Butterfly Beauty

The Sea Folk with their Sinking Fishman- like beauty, the Winged Race Swan Smile with their swan-like beauty, the Insect Race creatures with their Butterfly Girl, the forest Moon Elves, and the plant-transformed Flower Beauty —these are known as the five most beautiful races on the Red Soil Continent.

These races possess inexplicable genes; any girl from them could be a femme fatale.

These races were incredibly rare, and each one was a target for Slave-Catching Group; whenever they appeared on the market, they were all incredibly expensive.

Li Ziran smiled bitterly to himself, realizing that he wasn't the one being accepted as a disciple.

"Sir, you must be joking. I'm just a mediocre wizard, how could I..."

Sandrew chuckled and said, "Li Ziran, don't be modest. I know the rules. That octopus frog took me a lot of effort. Your Transformation Spell is quite good. I'll definitely need special Frog in the future. I'll be going to the Abyss soon, so if it's convenient, I don't mind wasting a little time collecting two."

Li Ziran smiled wryly. Was this considered **?

He casually accepted the parchment letter from the Rainbow-tail Girl, never imagining that three months had already passed.

He couldn't help but scrutinize Sandrew. Necromancer was more or less a half-alchemist, and besides, Archmage like him, with only a physical condition, surely couldn't be completely helpless.

Moreover, the five major races of beautiful women are extremely rare, and each of them is a precious slave.

Especially in the Wasteland, as long as these races show their faces, they will be met with a frenzied pursuit. Why would a girl dare to appear in the Wasteland for three months and remain unmoved until now?

Trouble!

And there wasn't much to gain.

Despite being Archmage Undead, Sandrew is not worth much.

You can't expect someone to teach him Corpse Witch summoning or Soul Replacement spells just because he rescued a Butterfly Girl.

That's impossible.

Li Ziran didn't have that kind of wishful thinking.

His target should be Gegwu; he should focus on accumulating some capital in preparation for a visit to Gegwu.

Therefore, we cannot waste time.

"Well... sir, I'm just a novice wizard, I'm afraid I can't help you," Li Ziran politely declined.

"Little? No, no, no, your abilities must be quite good!" Sandrew seemed completely oblivious to Li Ziran's refusal, and continued to say with a smile, "Gegwu has very high standards; I haven't seen her praise many people in all these years."

Should?

Li Ziran remained silent; it sounded like he was just trying his luck.

What Li Ziran found strange was that this person was all smiles and even seemed somewhat benevolent.

However, he must not be deceived by appearances and must constantly remind himself that this is Archmage Undead.

"I... I...!"

Li Ziran initially hesitated, but Sandrew's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly said, "Li Ziran, I don't care what method you use, save that woman for me. If you save her, everything is fine; if you can't, you're on your own."

Before the words were finished, the Bone Grasshopper on the shoulder jumped into the air, and a transparent soul emerged and went straight into the Bone Grasshopper's body.

The Bone Grasshopper suddenly raised its forelimbs, revealing a miniature spatial ring. The ring flashed and absorbed Sandrew's flesh and the Bone Bird into it. It glared at Li Ziran again before jumping directly into the pocket of his wizard's robe.

This sudden change startled Li Ziran; what could have frightened a Necromancer like this?

It's as if they've run away with their debts.

Looking out the window, I didn't see anything unusual.

Wrong!

The air smelled off; there seemed to be a peculiar fragrance. When he looked up again, a strong group of minotaur warriors had appeared at the doorway.

Each of these warriors carried a totem pole on their shoulder, the poles gleaming with bronze light, signifying their identity.

Minotaur Advanced Totem Warrior.

The Beast Race are a warrior race. They don't have as many Mage Human Race and Elves, but their bloodline is exceptionally unique. Through constant collisions and friction with the Elemental Tide, they can form a warrior-specific Battle Qi. Although this Battle Qi cannot create terrifying area-of-effect destruction like magic, it continuously strengthens their physical bodies.

Based on the different awakenings of bloodline Battle Qi, warriors are divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, and Ultimate Battle-Qi Warrior. After that, they will be further divided according to race, such as berserker, blood warrior, and combat warrior, generally referred to as Fighter. When Fighter's bloodline is refined to a certain degree, he becomes Battle Master. And when he reaches the ultimate, he becomes Title Battle Master, which is comparable to Title Magister.

In the slave market, prices are generally determined by bloodline. For example, a high-level totem bull in the current market should be worth between 50 and 90 silver coins, which is quite a lot.

Li Ziran was very troubled, as he disliked dealing with the Beast Race.

Firstly, this race is incredibly strong in brute force, fiercely protective of their race, and extremely arrogant, believing that the world should belong to warriors, and that weak Mage are utterly helpless in their presence.

Secondly, they are very poor, so there is not much room for exploitation.

They are different from Mage. Mage need resources, while warriors need harsh environments. Only the most special natural environments can help them forge their unique bloodlines, so these people rarely collect resources.

Soon, Li Ziran learned the origin of the fragrance. In the very center of the minotaur warriors' encirclement was a bridal sedan chair, carried to Li Ziran's feet by four strong Minotaur. In the center of the sedan chair, two girls sat on either side, and between the girls lay a delicate little beauty.

