Chapter 1185: The Two Major Hydra Breeders
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Chapter 1185 The Two Major Hydra Breeders
Morning arrived with a gentle warmth, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape. Michael, Gaya, and Vedora, perched atop Gaya's shoulder, made their way to the Ironfist Beast Tamers. The guild, known for its expertise in handling formidable creatures, stood imposingly against the backdrop of Sagespire's lush environment.
As they approached the guild's grand entrance, a young elf with bright, curious eyes welcomed them. His gaze lingered on Gaya, sensing something extraordinary about her presence. "Good morning," he greeted them, his voice tinged with reverence.
"Can we meet Borgin now?" Michael inquired, his tone direct yet respectful. The quest from the system weighed on his mind, a secret known only to him.
"Of course, follow me," he said, leading them through the intricate corridors of the guild. Their steps echoed on the wooden floors, hinting at the history and countless stories that had unfolded within these walls.
They climbed the wooden stairs, each step creaking under their weight, reaching a large, ornately carved door at the top. The young elf paused, turning to face them. "Borgin is waiting for you inside," he informed them. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★
"Thank you," Michael said as the elf nodded and left.
Pushing the door open, Michael stepped into the room, with Gaya and Vedora following closely. Inside, Borgin Ironfist awaited them, his presence commanding yet welcoming. His wide grin revealed a sense of anticipation and respect for the trio.
"Ah, the griffin slayers," Borgin exclaimed, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "Please, sit down." He gestured towards the seats around a large wooden table, intricately carved with images of mythical beasts.
Borgin leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood echoing softly in the spacious chamber. "That griffin has been a menace for too long," he said, his voice tinged with relief. "Thank you for taking care of it."
Michael, maintaining his composed demeanor, led the conversation. "It's fine. We're happy to help," he replied, his words reflecting a sense of purpose and determination.
With a hearty clap of his hands, Borgin exclaimed, "Wonderful!" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned forward. "Now, tell me, why did you want to meet me?"
Michael took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "We believe you're the best person to tell us about hydras and hydra breeding," he said, watching Borgin closely.
Borgin's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his face a canvas of intrigue and confusion. "Hydras, you say?" he mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the unusual request.
"Yes," Michael continued, "we have a keen interest in them."
At this revelation, Ayag and Sarba's eyes lit up, a mixture of shock and realization dawning upon them. The thought that they might not be the last of their kind brought a flicker of hope to their ancient eyes.
Borgin continued, unaware of the internal stirrings of Vedora's heads.
"Even I haven't seen a natural hydra. Those who might have, didn't live to tell the tale." He paused, taking a moment before adding, "As for the Kraken Clan, their specialty lies in breeding hydras using the skeletal remains of the legendary Vedora." He let the words sink in. "This is what makes the hydras created by the Kraken Clan extremely rare, powerful, and expensive."
The room grew quiet as the gravity of Borgin's words settled in. The mention of Vedora's skeletal remains stirred something deep within the disguised hydra, a sense of history and legacy intertwined with their current form and identity.
Remembering a piece of hidden knowledge shared by someone special, Michael's thoughts momentarily drifted. He recalled learning that Andohr had unearthed the body of Vedora, a legendary creature that lived five thousand years ago and met its end at the hands of his previous self. This knowledge, shrouded in mystery and time, added a layer of complexity to his current quest. (remember the special someone mentioned)
Borgin's words snapped Michael back to the present. "The Kraken Clan," he said, "has specialized in taking even the smallest bone fragments of Vedora's skeleton and using them to create hydras."
"How are they doing it?" Gaya inquired, her curiosity piqued by the mystical process.
Borgin chuckled, a sound rich with both amusement and wisdom. "Isn't that the golden question?" he mused. "No one really knows how they do it, but the hydras they create can cultivate like us and grow as strong as dragons."
"You see, no one asks such questions because the Kraken Clan pays well. In fact, the Beast Tamers have been tasked several times with retrieving skeletal remains of Vedora." He leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly.
