What does fusing the heart of a golden dragon bring to Queth?

Higher racial potential.

Stronger physical strength.

Golden Dragon's underwater breathing and healing talents,

as well as fire mastery and near-immune resistance.

After the high-heat flames that were broken out of the body smelted the dragon's body, a large amount of burning ash debris was dropped, which made Quesi, a young blue dragon with an unconventional physique, lose a lot of weight.

"That middle two red dragon is gone. Quest munched on the devil's pepper snack that Ogre Blue had prepared for him—now he could confidently ask all creatures, "Who else!" when it came to eating spicy, as he carefully studied the remains of the bronze circle hewn out of the cooled lava.

After sending away the "old aunt" of the second red dragon, the blue dragon who re-transformed into a human boy and his companions fell into more intense preparations.

The bronze plate used as the carrier of the ritual circle was not melted into copper juice by the high temperature under the protection of the spell effect, and although the function of the circle on it was no longer effective, this portable circle technology still gave a lot of inspiration to researchers like Quith who aspired to become a top spellcaster.

In addition to practicing his martial arts every day with the cultivation methods recorded in the booklet he had traded from the Jugros Judge, and conducting physiological and anatomy studies of demons with the ogre witch doctor Palu, the Blue Dragon Boy spent a considerable part of his time pondering the enchantment process of this portable magic circle.

With this schedule, he had to significantly reduce the time spent managing the administrative work of the camp. And because of the mission of "airdrop operation", the devil's logistics department has continuously filled this remote camp with more war resources and more heterotopic mercenaries from various planes.

Fortunately, Ogre Blue, who "always has an idea", stepped forward at this time to help Quiss share the administrative pressure. Blue seems to have a talent for this, and he has grafted on his cooking methods and experience to devote himself to the management of the camp.

Just like managing the materials in the food box, he properly arranged the various materials transported to the camp to the various warehouses, which not only ensured the safety of storage, but also took into account the convenience of access and distribution during the battle.

The mercenaries who had originally gathered together spontaneously according to their different plane origins were dismantled and scattered by him, and rearranged to different gathering places according to different types and abilities.

In order to ensure that their orders can be carried out and to eliminate the possibility of camping. At the behest of Quest, a hundred Skull Demons[Note 1] sent by the higher echelons of Bartzu were divided into twenty squads, leading a larger number of Barb Demon Guards to form a gendarmerie named after Bru's beloved weapon, the "Whaling Fork", which was responsible for patrolling and resolving various disputes in various camps.

Due to the authority of the commander, Quest has the real names of all the bone demons in this gendarmerie. Under the constraints of the power of the real name, this gendarmerie force, which is all composed of the middle-level Batzu devils, can and must thoroughly carry out the arrangements of their manager, Ogre Blue.

Under the ogre's arrangement, everything in the camp began to get in order. Order and rule were quickly established in this large camp of tens of thousands of xenoplane mercenaries.

The power of order is very powerful. After easily annihilating the small Abyssal Demon Army that had recently been attacked by a few new gangs without spending much resources and manpower, this concept was widely accepted by the defenders in the camp.

The field medical battalions that appeared in the following battles were supported by the vast majority of camp soldiers after rescuing many heterotope mercenaries who had been injured in battle with demons and did not have the powerful recovery ability of the demons in the lower realms, and could only wait for death.

It's good to be in order.

Our "broombrow" boss Dalton also strongly agrees with this point of view.

He was placed in a stormtroop team dominated by the Brute Fighter class, but unfortunately it was not he who was the captain, but a half-purgatory-blooded Minotaur samurai who looked more robust.

But fortunately, most of his younger brothers have been assigned here, so that their big guys will not become the commander of the light pole.

Dalton has no objection to this arrangement, and he even appreciates the orderly management model.

"If the captain of the garrison in Soft Maple City was half the level of the manager here, that city would not have so many chaotic little gangs popping up all the time, making a mess of the city, so that Lao Tzu would have to take his brothers everywhere every day to serve as unpaid security guards......"

His words made the subordinates of the former broom eyebrow gang deeply agree.

It's just that this sense of identity is still more prevalent among Dalton's group of "old brothers", and some of the new untested younger brothers can't even talk about the most basic loyalty, let alone centripetal force.

For example, the deer-headed Salon villains who had taken refuge in the past refused to obey the dispatch of the "Broom Eyebrow" boss at this time, and regrouped under the hands of another powerful leader in this stormtrooper.

In their words, it was a "place of faith," which Dalton scoffed at.

