1169 What is yours is mine

Liam had a bitter taste in his mouth as the minion who had encountered the elven squad was a werewolf minion, one that had been with him for a long time. 

However, he couldn't afford to get emotional here when there were a lot of people counting on him. The werewolf howled at the other end almost as if it could feel what was coming.

The next second, without any hesitation, Liam took a deep breath and sacrificed the minion, his figure appearing in front of the elven squad instead of the werewolf. 

The abrupt translocation was accompanied by a brief but intense disorientation, a side-effect of the skill he had used. But within a split-second, he was fully aware of his surroundings.

Liam stared at the group of dark elves who were casually resting. 

The dark elves looked back at him in confusion. Where there was previously a weak monster, now a human being was standing. They couldn't understand what just happened.

And before they could react… Liam swung his sword. Frostwave Slash.

The next instant numerous sword beams arced outwards in a semicircle moving at speeds that defied the eye. Each beam that emerged from his blade was imbued with a frosty aura.

As they struck the air, a chilling mist rapidly spread, and the sword beams expanded, engulfing the elves in an aura of freezing energy.

The temperature around them plummeted dramatically, causing their movements to slow. The beams connected, leaving a layer of frost on armor, weapons, and even the vegetation around them.

For a moment, the only sound was the chilling wind that seemed to have been summoned by his attack, howling through the trees like a pack of icy wolves.

By the time the dark elves snapped out of their stunned state, the damage had already been done. The attacks cut deep, slashing right through the armor of the dark elves and leaving frosted wounds that made any further movement painful and sluggish.

Those who had taken the full brunt of the attack were struggling to move as ice crystallized around their limbs and joints. 

Blood splattered everywhere as the dark elves fell, some attempting to break the ice encasing them only to find their energy failing them.

Liam stood in the midst of the chaos, his frosty blade gleaming in the dim light that filtered through the canopy of trees. With a flick of his wrist, he sent another attack forward, finishing off the remaining elves.

"So even at my best a single attack is not enough to take care of them." Liam let out a sigh. 

These past few months he had trained arduously in the sword technique Arcane Frost Slash he had obtained from the inheritance. 

Though he had reached a sort of roadblock in that technique, he was able to decipher a few other techniques from that concept. However, they seemed to need more refinement. 

Sucking in all the souls of the dark elves, Liam summoned a few soul blood beasts to deal with the leftover loot. He then placed the bodies into the spatial artifact and proceeded to move from there.

This part of the forbidden territory was different from the one he was previously in, a little further out, taking away a huge chunk of his progress but that did not matter. 

Another soul minion continued heading straight ahead and if he switched places with that minion, he would get right back to where he previously was without missing a beat.

This sort of jumping around was proving to be extremely convenient. Only the drawback was huge. Every time he used a teleport he would lose a minion.

And at the moment, Liam was unable to forge any new minions. 

Or rather his forging efficiency was very bad. It could be even considered wasteful. Right now he was only able to forge one out of ten souls. The remaining tries ended up poorly.

The ones that were forged were not that powerful either. 

At the maximum, they had a level of 400. Even if he forged a level 600 beast soul, it would only end up as level 400 or lower and its abilities were on the weaker side.

However, it was still easier getting these level 400 minions than waiting for his lower-leveled minions to level up all the way to 400. That was extremely time-consuming.

This was why Liam did not hesitate as he started sacrificing some of his minions and replacing them with more powerful ones. 

The other thing he noticed was that some of his minions had more growth potential than others. 

For example, the three-headed chickens could not be compared to Helikatos who was a named elite when alive. There was also Kouske and a few other special minions.

Liam made sure to keep these special minions. 

After breaking his head for the past few months over trying to heal his soul and to understand more about soul minions and forging, he felt as if he was close to achieving another breakthrough. 

At that time, perhaps he could give these special minions some sort of upgrade or at least reforge them by combining them with higher-level souls.

This was simply a conjecture at this time. Unfortunately, Liam needed to wait until he could explore more.

Liam took a breath as he focused back on the task at hand and finished going through the loot he had just gathered. 

The minion he had sacrificed had netted him a few more skill scrolls, some powerful stealth potions, camouflage items, and lastly, a few deadly poisons.

Liam had never come across such types of poisons in his life. The basic dossier on poisons that he received from the fairy also did not mention these special poisons.

He added them to his growing pile of valuable consumables and kept going. 

A few minutes later, another one of the soul minions ran into an elven camp. Putting aside the items in his hand, Liam immediately teleported to the second spot.