Lord of the Magical Beasts

Seeing Ymir ordering his men to tie up the females of the elf tribe, Yang Ling guessed that this man was either a slave master, or at the very least, a slave trafficker. He was capable of committing any evil. After confirming that there were no ambushes around them, he decided to show off some of his power!

He had to tackle the problem at the source. If he was to act, he was going to use all of his power to target the leader.

Yang Ling gathered two hundred of the fiercest Horned Beast Bees and split them into two teams. He ordered one of the teams to attack the young man Ymir, while the other team was sent to deal with the spellcasters in the air. He did not want the mysterious spellcasters to turn him into a human popsicle after he exposed himself.

The army of Horned Bee Beasts became increasingly excited as they heard the pathetic cries and detected the thick scent of blood following the ambush. If not for Yang Ling’s commands and suppression, they might have swarmed over in that instant.

After being tamed by Yang Ling, the Horned Bee Beasts not only became more powerful, they also became more raring to battle. Sometimes, after they captured their prey, they not only swallowed their bones, they even consumed the fresh blood splattered onto the ground. At the same time, just like Yang Ling, the beasts would experience considerable improvements after consuming the blood essence of Magical Beasts. Their armor would become more sturdy, the black horns on their heads sharper, and they became even faster.

Caught off guard, the warriors in black stood no chance against the ferocious Horned Bee Beasts. Some of them fled outward in a fluster, but they were shot down by the elf warriors. Some flailed their swords in vain and could only watch as the Horned Bee Beasts ripped their flesh, turning them into bare skeletons in mere seconds.

Wherever the Horned Bee Beasts went, the once-victorious warriors in black abandoned their armor and fled. Even the mighty gryphons were no exception, fleeing immediately. The lucky managed to flee, while the unlucky were reduced to bones, some even leaving behind only a few strands of hair or a pool of blood.

Ymir, who was the primary target of the Horned Bee Beasts’ attacks, was in an even more pathetic state. Several of his elite guards were instantly reduced to pools of blood. Ymir was incredibly afraid, seeing the sharp fangs of the Horned Bee Beasts and hearing the blood-curdling screams of his guards.

“Ah, my butt!” In his fear, Ymir maintained his guard on his eyes and vital areas, but a large portion of flesh was ripped from his butt. “D*mn it, cut through this formation! Gilbas, Fireball Technique!”

In his panic, Ymir shot a fireball toward his butt. At the same time as he was burning the detestable Horned Bee Beasts, the flames seared his buttocks. The pain made him sweat and tear up.

The spellcaster called Gilbas had fast reactions, but the Horned Bee Beasts suddenly changed the focus of their attacks, targeting the scattered warriors in black instead. He had not killed many Horned Bee Beasts despite launching a large number of fireballs. Instead, ten more warriors in black were sprawled on the ground, burned and smoking. Ymir was furious. If not for the pain in his butt and his limited movement, he would have charged over to Gilbas and slapped the sh*t out of him.

“D*mn it, reform on me. Make your way to me even if it means you have to die!”

Seeing the increasing numbers of the Horned Bee Beasts, Ymir became even paler as he gave a loud order. Horned Bee Beasts were low level Magical Beasts. Even though their individual offensive capabilities were not terrifying, a large group of them would be tricky. One would not be able to deal with this large of a group of flying beasts unless one was equipped with sturdy armor or ample spellcasting abilities.

Under such a terrible situation, the warriors in black fled in all directions like headless cockroaches. Some of them, in their terror, even rolled off their flying beasts that were hovering in the air. At the same time, the condors and gryphons that had lost their masters also fled for their lives, as mighty as they were. A calf-sized gryphon, in its panic, flew straight toward where Yang Ling was hiding.

“Haha, great!” Yang Ling was not afraid when he saw the gryphon charging toward him. Instead, he was elated. With a speedy gryphon as his ride, it would be much easier to make it out of this large forest.

Yang Ling quickly jumped out of the treetops and grabbed onto the right claw of the gryphon before pulling himself up onto its back. He then bit his index finger and dripped a drop of blood onto its head. In that moment, a silver glow surrounded the gryphon, forming into several mysterious symbols. The tamed gryphon obediently allowed Yang Ling to ride it.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ling instructed the gryphon to stop on top of a giant stone. When he had tamed the gryphon just now, he felt as though his blood and wizard powers had poured out. He became fatigued in an instant. It looked like the level of this gryphon was much higher than a Horned Bee Beast. If not for the fact that it was not in the mood for a battle now, it might have trampled him with a simple charge. There might not have been enough time for him to tame it with his blood.

“Ah, help!”

“Ah, my thigh…”

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Even though the warriors in black were nimble, there were unfortunately too many Horned Bee Beasts to deal with. They were unable to gather before a swarm of Horned Bee Beasts attacked them, reducing them into piles of bones in the blink of an eye. Some of their bones were even picked clean. The pathetic cries before their deaths were chilling.

Seeing the swarms of Horned Bee Beasts and hearing the crunching sounds of bones, even the elves who were not the targets of the attacks were fearful, much less the warriors in black.

“A summoner? Yiblis, we fell for the ambush of the elves of the forest!” Ymir understood after he saw that the attacks of the Horned Bee Beasts had been coordinated and focused only on the warriors. Then he saw Yang Ling, who charged out under the protection of a team of Horned Bee Beasts.

Horned Bee Beasts were Magical Beasts of the lowest level and did not have high intelligence. Usually, they would all swarm forward when they encountered an enemy or prey. But the attacks of the Horned Bee Beasts before them were strategic, precise, and clearly trained. They must have been trained and controlled by a Summoner like Yang Ling.

“Retreat, quickly!” Ymir ordered after a moment’s hesitation. He realized that he had lost the battle after seeing the casualties, and that even a few spellcasters were unable to fend for themselves. He was the first to hop onto a gryphon and flee for his life.

“Ah, my butt, ah…”

In the chaos, Ymir sat on his gryphon. He howled in pain whenever the bleeding wound on his butt came into contact with the hard bones of the gryphon. But there was a swarm of Horned Bee Beasts behind him. To save himself, he had no choice but to bear with the pain and flee on the gryphon.

“D*mn you elves and that blasted Summoner. Wait and see, I’ll be back!”

Ymir was furious as he looked at the few warriors beside him. He had not expected to be left with such a small group of men despite him personally leading the attack. He had not only failed to capture a single forest elf, he had paid a heavy price.