Chapter 392: Dark Elf
Carrying a wild boar with its head smashed, Owen decided to change his taste. He found a dead tree, easily broke it into pieces with his hands, grabbed a handful of withered grass, and lit it with flint, starting a huge bonfire.
Pulling out a wide knife with a thick back and a thin blade, similar to a butcher knife, from his lower back, Owen skillfully gutted the wild boar. He casually tossed the stinking internal organs aside, not afraid of attracting wild beasts. He could always have another meal. Then he pierced the hairy boar with a thick wooden stick and placed it on the bonfire to roast. The smell of pig blood and hair dripping into the fire and being scorched made the bonfire picnic in front of him instantly less appealing.
Owen didn’t mind. Fully cooked, half-cooked, or raw, each had its own flavor to an ogre. He never disliked any of them. Moreover, he was too lazy to do anything now. If it weren’t for tempering himself, he would have summoned a bunch of servants to wait on him.
There was no helping it. At the beginning of his transformation into an ogre, he was quite excited. After all, he was only this big after using the Engorgement Charm. However, as he became more familiar with his current body, the ogre’s stupidity and laziness gradually began to affect him, making him less and less willing to think, and even lazy to move.
Fortunately, Owen’s original body was still there. Although affected, as long as he maintained contact with his original body, he could constantly correct these distorted personality traits and not truly become a stupid ogre.
But there would be no point in tempering himself if he kept doing this. Therefore, Owen found some suitable martial arts from martial arts games, intending to temper his will and change the ogre’s lazy nature through practicing martial arts.
Due to the backflow of the Secret Realm, the main world’s law system had been severely impacted. Coupled with the continuous integration of messy new laws from the shattered Secret Realm into the main world, the originally rigorous law blockade had become increasingly ineffective due to the increasing impurities, and Owen’s system was able to play an increasingly larger role.
However, there were really not many martial arts suitable for ogres. Owen found an external, body-tempering skill called Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt. Grabbing things and being beaten, this thing had little to do with intelligence. As long as one had a brain, one could practice it. Unfortunately, after a few days, he became lazy and stopped practicing. After all, with the system, it was much better to directly level up. Why waste time and energy practicing hard?
When he came back to his senses, Owen couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed that his path of self-tempering was long and arduous, and both the biggest problem and the biggest enemy were himself.
Despite this, Owen was not in a hurry. Whether it was the lifespan of his original body or the current situation, he had enough time to hone himself.
After eating and drinking his fill, ignoring the wild beasts attracted by the smell of blood around him, Owen moved the bonfire away, lay down on the ground that had been scorching hot from the bonfire, and hummed comfortably a few times. After a while, thunderous snoring grew louder and louder.
A few cunning foxes poked their heads out of the bushes quietly. They weren’t greedy and only took the heart and liver from the offal, then slipped away quietly.
Seeing the successful example, a few wild wolves also went to tear at the remaining intestines and stomach of the wild boar. Unfortunately, the commotion was too loud, and Owen, who was awakened, kicked one to death. Immediately, it became quiet.
The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Owen finally woke up from his deep sleep.
He slowly got up and walked to a big tree. Without even reaching out to support himself, he directly opened the floodgates. A thick, turbid stream of water sprayed out eight feet away against the wind along the thickened and widened pipe, creating a large crater in the ground. It could be seen how impressive the reserves and impact force were.
Owen shook himself with satisfaction, yawned, and walked towards the creek. He planned to replenish his water and wash off the pig blood and grease on his body. Unexpectedly, he encountered a scene commonly seen by protagonists, the opening chapter of a hero saving a beauty ━ a beauty in distress.
He saw a beautiful dark elf in ragged clothes lying by the creek. Judging from the blood around her, she was seriously injured. Due to excessive blood loss and thirst, she wanted to go to the creek to replenish water, but she fainted here because of her serious injuries.
As for why Owen could make such an accurate judgment, it was mainly based on the bloodstains dripping all the way, and the posture of the other party kneeling there, face down, but with her buttocks sticking up. At least for now, it could be ruled out that the other party was bleeding because of her period.
Owen walked over happily and took out the Mithril steel collar that had not been used much since it was made and put it on her.
The collar, engraved with dense runes, lit up the moment it was fastened. Countless runes turned into fine threads, merged into her body, and then lay dormant, waiting for the moment of activation.
Owen’s move could be called taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability. However, if the target was a dark elf, anyone who knew this race would only give a thumbs up and praise him for doing a good job. The reputation of this race was really too bad. Except for their appearance, all derogatory words could be used on these dark elves.
Dark elves were born schemers and betrayers. Stirring up chaos was their instinct, creating murder was their pleasure, and betrayal was their nature. It could be said that where there were dark elves, there would be betrayal and chaos. Therefore, the elves firmly opposed calling them elves. So a long time ago, dark elves had a new title, Drow.
It was precisely because of their bad reputation that the Drow had disappeared from the Empire many years ago. After all, no one dared to use a race that took betrayal as a daily routine. There were those who didn’t believe it, and they were cheated miserably. With many examples, the Drow became objects that were not tolerated by heaven and earth, and gradually disappeared from people’s eyes. No one knew where they went.
However, according to the territory’s intelligence, there were shadows of the Drow behind the fall of the Imperial Capital and the current chaos. Obviously, they were not extinct, but were hiding in the dark, looking for opportunities. And now they had finally seized the opportunity.
In addition, it was said that the Pitch Black Church, which was as famous as the Demon’s Head, the Flesh and Blood Church, and the Church of Calamity, and was good at tricks and murder, was formed by the Drow absorbing the scattered Black Hand organization. It was unknown whether it was true or false. It seemed that Harvey’s task would have one more item.
It was because he knew all this that Owen would lock her neck as soon as he came up and treat her as a slave. Otherwise, it was 100% certain that she would bite the hand that fed her and stage a story of the farmer and the snake.
He stretched out his thick fingers to pinch open her mouth and rudely stuffed half of the potion bottle into it. Seeing that the wound began to heal after he poured it in, Owen ignored her. With the effect of the Hogwarts potion, as long as she didn’t die on the spot, she could be saved no matter what. Not to mention that there was Ai Mi Er, who had integrated the three major systems of witches, Hogwarts, and Tsunade, and led the territory in improvements for thirty years. He didn’t dare to say that it was the best in the world, but the cost of any effect that could be compared with it would definitely be ten or even a hundred times higher than the territory’s.
Sure enough, not long after drinking the potion, the Drow’s heartbeat became much stronger. However, her body remained motionless, her breathing rate did not change at all, and even her eyeballs under her eyelids did not move. It could be seen that the Drow had definitely worked hard in this area, and from this, it could be seen how harsh the Drow’s living environment was.
