"It's normal that you don't have to kill him." Adam said to Lina by freezing the arrow with an ice storm.

Lina waved her hand to repel the forest elves, and she knelt in front of Adam without hesitation, lowered her head and said, "Master, I don't know why this happened. In order to prevent future troubles, it's better to kill him directly."

Lina dared to guarantee that when she said this, she definitely thought so in her heart, but she still didn't dare to look up and even lowered her head.

The devil said treacherously: "Master, why not just listen to her. I think it will be interesting to kill her father."

Adam ignored the devil's words, looked at Lina with a smile, and then patted her back with his wings: "I know, this is a blood leap, and it has nothing to do with you...well, it has nothing to do with whether you want to save him."

Lina seemed grateful: "Master, thank you for your trust."

Adam walked to the ice thorn and dispersed the ice-type energy that was fighting against the plant energy. The shape of the ice thorn began to change. The tiny pipe directly pierced most of the blood vessels of the patriarch. The extreme cold freezes the penetrating blood vessels so that it will not break. The speed of blood flowing into the blood tank has increased significantly, and the plant energy continues to maintain the vitality of the patriarch.

"You see, he's becoming more useful now."

Adam patted his paws with satisfaction, and the ice crystal pipe extended again from the ice thorn. Before he turned around and left, he said to Lina: "Transfer your fellow tribes into the laboratory one by one, I want to promote their bloodline."

Lina's head was raised instantly, she looked at Adam in shock, and then she realized that this was too disrespectful, so she hurriedly said no to help: "Master, is this too troublesome to you?"

Adam smiled and said, "Don't worry, no one will be more powerful than you. Even if there is an accident, you are their master."

After Adam left, Lina got up from the ground and looked gloomy and gloomy. Adam's last words were not so much a comfort, but rather a knock on her, "Master..."

The forest elves next to them listened to the conversation between the two. Even though their knowledge and knowledge were not enough to understand everything, the part about blood still made them excited. One elves excitedly said: "Can he make us stronger!? You become the controller of nature because he is, Lina?"

Lina suddenly turned around and stared at the talking elf, and threw a seed on him with a snap of her fingers. The seeds quickly took root and sprouted, drilling into the elf's flesh and blood to absorb nutrients. The elf let out a shrill scream, and Lina was completely unmoved. It was not until the vine sucked the elf into a human and fucked it back into her hand and spoke faintly: "You should call me, master."

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The success rate of bloodline improvement of the other forest elves is lower than expected, and only one out of every fifteen people can withstand the terrifying torture.

However, individuals who failed to improve are not completely worthless. They already have more high-quality information in their blood, so Adam carefully preserved their lives, hung them upside down in the enlarged laboratory, connected them with ice transistors, forming a rough blood circulation pipeline to accelerate the bloodline improvement of the other forest elves.

This made the laboratory even more terrifying than before, and some elves were even scared to death before the operation began.

Lina became very enthusiastic. Every time she personally sent her tribe members to the laboratory and then watched the operation throughout the process. In name, it was to help Adam simplify the experimental process, but in fact it was afraid that someone would gain more power than her.

Adam didn't point it out, but just warned him that there were no omissions on patrol missions, and then let her stay in the laboratory.

Twenty days later, Lina sent the last slave who had not yet been operated into the laboratory. Adam looked at her and said, "The slaves who had not completed their promotion are useless."

Lina was stunned and asked hurriedly: "Why? They can still make blood." She also hoped that her master would perform an operation for her.

"You want to continue to advance unless there are more bloodlines at the level of natural controllers. The blood of these elves is too low, and the simple amount is no longer enough to support the second promotion." Adam directly pointed out her thoughts, like a devil, seducing mortals to fall step by step.

Lina did not refute, but just left the laboratory with some confusion.

Nearly a month has passed, and the huge tribe now seems very empty, with uninhabited tree houses overgrown with weeds, and the scent of blood from the ground is faintly revealed, even wild beasts are reluctant to approach it.

There were more than 600 forest elves who had successfully signed a master-servant contract with Lina. Now most of them have become living dead people. Her bloodlines have been sent out to perform missions. Now, only she and Adam can still be moved in the entire tribe.

She walked alone to the ice thorn group.

The vitality of any creature is limited, even these elves who can use plant power.

The initial resistance had all lost their vitality, and there was no more blood drops on the ice thorns. The only one who was still "alive" was the old patriarch.

Desire is like a seed, and strength is the best nutrient. Its breeding speed exceeds Adam and Lina's expectations. When Adam announced that these hematopoietic machines were useless, Lina felt extremely calm in her heart when she stood in front of her father's miserable body.

After a long silence, light footsteps came from behind. Lina did not turn around, and walked to her father and took a deep breath. A cluster of sharp thorns grew in her hand, which slowly pierced into her father's head with the sound of exhalation.

Then she cut off the thorn, let it take root and sprout in her father's body, and then turned and walked out resolutely.

When he arrived in front of the slave, there was no abnormality on his face.

"Didn't I say that I'm not allowed to come back to the tribe without special circumstances?" Lina's flowers woven withered in pieces, no longer colorful, only dark purple flowers blooming.

The slave knelt on one knee and said respectfully to Lina: "I found a stranger entering the Macaron Mountains alone. After staying at the foot of the main peak for a day, he was walking towards the tribe. He seemed to be familiar with the road. Some of the tribes he encountered along the way were avoided by him, while others entered."

"Is it the Dragon Destroyment Organization?"

"I don't know that the old patriarch did not allow us to contact the mysterious people, but I think it should be right."

Lina was silent for a moment and ordered: "Go and monitor him, I want to get all his intelligence, don't be discovered, otherwise you know what the consequences will be."

The slave trembled all over and retreated out of the tribe. The consequences in Lina's mouth were even more terrible than death, because she had seen Lina suck the blood of two tribes who dared to resist her.
Chapter completed!