"And here I thought Beast Tamers would only tame beasts." Michael, his tone light and slightly amused, remarked.
"Hahaha," Borgin laughed heartily at this. "True, true. But it's also true that these bone fragments radiate immense power, even after five thousand years since Vedora's death. They attract all kinds of beasts and monsters, making them a valuable and dangerous commodity." His eyes glinted with a mix of respect and caution for the power these ancient remains held.
Borgin leaned back in his chair, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "Since all kinds of monstrosities come to absorb the energy from the bones, we go there to ensure these monsters don't damage the goods," he claimed. His tone suggested a blend of duty and challenge in dealing with these creatures.
In response to Borgin's words, Gaya smiled. But her smile masked the undercurrent of displeasure.
"What do you do with the monsters and beasts that come for the bones?" Her position as the Goddess of Monsters made her particularly sensitive to the fate of these creatures, and Borgin's casual tone about handling them stirred a hidden anger within her. Oblivious to her true identity, Borgin laughed heartily. "We cage some of them," he said, "and kill those that are too unruly to be caged and sold." His words were matter-of-fact, reflecting a business-like approach to dealing with these powerful beings.
Gaya's smile didn't waver, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of disapproval. Borgin's straightforward admission, while typical of a beast tamer's life, clashed with her innate connection to these creatures. As the Goddess of Monsters, the thought of them being caged or killed for mere convenience was a hard pill to swallow.
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Chapter 1185 The Two Major Hydra Breeders
Morning arrived with a gentle warmth, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape. Michael, Gaya, and Vedora, perched atop Gaya's shoulder, made their way to the Ironfist Beast Tamers. The guild, known for its expertise in handling formidable creatures, stood imposingly against the backdrop of Sagespire's lush environment.
As they approached the guild's grand entrance, a young elf with bright, curious eyes welcomed them. His gaze lingered on Gaya, sensing something extraordinary about her presence. "Good morning," he greeted them, his voice tinged with reverence.
"Can we meet Borgin now?" Michael inquired, his tone direct yet respectful. The quest from the system weighed on his mind, a secret known only to him.
"Of course, follow me," he said, leading them through the intricate corridors of the guild. Their steps echoed on the wooden floors, hinting at the history and countless stories that had unfolded within these walls.
They climbed the wooden stairs, each step creaking under their weight, reaching a large, ornately carved door at the top. The young elf paused, turning to face them. "Borgin is waiting for you inside," he informed them. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n★
"Thank you," Michael said as the elf nodded and left.
Pushing the door open, Michael stepped into the room, with Gaya and Vedora following closely. Inside, Borgin Ironfist awaited them, his presence commanding yet welcoming. His wide grin revealed a sense of anticipation and respect for the trio.
"Ah, the griffin slayers," Borgin exclaimed, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "Please, sit down." He gestured towards the seats around a large wooden table, intricately carved with images of mythical beasts.
Borgin leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood echoing softly in the spacious chamber. "That griffin has been a menace for too long," he said, his voice tinged with relief. "Thank you for taking care of it."
Michael, maintaining his composed demeanor, led the conversation. "It's fine. We're happy to help," he replied, his words reflecting a sense of purpose and determination.
With a hearty clap of his hands, Borgin exclaimed, "Wonderful!" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned forward. "Now, tell me, why did you want to meet me?"
Michael took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "We believe you're the best person to tell us about hydras and hydra breeding," he said, watching Borgin closely.
Borgin's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his face a canvas of intrigue and confusion. "Hydras, you say?" he mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the unusual request.
"Yes," Michael continued, "we have a keen interest in them."
At this revelation, Ayag and Sarba's eyes lit up, a mixture of shock and realization dawning upon them. The thought that they might not be the last of their kind brought a flicker of hope to their ancient eyes.
Borgin continued, unaware of the internal stirrings of Vedora's heads.
"Even I haven't seen a natural hydra. Those who might have, didn't live to tell the tale." He paused, taking a moment before adding, "As for the Kraken Clan, their specialty lies in breeding hydras using the skeletal remains of the legendary Vedora." He let the words sink in. "This is what makes the hydras created by the Kraken Clan extremely rare, powerful, and expensive."
