest.

Faced with the attack from the Purple Dragon, he merely shifted his body slightly to the side, the blade of his sword grazing past his ear.

Zilong suppressed his surprise, attributing it all to luck, and swung his sword across the thigh with a backhand motion.

Thor parried with lightning speed, his sword flashing.

With a clang, metal clashed, and Thor blocked the attack with his sword in his right hand, but was knocked back several meters.

Purple Dragon stood firmly in place, not being pushed back in the slightest.

He won this contest.

"He's just a magician after all."

Unlike the complacent Purple Dragon, Black Peony looked extremely nervous.

Only she knows how outrageous it just was.

Even a level 5 Ysera can be briefly controlled by a spell when ambushed.

It had no effect on Thor.

Surely the other party couldn't possibly be some legendary dark magician reincarnated?

Hei Shao felt this was completely unreasonable.

Zilong, however, didn't care and gave a sinister smile.

"Prepare to die!"

He used the same trick again, slashing diagonally at Thor's neck, but Thor dodged it by sidestepping.

This time, Shiryu used even greater power, slashing backhand straight at Thor's thigh.

However, Thor's steps suddenly began to move strangely, and he nimbly dodged the attack with incredible speed.

Shiryu hadn't expected his all-out attack to fail, and he lost his balance. Thor seized the opportunity to slash his sword in front of him, grazing past Shiryu's shoulder.

The outer shell of the purple dragon's shoulder was ripped open, but the muscle tissue was completely undamaged.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Zilong noticed that black flames had somehow ignited on Thor's sword.

Black flames enveloped the entire sword, emitting a scorching heat that caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.

"Black flames?"

"What is this strange thing?"

Unable to accept being injured first, Shiryu stepped forward and launched a fierce attack on Thor.

All the swordsmanship he had learned in his life was contained in that short five-second attack.

The sword strikes poured forth like a violent storm.

However, no matter how he swung his sword, his opponent was able to dodge with extremely agile footwork.

Enraged, Zilong intensified his attack, further increasing his speed, but he still couldn't touch his opponent.

He finally realized a problem.

The fact that the opponent was able to dodge so many attacks was not due to luck.

"This is fucking weird, what kind of movement technique is that?"

Thor danced like a dancer, shifting his steps, tilting his body, or adjusting his center of gravity to change his posture.

Each time, the opponent was able to predict the direction of his attack and dodge it deftly.

Although Thor's movements were visibly clumsy, he managed to dodge Shiryu's attacks every time.

In a battle fought with his pride at stake, Zilong was furious to the extreme, even suspecting that his opponent had studied his swordsmanship beforehand.

He then resorted to haphazard, unorthodox slashing, which also failed to hit Thor.

Conversely, the more chaotic the attack, the easier it is for the opponent to read and dodge.

Just as he was getting anxious.

With a clang, without any warning, his sword fell to the ground.

At the same time, he lost sensation in his right hand.

He couldn't feel his right hand anymore.

Zilong stared wide-eyed at his perfectly intact right arm.

There were no serious injuries, only a faint black flame.

He realized what had happened.

It was this strange flame that burned his arm to ashes.

Then, a sharp pain shot through my chest.

Zilong looked down and saw dozens of magic arrows stuck straight in his chest.

His pupils dilated, and he collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.

"This is Zuo Gong, kid."

Thor put down his sword and bow, just as he was about to continue dealing with Black Peony.

Upon closer inspection, the area in front of him was completely empty.

The person is gone.

The clever black peony ran away again.

"Why doesn't this guy change his name to Black Runner...?"

Thor arrived at the door and looked at the Earl, who had been shot in the abdomen by an arrow and was crawling on the ground.

She crawled on the ground using both her hands and feet, leaving clearly visible dark red bloodstains.

Thor was about to use dark magic to interrogate her.

The count turned around with difficulty to look at Thor, but a cryptic smile played on his lips.

She turned over and revealed the staff hidden in her hand.

A staff with a black gemstone at its tip, stained with the count's own blood, the gemstone shimmering with a dazzling black light.

This staff is no ordinary item.

At this moment, the staff was aimed at Thor, ready to strike.

Thor had no doubt about the power of this staff.

However, he had a ring that could withstand a fatal attack, so he was not afraid.

Things could change in the long run; we can't give them another chance.

Thor was preparing to deliver the fatal blow.

However, the other person suddenly lowered their staff, their tone full of mockery.

"There's no point in exchanging my life for yours."

"You're nothing more than a pawn in her game."

"She wanted you to kill me, that's why you're standing here."

She paused, then began to cough violently, coughing up blood that had been trapped in her throat.

Large chunks of blood were coughed up onto the ground.

Such a severe injury does not seem to be caused by Thor's arrow alone.

It seems she had encountered something earlier.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, lay flat on the ground, and showed a sense of relief in her eyes.

At this moment, the count had accepted his life.

She said calmly:

"My destiny will not be controlled by anyone else."

"The only person who can kill me is myself."

Thor was about to press for more information.

The count pointed his staff at her own head, and a magic circle suddenly activated beneath her.

On his deathbed, the count's face showed a look of relief.

With a loud "bang," the other person's body suddenly exploded, and the count was left without a complete corpse.

"He committed suicide..."

Thor frowned as he looked at the scene.

In the end, the count chose to give up the struggle and kill himself.

If we understand it according to the most basic logic...

This was because the count feared being captured alive and subjected to torture and interrogation.

However, Thor's intuition told him that the Count's suicide was not so simple.

"Is it simply because they don't want the princess's plan to succeed?" Thor asked, puzzled.

If this assumption is true, then the princess's plan really is for him to kill her.

What was the point of this plan? Thor couldn't figure it out.

Although I was somewhat concerned about what the count had said, I had no way of knowing the truth now.

He wiped the blood off his sword, put it back in his ring, and went upstairs to check on Ysera's condition.

Inside the room, Isera lay unconscious on the floor.

She seemed to be under the influence of Black Peony's dark magic, falling into a coma with her eyes closed, blood flowing from her nose.

"Hey, wake up."

Thor patted her cheek, but she didn't react.

If we don't wake her up, something bad might happen.

The others in the guardhouse were first subjected to the count's control spells, and then to their own dark magic attacks.

If Isera does not receive timely treatment.

Most of the guards will die.

We must awaken her from her slumber of dark magic.

Then let her treat others.

After a brief hesitation, Thor reached out and touched her forehead.

I entered Ysera's dream.