"Apart from this, we Hydra Bloodline Warriors are capable of something else." Duren Burg said in a proud manner. "Every Hydra Bloodline Warrior acquires different abilities upon awakening. While mine is Night Vision, others might obtain the ability of Snake-scale Golden Armor or something else. Besides, if I awaken the bloodline power for the second time, I will be given a brand new skill, which could be randomly assigned by the awakening, or be chosen myself through gathering materials prepared in advance on the awakening altar."
Cech Flet cast a glare at Duren Burg. Although he remained silent, his eyes betrayed his thoughts. "How on earth are you going to be allowed to enter the altar of Hydra Bloodline Warrior Family? Since you're sure to be blocked from the bloodline altar, you had to rely on natural awakening, and only God knows whether you would gain some useless skill such as feeling full by drinking a sip of water or the ability to go three days without going hungry." He thought.
Duren Burg suddenly developed a headache as it was really a nuisance. Unless he agreed to go back to Hydra Bloodline Family, he would not be allowed to walk onto the awakening altar in a gracious manner.
Cech Flet slowly raised one finger, knelt down and wrote a word on the ground. He then rose up, walked to a big stone, leaned across it and looked up to the sky.
[Steal]
Gazing at the simple word on the ground, Duren Burg couldn't believe that it was written by Cech Flet. However, sneaking into the bloodline altar appeared to be a good idea.
However…Duren Burg lied on the grass and looked up at the sky. As one of the top ten bloodline warrior families, the Hydra Bloodline Family was not easy to break into.
For the time being, there was only the creaking sound given by the burning fire filling the vast field.
Qian Jin had a glance at the bronze saber held in Fanta Kunge's hand, noticing that there was a thin layer of rust on the previously flat mirror-like surface. It seemed as if it had been placed on the shelf for long and thus had rusted.
The open field of the Zence Empire was much more secure than the places filled by bandit groups.
No creatures other than several hares out for food showed up in the open field for the entire night.
Fanta Kunge blinked his semi0red eyes after a sleepless night. Apart from the torturing pains, he was also filled with the excitement of practicing Gold Essence Warrior Power Training Scroll for the first time.
The warrior power training scroll for twelve warrior reservoirs belonged to the worst of techniques, yet Fanta Kunge surprisedly found that this set of warrior power training scroll was probably better than the introduction from Qian Jin.
Although he hadn't ever exercised the warrior power training scroll with twelve warrior reservoirs before, as a descendant of Fanta Family, Fanta Kunge had read various memoirs written by different warriors as well as the introduction to the training scroll for twelve warrior reservoirs.
The rotation of his warrior power was timed quicker than that of the rotation of twelve reservoirs. More importantly, such warrior power had absorbed the essence of the bronze, of which the intensity and firmness of it had surpassed the twelve warrior reservoirs by leaps and bounds.
Now he had already reached the intensity equivalent to the training scroll for eighteen or nineteen warrior reservoirs, which, if continued, would grow stronger and stronger upon taking in more golden essence.
"Duren Burg, come and have a try." Fanta Kunge suddenly rushed forward and performed a move with his fist which collided with Duren Burg's lifted palm.
As the colliding of palms gave out a crisp sound, Fanta Kunge stepped back as an expression full of appreciation appeared on his face. Looking at his palm, Duren Burg felt highly puzzled. "Your punch was even more forceful than what I had imagined. Altho
ugh I hadn't exerted my full strength to push you away, your warrior power wasn't smashed by me. Your warrior power is really intriguing."
One hundred and eight warrior reservoirs…Fanta Kunge looked at his palms eagerly, wondering how mighty he would be if the entirety of his one hundred and eight warrior reservoirs were activated. Flame Bear Bloodline Warrior? Hoarse Tee?
Qian Jin laughed and galloped onto the horse. As he had learned a fighting technique procured in Enlak's Warrior Energy House, he had a thorough understanding of the extraordinariness of such techniques. So the Gold Essence Warrior Power Training Scroll acclaimed to be a Divine Warrior Power Training Scroll was due to its equal power. He then made up his mind to find a hotel in the nearest city to rest and enter the endless world.
It was unusual for such a small village to have gathered so many top talents of their respective fields. Qian Jin had the feeling that Blake and his fellows expected him to complete some mission which he was not sure of.
Qian Jin whipped the horse harder to run faster, feeling obliged to do something for Blake and his fellows as everything he had acquired now was because of them.
Riding on the horse, Fanta Kunge would cast a look at his palm every now and then and turn to Cech Flet. The two of them started training around the same time and at this point; one of them had reached their second awakening, and the other was practicing Gold EssenceWarrior Power Training Scroll; They were all promised a bright future.
