Mission: Conquer the Impossible, Fighting Spirit Boils

Robert and the others tried their best to explain the harm in Loren's actions, but in the end, they couldn't persuade him as they had hoped.

Instead, Loren's few words made their hearts waver, and they felt as if their entire world was shaking.

"Are the rules formed over millions of years necessarily correct?"

"What if this world is the one that's wrong?"

Seeing the confused look in their eyes, Loren didn't explain much to them.

It wasn't time yet; the necessary conditions were lacking.

Moreover, in most situations, when people encounter things they cannot understand or that contradict their beliefs, they tend not to accept them.

Instead, they will try their best to deny them to maintain the rationality of their own beliefs.

The weakness of human nature.

The servants around, upon hearing this, felt their emotions stir. Some looked at Loren as if he were crazy, while others wondered if they should notify their families. If this noble master was willing to distribute land for free, then it would be foolish not to take advantage of it.

"Lord Loren, I trust your wisdom will not lead you astray. We will say no more."

Robert's mind was still reeling, so he quickly changed the subject. Loren's ideas were too outlandish, and his decades-old values struggled to accept them.

"Do you need to purchase all of these Human slaves?"

Loren nodded.

"Send people to assess their abilities. I'll take anyone with special skills."

After speaking, he glanced at the few weak-bodied half-orcs in the room, shaking his head slightly in disappointment.

"Do you have a way to purchase strong slaves? Bronze Grade would be ideal."

Silver Grade slaves cost 150,000 to 200,000 each. If he spent all the money he had, he could only buy a little over a hundred.

In comparison, Bronze Grade slaves were much cheaper at 50,000 each, so he wouldn't feel bad buying two to three hundred.

Furthermore, as long as he had some time to develop, he could elevate these soldiers to Silver and Gold Grade.

"Strong slaves?"

Robert pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Lord Loren, the City Lord's Gold Knights went to hunt down a dragon half a month ago and captured a large group of Highland Barbarians."

"I heard that Highland Barbarians are extremely powerful in combat. At the same level, only Humans who have awakened their Bloodline Power can fight them. They perfectly fit your requirements."

Then, he hesitated slightly.

"However, those barbarians are untamed and stubborn as rocks, difficult to subdue. I heard that hundreds of them died or were injured resisting the City Lord's Gold Knights after their capture."

Loren's eyes lit up.

Barbarians were a race that lived in cold, mountainous regions. They were burly and strong, capable of fighting tigers and leopards naked in the snow. They were savage and ferocious.

They viewed death as their destination, loved to fight, worshipped the strong, and possessed extremely formidable combat power.

They were natural Warrior-class soldiers.

They perfectly fit his requirements.

"Let's go, take me to see them."

Seeing Loren's excited expression, Robert smiled and nodded, immediately turning to lead the way.

Fiana, who had been silent, followed closely behind Loren with sharp eyes, constantly scanning their surroundings to guard against any danger.

However, with their attire, no one dared to approach them too closely.

About ten minutes later, after passing through the crowded throng, Robert stopped in the central area.

Before them stood a separate five-story giant stone building – the largest merchant association in the slave market, the Black Feather Merchant Association.

It was said that the Black Feather Merchant Association was named by the first City Lord of Decker City after his mount – a black griffin.

With the backing of Decker City, the Black Feather Merchant Association had long since become the largest merchant association in the North.

Their trade ranged from slaves to silk and cloth, from grain to salt and steel. The Black Feather Merchant Association's influence could be seen in almost every industry.

At the entrance of the Black Feather Merchant Association, Loren saw many young nobles dressed in noble robes like himself, gathered in small groups, chatting.

Among the staff at the entrance responsible for reception, a portly steward, upon seeing Loren's distinguished demeanor, immediately stepped forward enthusiastically.

Catching a glimpse of the noble crest on his chest, he paused slightly. This noble crest looks so familiar??

"Respected noble sir, welcome to the Black Feather Merchant Association. May I humbly request you to tell us your needs, and we will immediately arrange for someone to prepare them for you."

Robert, witnessing this scene, was filled with envy. In the past, when he came to the Black Feather Merchant Association, let alone being received so respectfully, it was a great thing if the guards even bothered to look at him properly.

In contrast, Robert felt the comfort of having a patron for the first time.

He instinctively straightened his chest, a proud expression on his face.

Loren, however, was already accustomed to this and didn't react at all.

"I heard the City Lord's Gold Knights captured a group of Highland Barbarians. Coincidentally, my territory needs a batch of slaves."

The stout, middle-aged butler in the tailcoat paused slightly upon hearing this, his expression turning a bit odd.

"Sir, those barbarians are still being held. I can take you to see them immediately if you wish."

What Loren didn't know was that dozens of nobles had already approached before him, wanting to purchase the barbarians.

The reason the Black Feather Merchant Association hadn't sold the barbarians yet was their extreme stubbornness; they were impossible to tame, as hard and unpleasant as rocks.

Furthermore, they showed no fear of death. Two-thirds of the captured barbarians had already been killed, yet they still refused to submit.

However, it was precisely this stubbornness and fearlessness that attracted many nobles, who wished to tame these savages.

But the results were astonishing, with every noble who came returning defeated, without exception.