"A group of miscellaneous cults that do not pay attention to righteousness and do not know whether they are alive or dead. ”

On the small schoolyard of the stormtroopers, Dalton sat on top of an ale barrel padded with a woven sack of linen, and watched coldly with some of his brothers around him, as the new boss of the Saron people regarded the "home of faith" as he stood on a podium made of several slatted wooden crates, loudly preaching his strange doctrines in the purgatory language that he was not yet proficient in.

The new boss of the Saron had a coyote-like head and dark brown fur with red spots, and was adorned with sporadic iron rings on the surface of his open-chested body, accompanied by two salivating hyenas even during speeches.

This is a cruel and vicious gnoll who is also a gnoll priest who believes in evil gods.

"Praise be to the great Jenogus, thy fanged people who have listened to thy teachings...... The flesh and blood of the weak will be offered, and we will share in your glory......"

With the words of the gnolly priest, several mutilated humanoids were brought from the side by his men—victims of the evil ritual they were about to perform.

The source of these victims was either the unlucky samurai who came to the alien mercenary camp alone and were not very strong, or the wounded who had stolen from the newly formed medical camp of Ogre Blue.

"The weak don't deserve to live!" In the feast of flesh and blood, contribute our most sincere dedication!"

A group of people who listened to the gnoll priest began to surround the fallen victim. What's more, several deer-headed people who are addicted to raw meat have begun to tear some flesh from their victims with their powerful hands, stuffing them into their mouths and munching on them.

Blessed with the magical effects of the gnoll priest from the evil gods he worshipped, these preymen who had been devoured were unable to make a sound, not even the slightest wail.

As for stopping this evil. Please, this is the bloody camp of Bato's hell, and the creatures involved in this cruel war will have no mercy. It's not about you, hanging high is the normal state. At most, if you feel a little disgusted, it's better not to look at it.

"Boss, it's done. Dalton's younger brother ran over from a distance, and when he saw the bloody and cruel scene that happened not far away, he shuddered with fright, turned his face around, whispered a reply in his big man's ear, and quickly covered his mouth - he was afraid that he would vomit.

Dalton gently patted the little brother who was so frightened that he couldn't help himself, as if to reproach this cowardly behavior: "Little cub, what's so terrible about this, this is hell, it's the devil's lair. ”

As if to confirm the "devil's lair" statement, Dalton's words had just been finished. The Six-Headed Demon used a high-level teleportation spell to appear directly on the small school field belonging to this stormtrooper.

There was no declaration of guilt, no other nonsense, and these undead creatures looked like the Batzu Devils launched a punitive operation - only their methods were simpler and more brutal - only massacre.

In order to improve the efficiency of their actions, the bone demons first used the Ice Wall Technique together, imprisoning the cultists who wanted to escape in a cage made of several feet of solid ice, and then treated them as if they were nothing. Walk through the ice wall and start their work.

Through the ice wall, the rest of the stormtroopers who were not involved in the cult assembly could clearly see that the bone demon gendarmes were wielding their long-handled hooks and sickles, occasionally poking at the villains who were still enjoying the feast of flesh and blood with their poisonous tails like scorpion tail thorns.

Under the ferocious attacks of the Bone Demons and the influence of their natural fear aura, all the cultists who had been devouring flesh and blood and were extremely ferocious scattered and fled in all directions, but the surrounding ice wall with no dead ends locked them up with those terrible Batzu Devils.

Desperate is useless, there is nowhere to escape.

The gnoll priest who organized the rally and believed in the evil gods did not escape death, he and his pet hyena were hung together by the same skull demon with a piercing tail, and the powerful toxin harvested the gnoll's life in just a moment......

Dalton patted the little brother beside him who had just come back from the news and was shocked, and comforted him rarely:

"I'm afraid of a bird, Lao Tzu told you a long time ago that this group of cultists deserve to die...... Dare to believe in the devil's land and worship the devil and evil gods. Didn't you die by yourself if you don't know the melons......"

Mr. Dalton, the "broom eyebrow", has long since changed, from an ignorant bake, to a bloody veteran with a certain knowledge of the lower planes.

And this is another arrangement for the "always have an idea" Blue.

The ogre will recruit a warrior of some strength within each camp to act as the eyes and ears of the covert overseer.

Order brings power, and light and dark order brings twice as much power!

[Note 1]: Bone Devil, also known as Osyluth, in the setting of dnd, these undead creatures-like Batzu Devils are the Nine Prison Overseers driven by hatred, greed, and jealousy, and are also part of the Warlord and Gendarmerie to choose from. They stand about 9 feet tall (about 3 meters), weigh 500 pounds (450 pounds), and belong to the middle class of Batzu devils. The ability here is the ability setting of version 3.