Luo De now possesses magic power and is qualified to concoct magic potions, enabling him to make the Giant Wolf Mutation Potion.

Luo De came to Frost Wolf Forest to extract the most important materials from White Wolf.

The cubs of White Wolf have gradually grown up.

But White Wolf still doesn't want to leave the forest.

This former Count increasingly embraces his wolf nature, preferring to stay outdoors with the wolf pack.

Luo De understands, after all, everyone likes to gather with their kind.

Therefore, Luo De didn't force him, letting him continue to stay in Frost Wolf Forest, while also guiding and training the wolf pack.

As for the mutated black wolf pup, Luo De also handed it over to White Wolf for education and upbringing.

Inside the wooden cabin.

Luo De swiftly removed the hollow Beast Bone Needle from White Wolf's jugular vein and quickly applied Hemostatic Herbs to the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Luo De asked worriedly.

White Wolf shook his head, his blue eyes calm.

"Your anesthetic potion is very effective, I only feel a slight pain,"

"If it were the old me, I would feel pain."

White Wolf stood up, sighing, "But after becoming an Icefield White Wolf and experiencing that slaughter, I rarely feel pain anymore."

"That's good!"

Luo De smiled and glanced to the side, saying, "Otherwise, your wife has been watching worriedly, afraid I might harm you."

When Luo De's Beast Bone Needle pierced White Wolf's neck, Luma, White Wolf's wife, went into combat mode, watching everything nervously.

This was even after White Wolf let out a few low growls to explain the reason to Luma.

White Wolf turned to look at Luma, walked forward, and affectionately nuzzled her.

After confirming everything was alright, Luma finally turned and left.

Of course, Luo De didn't recklessly bleed White Wolf.

He only drew a small vial, about 100 milliliters.

Luo De is just beginning his research on potions, not needing to draw too much at once.

Once it's truly made, with experience in mass production, he might draw more.

Luo De carefully stored White Wolf's blood and then asked:

"How's the location of those magical beasts?"

White Wolf perked up his ears and replied seriously, "I found the trail of the giant python in Gray Snake Canyon, but there's no sign of the water monster at Ice Spring Lake."

"Ice Spring Lake has already frozen over, the spring is still frozen, and there's no aura of magical beasts there."

He paused for a moment and continued:

"I did smell the aura of magical beasts inside the Blade Mountain Range, but that place is too far from here."

Luo De nodded.

"Hmm, let's not worry about those distant ones for now."

"Ice Spring Lake might just be a myth, after all, many big fish are mistaken for water monsters."

"Just keep an eye on that giant python."

Luo De said casually, "Before the weather warms up, we'll find a chance to deal with it."

Black Pine Ridge doesn't need unstable elements.

More importantly, Luo De's Hunting Lord talent now only requires magical beast slaying.

While clearing threats to the territory, it conveniently unlocks this Hunting Lord talent.

Snakes generally hibernate in winter to avoid the cold.

But magical beasts, Luo De is unsure.

Because magical beasts have unique constitutions and don't need to avoid the cold.

Though they might sleep due to lack of food.

These need to be clarified, requiring White Wolf to investigate thoroughly.

After chatting briefly with White Wolf, Luo De returned directly to the manor to begin preparing materials to concoct the Giant Wolf Mutation Potion.

...

...

Icefield Mountain Range, the blizzard continues to ravage.

Under the cover of dense snow pine forests, in an inconspicuous cave.

Several Saurian leaders sit together, looking fierce.

Inside the cave, the campfire flickers, casting twisted shadows on the rough stone walls like terrifying evil spirits.

"That human lord is provoking us!"

A tall Saurian leader slammed the stone table, the dull sound echoing in the cave.

Anger burned in his eyes, and his scales trembled slightly due to excitement.

"We must retaliate and annihilate them!"

His words were echoed by the other Saurian leaders.

"It's not just that one human lord, but all human lords!"

"They've been prowling the edges of the Icefield Mountain Range, continuously attacking several of our camps!"

Another Saurian stood up, "We need to hunt them, crush their bones, and boil them in the pot for soup!"

