The fight in Danafor had left me drained more than I wanted to admit. My body felt heavy, and I was in pain. If something strong showed up now, it would be a problem.
I waved my hand and opened my inventory, pulling out basic supplies I'd looted earlier as I started a campfire.
After I finish skinning some animals I prepared to cook them as I start thinking about my future plans in this world.
I wanted power but I don't know how to get it. In this world, humans were really the weakest race out of the main races in this world.
The only time humans got any relevance was at the start and then on the sequel of seven deadly sins. Unfortunately, for me, I have no knowledge of what happened in the sequel so I can't even use meta knowledge from there.
If I stayed human in the conventional sense, there would always be a ceiling I couldn't break through. No amount of training would let me stand toe-to-toe with the Commandments or whatever horrors Chaos would eventually spit out.
Which meant I needed something else.
Maybe my skills could improve with the system but my actual physical strength which stay stagnant eventually. And I still don't even know how to switch my classes so I'm stuck in the class I am right now.
But it wasn't so bad. I am a Dragonlord my magic and blood are connected to dragons in a deeper connection that no other man could understand.
That put me ahead majority of humans in this world. I could definitely do this. I would succeed in this world no matter what it took.
Quest added
[Path of the Dragon]
Objective: Strengthen your body beyond human limits
Secondary objective: Deepen your bond with your dragon
Third objective: Show your supremacy and gain a reputation because of it
Reward: ???
I have work to do.
I finished my meal, wiped my hands clean, and lay back against the cool stone, staring up at the night sky.
-Dreyfus (Fraudrin)-
As he saw through the eyes of one of his demonic minions he frowned. Someone was snooping around that goddamn ruin.
Thankfully, they didn't go far enough to see anything of his and Hendrickson's experiments only encountering some beast before killing them and leaving.
He thought he remembered the black armor he was wearing, but he quickly forgot about the young man. It was probably just an idiot trying to loot not prepared to deal with the monster spawning due to all the magic in the area creating monster.
He would sent Hendrickson if he miss anything or not since they were just ruined with nothing relevant except Hendrickson old experiment with demon blood with different animals and his creation of some minions which he had left there.
-later-
After some time spent thinking, I finally came up with a concepts of a plan. The original source material talked about barbarians but last time I remembered, I don't think we saw any order on page and apparently a group of them destroyed a fucking kingdom so that makes me curious.
Could I have use them as easy muscle?
I would only have to make them submit to me and then I'll be able to gain men to send them to die so they could be a distraction for whatever future plans I have.
Which is why I was here. The land grew harsher the farther north we traveled. And then take us long to spot a tribe men.
Below us lay a massive encampment.
Crude wooden fortifications. Dozens of tents stitched together from animal hides. Smoke rising from multiple fires. Hundreds of warriors moving about some sharpening weapons, others drinking, others dragging screaming captives toward the center of the camp.
Most of the men were big. Larger than average humans. Most of them barely wore any clothing except some pieces of armor and some cloth of animal skin. Most of their weapons were basic blades crafted, or different sharp objects they could find.
This wasn't going to be that hard.
-later-
As I heard the screams coming from the camps I ignored it all as the flames coverage several of the barbarians as they fell to the floor, trying to take out the fire covering their body.
The Blue flames cover large amount of the barbarian shrine escape the flames.
"Enough," I said calmly.
Rodrigo roared once, the sound shaking the valley, and pulled upward, hovering high above the camp. The flames ceased.
I stepped forward, mana flowing through my limbs as I leapt down from the cliff. The ground cracked beneath my boots as I landed at the heart of the encampment.
I walked slowly, deliberately, through the devastation. My sword hung loose at my side, still faintly glowing from residual mana. Blood and ash clung to the ground beneath my feet.
One man a massive brute with burn scars across his chest rose shakily, gripping a crude axe. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stand.
I stepped forward and drove my fist into his chest, as he fell to the floor blush shooting out from his chest and mouth.
Immediately the men dropped to their knees. Weapons clattered to the ground. Some pressed their foreheads into the dirt, others raised shaking hands in surrender.
Good.
I planted my sword into the earth "Listen carefully." Every eye locked onto me.
"I am Artorius Pendragon. This land, and every land my shadow falls upon, answers to me now."
Rodrigo descended slowly, landing behind me with a crash that sent dust and ash billowing outward. His massive form loomed over the camp, red eyes glowing as he stared down at the kneeling survivors.
"You either serve me or you will burn" I continue as rodrigo opened his jaws slightly, blue flame flickering between his teeth.
And then an older barbarian kneeled in front of everyone in front of me. "We submit," he rasped.
One by one, the others followed.
-Uther Pendragon (bonus scene)-
The parchment trembled slightly beneath his fingers.
Uther frowned, setting the quill down. His vision blurred for just a moment nothing dramatic, just enough to irritate him. Age, he told himself. Even kings were not immune to it.
He reached for the goblet beside him and took a sip of his drink.
It tasted weird…
Uther stiffened as a sudden pressure seized his throat, invisible hands tightening from within. He rose halfway from his throne before staggering, the goblet slipping from his grasp and shattering against the marble floor.
His chest burned as he clawed at his collar, nails scraping uselessly against fine cloth. Panic flared but only briefly.
His hearing dulled, the frantic shouts of guards fading into worthless sounds. His knees buckled, and this time, he did not stop himself from falling back into the throne.
And then, from the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure he recognized.
Merlin….
Uther's lips parted, but no sound came out only a wet, choking rasp. His gaze locked onto hers, sharp even as death crept closer.
Merlin met his stare without flinching, golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim hall. "I'm sorry, Uther," she said softly, too softly for anyone else to hear. "But this kingdom needs a king someone who is ready to do what is necessary."
And like that she was gone, and that would be the last thing he was here before everything went black.