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Chapter 103 Controlling Small Creatures

All the merchants and guards dropped their weapons, raised their hands high, and obediently stood in a row against the cliff face on one side of the valley.

A group of kobolds climbed down the crevice in the rocks and began searching their bodies for valuables. They packed these items into a box and respectfully presented it to their dragon lord.

Thor extinguished the flames burning on his body, casually took the box and glanced at it. Inside were some loose gold and silver coins, a brass pocket watch, a water cup, and a personal weapon inlaid with tiny gemstones.

Such junk might be considered a treasure by a typical young dragon, but Thor had long since looked down on it.

The value contained in the various energy crystals and precious metal ores he consumes daily is at least ten times that of these things.

But this was within his expectations. What use is carrying a lot of money in the wilderness? There's hardly anything he can use it for.

However, the short bow in the captain's hand was somewhat valuable. It was a low-level magical weapon that could imbue the arrows with a trace of wind element, giving them the power and range of a longbow.

This naturally fell into Thor's clutches as well. Even the illumination crystal in the command carriage, which was fixed with the shimmering light spell, was pried off by the kobolds with daggers.

After looting these creatures who didn't yield much profit, Saul ordered his men to remove the tarpaulins from the wagons.

Most of the carriages were loaded with various iron household items and weapons, piles of yellowish coarse salt, sacks of food, and small amounts of tea, spices, and exquisite utensils.

These are all hard currencies that sell well in the wilderness. It is precisely because of the existence of these wilderness merchants that monsters such as gnolls, goblins, and ogres, who have no knowledge of mining or forging, have the weapons to attack caravans and large pots for stewing meat.

As previously instructed, Thor divided the caravan in half, then extended his paw and lightly tapped, randomly selecting a quarter of the caravan members standing in a row against the wall.

Then he summoned a kobold and ordered it to go. A short while later, it returned with a humanoid tiger whose body was wrapped in bandages.

This was the tiger-man he had nearly killed with his earth spikes in the beastman camp.

It must be said that these beast-like humans, especially the bear-men, tiger-men, and werewolves, are incredibly resilient.

As long as the wounds weren't caused by silver weapons, they would heal very quickly. The tiger-man, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death just a few days ago, was now able to get out of bed and move around thanks to the old bear-man's secret medicine.

Thor grinned as he looked at the large cat, which was wrapped up like a mummy, and gave the order.

"Take some men with you, follow the caravan, obey their orders, and return on the way back."

"If you dare to try and escape, I'll kill that old bear, understand?"

A wave of heat surged from ahead, reminding the tiger-man of that night—

Unrestrained flames, overwhelming power, terrifying physical defense, and exaggeratedly large-scale ground spike magic.

Even though he had replayed the scene in his mind hundreds of times over the past few days, he couldn't find any way to defeat or even escape it.

That unparalleled power had already etched a deep fear into his heart, and upon hearing Thor's command, he immediately nodded instinctively.

Soon, the tiger-men selected some beastmen and kobolds and brought them to the caravan leader Mark. His three-meter-tall body was like a city wall, casting a large shadow.

Looking at the magnificent humanoid beast and the giant sword on its back that was as wide as his own waist, Mark felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

This guy is definitely not someone to mess with! When I was young, I considered myself a powerful warrior, but standing in front of this tiger-man, I felt like he could crush me with one hand.

That damned Red Dragon! He claims to be sending his men to help, but it's all just for surveillance.

Could I really dare to order them around? As long as they don't make things worse, I should be grateful.

But he only dared to think these words in his heart, and still smiled and greeted them warmly.

After Thor left and after a period of rest, the horses that had been stiff with fear finally recovered, and the crisp sound of hooves rang out, with the bells hanging around their necks making a melodious sound.

The caravan set off again, passing through valleys and disappearing into the distant wilderness.

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The treasure plundered from the caravans was carelessly tossed aside by Thor in a corner of his lair; items of this quality weren't worthy of being displayed in a prominent place.

Once he has enough spiritual essence, he will definitely exchange it for mountains of dragon crystals and turn his lair into another dragon crystal land.

As for the iron pots, salt, and dried grains and meat, which he completely disdained, he distributed them all, which could be considered as a form of motivation for his subordinates.

Otherwise, if the pressure is too severe, they will become numb, and the amount of essence produced will decrease, which is also a loss.

A qualified capitalist should know how to make certain investments to maximize profits.

After finishing these chores, Thor took down a cage made of woven vines and hanging in mid-air from a corner of the cave. Inside were several black bats that made frightened squeaks when disturbed.

However, when he looked over with his molten gold-like pupils, the awakened spell to control small creatures was activated, and invisible spiritual power emanated, instantly rushing into the mind of one of the bats, quieting it down.

With his immense mental strength, Thor has learned small spells like vision and hearing sharing from the memories of the undead creature in his mind after this period of research.

As these spells were applied to the quiet bat, Thorn felt a sudden jolt before his eyes, as if the world had been divided into layers, revealing a wondrous new perspective.

Looking at his own body from another perspective, especially from the perspective of small creatures, was quite novel to him.

After a brief adjustment period, Thor began to use his mind to control the bat as it flew up and down. When night fell, he even sent it burst out of the cave and flew south.

He planned to explore the abandoned underground city again to see if he could find more information.

One after another, the low hills were left behind, but compared to Thor's own flying speed, the bats were much slower.

Time passed by, second by second, and after a long time, the mountains I remembered still did not appear before my eyes.

After all, ordinary bats have limited physical strength, and their flight speed is about 20 to 30 kilometers per hour. For a distance of more than 200 kilometers, they would need to fly for nearly 10 hours.

If you add the time needed to stop eating and recover, the process will be even longer.

As dawn approached, Thor felt the delicate mental connection in his mind snap shut with a "snap." The spell's effect had expired, and he had failed to reach the abandoned dungeon.

The first attempt ended in failure.