Chapter 3: Taming Thousands of Troops

sorcery, illusion

Under the command of the long-haired beauty, the giant of withered wood advanced with heavy footsteps towards the black-clad warriors. With a forceful strike of the wooden stick, which was as large as a water tank, it smashed the black-clad warriors along with their mounts into a puddle of flesh and blood

"Quick, capture that elven priestess!" After losing several warriors, a young man who appeared to be the leader shouted angrily, giving the order. Soon, a team of elite black-clad warriors rushed madly towards the long-haired beauty.

The disorganized formation of this group of horned wasps, estimated to number over 100, is seen slowly flying back and forth in the forest, searching for suitable food. Some are rustling through dead branches to see if there are ants or other crawling insects underneath; some are pecking at a type of broad-leaved grass about the length of a thumb, consuming the juice inside; and others are pecking around on coniferous pine trees, looking for termite nests. Some are rustling through dead branches to see if there are ants or other crawling insects underneath; some are pecking at a type of broad-leaved grass about the length of a thumb, consuming the juice inside; and others are pecking around on coniferous pine trees, looking for termite nests

After a powerful raid, the wild horned wasp beasts are caught off guard, often sustaining serious injuries before they even have a chance to react. A few that do manage to respond find themselves unable to contend with the mutated domesticated horned wasp beasts; they are either bitten in half or impaled by their sharp black horns, resembling a hornet's nest.

It is not that he wishes to accumulate some hidden virtue, but rather that the hornet beasts have become more vigilant. Not to mention the solitary hornet beasts, even the ones in small groups have decreased. The remaining hornet beasts either stay hidden in their nests all day without coming out, or when they do emerge, they come out in large swarms, leaving him with no way to act.

As the black-clad warriors charged forward with a menacing aura, the long-haired beauty nervously took a few steps back, then began to murmur while gripping her dark green staff. Soon, a powerful wave rippled through the air, followed by a series of creaking sounds, as the towering trees nearby transformed into giant deadwood figures, each over ten meters tall.

In recent days, he inadvertently discovered that injured horned bee beasts are easier to tame; the more severe the injury, the less magical power and essence blood are consumed during the taming process. With his current magical power, he can only tame ten uninjured horned bee beasts in a day, but after being injured, he can continuously tame dozens without any issues.

More than a month later, Yang Ling gradually adapted to the survival of the fittest in the forest, while also taming over two thousand man-eating horned beasts. Slowly, he no longer frequented the lair of the horned beasts.

Yang Ling rubbed his eyes, looking in disbelief at the towering giants that had transformed from majestic trees into withered wooden figures

Under Yang Ling's command, thirty fierce horned bee beasts flew out like lightning, striking swiftly to incapacitate their wild counterparts before immediately shifting their attack targets. Meanwhile, Yang Ling quickly followed, biting his index finger to let a drop of blood fall onto the forehead of the wild horned bee beast

Holding a dark green staff and murmuring for a moment, the long-haired girl raised her hand and emitted a circle of black light. Wherever it reached, the black-clad warriors moved sluggishly as if possessed, as if covered in a powerful adhesive, while the elves, skilled in archery, picked them off one by one.

Thus, during the day, Yang Ling, feeling fatigued, commanded the tamed horned bee beasts to hunt, swallowing the essence blood of the prey. Once replenished with energy, he would then set his sights on the wild horned bee beasts. In the evenings, he seized the time to cultivate the profound witchcraft techniques. At the beginning, the witch power circulating within him was still faint and elusive, but after a period of time, he gradually began to sense a surging flow of energy.

According to the memories of the hornet beast, while the cloud sculpture possesses decent speed, it lacks significant offensive capabilities and is considered a low-level flying magical beast; in contrast, the griffin is exceedingly fearsome, not only due to its swiftness but also its immense strength. A single claw strike can often tear away a large chunk of flesh from the elves, leaving them severely injured if not dead

After arriving at the scene silently, Yang Ling hid among the dense treetops. Not far away was a picturesque small mountain village, where a group of black-clad warriors riding flying beasts were soaring up and down, frantically attacking a group of panicked, pointy-eared elves

It is unclear whether it is due to the absorption of Yang Ling's essence or the influence of the Witch Tower, but once the thumb-sized horned bee beast is tamed and stays within the Witch Tower for a period of time, it will grow to the size of a knife handle. At the same time, two sharp fangs will grow on either side, and the black horn on its head will become even sharper and more menacing, significantly enhancing its combat power compared to ordinary wild horned bee beasts

Near the lake, a group of small white rabbits with pointed ears were joyfully chasing and playing. Their lychee-sized eyes rolled around Yang Ling, but he showed no interest in them. After all, no matter how fresh and delicious rabbit meat is, one can grow tired of it if consumed too often. This is akin to a man who, even if he marries a wife as beautiful as a flower, may stray after some time; the principle is the same.