Even through the curtain, the sight of her slender, white legs still made Li Ziran lose his composure.

Of course, Li Ziran was more focused on a golden Lion standing beside the bridal sedan chair. Its thick mane and body, which was two heads taller than Minotaur, made it extremely fierce. The large, gleaming curved sword at its waist made it even more imposing.

Li Ziran knew who they were.

The royal family of the Rhine Prairie, the Rhine Lions, and the one standing before them was at least a high-ranking member of the Lion Race.

The Rhine Prairie is home to many Beast Race, and the Grasslands is named 'Rhine' because the Lion Race rule this vast region.

The Rhine and the Tago, who rule the mountains and forests, are known as the two royal families of the Orc, but the real leader of the entire Beast Race is the even more powerful Behemoth Race.

Now he understood why a Butterfly Girl could stay in Blackwind Pass for three months, protected by such a regular Rhine Army, and secretly sheltered by an Undead Magister; she certainly had the resources.

The only thing that puzzled Li Ziran was why these people, despite their martial prowess, had managed to frighten Sandrew into hiding.

The Rhine Lion immediately spotted Li Ziran in the center and strode into the hall. Only then could one realize how big he was; he was practically a small truck.

"Are you Li Ziran?" He looked down at him, his question filled with domineering arrogance.

Li Ziran looked up and examined the situation. There was a golden glint in the corner of his eye, indicating that he had reached a certain level in refining the Wind Element.

To determine if a warrior is powerful, you only need to look at the corner of his eye.

The Rhine Clan of the Grasslands loves to refine Wind Element and Fire Element. If a golden or red light appears at the corner of their eyes, they have at least reached the level of an ultimate warrior. If it turns into a crimson gold color, they should have stepped into the realm of Fighter.

This level of skill is more like that of a regimental commander.

The Beast Race existed in the form of tribes, but after the Rhine Clan occupied the Grasslands, they united the scattered tribes into legions, controlling the entire Grasslands just like humans.

Unlike the scattered Wasteland, the Grasslands are definitely one of the most orderly areas.

This is a military figure.

Li Ziran ignored it and went straight back to his seat. The scene was indeed large, but the larger it was, the less afraid Li Ziran was. Most of the people who came here were asking him for favors, and the larger the group, the less confident they were.

"Speak, what is it!" Li Ziran chuckled. He could already sense that the person in the bridal sedan chair was the Sandrew had asked him to treat the Butterfly Girl, because he could already hear soft moans.

The Rhine Lion suddenly froze. In his mind, this human should at least be surprised, but the other party was unusually calm, even a little uneasy. He made a gesture but didn't know how to put it down.

"Mr. Li, my young lady has a stomachache!" Suddenly, a gentle voice came from the bridal sedan chair, and two quiet girls in blue dresses jumped out.

The girl was slender and tall, her long figure wrapped in a light blue dress. She had narrow eyes, but her ears were even longer, and a grass pattern adorned her forehead.

Grassland Elves!

Although they were also born Elves, they had long since left the forest and adapted to the unique environment of the Grasslands. The Magic Organ of the Grassland Elves had greatly degenerated, and many could only cast the simplest spells.

However, they evolved a pair of magical eyes that could see thousands of miles away, and with their superb vision, they achieved unparalleled archery skills.

The Grassland Elves are one of the few tribes that have their own territory on the Rhine Prairie. However, Li Ziran clearly noticed that the two girls had a Slave Seal on their lower abdomens.

Hehe!

The Orc's inherent flaws are on full display; they have an insane drive to pursue such extremely beautiful members of the opposite sex.

Two Elves girls jumped down from the bridal sedan chair, gently lifted the curtain, and carefully helped the girl in the center of the sedan chair to her feet.

In an instant, Li Ziran's eyes widened.

The girl's eyebrows seemed slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with tears and tenderness. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, revealing two shallow dimples. Her slender figure was like a piece of bamboo, so delicate that it seemed to bend with the slightest breeze on the Wasteland. With the slightest movement, she coughed, her delicate hands covering her lips, as if even the clear breeze and bright moon paled in comparison.

Especially when she coughs, she has a kind of sickly beauty.

Li Ziran's heart pounded uncontrollably, as if he felt an infinite tenderness for such a beautiful woman.

He had never seen such a beautiful woman. It seemed that all the beauty in the world was gathered in one person. Although she had a pair of colorful wings, it did not feel like a burden at all. On the contrary, it added a unique beauty that was different from other creatures. Especially with the scarf around her neck, which was tightly bound, she had a touch of bewitching charm in her purity.

He now finally understood why the slave owners on the Wasteland had pursued this race so madly. This kind of beauty could not be measured by money; the stench of gold coins would only tarnish this perfect female form.

"Boy, have you seen enough?" Rhine Lion's rough voice rang out like thunder, instantly snapping Li Ziran out of his daze of infatuation and astonishment.

"Bring the girl in."

Li Ziran smiled; he wanted to see just how powerful this girl's Undead talent really was.

Why would you Magister Undead beg him?