Damon’s eyes imdiately lit up. If he could sohow subdue this order or even form a new contract with them, then he would finally get his hands on a soul attack technique. Both of them would be a lot more profitable to him than simply eradicating them all.
However, this wouldn’t be like the easy ti he had with the Venom Sigils. This was a gun fight when it ca down to it. Would his poison strike first, or their soul attack strike first? Whoever succeeds in making the first move would have the other by the balls. That was that.
It was a little bit of a risk, which made Damon hesitate slightly. Then he thought of sothing. "So what do you guys have over them?" He turned around and asked loman. "Do you have a soul-strengthening technique that is based on poison?"
Even as he asked, Damon couldn’t help but get excited over it. If they truly possessed such a thing, then he would have definitely struck a jackpot.
But it looked like he was not that lucky just yet.
"We have a soul-clouding poison," loman answered without hiding anything. "We don’t trust anyone from that order despite our peace treaty. Most of us are typically in seclusion, only acting when needed. So it doesn’t really affect us. But when we do venture outside, we use the soul-clouding poison."
"The soul-clouding poison temporarily makes us weak and vulnerable, but at the sa ti, it offers a good enough soul defense."
"A poison that clouds the soul, huh?" Damon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Do you have so with you?"
"Of course, my lord." loman imdiately transferred many potion bottles to Damon. "Who is the alchemist who makes this potion?"
"All of us are capable of brewing both potions and poisons, my lord. But the Ninth elder, Lazar, is the one who specializes in brewing soul-clouding potions."
Damon nodded. "Okay. Bring him here then."
An old man walked over, and Damon quickly opened up a Blood Gate for him. He imdiately sent him and a few of the soul-clouding potion bottles to Arya. Arya might be more capable than this old man in the long run, but the guy had many years of experience, which could be invaluable to her.
Damon settled a few more things with the order and then finally wrapped up things in the Dune of Graves. However, he was not convinced about Pain Serpents being their next target.
"What about the Beast Lords?" Damon asked loman.
"Ah, they are extrely formidable, my lord. I wouldn’t suggest attacking them at all. They are not normal beast tars who ride the desert centipedes and the desert wolves. They have extrely deadly, poisonous beasts, so of which even we do not have access to."
"We trade with them on a regular basis to acquire these beasts. They also possess deadly swarms of poisonous beasts, which makes it difficult even to approach their territory," loman continued grimly.
"Their main fortress lies within the Toxic Wastes. The Beast Lords have turned the area into their nest. If not for so of our unique poison antidotes and the untouchable miasma of the Dune of Graves, they would have erased us all a long ti ago."
Damon smiled. "You should have started with this then. Sounds like they would be the perfect next target for ."
loman shook his head fervently. "Please reconsider, my lord. Their leader, Grand Tar Zothar, is not a re beast tar. He’s a hybrid himself. So even say his blood can infect other tars, enslaving them to his hive."
"So so sort of ntal attack?" Damon nodded. "It should be fine. As long as we can turn up and surprise those motherfuckers, we should still have the upper hand."
It was definitely risky, but if he could pump up his poison a little bit more before paying the elf a visit, then it would all be worth it.
Damon imdiately checked back in with Lirae, and absolutely nothing had changed. They were simply waiting and spending ti in a nearby city with nothing much to do. The whole thing felt extrely fishy. He was not comfortable waiting any longer.
If he was now strong enough and his poison was potent enough to subdue the Venom Sigil, he felt confident in approaching Erelion.
"Ok, give the coordinates of the Beast Lords." Damon quickly got to work.
"My lord..." loman hesitated.
"It’s fine. If you don’t want to accompany , then I can go by myself." Damon smiled.
loman imdiately shook his head vigorously. "No, my lord. Please allow to co. It would be my utmost honor to stand beside you in this siege."
Damon nodded. He did not take many people with him. Only two of the elders. loman and the other called Narsi. Thankfully, they had the precise coordinates, which helped Damon arrive at the spot without wasting much ti.
But the mont he arrived, he understood why the other two elders dreaded coming to this place. Almost instantly, chaos erupted all around them, and the three of them were surrounded by an incessant humming sound.
Hundreds and thousands of venomous wasps filled the air like a living storm, blotting out the sun. The sky itself seed to crawl with wings.
Each insect shimred with tallic carapaces, their stingers dripping with venom that hissed and sizzled as it fell onto the sand. The entire area pulsed like a single organism, a hive made of nightmares.
loman and Narsi imdiately summoned defensive barriers, their poison-imbued auras flaring around them like green dos. But the buzzing was overwhelming, vibrating inside their skulls.
"My lord! This is their first layer of defense! The Wailing Swarm!" loman shouted over the noise. "The venom they carry can lt steel in seconds!"
Damon nodded and raised his hand. A surge of blood mist erupted from his body, forming barriers around the two elders, followed by a circle of poisonous aura that burst outward. For a mont, nothing happened, but then it started raining.
A rain of wasp corpses.
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