Chapter 107: Bloodline awakening successful! A tribe of two thousand people?

Tain's body trembled more and more violently.

From its mouth came bursts of painful moans.

The dark red halo on the surface of its skin also became increasingly intense, almost wrapping its entire body.

Roko stood quietly to the side, not disturbing it.

He knew this was a process Tain had to experience.

Bloodline awakening, for any creature possessing a special bloodline, is a transformation that sheds its old self.

Succeed, and one can ascend to the heavens in one step, with strength skyrocketing.

Fail, and at best, the bloodline is damaged; at worst, one dies on the spot.

Roko had great confidence in Tain.

After all, an S+ grade talent is not given for free.

Time passed second by second.

The dark red halo on Tain's body grew more and more intense.

The temperature inside the tent also rose significantly.

A faint smell of sulfur began to permeate the air.

Just when Roko thought Tain's bloodline awakening was about to reach its peak.

A sudden change occurred again.

The dark red halo on Tain's body suddenly began to fluctuate violently.

That bloodline power that had just revived also became extremely unstable, as if it could lose control at any moment.

"Not good!"

Roko's expression instantly became solemn.

He could feel that Tain's bloodline awakening seemed to have encountered some kind of obstacle.

Its life force also began to weaken at an extremely fast speed.

"How could this happen?"

Roko's brow furrowed tightly.

He immediately reached out, wanting to investigate the situation inside Tain's body.

But the moment his fingers touched Tain's body, they were repelled by a violent force.

"Damn it!"

Roko cursed in a low voice.

He didn't expect things to suddenly take such a turn.

If this situation were allowed to continue, Tain would likely explode and die due to the loss of control over its bloodline power.

All his previous investments would go down the drain.

"Must find a way to help it stabilize its bloodline power!"

Roko's mind raced, searching for a countermeasure.

He didn't have many means at his disposal right now.

Although the 【Golden Vein Dragon Blood Grape】 contained massive life energy, it could not directly intervene in the process of bloodline awakening.

Forcibly channeling Battle Qi might even have the opposite effect.

Just when Roko was at his wit's end, his gaze inadvertently swept across the Flame Griffin emblem on his chest—a bold thought suddenly emerged in his mind.

"The power of the Flame Griffin Breathing Method might be able to..."

The Raymond Family's 【Flame Griffin Breathing Method】 was itself a powerful bloodline inheritance.

The Flame Griffin was a powerful Magic Beast famous for controlling flame power.

And the bloodline power Tain was currently emitting also carried a trace of flame attribute.

Perhaps there was some kind of resonance between the two.

Thinking of this, Roko did not hesitate.

He immediately sat cross-legged and began to circulate the 【Flame Griffin Breathing Method】.

Streams of pure flame Battle Qi circulated within his body.

His body also began to emit a faint flame light.

At the same time, the Flame Griffin emblem on his chest also seemed to have received some kind of summons, beginning to heat up slightly and emitting a strange energy fluctuation.

Roko carefully controlled the flame Battle Qi within his body and the energy emitted by the Flame Griffin emblem, slowly approaching Tain.

He did not directly inject these energies into Tain's body.

Instead, he attempted to use this method to guide the violent bloodline power within Tain, making it gradually stabilize.

This process was extremely dangerous.

A slight carelessness could lead to self-immolation.

But Roko had no other choice.

Time seemed to have stood still at this moment.

Inside the tent, there were only Tain's painful moans and Roko's heavy breathing.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

The violent bloodline power on Tain's body finally began to show signs of easing.

It no longer rampaged as before, but began to flow slowly and rhythmically.

Roko felt a surge of joy.

"It works!"

He immediately increased the circulation speed of the 【Flame Griffin Breathing Method】 while simultaneously urging the Flame Griffin emblem to release even purer flame energy.

Under Roko's guidance, the bloodline power within Tain gradually calmed down.

The dark red halo on its skin surface also became stable again.

Its life force also began to recover slowly.

Another unknown amount of time passed.

Tain's body finally stopped trembling.