"What's important is they've destroyed many of our sacred sites of sacrifice!"

The tall Saurian leader's gaze swept across everyone, "They're hindering our master's awakening, which is unforgivable!"

"Indeed!"

"This is blasphemy against our Lord!"

...

The crowd was agitated, and the temperature in the cave even rose due to the Lizardman chieftain's anger.

"Hmph."

A cold laugh suddenly interrupted everyone's discussion.

Sitting at the end of the table, the Lizardman with a ferocious scar on his face spoke coldly,

"How do we fight back?"

His voice was hoarse, grating like ice shards scraping against each other,

"Because of your previous foolish decisions, arrogantly waging war against the Seal People, now our warriors are struggling on the coast!"

The Scar Lizardman's gaze was sharp, "Just yesterday, the Ice and Snow Race ambushed us from the northern flank, and we suffered heavy losses!"

"Because of you idiots, now the Seal People and Ice and Snow Race have united to attack us!"

"All our warriors are fighting these heretics, and even the guards here have been halved!"

The Scar Lizardman questioned coldly, spittle flying.

The other chieftains remained silent.

In the cave, only the crackling sound of the bonfire could be heard.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the battle had reached its most critical point.

If there was any retreat, those Seal People and Ice and Snow Race would surely retaliate with the fiercest force.

All the advantages they had gained previously would turn to nothing.

More importantly, the Ice and Snow Race believed in nature and the Frost Goddess, making them mortal enemies of the Lizardmen.

For wars with other tribes, the Lizardmen acted in the interest of their tribe.

But the hatred with the Ice and Snow Race was an irreconcilable war of faith.

No one dared to speak recklessly anymore.

In the end, they could only shift their gaze to the end of the cave.

There was a chair made of white bones, upon which sat a thin old Lizardman with purple scales.

It was their Great Shaman.

The reason the Lizardman tribes united under the Bloodscale Tribe was because of the existence of this old Shaman.

The Great Shaman gave them endless hope, bringing them back under the wings of faith.

The Great Shaman also remained silent.

The cave plunged into a deathly silence.

Only the crackling sound of flames licking the wood echoed in the cave.

"Don't let anger cloud your judgment."

"We can't deal with the Human Lords for now; we need to deal with those Ice and Snow People and Seal People first."

After a long time, the Great Shaman spoke with a grave expression.

The tall Lizardman looked nervous, about to say something, but was stopped by the Great Shaman's hand.

That finger was as dry as a twig, yet carried infinite authority, making the tall Lizardman immediately fall silent.

"But we need to speed up, our Lord cannot wait too long."

The Great Shaman hesitated for a long time, as if making a significant decision.

"Now transport all the bodies here; I want to hold a blessing ritual."

The Great Shaman's raspy voice fell, eyes flashing with a strange purple light,

"Find me those mixed bloods most eager to join the Bloodscale Tribe and thirsting for honor."

"I will create for you a powerful army that all alien races will fear."

The Lizardman chieftains were suddenly dumbfounded.

They glanced at each other, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

"You want to use the power of death? That's... that's forbidden!"

A trembling Lizardman chieftain asked, "Can you control it?"

"There's no room for that now."

"The resurrection of our Lord is unstoppable; even the forbidden will tremble under our Lord's wings."

The Great Shaman's tone was firm, filled with an undeniable authority,

No Lizardman dared to refute, fearing to anger this being who could communicate with the God Lord,

"Yes, Great Shaman."

The chieftains responded in unison, their voices carrying reverence and fear.

"Additionally, those Mountain Cat People are already defeated; the remaining ones have no value,"

The Great Shaman pointed with a dry finger at the Scar Lizardman,

"Take your men and kill those Mountain Cat People; bring them back as materials for the blessing."

The Scar Lizardman, previously proud, immediately straightened his posture, stood respectfully, and bowed in response,

"Yes, esteemed Great Shaman."

The Great Shaman nodded, and the Scar Lizardman sat down.

"Go and carry out your tasks."

The Great Shaman slowly stood up, leaning on a staff,

"Remember, everything is for the resurrection of our Lord."

"For the resurrection of our Lord."

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