<h4>Chapter 751: Dragon Blood</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Exodus Tales <strong>Editor: </strong>Exodus Tales


    Abel was standing next to Flying me’s nest on the battle fort tform, and he was negotiating a deal with Flying me.


    It was a deal, indeed. Abel was Flying me’s master, but the main ingredient for the dragon’s blood wall-breaking potion was the blood of a dragon. Flying me was much wiser now. After drinking multiple bottles of the soul potion, it knew better than to have its blood taken away for nothing.


    Of course, Abel could justmand Flying me to do his bidding. He could do that, but he didn’t like the idea of forcing his summoned creatures into doing something that they didn’t like. Asking for blood shouldn’t bemanded form.


    Abel raised one finger, “I’ll give you one soul, potion.”


    Flying me rolled its eyes at that offer. It really liked the soul potion, but one bottle wasn’t going to do much at all now.


    “Fine. How about two?”


    It was not like Abel was being stingy. It had only about more than a year since Flying me became a four-legged pseudo-dragon. It did not have enough time to stabilize its powers, so drinking too much soul potions would only do more harm than good. It happened to ck Wind before. After drinking an overwhelming amount of soul potion, it entered into a severely weakened state for a very long time.


    Flying me shook its head again. It was not satisfied with the number Abel was giving.


    Abel said with a stiff expression, “Three. That’s my final offer. If it’s not good enough, I’ll go to the Double Moon Forest and capture the dragon beast alive. That way, I won’t need any blood from you.”


    Flying me hesitated for a bit. It was smart, but it didn’t have thoughts that were asplex as a human. More importantly, it did not consider something very important. It didn’t know the difference between the quality of its own blood and that of a dragon beast. A dragon beast was partly a dragon, yes, but the lineage was so thin that not even the Horadric Cube could synthesize a giant dragon’s blood from it.


    Flying me was different, however. It was in a slightly lower rank than the giant dragons, but it was the top elite of the subspecies that it was in. Unlike Flying me itself, Abel actually knew that. When he saw the hesitation in its eyes, he took out three bottles of the soul potions from his portal bracelet.


    There were three bottles of the soul potion on the floor. The purple crystals were enough to make Flying me’s eyes spark. As soon as Abel put them on the floor, it snatched them away with its front ws and put them inside the portal bag on its chest.


    Abel was pretty proud of how fast he made this process go. Actually, it wouldn’t hurt to get any blood from Flying me. Besides, he still had the full-recovery potions with him, so healing the cuts was no problem at all.


    Abel tapped on Flying me’s body, “I’ll let you do the cut yourself. Don’t worry. I’ll be here to heal you.”


    Truth be told, Flying me’s body was just too tough. It would be hard not to leave an injury without usingbat qi. Abel didn’t want to hurt Flying me too much, so he decided to let it do the job itself.


    While pointing itself with the tip of its front ws, Flying me projected a white light that cut across the blood vessel on its wings. It was enough to make blood spurt out immediately.


    Abel was quick to react. With a spare portal bag in his hand, he collected the blood that flew across the air. Flying me was not good at faking. Its expression soured as soon as it saw the amount of blood that wasing outside. Of course, seeing this made Abel quite hurt.


    Seeing that there was already enough dragon blood being collected, Abel pressed on his belt to activate his full recovery potion transfer. Soon, a purple light shed across where the cut was opened. When it disappeared, Flying me was immediately in full health.


    But, it made some noises that Abel couldn’t quite understand. Abel tried to hear the trantioning from the soul chain, and he was quite surprised to hear what he heard.


    “Come trade with me next time, Master!” was what Flying me was trying to say. Abel couldn’t help butugh at that. To show his appreciation for Flying me’s statement, he took out many ration potions and ced them inside Flying me’s portal bag.


    There was a part that Flying me didn’t know about. None of the hundred of soul potions Abel had were for himself. They were all for his summoned creatures. He would give them all out if he could, but making them drink them too quickly would only hinder the progress of their development.


    Flying me screamed in ecstasy when it saw the number of gifts that it got. It roared, and if it wasn’t for the protection of the battle fort barrier, it would’ve made all the nearby horses and mount wolves lie t on the ground.


    Once Abel went back to the alchemy room that was on the top floor of his magic tower. He began preparing to brew his “dragon blood wall-breaking potion.”


    The dragon blood wall-breaking potion would increase the chance of promotion from a knight’smander to a knight’s headmander by twice-fold. Still, that was only if the potion was brewed with a blood of a giant dragon, and there was no way Abel could find a way to collect blood from a true giant dragon.


    As he would have it, the only way was to synthesize Flying me’s blood with the Horadric Cube. After clearing up everything that was in the cube, he dropped Flying me’s blood into twenty-one bottles of crystal bottles. Of course, he already counted the amount when he healed Flying me with the full-recovery potion.


    While taking a close look at one of the bottles, Abel could see a bit of blue glowing inside the bottle. As it turned out, Flying me was born with blue-quality blood. This meant that when three bottles were put into the Horadric Cube, it would create a bottle of gold-quality dragon blood. This hypothesis was tested to be correct. When Abel went ahead and synthesized the dragon’s blood, he created a gold-quality potion that was full of energy.


    Now, Abel’s never seen the blood of a giant dragon before, but when heid his eyes upon his creation, he could pretty tell that this was it. He had a question in his mind, and that was if he could try to synthesize the blood again.


    To test out his theory, Abel synthesized all of Flying me’s blood into seven bottles of giant dragon blood. After that, he put three bottles of the giant dragon blood into the Horadric Cube. He pushed the synthesize button on the bottom right corner, which produced one bottle of a dark-golden quality potion.


    It was a hit. This was no ordinary dragon blood. It was dragon blood that surpassed even that of a giant dragon. While holding the bottle in his hand, Abel could feel a constant zapping sensation thating towards him. He was resistant to lightning, so it didn’t really hurt that much to him.


    The dragon’s blood continued to boil inside the crystal bottle. If not for the lid, the contents would’ve spilled out already. Apart from the zapping sensation, Abel was starting to feel something different. It was hot. It was like the whole bottle was burning in his hands.


    This was nothing short of being strange. The crystal bottle was no ordinary bottle. It was a special item that was just for the dark world potions. It had an ordinary appearance, but it was strong enough to resist all sorts of vtile solutions. Needless to say, this bottle was suppressing the vtile energy that wasing out of the dragon’s blood.


    Suddenly, Flying me started standing up next to Abel. It was looking straight towards the Abel Magic Tower. Its eyes contained all sorts of different emotions. There was fear, expectation, respect, admiration, and other things. There was a new energy that wasing at where it was looking. From its perspective, it was like witnessing the birth of a proud king, and it was a lowly subject who happened to have the luxury to be in the king’s presence.