The dark red halo on its body also gradually faded and merged into its body.

The sudden bloodline awakening crisis had finally been safely overcome.

Roko breathed a long sigh of relief; a layer of fine sweat had already seeped onto his forehead.

Although the process just now hadn't taken long, the consumption of his mental energy and Battle Qi had been immense.

He glanced at Tain.

At this moment, Tain had fallen back into a deep sleep.

But its aura was more powerful and condensed than ever before.

Its skin presented a healthy dark red, and its surface seemed to be covered by a layer of fine scale armor, flickering with a faint luster.

The two small horns on its forehead had also grown a bit longer than before, looking more ferocious and majestic.

What surprised Roko the most was that he could clearly feel that a closer connection had been established between Tain and himself.

This connection was not just the master-servant relationship brought by the Slave Mark.

It was more like a resonance of bloodlines.

"It seems my guess was correct."

"The bloodline power of the Flame Griffin indeed helped its bloodline awakening."

A look of gratification appeared on Roko's face.

This adventure had finally succeeded.

He had not only saved Tain's life but also pushed its bloodline awakening a step further.

Although this awakening didn't seem to have been completely successful.

But at the very least, it had laid a solid foundation—as long as it was carefully nurtured in the future, Tain's potential would be limitless.

Just then, a series of urgent footsteps suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Master! Are you alright?"

Hart's anxious voice came from outside the tent.

The powerful energy fluctuation and the heart-palpitating pressure that had just emanated from the tent had been clearly sensed by him.

He was worried that Roko had encountered some accident inside.

"I'm fine."

Roko said.

"It's just that this little guy caused a bit of a stir just now."

Upon hearing this, Hart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He lifted the tent flap and walked in.

When he saw Roko, who was safe and sound, and Tain, whose aura had clearly changed, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"This little thing..."

He could feel that Tain was completely different from before.

Although still weak, it now possessed an aura that one dared not underestimate.

"It just experienced a small bloodline awakening."

Roko explained.

"However, the process wasn't very smooth, and it almost had an accident."

"Fortunately, it pulled through in the end."

Hart nodded and didn't ask further.

He didn't understand these mysterious bloodline powers.

He only knew that as long as Roko was fine, that was all that mattered.

"Master, scouts report that about thirty miles ahead, they discovered an orc camp of considerable size."

Hart changed the subject and reported.

"According to preliminary observations, the number of people in that camp is at least over two thousand."

"Moreover, they have built solid defensive fortifications; it seems to be a relatively powerful tribe."

"A tribe of over two thousand people?"

Upon hearing this, a sharp light flashed in Roko's eyes.

The ones cleared out over the past few days were all small tribes of a few hundred people, which left him feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

Now, at last, I have encountered a target that is somewhat decent.

"Very good."

"This tribe will be the next target of our expedition."

He stood up and stretched his somewhat stiff body.

"Pass the order down: the whole army will rest for the night."

"Tomorrow morning, we depart on time; the target is that orc tribe of two thousand!"

"Yes, Master!"

Hart responded in a deep voice.

In his eyes, a trace of battle intent also flickered.

After fighting in the Orc Wasteland for so many days, the morale of the Storm Knights had reached its peak.

They crave a more exhilarating battle to prove their own strength.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The Storm Knights were fully prepared, left the valley where they had camped, and galloped toward the location of that large orc tribe.

Tain was still placed in a special small beast-hide bag beside Roko's warhorse.

After the bloodline awakening last night, which was dangerous but ended safely, it seemed to have become even more sleepy.

Along the way, it remained quietly curled up in the small bag, fast asleep.

Roko didn't disturb it either.

He knew that what Tain needed most right now was sufficient sleep to stabilize and absorb the bloodline power that had just awakened within its body.

The team moved very quickly.

About two hours later, they arrived at the outskirts of the large orc tribe mentioned by the scouts.

This was a tribe built in a circular valley.

At the entrance of the valley, tall and solid wooden walls were built, covered with sharp wooden spikes.