Yang Ling tried several times and found that the domesticated horned bee beasts were more aggressive and combative than their wild counterparts. When facing their wild relatives, they could easily handle not just one-on-one combat, but even five or six opponents at once.

After consuming the essence blood of the giant wolf and the python, he was pleasantly surprised to find a significant increase in his magical power. He could now continuously drop blood to tame ten wild horned bee beasts each day, a remarkable improvement in efficiency. Within just a few days, he successfully tamed dozens of solitary horned bee beasts without any danger.

Beneath the black-clad warrior, there are two types of flying beasts; in addition to a few griffins the size of calves, the rest are all black and white cloud eagles

After acquiring sufficient defensive strength, Yang Ling set out towards the outskirts of the forest, hoping to soon traverse the vast expanse of the Teles Forest. Along the way, numerous Horned Bee Beasts were dispatched to scout the path. Whenever they encountered formidable magical beasts, they would keep their distance, and when they faced weaker creatures that could be easily defeated, Yang Ling commanded the Horned Bee Beasts to attack in turns, experiencing a journey filled with surprises yet devoid of danger

Under the command of Yang Ling, soon the wild horned beasts were completely annihilated. Except for more than thirty individuals that were missing a wing or had been severely injured, the rest were successfully tamed by Yang Ling and placed in the witch tower for recuperation

At the same time, he discovered that regardless of the severity of the injuries sustained by the magical beasts, as long as they were tamed and allowed to recuperate in the Witch Tower for a few days, they could return to normal. It seemed that the dense fog within the Witch Tower also had healing properties. However, this was limited to newly tamed magical beasts; those that had already been tamed took much longer to recover after being injured. It was as if taking cold medicine for the first time had excellent effects, but subsequent doses were far less effective.

Just as Yang Ling was about to crouch down to wash his face, a sound of fighting came from a distance. As a low-level magical beast, the Horned Bee Beast knows some simple common languages of the continent. After acquiring their memories, Yang Ling quickly learned this not-so-complex language.

Suddenly, Yang Ling's eyes brightened. Behind the old man emerged a black-haired elven girl, graceful and enchanting, with flowing long hair, her entire figure accentuated by a white dress, resembling a stunning lotus emerging from the water.

Kill

Hidden among the dense branches and leaves, Yang Ling remained motionless, fixated on a small group of horned bee beasts that had come out to forage. Beside him, thirty-six tamed horned bee beasts quietly spread their black wings, their sharp tusks glinting coldly, their tails slightly raised, poised and ready, awaiting the command to strike

As the foraging horned bee beasts became increasingly scattered, Yang Ling seized the opportunity to divide the thirty-six tamed horned bee beasts into six teams, with six in each team. Aside from leaving one team for close protection, he ordered the remaining horned bee beasts to launch an immediate attack, ambushing their unprepared counterparts.

racial hatred

Yang Ling shook his head and released more than 2,000 bloodthirsty horned beasts. He sent out 100 to scout the surrounding area, while the rest remained by his side on guard to prevent any sudden attacks

On this day, after walking for several hours, Yang Ling stopped near a small lake, preparing to rest for a moment before continuing his journey. According to the memory of the hornet beast, as long as he walked westward, he would be able to traverse the vast and endless Terras primeval forest

After consuming a large amount of magical power and essence, Yang Ling's face turned pale. After catching his breath for a moment, he quickly left to avoid being discovered by the swarm of wild horned bee beasts. Once he had retreated a safe distance, he commanded the tamed horned bee beasts to hunt, allowing him to enjoy various wild delicacies while further training the cooperative combat abilities of the horned bee beasts. Occasionally, after hunting a low-level magical beast, he could also absorb their essence for replenishment.

With formidable mobility and impact, the black-clad warriors roared as they brandished their bloodied swords, charging left and right. Meanwhile, the elves, under the command of an elder, fought desperately in resistance, their arrows flying like flowing clouds. With each dark green long arrow that whistled past, a black-clad warrior would fall to the ground. The lightning-fast speed and pinpoint accuracy left the black-clad warriors defenseless, resulting in a fierce and indecisive battle between the two sides