Beyond this classification, there was another group of creatures: the various monsters of the Underground World. Unlike the derogatory names humans used for the races of the Gray Mang Wasteland, these creatures were monsters in the truest sense. Driven by instinct and possessing virtually no intelligence, they lived in family units throughout every corner of the Underground World. There were more than three thousand of them, in all manner of bizarre forms.
"Once the Underground World is on track, it can support the main territory of Qixing Territory on the surface, while we begin expanding outward."
Velin had not forgotten the information Review Officer Lester had told him. In any case, the kingdom had never stipulated that a viscount could not possess fifty or sixty thousand square kilometers of territory.
Five days later, outside Star Prayer City, Velin and Kyle met up with Aljettah, accompanied by twenty-four knights from the Guard Team, and headed northwest.
The entire journey went smoothly, with little resistance along the way.
After crossing the Ash River Valley plains, Velin and his group arrived at a grassland region.
After nightfall, they found a Kobold tribe nearby. Once they had wiped out more than a hundred Kobolds, they settled down there for the night.
Velin, Kyle, and Aljettah sat around the campfire.
"The last time I camped out in the wild like this was two years ago. It really brings back memories." Velin tossed a piece of firewood into the flames, sounding deeply nostalgic.
Aljettah curled his lips. "You humans are strange. You can get sentimental even over this kind of wilderness life."
"What do you know? It's called cultivating one's temperament." Velin looked at the silver dragon, who had no appreciation for romance, and spoke slowly.
Suddenly, a sound came from the distance. The two men