As for Qian Jin, the ordinary warrior who hadn't awakened his bloodline power, it was clear that he had always been leading and carrying the team
So… Duren Burg frowned silently, as he had recognized that he had to fasten his steps, or else he would fall behind his friends. He knew that he had to design his own means of other awakenings and that he couldn't bet on the unknown abilities that would be given to him by natural awakening.
Spreading out on horseback, Fanta Kunge grabbed his bronze saber firmly. Being the weakest among this group of four, he was sure that everyone else was more aware of the surroundings than him, thus it was better for him to give up watching out the surroundings and concentrate on absorbing the golden essence of the metal to improve himself.
Racing forwards then taking a break.
Taking a break then heading out again.
The entire journey turned out to be dull and boring, and the destination, which was several thousand miles away, was getting closer.
Upon entering Qian Region, Qian Jin had taken off much of his clothes, since the south was much hotter than the north.
Winding through numerous cities in QianRegion, they saw a large open city without defense wall towering in front of them.
Cities without rampart. There were in total four cities of this type in the Zence Empire, the first one being the Holy Capital where Emperor Zence Dragon resided years ago.
[A country, whose capital city was being besieged by rebels had already lost the honor and trust of its people. In this case, it deserved to be destroyed. For what reason would there be a rampart wall?]
As remarked by Emperor Zence Dragon, the Holy Capital henceforth became a city without rampart wall throughout history.
[The noble Elf-king Bloodline Warriors don't need any rampart wall to shield its territory.]
During the time the Qian City needed expansion, Qian Wuyang, the ultimate bloodline awakening warrior, declared the above manifestation and dismantled the existing rampart wall. Since that time the city started growing larger and larger without a rampart wall.
There was only one city without a rampart wall in Qian Region, Qian City.
Duren Burg turned to Qian Jin and saw a complicated look from this man who never displayed nervousness. It was difficult to say whether this was a look of nervousness, or excitement, or something else.
"Qian City…Qian City…" Qian Jin stopped riding, leaned on horseback and looked at the large city from afar. After taking a breath of the nostalgic air, he pinched his legs around the horse's ribs, by which the horse uttered a long growl and sprinted like lightning.
The absence of rampart wall didn't mean that it would not be shielded by soldiers. On the border of each main road in the city, there stood several guarding soldiers.
The guards at the gate of Yulee City were even more finely-equipped compared to those of the Oakland City, the high spirits of whom could be immediately sensed by anyone who cast a look at them.
However, when compared with the soldiers by the main roads of Qian City, those of Yulee City seemed poor in comparison. You could say the daunting appearance of Yulee's soldiers was fabricated while the pride of Qian City was generated from the souls.
This sense of pride given out from the bosom was enough to make the soldiers of Yulee City bow in shame.
Several soldiers guarding both sides of the street saw Qian Jin and didn't move to exam him. They just stood motionless and watched people going to and from.
Qian City, where the ultimate bloodline family dwelled in, was one of the cities with the lowest crime rate in the Zence Empire. No normal people other than the evil warriors and sinister mages would come to the Qian Family's territory to ask for an end.
Qian Jin rode slowly on Qian City's streets and observed the surroundings. Just within the past several years when he was away, this city had expanded a lot.
A life of security and prosperity was desired by the ordinary residents of Humans, Demons, and Barbarians.
A city that boasted security and prosperity and with a low crime rate was largely attractive to emigrants so long as you didn't get on the wrong side of the most influential family and maintained justice among each other.
In Qian City, as long as you didn't irritate the Qian Family and injure their interests, and transfer part of the profits in every sector that Qian Family got involved, the so-called fairness would continue.
Walking on the main roads, Qian Jin found that as his stance had been shifting, and many of his ideas had changed during the past several years
In the past when he was still a descendant of Qian Family, he thought that the entire urban prosperity was credited to Qian Family and it was normal for Qian Family to treat other forces at Qian Region with fairness.
But now, walking on the way to Qian Family again, Qian Jin slightly shook his head as he finally realized that Qian City was a city without justice. Why should the commercial products painstakingly developed by others and the newly-worked commodities be shared with Qian Family?
Why could the Qian Family monopolize many industries, leaving no room for the rest of the citizens?
Qian Family sheltered the whole Qian City? Why didn't people say Qian Family was fed and enriched by all the residents?
Fairness? As a family that treated its own members unfairly, how could it show justice to outsiders? Once its members failed in the bloodline power awakening, the honor of being buried in the ancestral graves would even be taken away doesn't matter how hard they might try to work.