Overgeared

“That’s it for today.”

“You too?”

“Me too.”

“You are senior warriors and you can’t even last for 10 minutes? Tsk, you fools.”

“Shut up. I’m fortunate not to be overwhelmed in 10 seconds.”

The lifespan of the half-draconians was 150 years. Their natural physical abilities were so excellent that they rarely died of illnesses or accidents. However, the half-draconians didn’t have a high population. It was barely maintained at 300 people for the past millennium. Was it because they killed each other at the festival (ranking competition) that ranked their kin?

No. It could be seen from the effect of the contract between Grid and Hao that the aggressiveness of the half-draconians was somewhat repressed among those of the same race. It was surprisingly rare for a festival to cause casualties. Even so, the reason for the small population of the half-draconians was simple.

Their breeding capacity was low. There were too many fetuses that died because they couldn’t bear the evil blood of Bunhelier flowing through the mother’s body. That’s right. 30 out of 300—the reason why Helena was chased by a small number of half-draconians, 10% of the population, was because they were faithful to the instincts of racial reproduction. Her unborn baby would resemble Helena and would be strong enough to handle Bunhelier’s blood.

“Can Helena set a new record today?”

“It won’t be easy... To increase the record, she has to enter a new realm. Such enlightenment is impossible in a day or two.”

“I hope she is patient and doesn’t overdo it.”

Juless, Zepiro, Caspar, Nabalt, and Helga—they were five out of only 20 senior warriors across the entire half-draconian race. Nevertheless, they failed to break through the beginning of the seventh ridge. If they worked together then they could easily break through but for half-draconians, fights should be done on their own. There was no concept of cooperation.

They looked at the top of the mountain in the distance. The sun seemed to explode. Every time a red light flashed in the gray sky, there was the faint sound of an explosion through the blizzard. By now, hell would’ve unfolded on the field. Half of the high peaks would’ve been smashed and Helena would be the only living creature on the land.

Duguen, duguen, dugeun.

The hearts of the senior warriors thumped. They imagined Helena slaughtering the top monsters and their trust and affection toward her were infinitely large. They wanted to pair up with Helena no matter what. They wanted to be picked by her to father her child and carve their mark on the world.

‘...I have to be strong.’

This wasn’t the time to be absent-minded. They needed to fight, gain experience, and build up their skills on the sixth ridge.

‘I haven’t had a drink for a long time.’

It was around the time for Jad to come back. He said he would come back with 100 wagons of alcohol so their mouths were already watering. The five senior warriors wiped the saliva that flowed at the thought of the man-made alcohol. They waited for the wagon procession at the beginning of the sixth ridge. More than an hour passed and they felt a bit anxious because they couldn’t see any signs of the procession.

“Did they get delayed by monsters?”

“What are you talking about? 15 low-grade and five intermediate warriors were sent to the third ridge to escort the procession. How could they be delayed by monsters?”

slowed

to avoid the sanju. How can

better to go out and meet

of strong humans

for Jad to fight while protecting

wagons might be lost. He didn’t want this

to glide down. He moved in an instant from the summit of the sixth ridge to the middle of the fifth ridge and examined the traces in his surroundings, but the white snow was clean without any traces. There were no human

still only on the fourth

of the fifth ridge and spread open his wings again. He waited for the proper wind direction

“......”

fourth ridge. It was only infested with miscellaneous monsters. It was strange. After dealing with the sacrifice sent by Frontier, they needed to order the lord to collect the wine, food, and clothing and prepare the wagons.

event

couldn’t rule out the possibility that the sacrificial lamb sent by Frontier had unexpected skills. Didn’t Helena always tell them? It would be arrogant to

was the exception of the Undefeated King. It wouldn’t be strange

account the loss of his kin. His assessment was that there were too many exaggerations in Madra’s record. It was natural. What idiot in the world would believe that a human slaughtered hundreds of thousands of imperial forces on his own? Even if this was a real person,

killed the monsters like they were moths and passed the summit

“...!”

snowballs rolled down from the top like a tsunami. The even more spectacular thing was the fact that the volume of the snowballs was growing every minute. Caspar got goosebumps. He realized that his dragon scales would be useless in front of the huge snowballs containing rocks. He would be killed the moment he

“Bah!”

Caspar snorted to get rid of his fear and spread his wings to fly up. He got motion sickness from the shaking scenery. The snowballs that grew to over 10 meters in volume passed just by the soles

“Kuoock...!”

he floated in the sky. Hundreds of snowballs fell from the top to

it aimed

tranquil mountain. Did Jad’s party get hit in Frontier? Did the humans deliberately cause an avalanche here when they knew the half-draconians were coming? What happened to his kin who had gone

suspicions. Caspar didn’t even consider that this was a man-made situation. The sanju existed on each ridge. They were

caught the attention of the

entered their home. The half-draconians knew this fact since they first arrived at the mountain ridge. Thus, they memorized the location of the sanju’s lairs and avoided these places as much as possible. This was only possible because they had a handful

have the ability to evade the gaze of the sanju. Jad’s group would’ve led the procession to avoid the lairs of the sanju but the slow and noisy procession of humans might’ve caught the sanju’s attention. If the sanju

would be

in ancient myths. They were weak compared to the hydra but they were strong and difficult to deal with in their domain. It happened when Caspar was in

was a loud noise and a sanju fell down from the top of the mountain. It was also

‘What?’

furious eyes of the falling sanju.

“Dammit!”

the attack of the sanju. However, the sanju just passed by Caspar. Then it hit the ground.

“...!”

his eyes widened. The sanju’s fur was completely covered with blood. The sanju was moaning while

‘What?’

they couldn’t harm the sanju