Chapter 1996 - 1989: Its Egg Dropped
"Get a few more eggs?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Menglong’s utterly confident expression and couldn’t help feeling a bit puzzled. Why was Zhang Menglong so sure of himself? Was it because that big drop just now made him float, or did he actually have some plan?
Of course, it wasn’t like no one had ever received a similar mission before; some people had even gotten more generous rewards. Back then, that Martial Artist’s mission was to steal a dragon egg from the nest of a Dragon Clan Warcraft, and the quest issuer offered a sky‑high price of 20 million Supreme Coins to purchase that single dragon egg.
But when that Martial Artist approached the Warcraft nest, he was stunned. There were at least over two thousand Warcraft guarding the area around the nest, and the weakest of them were all King Level Warcraft. There was a huge pile of Emperor Level ones, and there were even two Emperor Level beasts. Even if he threw his life away, it would be almost impossible to steal that egg from so many Warcraft.
The difficulty of Zhang Menglong’s mission this time was naturally not that ridiculous, but it was still absolutely a venture into a dragon’s den and tiger’s lair. Based on Ying Zheng’s estimate, there had to be quite a few King Level magic‑breathing Warcraft guarding that nest. Even though they had numbers on their side, it would still be very hard to break in.
And there was another very practical issue: everyone else and Zhang Menglong were complete strangers. Why should they take risks to help him for a mission that had nothing to do with them?
"Everyone be careful, there are Warcraft nearby!" At this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly stopped in his tracks, and everyone instantly restrained their auras at the same time.
In the distance was a huge lake, and at the edge of the lake, a group of magic‑breathing Warcraft were drinking water. The smallest of these Warcraft were less than a meter long, while the largest were close to a hundred meters!
Ordinary magic‑breathing Warcraft, once fully grown, were between 10 and 20 meters in length. One that could grow to nearly a hundred meters was definitely a leader among the magic‑breathing Warcraft and very likely already possessed King Level strength, which meant 100 to 1000 times the Peak of Dao Realm in power!
"A total of 271. Confident?" Ying Zheng asked.
"If the intel’s accurate, it shouldn’t be a big problem." The others gave him a hand signal.
"I’ll handle that magic‑breathing Warcraft leader. The rest of the Warcraft you can divide up as you like. Finish it fast, don’t drag things out. If you can gang up, then don’t solo. There’s no need to talk about ’honor’ with Warcraft!"
"Got it!"
After saying that, Ying Zheng was the first to fly out. This was Zhang Menglong’s first time seeing Ying Zheng make a move. The might of an emperor really was extraordinary. A vast purple‑gold Energy suddenly erupted from his body, like a towering mountain that made others look up in awe.
"This Ying Zheng probably already has around 1200 times the Peak of Dao Realm in strength!" Zhang Menglong roughly estimated. If he were placed in the world of the God Race, he would absolutely be the undisputed number one! What on earth had he gone through to reach such heights in just over two thousand years?
"Purple Tenuity Emperor Art!" Ying Zheng went all out. A faint golden armor vaguely appeared on the surface of his body, and an Energy‑formed sword also appeared in his hand.
"Sword Domain!" Ying Zheng silently muttered, and the area within a 200‑meter radius around that magic‑breathing Warcraft leader was instantly shrouded in a golden radiance. Countless golden Light Swords rained down from the sky and slammed into its scales, making the Warcraft let out pained roars.
The other magic‑breathing Warcraft instantly entered battle readiness as well. At this moment, the Martial Artists also swarmed forward, with basically four or five people surrounding one Warcraft. The scene was practically the same as a guild running a dungeon and fighting a boss in a game.
That magic‑breathing Warcraft leader did indeed possess King Level strength, but at a guess it was only around five to six hundred times the Peak of Dao Realm. Compared to Ying Zheng, there was still a massive gap.
After being battered in that Sword Domain for a few minutes, the scales on its body finally couldn’t take it anymore and cracked in large patches.
"Emperor Seal!" Ying Zheng formed a string of hand seals with both hands. In the sky, a square object condensed into being. Zhang Menglong had seen the Imperial Jade Seal left behind by Emperor Qin, and the shape of this Emperor Seal was actually identical to that Imperial Jade Seal. He had actually tied his Martial Artist path together with his own identity.
As an emperor, this identity was Ying Zheng’s pride. All of his Martial Arts Techniques were closely linked to this identity of his as an emperor. It was precisely this imperial mindset and majesty that allowed him to keep advancing along the Martial Dao.
"Boom!" The Emperor Seal slammed down on that magic‑breathing Warcraft leader, almost crushing its entire body into minced meat. Within that radiance, the Warcraft’s corpse vanished, leaving only a small pile of Supreme Coins.
"530 Supreme Coins. So unlucky!" Ying Zheng curled his lip. He was long since used to results like this. The drop rate in this world was absurdly low, to the point of being outrageous. Sometimes getting one or two health potions or mana potions already counted as hitting the jackpot!
Supreme Coins was only enough to buy one mana potion. The profit was pathetically small. After all, the Energy restored by a single mana potion was only enough for him to use that attack three times.
At this moment, several relatively weak magic‑breathing Warcraft also let out wails under the group assault, but the Supreme Coins they dropped were even fewer. The least dropped only 12 coins! The most was just 287, and that still had to be split among four people.
"It dropped something! It dropped something!" Suddenly someone shouted in delight. A magic‑breathing Warcraft had just died, and besides around 100 Supreme Coins on the ground, it also dropped a bloody eyeball!
"A magic‑breathing Warcraft’s eye, this thing is worth 2000 Supreme Coins!" that Martial Artist said excitedly. Even split four ways, each person would get 500 Supreme Coins, which was already a decent haul for them!
In this world, the phrase everyone believed in most was "many a little makes a mickle."
"Sigh." Looking at their expressions, Zhang Menglong also sighed and shook his head. Just this little gain was enough to make them that happy. Poverty really had limited their imagination!
"There’s absolutely no way the next magic‑breathing Warcraft we kill will big‑drop again!"
Zhang Menglong was about to move as well!
After triggering the power of Management Studies, Zhang Menglong also located a lone magic‑breathing Warcraft. This Warcraft was slightly stronger than the one Zhang Menglong had just killed. Seeing a Human Martial Artist proactively come at it, it flapped its wings and took to the sky.
"You’d better not fly. Get down here!" A powerful force gathered on Zhang Menglong’s body. "Great Desolation Imprisoning Heaven Finger!"
A gigantic finger descended from the void. Even Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment by such a display of might. This martial arts technique was probably not inferior to his Emperor Seal, maybe even stronger. In particular, the imperial power contained at the fingertip was in no way weaker than his. The creator of this martial art was definitely an emperor as well!
"Menglong, are you also an heir of some emperor?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Yeah, I’m an heir of socialism!" Zhang Menglong casually replied, his gaze already fixed on the magic‑breathing Warcraft’s corpse gleaming with golden light.
Only now did Ying Zheng notice that after killing this magic‑breathing Warcraft, Zhang Menglong had triggered another massive drop! And it was the kind where even the underwear came off—the sight of that shiny Supreme Crystal almost made Ying Zheng’s eyes go red.
The most outrageous thing was that among that pile of loot, there was actually an egg around 30 centimeters in diameter!
"A magic‑breathing Warcraft egg? It’s a magic‑breathing Warcraft egg! The egg dropped!"