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Korrin blinked a few times, fighting off the residual dizziness from his sudden arrival. His vision cleared, and he found himself standing beside a dark, roaring river that stretched endlessly in both directions.

The water wasn't the usual blue he was accustomed to; it was a dark red, the color of blood, violently rushing downstream.

The sight sent a chill through his body, making him wonder if he was still in the Void space, or somewhere far worse.

He crouched down near the riverbank, dipping a finger in the water.

The thick, crimson liquid clung to his fingers for a moment before being swept away by the fierce current, sticky-like blood with weird power trying to infect his body.

"This place..." he muttered under his breath, his sharp eyes scanning the landscape, but no other side of the river could be seen.

There was only the loud, rushing current, and the eerie red glow reflecting off the surface of the river.

Behind him, the sudden sound of footsteps made him spin on his heel. Figures materialized one after the other cavemen and Half-Drow cavemen, his subordinates.

They appeared disoriented at first but quickly straightened up, their eyes adjusting to their surroundings. The blood-red sky and ominous atmosphere felt suffocating.

Korrin knew immediately—"This seemed like no ordinary place and the task ahead of us should be not easy, but according to Master the task should not be that hard."

They all faced the riverbank, trying to assess the situation, but the idea of crossing the turbulent, cursed river was clearly out of the question.

With no way of seeing the other side or even guessing how long the river stretched, Korrin knew crossing was impossible then he looked behind, which was filled with dense forest with blood-red trees.

They had no choice but to stay where they are and face whatever danger that comes their way.

Suddenly, Korrin sensed the familiar presence that accompanied the Blood Eye. The will of the Divine Spirit Tree, appeared again, this time stronger than before.

His vision blurred for a moment before a strange, virtual screen appeared before him.

[Scanning...]

[Welcome to the Lord's Space: Cursed Blood Plane]

The words scrolled in front of his eyes, with a cold and detached voice in his mind, and Korrin's heart sank as more information appeared.

[Task type: Lord's Trial]

[Time Limit: 12 hours]

[Difficulty: A]

[Region: Red Riverbank]

[Trial Mission: Kill all the Mutant Hemophagic Murlocs before the time limit.]

[Background: The curse of flesh and blood spread across the entire river, turning the river water into cursed blood. The creatures living in the river have become undead, driven by their primal instincts, wandering the dark land, hungry for fresh blood and flesh. Their bodies have mutated to hunt and scavenge blood.]

Korrin narrowed his eyes at the details. That's not it; there is additional information to follow, including details on current progress, rewards, and penalties for failure.

[Current Progress: 0/43,000]

[Reward: Territory Token X1, Blood Qi Stones X1200, Source Crystal X1]

[Failure Penalty: Expulsion-- If the Trial is failed, you will be banished back to the Void Space you came from, and the difficulty of your next Trial will increase by 30%, without any increase in rewards.]

[Note: You may exit the Lord's domain once the task is complete, or you can remain until the end to kill additional Murlocs for more Blood Qi Stones and Source Stones.]

Korrin clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the trial settle in. His jaw tightened, and he glanced back at his cavemen troops, all of whom were still adjusting to their new surroundings.

His gaze flicked back to the virtual screen still hovering in his vision, the number 43,000 glaring back at him.

"Forty-three thousand..." he muttered under his breath, a cold wave of realization washing over him.

He scanned the group, noticing their numbers were less than half of what they would face, he couldn't help but ponder. "I don't know if they all attack together or come in different waves."

But it wasn't just the numbers that troubled him. The undead Murlocs weren't ordinary creatures, but also capable of regenerating by feeding off their enemies.

But their weakness lay in their lack of tactics. They were creatures driven purely by hunger and instinct. It was their only advantage, and Korrin knew how to exploit it.

He faced over a hundred Tier 3 Half-Drow Cavemen Fire Mages, most of whom he had summoned himself.

Accompanied by forty Elite and Rare quality Tier 3 Half-Drow cavemen, all transformed by Ram.

They stood in silence, their eyes emitting a soft glow, ready to unleash hellfire at any moment.

"This trial... it's designed to push us to the brink," Korrin thought, he could feel his innate talent, 'Species Evolution Master', with the increased radius and power, he could already cover every single subordinate.

Since most of the cavemen that are following him lacked the Half Drow Bloodline, he could freely utilize his innate talent to evolve his subordinates mid-battle once they accumulated sufficient Evolution points.

Without the conflict of the Half-Drow Bloodline, they wouldn't die immediately like his own tribe members.

Although the evolved cavemen without the Half Drow blood enhancement would not be as formidable as those with the Half Drow Bloodline, with his talent, their combined force would be more than enough to take down low-level, mindless undead.

Korrin breathed deeply, feeling a surge of confidence.

All cavemen were born with the racial characteristics that increased their defense when fighting in large groups, and with his fire mages' raw power, they stood a chance. Maybe more than just a chance.

"We don't have time to waste," Korrin finally said, his voice steady but cold. His eyes locked with each of his subordinates. "Our mission is clear: hunt down and kill every one of these mutant Murlocs before time runs out."

He turned to the fire mages next. "Fire Mages spread out in three lines. You'll rotate your attacks. The first line fires an initial strike, and the second line follows with a blast. The third line reserves energy in case the first two can't finish the job."

One of the mages, a younger drow with bright amber eyes, raised her hand nervously. "What if we can't kill them fast enough?"

Korrin's gaze darkened. "Then we die." The bluntness of his words made the group stiffen. NovelFire-the-story-platform

Korrin's lips twisted into a tight smile as he observed them, but he kept to himself that he had already received orders from Ram to leave and minimize losses if the trail was harder than they expected. "Good. Then let's start."

The countdown at the corner of his vision ticked down, the last five minutes now flashing in bold red. Korrin glanced at it, feeling the pressure mounting, but he kept his composure.

The river behind them churned violently, and in the distance, Korrin could hear the faint, eerie wails of the Murlocs rising above the blood-curdling current.

Their numbers swelled rapidly from hundreds to thousands and beyond with every surging wave.

"Use the seeds of the predatory vines that Master gave us!" Korrin shouted, urgency rising in his voice as the first wave of Murlocs surged from the blood-red river, claws gleaming in the eerie light. "Immediately build the fortifications around the riverbank!"

Listening to his order all the elite cavemen snapped into action, their movements quick, reaching into their packs and pulling out small pouches filled with the seeds.

These are the special predatory plant seeds that Ram collected when he found Ming Yue.

Before Korrin and others entered the trail space, Ram infused them with his Life Energy.

So that once activated they can immediately grow into predatory plants covering large areas, with the ability to continue to grow as they devour corpses.

Korrin watched as those cavemen, hastily scattering the seeds into the blood-soaked earth.

There was no time to lose; the Murlocs, who looked like small humanoid fish-men were already advancing, their grotesque, blood-maddened eyes locked onto the group.

He could hear their gurgling growls, could see the hunger in their twisted faces as they stepped forward, sharp claws outstretched.

Korrin tightened his grip on his staff, fire flickering at his fingertips. "Here they come."

As the final seconds of the countdown flashed. He held a few Blast Mushrooms in his other hand ready to use them if needed.

Three… two… one.

"Attack!" Korrin roared, his voice like thunder as the first wave of fire spells and arrows streaked across the blood-soaked sky toward the oncoming horde of Murlocs.

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