Behind the wooden walls, one could vaguely see some towering arrow towers and some orc warriors holding weapons, patrolling back and forth.

The entire tribe exuded a fierce and strict aura.

"It seems this tribe is indeed not easy to deal with."

Roko reined in his warhorse, observing the tribe's defensive layout from afar.

He could feel that the strength of this tribe was far beyond that of the small tribes before.

Just the aura emanating from those patrolling orc warriors was much stronger than the orcs encountered before.

"Master, should we send someone to probe first?"

Hart suggested from the side.

"No need."

Roko shook his head.

"For a tribe of this scale, probing is meaningless."

"We only have one chance."

"Either we destroy it completely in one go."

"Or we return empty-handed, or even pay a heavy price."

His gaze became sharp.

"Pass my order."

"Hart, you lead fifty knights to launch a frontal assault, and you must tear open their defensive line in the shortest time possible."

"Falco, you lead thirty knights to circle around from the left flank, looking for an opportunity to raid their side and rear to create chaos."

"Mike, you lead the remaining twenty knights as a reserve force, following behind me, ready to support at any time."

"Fula, you are responsible for protecting Tain's safety, and at the same time, observe the battlefield situation and report to me at any time."

"Remember, our goal is to annihilate this tribe completely, leaving no survivors!"

"Understood!"

Hart, Falco, and Mike responded in unison.

Fula also nodded gently, her heterochromatic pupils flickering with cold light.

The team quickly divided into several groups and, according to Roko's deployment, quietly moved toward the orc tribe.

The battle erupted in an instant.

The fifty Storm Knights led by Hart, like arrows released from a bowstring, launched a fierce assault on the frontal defensive line of the orc tribe.

The obsidian gold longswords in their hands flickered with heart-palpitating cold light under the sunlight.

"For the Master! For Vanguard Valley!"

Hart roared, taking the lead, and the longsword in his hand slashed fiercely toward the tribe's solid wooden wall.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

That seemingly indestructible wooden wall was actually cleaved by Hart with a single sword strike, leaving a massive crack.

The orcs inside the tribe clearly hadn't expected the enemy to arrive so quickly and the offensive to be so fierce.

For a time, alarm sounds, roars, and screams rang out in one piece.

Countless orc warriors holding crude weapons swarmed out from every corner of the tribe, attempting to block the Storm Knights' advance.

But their resistance appeared so pale and weak before the well-equipped and well-trained Storm Knights.

The obsidian gold armor provided the knights with unparalleled defense.

The orcs' attacks, landing on it, could only produce bursts of futile muffled thuds.

Yet the longswords in the knights' hands mercilessly reaped the lives of the orcs.

Blood stained the earth red.

Severed limbs flew everywhere.

The entire battlefield turned into a bloody field of slaughter.

The thirty knights led by Falco also successfully circled from the left flank to the side and rear of the tribe.

They suddenly appeared in the orcs' field of vision, causing massive chaos and panic among the orcs who were resisting the frontal assault with all their might.

"Kill!"

Falco roared excitedly, the longsword in his hand flipping up and down, every strike claiming the lives of several orcs.

His face was covered in dark green orc blood, looking ferocious and terrifying.

But in his eyes, a kind of near-mad excitement flickered.

The twenty knights led by Mike followed closely behind Roko.

Looking at the bloody and cruel battlefield before him, although he was still somewhat nervous, he was no longer as fearful and uncomfortable as before.

He gripped his longsword tightly, ready to obey Roko's orders and throw himself into the battle at any moment.

Roko's expression remained calm throughout.

His gaze scanned the entire battlefield sharply, not missing a single detail.

He could clearly feel that the orcs of this tribe, although numerous, lacked effective organization and command.

Their fighting relied more on a kind of reckless, fearless brute force.

This fighting style might be effective when facing small groups of enemies.

But when facing an elite force like the Storm Knights, who were well-equipped and coordinated, they were only destined to be slaughtered.

"It seems the leader of this tribe is nothing more than this."

Roko thought to himself. ===== CHAPTER 108 =====