Lord of the Scourge: Become the Demon Archduke In the Beginning

　　　　"Ding~Task: The peeping of the kobold has been completed.

　　 Reward: The allegiance of the kobold bloodline mage has been issued, please accept it yourself. "

　　 Laurent’s first war in the world ended with the surrender of the bloodmage Sim Claw.

　　 The kobolds were visibly defeated with their high morale after Sim Claw scolded them to surrender.

　　 The barbarians in a frenzied state went mad.

　　 If it hadn't been for Lawren to stop the Barbarian in time, there would be no one to survive at the end of the field.

　　 But because of this, he has hundreds of prisoners in his hands.

　　 It didn’t take long for the battlefield to be sorted out.

　　The barbarians who have turned mad are like a deflated ball, their legs are soft and supporting each other, and the arms holding the battle axe are shaking uncontrollably...

　　 The increase in combat power gained by the barbarian after being mad can almost be described as an exaggeration.

　　 But there are gains and losses. The day-long period of weakness after madness makes this skill destined to not become a regular skill.

　　 However, the spirits of these sluggish big guys are not bad, and they can even be called exhilarating.

　　 Because after the war, everyone feels that their strength has improved.

　　The barbarian lives on the bitter cold mountain, fights with monsters all the year round, grabs food with brown bears, and is very keen on his own strength, even a slight improvement can clearly perceive it.

　　 Besides, the improvement this time is so obvious.

　　 Post-war statistics, there are 10 high-ranking bronze barbarians who have been promoted to the silver level in the battle.

　　 These barbarians screamed in excitement, and their gazes toward Luoren were full of fanatical worship.

　　 This is the power bestowed by their new king!

　　 Praise the beauty god! Praise Lord Laurent!

　　The war has ended, and the aftermath is the next step.

　　 Loren dragged his weak body and came to the front of the convoy to place the wounded.

　　 There are nearly forty barbarians lying on the ground in this clearing.

　　 The armor on their bodies was scorched after being burned by the flames, and the blood on their bodies had dried up to black. Some wounds torn by claws were tumbling, and even some wounds could see bones...

　　 Painful wailing echoed in the air.

　　All the savages are injured more or less, but it is not a big problem to be injured by ordinary kobolds, and it will be good if you can keep them in a barbarian physique for a few days.

　　 The only barbarians affected by magic are in a worrying state. The power of the elements is devouring their lives, and ordinary healing methods are completely ineffective.

　　 Luoren's face was as cold as ice, and the murderous aura on his body almost condensed in substance.

　　These barbarians are all his foundation...

　　The kobold bloodline mage Sim Claw keenly noticed the cold light in Loren's eyes, and he trembled all over, his eyes hurriedly looked to the side, his heart was almost swallowed by fear.

　　 I don’t know why, even when Sim Claw faces the barbarian chief Yas and Fiyana, the two gold and platinum-level powerhouses are only angry.

　　 But only when he saw that his face was calm and he didn't even show his anger or dissatisfaction, there was unspeakable fear in his heart.

　　 That is the fear that the lower beings face from the depths of the blood of the higher beings.

　　 "How are their injuries?"

　　 Lawren turned his head and looked at the barbarian chief beside him, his tone without emotion.

　　 "Master Laurent, their bodies have been damaged by elemental energy. If you don't remove those extraordinary powers, I'm afraid..."

　　 The sturdy Yass face was full of pain.

　　Although barbarians are not afraid of death, no one wants to see his partner fall in front of him, and he was killed by a lowly kobold!

　　 This is absolutely unacceptable to a proud barbarian.

　　 Lawren turned his gaze to Sim Claw, who was pretending to be dead, and said lightly.

　　 "You should be able to remove the elemental power in their bodies, am I right?"

　　 Sim Sharp's body trembled, and he plucked up the courage to look up at Loren, his face uglier than crying.

　　 "Yes, yes, my lord...I should be able to clear it."

　　Lorren nodded, and reached out to signal Feyana.

　　 "Help him unlock the seal of power."

　　Fyana stared at Sim Claw warily.

　　 "You stand behind me."

After 　　 instructed Luoren, he took a few steps forward, and the platinum energy on his body burned out like a flame, and instantly enveloped Sim Sharp Claw.

　　 After a few breaths, a light white energy from the kobold bloodline mage rose up and dissipated directly in the air.

　　 The magic power is restored.

　　 Sim felt that the flow of magic in his body was too late to be happy, sonorous ~ the sharp sword was placed on his neck, and the cold touch of the metal touching the skin made his back skin numb.

　　 Feiyana has a cold tone.

　　 "Don't play tricks, kobolds, I have killed more spellcasters than you think..."

　　 Sim's face became stiff, and he immediately became honest.

　　While a few people watched vigilantly, they came to the wounded tremblingly.

　　 "Dear lady, I need to work magic..."

"Um."

　　 After agreeing, Sim breathed a sigh of relief, and the magic power surged out of his body, and a crimson fire elemental force began to condense.

　　 After a few breaths, that elemental force enveloped the surrounding area of ​​tens of meters.

　　The wounded savages lying on the ground suddenly wailed in extreme pain, but after a short period of pain, the elemental power that had been eroding them was unknowingly dissipated...

