Free Web NovelChapter 833: Chapter 759: Resource Point
The Kobold chieftain’s fierce aura suddenly froze.
Its blood-red eyes were fixed on the dark yellow light in Duke’s palm, on the rocks drifting toward the light, and on the distorted space surrounding the light.
It sensed something, a kind of ancient instinct etched deep in its blood.
But the Kobold chieftain did not feel fear, nor did it desire to submit.
It roared, its seven-meter tall body suddenly exerting force, feet deeply embedded in the ground, resisting with all its might against the force pulling it upwards.
Those blood-red eyes were filled with frenzy and brutality; it was the overlord of this barren land, unwilling to bow to any existence.
Duke looked at it, expressionless.
He raised his right hand, fingers closed in a grasp, suddenly lifting upward.
Gravity sharply intensified.
The Kobold chieftain’s roar turned into a terrified scream.
Its seven-meter high body was dragged off the ground by an invisible force, like a beast grabbed by the scruff, limbs wildly struggling in the air.
The Kobold chieftain desperately swung its claws, trying to grasp something, but around it was only air.
The ground’s rocks began to soar upwards, one, two, ten, a hundred, countless rocks and sand came rushing from all directions, covering the Kobold chieftain.
Those fragments piled up on it like iron filings drawn by magnets, layer upon layer.
It struggled, howled, desperately tearing at the rocks covering its body.
But for every layer torn away, more sand rushed up.
Soon, a massive stone sphere over ten meters in diameter hovered in mid-air.
The surface of the stone ball was rough, compressed from countless rocks and sand, and inside something could vaguely be seen desperately struggling, the Kobold chieftain’s final resistance.
Duke clenched his fingers tightly, and the stone sphere began to collapse inward.
Rocks pressed against rocks, sand filled the gaps, the internal struggle grew weaker and weaker, more and more feeble.
A dull, cracking sound came from inside the stone sphere, like bones breaking or flesh being crushed into powder.
Then, silence returned.
The stone sphere quietly floated in the air, its surface flowing with a dark yellow light.
Duke released his hand, the stone sphere fell with a boom, crashing onto the ground, stirring up a storm of dust. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Rocks scattered all around, revealing the inside of the stone sphere, empty.
No body, no blood, nothing at all.
The rocks and sand devoured it entirely, leaving not even a scrap.
The barren land lay in deathly silence.
The Kobolds that had been fleeing in all directions were now all kneeling down.
They lay on the ground, foreheads touching the stones, bodies trembling all over, none dared to lift their heads.
The air was thick with a silent fear, more oppressive than any roar.
Duke stood where he was, the sand stream around him slowly dissipating.
He looked down at the Kobolds prostrated on the ground, disregarded them, and stepped towards the line of tents.
As they heard footsteps, the Kobolds trembled more violently, clung to the ground making a path silently, daring not to breathe.
Behind the largest tent, an elder Kobold shakily stood up.
Its scales had already whitened, its back hunched, clearly the eldest in the tribe.
It walked up to Duke, dropped to its knees, forehead to the ground, then looked up, stretched out its claws, pointing to itself, and then behind the tent, gesturing to lead the way.
Duke glanced at it.
The old Kobold crawled up, bending its waist, trotting to the back of the tent.
It cleared away a pile of stones and animal skins, revealing a downward cave entrance.
The entrance was small, fitting just one person through, pitch-dark inside, nothing could be seen.
It looked back at Duke once, then went inside first.
The cave extended downward, getting deeper and deeper, the surrounding rock walls shifting from fragments to hard rock.
The old Kobold moved slowly, looking back at Duke every few steps to ensure he was following.
Its murky eyes were filled with fear, mingled with a reverent awe.
After roughly a cup of tea’s time, the front suddenly widened.
It was a vast natural cavern, cave walls covered with glowing moss, lighting up the entire space.
Duke paused, observing everything before him.
At the center of the cavern were meticulously stacked metal blocks, forming a small mountain.
Each block was the size of a brick, its surface glowing with a bluish light, inside the metal tiny points of light swirled like a sealed galaxy.
These metal blocks emitted a peculiar energy fluctuation, cooling the surrounding air slightly.
Duke stepped forward, picking up one block, its weight quite heavy.
Compared to steel of the same size, it felt as light as wood.
He tapped into it with his spiritual power, and the energy fluctuation instantly resonated with his spiritual power.
This was an extremely rare magic metal, with high affinity for spiritual power, its conductivity several times that of ordinary magic metals.
He had seen descriptions of this metal in the library’s tomes, known as Star Gold, originating from the depths of star cores in certain special Planes, requiring extremely high mining conditions, a single error would cause it to lose its activity.
Wizard Plane occasionally had this metal circulate, but it was always only a fist-sized piece at a time, with a very high price.
Yet here, it piled into a small mountain.
Duke estimated, at least a thousand tons.
He carefully counted; this quantity of Star Gold was enough to drive the Alchemists of the Wizard Plane insane.