The room grew quiet as the gravity of Borgin's words settled in. The mention of Vedora's skeletal remains stirred something deep within the disguised hydra, a sense of history and legacy intertwined with their current form and identity.
Remembering a piece of hidden knowledge shared by someone special, Michael's thoughts momentarily drifted. He recalled learning that Andohr had unearthed the body of Vedora, a legendary creature that lived five thousand years ago and met its end at the hands of his previous self. This knowledge, shrouded in mystery and time, added a layer of complexity to his current quest. (remember the special someone mentioned)
Borgin's words snapped Michael back to the present. "The Kraken Clan," he said, "has specialized in taking even the smallest bone fragments of Vedora's skeleton and using them to create hydras."
"How are they doing it?" Gaya inquired, her curiosity piqued by the mystical process.
Borgin chuckled, a sound rich with both amusement and wisdom. "Isn't that the golden question?" he mused. "No one really knows how they do it, but the hydras they create can cultivate like us and grow as strong as dragons."
"You see, no one asks such questions because the Kraken Clan pays well. In fact, the Beast Tamers have been tasked several times with retrieving skeletal remains of Vedora." He leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly.
"And here I thought Beast Tamers would only tame beasts." Michael, his tone light and slightly amused, remarked.
"Hahaha," Borgin laughed heartily at this. "True, true. But it's also true that these bone fragments radiate immense power, even after five thousand years since Vedora's death. They attract all kinds of beasts and monsters, making them a valuable and dangerous commodity." His eyes glinted with a mix of respect and caution for the power these ancient remains held.
Borgin leaned back in his chair, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "Since all kinds of monstrosities come to absorb the energy from the bones, we go there to ensure these monsters don't damage the goods," he claimed. His tone suggested a blend of duty and challenge in dealing with these creatures.
In response to Borgin's words, Gaya smiled. But her smile masked the undercurrent of displeasure.
"What do you do with the monsters and beasts that come for the bones?" Her position as the Goddess of Monsters made her particularly sensitive to the fate of these creatures, and Borgin's casual tone about handling them stirred a hidden anger within her. Oblivious to her true identity, Borgin laughed heartily. "We cage some of them," he said, "and kill those that are too unruly to be caged and sold." His words were matter-of-fact, reflecting a business-like approach to dealing with these powerful beings.
Gaya's smile didn't waver, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of disapproval. Borgin's straightforward admission, while typical of a beast tamer's life, clashed with her innate connection to these creatures. As the Goddess of Monsters, the thought of them being caged or killed for mere convenience was a hard pill to swallow.
Chapter 1185 The Two Major Hydra Breeders Morning arrived with a gentle warmth, casting a soft golden glow over the landscape. Michael, Gaya, and Vedora, perched atop Gaya's shoulder, made their way to the Ironfist Beast Tamers. The guild, known for its expertise in handling formidable creatures, stood imposingly against the backdrop of Sagespire's lush environment. As they approached the guild's grand entrance, a young elf with bright, curious eyes welcomed them. His gaze lingered on Gaya, sensing something extraordinary about her presence. "Good morning," he greeted them, his voice tinged with reverence. "Can we meet Borgin now?" Michael inquired, his tone direct yet respectful. The quest from the system weighed on his mind, a secret known only to him. "Of course, follow me," he said, leading them through the intricate corridors of the guild. Their steps echoed on the wooden floors, hinting at the history and countless stories that had unfolded within these walls. They climbed the wooden stairs, each step creaking under their weight, reaching a large, ornately carved door at the top. The young elf paused, turning to face them. "Borgin is waiting for you inside," he informed them. The source of this content can be connected to n0v3lb!n"Thank you," Michael said as the elf nodded and left. Pushing the door open, Michael stepped into the room, with Gaya and Vedora following closely. Inside, Borgin Ironfist awaited them, his presence commanding yet welcoming. His wide grin revealed a sense of anticipation and respect for the trio. "Ah, the griffin slayers," Borgin exclaimed, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "Please, sit down." He gestured towards the seats around a large wooden table, intricately carved with images of mythical beasts. Borgin leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood echoing softly in the spacious chamber. "That griffin has been a menace for too long," he said, his voice tinged with relief. "Thank you for taking care of it." Michael, maintaining his composed demeanor, led the conversation. "It's fine. We're happy to help," he replied, his words reflecting a sense of purpose and determination. With a hearty clap of his hands, Borgin exclaimed, "Wonderful!" