45 Giving the world (1/2)
Draig was waiting behind the flames having set camp for the night, he needn't worry about sneak attacks with the fire acting as a shield to outside forces.
Calling the Coven in for a meeting Draig began explaining his intentions.
”Everyone I will be taking a small trip, I will leave the command of the ghouls to Stein. Goeki you will control our close quarter troops, Zura the mages, Terra the summoners. During this time I may not be capable of returning in time to assist you, with that said don't take any risks. Act when you have full confidence in victory.” ordered Draig seriously as the skull atop his cane gleamed in the light of the candles.
”Lord, where will you be going” asked Goeki a bit panicked.
”I need to go and test my limits or I will never grow. I need to struggle if I am to bring these opposing races to their knees.” explained Draig twirling his cane finding a bit of amusement from the act.
'Explains why the Mage always did it' thought Draig
Saying no more Draig stepped out of his tent and faded into a Mist, if one hadn't witnessed the scene no one would have believed someone had been standing there.
Draig wasted no time as he looked down over the Forbidden Zone, he had originally left so he could gather Blood Points. Draig desired to activate the different branches of the skill tree and increase his level, he wanted the inherent traits of those foreign beings and he couldn't act freely with all those people around.
Draig chuckled as he traveled through the forest draining any weak monster that he came across, the Blood Points were not easy to gain as it was one per Liter of blood consumed. Draig had not even put a dent in the cost of activating one branch of the Skill Tree let alone the two.
He cursed this new upgrade to his system he felt as if it was holding him back but he would solve the problem if that was the case. Nothing was spared along his path, until finally he came across a small scouts camp.
Scaly men with the head of a Dragon, if he wasn't mistaken these should be Dragon Kin. Descendants of those who had been blessed with the power of a Dragon and had thus mutated from this power.
Draig felt his hunger surge, he was certain he would gain immense benefits from consuming the robust essence. Silently gazing at his prey, he stuck to the outer perimeter of the small camp biding his time for that perfect moment.
Unfortunately he wasn't aware of how capable the senses of these hybrid beings were. Before he could even strike, a ball of fire had been cast towards his location.