　　 The dying barbarian regained a bit of energy in an instant, and his breath stabilized.

　　 Lawren immediately used the real eye to check.

　　 barbarian

　　 Grade: Bronze Advanced

　　Status: Seriously injured

(slightly)......

　　 These thirty people were originally in a state of dying. Although they have not fully recovered yet, they have also recovered to a severely injured state, and the fortune-telling has been saved.

　　 Luo Lun breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he doesn't die, with the powerful physique of a barbarian, it won't be long before he can be alive and kicking again.

　　 After the barbarian was out of danger, Loren was in a much better mood and opened the system panel again. Only then was he in the mood to check the quest rewards obtained by defeating the kobold, the kobold blood mage-Sim Claw.

　　 with a bit of curiosity, opened the real eye.

　　 Sim Claw

　　 Level: Silver Elementary

　　 Bloodline: Dragon Blood Kobold (B+ level, awakened)

　　 loyalty: 0 (may defect at any time)

　　 Fetters: Kobold bloodline mage, when the number of kobolds around exceeds 100, the mana recovery speed increases by 30%, and the spell power increases by 20%.

　　 Evaluation: He has mastered powerful spells from the bloodline, and the power of the spells has been improved because of the meager dragon blood in his body.

　　Loren just felt bright and blinded, Dragonblood kobold? ?

　　 Looking at the silly boy wearing a black cloak, shivering under his gaze, his expression was quite wonderful.

　　 No wonder this guy's magic power is so powerful, it's simply!

　　 No matter what kind of life, as long as it has a relationship with a natural supernatural race like the dragon, it will be unusual.

　　 This kobold is so lucky...

　　 turned his head and glanced at the big hole blasted by magic in the distance and the more than thirty barbarians lying on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly.

　　 A bloodline mage who has the blood of a dragon and has mastered two powerful spells. The reward for this mission is simply arrogant.

　　 Fireball is a second-level spell, but the third-level spell that can make hundreds of kobolds soaring—bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, can only be learned by a golden high-level wizard.

　　Only with this spell, the kobold is invaluable.

　　In the main plane of Noel, the number of spellcasters is extremely rare, and it has always been a top power that can never be met.

　　On a rare base, the number of spellcasters who master high-level spells above the third ring is even smaller, not to mention bloodthirsty thaumaturgy, a group of three ring magic.

　　 Even under normal circumstances, this kind of group gain magic requires platinum mage to learn, and the golden high-level mage is just a threshold for learning...

　　 Now this bloodthirsty thaumaturgy kobold becomes his subordinate... Then rounding up, isn't it equivalent to having a platinum mage?

　　 In Dekker City, it takes expensive to hire a silver-level spellcaster, not to mention gold and platinum-level casters. I am afraid that there are not even 10 platinum mages in the entire city.

　　 All of a sudden, Loren felt very happy.

　　 But why is this kobold not loyal?

　　After thinking for a while, Luoren's heart moved, and the system prompts that he needs to receive it by himself? ?

　　 looked at the kobold mage indifferently.

　　 The voice does not contain the slightest emotion.

　　 "Sim Claw, you led your men to attack my convoy, causing a lot of casualties.

　　 Now, in the name of Lord Grey Eagle, I will judge your sins! "

　　 "Fyana, seal his power."

　　 Feiyana nodded, and once again sealed the magic power of Sim Claw with platinum-level energy.

　　 Luoren took a few steps forward, and took the cross-sword from Feyana. The sword edge was placed on Sim's panic on his neck.

　　 The cold touch of the sword blade spreads through the skin, UU read www.uukanshu. Com Sim just felt that his whole body was weakening at the moment, and his eyes were full of horror when he looked at Lawren.

　　What is this tyrant doing? ? !

　　 Laurent has a cold tone.

　　 "After my trial, it is confirmed that you and all kobolds have committed an unforgivable death.

　　 Now you have two ways to go, one, to join the Grey Eagle Territory to become my subordinate, to be loyal to me, and to atone for the sins you committed.

　　Second, I will put you to death and execute it immediately. "

　　 Sim looked at Luoren's non-fluctuating eyes, and his heart collapsed directly.

　　 No, he can't just die here, he still has a future, he has just awakened his blood for a month!

　　 He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!

　　 "No! Great master noble, I am still useful, you can't kill me, you can't kill me!

　　 Me, I am willing to take refuge in you, I choose one! Pick one!

　　 I would like to be your subordinate!

　　 I am a mage, there are still many spells in my blood that have not awakened, you must believe me, I am still useful to you! "

　　 stammered, the dog's face was full of anxiety and panic, for fear that Luoren waved his hand and let the sword pierce his neck.

　　 But his frantically struggling body was firmly grasped by the two barbarians behind him, to no avail.

　　Loren nodded slowly, then turned to look at Fijana.

　　 "What he said is reasonable?"

　　 Fayana, with a cold face, was very weird in her heart, and then she glanced sympathetically and madly signaled to her, full of eagerness for the kobold mage who wanted her to say something nice.

　　Why did she always feel that she had seen this scene...have the same thing happened to the chamber of commerce presidents who came to the hotel to find him that morning?