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned forward. "Now, tell me, why did you want to meet me?" Michael took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "We believe you're the best person to tell us about hydras and hydra breeding," he said, watching Borgin closely. Borgin's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his face a canvas of intrigue and confusion. "Hydras, you say?" he mused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the unusual request. "Yes," Michael continued, "we have a keen interest in them." At this revelation, Ayag and Sarba's eyes lit up, a mixture of shock and realization dawning upon them. The thought that they might not be the last of their kind brought a flicker of hope to their ancient eyes. Borgin continued, unaware of the internal stirrings of Vedora's heads. "Even I haven't seen a natural hydra. Those who might have, didn't live to tell the tale." He paused, taking a moment before adding, "As for the Kraken Clan, their specialty lies in breeding hydras using the skeletal remains of the legendary Vedora." He let the words sink in. "This is what makes the hydras created by the Kraken Clan extremely rare, powerful, and expensive." The room grew quiet as the gravity of Borgin's words settled in. The mention of Vedora's skeletal remains stirred something deep within the disguised hydra, a sense of history and legacy intertwined with their current form and identity. Remembering a piece of hidden knowledge shared by someone special, Michael's thoughts momentarily drifted. He recalled learning that Andohr had unearthed the body of Vedora, a legendary creature that lived five thousand years ago and met its end at the hands of his previous self. This knowledge, shrouded in mystery and time, added a layer of complexity to his current quest. remember the special someone mentioned Borgin's words snapped Michael back to the present. "The Kraken Clan," he said, "has specialized in taking even the smallest bone fragments of Vedora's skeleton and using them to create hydras." "How are they doing it?" Gaya inquired, her curiosity piqued by the mystical process. Borgin chuckled, a sound rich with both amusement and wisdom. "Isn't that the golden question?" he mused. "No one really knows how they do it, but the hydras they create can cultivate like us and grow as strong as dragons." "You see, no one asks such questions because the Kraken Clan pays well. In fact, the Beast Tamers have been tasked several times with retrieving skeletal remains of Vedora." He leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly. "And here I thought Beast Tamers would only tame beasts." Michael, his tone light and slightly amused, remarked. "Hahaha," Borgin laughed heartily at this. "True, true. But it's also true that these bone fragments radiate immense power, even after five thousand years since Vedora's death. They attract all kinds of beasts and monsters, making them a valuable and dangerous commodity." His eyes glinted with a mix of respect and caution for the power these ancient remains held. Borgin leaned back in his chair, a sense of pride evident in his voice. "Since all kinds of monstrosities come to absorb the energy from the bones, we go there to ensure these monsters don't damage the goods," he claimed. His tone suggested a blend of duty and challenge in dealing with these creatures. In response to Borgin's words, Gaya smiled. But her smile masked the undercurrent of displeasure. "What do you do with the monsters and beasts that come for the bones?" Her position as the Goddess of Monsters made her particularly sensitive to the fate of these creatures, and Borgin's casual tone about handling them stirred a hidden anger within her. Oblivious to her true identity, Borgin laughed heartily. "We cage some of them," he said, "and kill those that are too unruly to be caged and sold." His words were matter-of-fact, reflecting a business-like approach to dealing with these powerful beings. Gaya's smile didn't waver, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of disapproval. Borgin's straightforward admission, while typical of a beast tamer's life, clashed with her innate connection to these creatures. As the Goddess of Monsters, the thought of them being caged or killed for mere convenience was a hard pill to swallow.
