Caelan stood in front of the Abyss Throne, his eyes deep and sharp, his mind racing as he carefully considered his next move: Gyrus Demons as level 8 troops, their terrible AGI and ATT made him feel confident, on the edge of the Eternal Continent, he thought they should have no rivals.
To take full advantage of six Gyrus Demons, he planned to form six Demon armies with six Gyrus Demons as their leaders. His finger flicked across the map, planning the route for each army. With the Abyssal Gate as their starting point, they would head off in six different directions to scour and plunder the sector.
With the presence of the mighty Gyrus Demon, some of the tribes that the Lesser Demon and Native Demon had not dared mess with before were able to make a move this time. The corner of Caelan's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.
Caelan walks over to the Abyssal Hatchery and once again invests a large amount of Resource Points.
[-1800 points. Remaining: 1290 points].
(The previous hatching of the Shadow Demon cost 260 points.)
Inside the Abyssal Hatchery, thick Dark Abyssal Energy surged like a raging whirlpool, emitting eerie light and a low humming sound like a call from hell. A black egg rose and fell into the pool, its shell flickering with mysterious runes that were like dancing dark flames, emitting an evil aura. With the infusion of energy, tiny cracks began to appear in the egg's shell, and a native demon broke out of its shell. They struggled, sticky slime clinging to their bodies, their eyes glittering with greed and ferocity, their shrill cries rising and falling, echoing throughout the Dark Abyss.
Once hatched, Caelan quickly divided the over one thousand native demons into six teams. The six mighty Gyrus Demons led their respective teams and swept towards the Eternal Continent with great force.
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Not far away, a large caravan of more than 60 beings is slowly moving towards the Iron Mine. The dwarves in this caravan were small in stature, but very strong, with rough and tough skin, like weathered rock. Their hair was thick and untidy, of various colors, and their eyes were bright and sharp, revealing determination and cunning.
The Beastmen, on the other hand, were tall and muscular, some covered in thick hair, others with only rough fur in key areas such as their arms and legs. Their faces were craggy, their fangs bared, and their eyes fierce and alert.
A dwarf at the head of the group sat on a sturdy warhorse, he was more stocky than the other dwarves and his round belly seemed to hide a small drum. He wore a magnificent robe of gold velvet, the collar and cuffs of which were studded with brilliant jewels that glittered in the sunlight. His beard was thick and snow-white, like winter frost and snow, and hung down to his chest. At this moment, his face was somber, his eyebrows furrowed, and his tone was one of dissatisfaction: "Robert, are you sure that the iron mine your team surveyed is near here? You've been leading us around for a long time!"
The red-haired beast called Robert immediately bent down and apologized. He was tall and well-muscled, his red hair blowing wildly in the wind.
"President Seth, our team rarely comes here, so we're not very familiar with it, but I'm sure the iron mine is in this area. Don't be angry, the size of the mine will satisfy you."
Seth looked at Robert's fawning attitude of admitting his mistake, let out a cold snort, his beard moving violently with the cold snort, glared at Robert with a face full of disgust, and turned to get into the magnificently decorated carriage behind him to rest.
They came from a medium-sized city hundreds of miles from here, Gluia Town. This city was under the kingdom of the dwarves and was run by the dwarves. As the only medium-sized town in the area, it was home to many races, but the status of the dwarves was much higher than that of the other races.
Robert, the leader of a Beastman raiding party in the town, had recently come across this iron mine while on a mission in the area. This was an iron mine that could refine the precious metal Dark Iron, which was extremely valuable to the dwarves who loved to forge equipment. Also, the size of this iron mine is not small, Robert's team can't mine it alone, so Robert went back to the city and contacted the president of the Yale Branch Chamber of Commerce in the city to jointly mine this iron mine.
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The Yale Chamber of Commerce is the largest chamber of commerce in the dwarven kingdom, and its wealth is extremely frightening and can rival that of the country, with branches in every town in the dwarven kingdom.
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Robert's team of adventurers walked at the front of the transport caravan, carefully checking that the route was correct.
"Captain, will President Seth really be willing to give us 10% of the iron ore?"
A grey-haired beastman beside Robert asked with a worried face.
"Don't worry, the Yale Chamber of Commerce has always been honest. Besides, we are only asking for 10% of the iron ore as payment for our discovery, I think Seth has no reason to refuse."
Robert replied in a similarly low voice with a hint of reassurance in his tone.
At that moment, another black-haired beastman in the group suddenly shouted excitedly, "Captain, I found it, the iron ore is right there!
Following the direction the black-haired beastman was pointing, the eyes of the crowd looked over and indeed found the entrance to the iron mine.
Seth stepped down from the carriage, his face filled with joy as he saw this iron mine, the size of which was estimated to be capable of refining a tonne of Dark Iron, which would surely fetch an astonishingly high price in the dwarven kingdom.
"My lord. Something's wrong. Normally, the dust at the entrance to this iron mine should be as thick as a pile of cotton. But this entrance is really clean. Obviously, someone's been cleaning it up. And over there on the ground are some footprints of unknown creatures. There also seem to be some faint sounds coming from inside the iron mine.
A solidly built dwarf warrior next to Seth said. His name was Edgar, one of Seth's personal bodyguards and the strongest warrior in this transport caravan. His strong arms seemed to contain endless power, his armor glittered coldly in the sunlight, and his eyes were filled with determination and fearlessness that made beings look at him with fear.
"Robert, you wouldn't have told others about this iron mine, would you?"
Seth's face instantly darkened as he heard his trusted follower Edgar's tale, and his gaze glared harshly at Robert.
Robert hastily waved his hands and said that it was impossible, claiming that he had told Seth this news the first time and that when his team had surveyed this iron ore mine, they had indeed found no one mining it.
Seth let out a cold sneer. In his exalted position, he knew that Robert would not dare lie to him. This meant that the iron mine, which should have been his, was now in the hands of thieves!
In Seth's mind, this precious iron mine was his private property, and no one could take a single cent from him.
At that moment, a dozen lesser demons, completely unaware of the presence of beings outside the mine, walked slowly out of the mine with baskets full of ore.
Seth, Robert, and the others looked at these fierce-faced, oddly shaped Lesser Demons, and their faces instantly became extremely ugly.
"Edgar!"
Seeing that these monsters were indeed carrying his ore, Seth became instantly enraged, his face full of anger and discontent, his voice filled with an icy chill as he shouted at Edgar.
"Yes, my lord!"
Edgar quickly pulled an exquisite and incomparable instrument from his waist. The instrument was about the size of his palm, with a metal casing that shone with a dark golden light, with intricate dials, each engraved with fine runes, and in the center was a tiny crystal that was crystal clear but emitted a mysterious light. With that, he moved nimbly forward, ready to test the strength of the group of monsters at the entrance to the mine.
This was a piece of equipment that the dwarven kingdom was proud of - the Combat Detector, capable of accurately determining the general combat strength of an opponent based on their scent. It was carefully forged from extremely precious and magical detection crystals and several types of precious metals that were rare in the world.