I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1567 - 1571: Another Bunch of Henchmen

"As expected of Brother Zhang, he’s truly fierce!"

Facing a Warcraft close to eighth grade, he still dared to push his luck and be so greedy—such an audacious person is a first in his experience.

These three Dao-level magic items, and even a Forbidden Curse, aren’t enough to satisfy his appetite?

"Brother, think about it, who are you? A Warcraft close to eighth grade. If you’re trapped in this godforsaken place, you’re wasting your potential and Gift. You should be out there establishing your own kingdom, basking in the admiration and reverence of countless Warcraft!"

"What can I offer you now? Freedom!"

"Those extraneous items mean nothing to you Warcrafts. Even if I give you more, you can’t use them. So why not trade them for your freedom?"

"Besides, I won’t use these items myself. I’m a philanthropist, and with this bounty, once I leave here, I’ll hold a charity auction. All the proceeds will be used to establish a Warcraft Protection Association, dedicated to saving homeless or human-enslaved Warcraft. That’s a merit too."

"Master, what you said makes a lot of sense. I get it now. I’ll go find more stuff for you."

The silly Warcraft put down its things and flew off again.

"Are these Warcraft stupid?" Raditz stared in disbelief at the receding figure, suspecting the Warcraft had been PPT’d by Zhang Menglong. Could they really believe plans that would fool a three-year-old?

"Raditz, get ready; we’ve got big business coming in."

"What?" Raditz was stunned—could there really be so many simpletons?

However, he underestimated the allure of the word "freedom" for these Warcraft. Many had lived from the Cang Yuan Era until now, already at peace with the world, with Mindsets even higher than the top human Martial Artists and magicians of today, already detached from worldly possessions.

If it weren’t for the Laws of the world holding them back, who knows how many would have already broken through to higher realms.

As soon as Zhang Menglong spoke, the sky immediately filled with Warcraft.

Each Warcraft was so massive they nearly blotted out the sun, quickly plunging the small island into darkness.

"What’s happening over there?" The magicians who had just been humiliated by the Red-eyed Splitting Sky Tiger hadn’t gone far and soon noticed the Warcrafts’ peculiar movement, all seemingly converging on the island where the tiger reigned.

They were already terrified, realizing what a peak formation this was. Seventh-grade Warcraft were everywhere, the weakest being above the fourth grade. Any single Warcraft could tear them apart, and they were surrounded by this Warcraft army.

However, strangely enough, the Warcraft seemed not to notice them at all, flying straight past them, with only their slipstream blowing them around.

Just a few Junior magicians, after all—in their eyes, like ants. How could they compare to their freedom?

Remember, this Heritage Space has only been open for three short years. For a human Array Master to help them remove these shackles, each Warcraft might take a significant amount of time.

But there were thousands upon thousands of Warcraft here. Even if he worked non-stop, how many Warcraft could he help in three years?

Arrive late, and the next such opportunity might be a long time coming.

The once barren island was now bustling. Dragon-shaped Warcraft hovered in the sky, giant ocean Warcraft menaced from the shore, and some Warcraft even fought because it was so crowded.

The number of Warcraft was so vast that slowly only those of higher grades could push through to the front, their intimidation making way, like attending a live house concert.

"Brother Zhang, aren’t these too many Warcrafts?"

It was Raditz’s first time seeing so many Warcrafts, and high-grade ones at that. Some single-handedly could destroy the entire Mosla Empire, and there were quite a few of them here.

But at this moment, these Warcraft were all respectful and shrinking back, as if fearing not the humans but other Warcraft.

"Pull yourself together. They’re the ones who need us, not the other way around, Zhang Menglong said. What we need to do now is act like we’re in charge."

"Zhang... Brother Zhang, I want to, but my body won’t listen!"

"Excuse me, which one of you is the human Array Master?"

Then, a Warcraft came forward.

Its aura was almost at the level nine perfect creature mark, a quasi-ninth grade super Warcraft. Zhang Menglong suspected that once it left this space, it might directly break through.

Its form was a massive black dragon, wingspan over 500 meters, seemingly restrained to control its shape.

Such high-level Warcraft could already transform into human form long ago, but due to the Formation, they had to maintain their Warcraft form.

It was seemingly the strongest Warcraft in this Heritage Space!

"That’s me," Zhang Menglong smiled, "How should I address you, elder brother?"

"Human Master, you may call me Hei Qing," the black dragon respectfully said, "Master, this time I brought all the treasures Ainos asked me to guard. I’m willing to give them all to you, as long as you can help remove the Formation on me, returning my freedom."

"Master, we’re willing too!"

The Warcraft piled their belongings on the ground.

The dragon brought 12 Dao-level pieces of equipment, over ten Forbidden Curses, and even a seventh-grade Formation cultivation manual left by Ainos. If these Warcrafts could learn, they might have already saved themselves.

"We’re rich! We’re rich!" Raditz counted the items like a stingy treasure keeper, promising that not even the human Magicians’ Association headquarters had so much stuff!

If Zhang Menglong wanted, he could create an organization rivaling the Magicians’ Association!

And this was just the possession of a single magician, Ainos, showing just how wealthy he was.

"Ahem, there’s no need to stand on ceremony," Zhang Menglong said, "This is a trivial matter. Everyone came with good intentions, and I genuinely want to be friends. I’ll help you remove the shackles you’re under."

Upon hearing this, the Warcraft beamed with joy.

"Master, since you think so highly of us, we’re willing to form a contract with you. If you ever need us, just activate the contract seal, and we’ll come to help."

"Whoa, I’m rich!" Zhang Menglong initially just wanted to make some money, never expecting to gain a bunch of bodyguards.

"Alright, alright, everyone get in line. We’ll go one by one; there’s no need to rush. Everyone will get a turn!"

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