This directly boosted the barbarians' prestige. Even the younger generation of nobles were secretly competing, wanting to tame the barbarians that others couldn't, thereby showcasing their own strength.

And today, there was a competition among the younger nobles. The butler subconsciously assumed Loren was one of them.

Although he still wore a smile, he inwardly looked down on Loren a bit. Another noble brat who doesn't know his place.

Those were barbarians, powerful, fierce warriors who feared no death!

Even the City Lord's Gold Knights couldn't make them submit, so what made him think he could?

Loren was unaware of these messy affairs. His sources of information were pitifully scarce. Anor was just a low-level Thief, how would he know so much about the nobles?

The group followed the stout butler into the Black Feather Merchant Association.

After a series of twists and turns, Loren and the others were led to a spacious open-air area.

There weren't many guests here, only some staff members in uniform bustling about.

Hundreds of iron cages were neatly arranged around the perimeter, forged from steel as thick as a wrist. It was likely only a dragon could break free with brute force.

The number of cages holding slaves wasn't large, but they contained extremely ferocious races.

In the central area, dozens of richly dressed young nobles were excitedly watching the slaves in the cages.

"Are these the barbarians captured from Lone Mountain?"

"What strong bodies! The City Lord's Gold Knights probably aren't this strong!"

"Look, that barbarian chief is at least two meters tall, like a bull!!"

"I heard even that guy Acton is planning to make a move today??"

"Acton is a Gold Beginner Warrior, tsk tsk tsk. I wonder if he can tame these stubborn guys today."

Under the butler's guidance, Loren joined the other nobles in front of the cages. He became a little interested upon hearing the surrounding discussions and looked inside.

The group of barbarians sitting silently on the ground caught his eye.

Strong, extremely strong – that was his most direct impression of the barbarians.

They wore clothes sewn from animal hides, and their clearly defined muscles bulged beneath the fabric.

The muscles exposed to the air were filled with explosive power, and numerous scars, large and small, were clearly visible on them.

Their sharp eyes were like those of wolves on the hunt, ready to tear enemies to shreds at any moment.

Based on two barbarians leaning against the cages, their heights were generally above 1.9 meters.

The strongest even exceeded two meters.

Loren, with a touch of curiosity, used his Eye of Truth to examine them.

Barbarian
Level: Bronze Advanced
Bloodline: Highland Barbarian Bloodline (Unawakened)
Loyalty: -50 (Extremely hostile, would tear you apart without hesitation if possible)
Bond: Surge of Strength. Automatically activates when Barbarian count reaches 100. Strength increases by 10%, morale never crumbles.
Evaluation: Natural-born warriors, worship strength.

Loren's eyes lit up.

The barbarian's stats were a bit peculiar. Not only was the evaluation "natural-born warriors," but there was also a special attribute – Bond.

Reaching a count of over 100 would grant two traits.

They were practically perfect for becoming an army.

However, this -50 loyalty wouldn't be easy to eliminate.

Just as Loren hesitated, a system prompt suddenly sounded.

"Ding~ Quest Triggered: Conquer the Impossible. Defeat the Highland Barbarian Chief – Gold Beginner Warrior, Yas Frost (Bloodline Power Unawakened) – with your own strength. Quest Reward: Gain the Barbarians' allegiance."

Loren's eyes lit up. Another quest triggered?

But upon seeing the quest details, his brow furrowed.

Defeating a Gold Beginner, that's a bit interesting.

This extraordinarily difficult mission gradually excited him.

Combat, combat!!

His bloodline began to flow, the battle intent within his Archdemon Bloodline stirring restlessly.

After awakening dual bloodlines, his combat power had increased to an exaggerated degree, but he had never been able to accurately assess just how much it had improved.

At this moment, that whetstone had finally appeared.

A Gold Grade barbarian was qualified to be his opponent.

A wild grin curved Loren's lips as he looked at the fat steward beside him.

"How many of these barbarians are left?"

"My lord, there are 120 remaining."

"I'll take them all."

Take them all?

The middle-aged man should have been happy, but his expression was odd. "If you purchase all of them, it will cost 15 million Puke."

Robert, standing nearby, widened his eyes. "15 million? Aren't Bronze Grade slaves 50,000 each?"

"Those are ordinary slaves. Barbarians are physically strong, and their combat power is far higher than ordinary people. They're 100,000 Puke each.

And their chief is Gold Grade."

Loren waved his hand, interrupting Robert, who was about to haggle further. "I'll take them all."

The fat steward chuckled bitterly. "My lord, those barbarians are extremely stubborn and refuse to submit.

Several noble lords who purchased barbarians before encountered rebellions. These guys would immediately attack outsiders the moment they stepped out of their cages.

There were originally close to 400 barbarians, but now only 120 remain. The others were all killed during their resistance."

Far from being intimidated, the battle intent in Loren's eyes grew even more intense.

Demons craved battle, craved slaughter.

The young nobles beside them couldn't help but find Loren's words amusing.

The blond noble, who was about twenty years old and at the center of the group, looked Loren up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You must have just arrived in Decker City, right?

These barbarians are incredibly stubborn. Only by completely conquering them with force can you possibly make them submit.

If this problem could be solved with money, we wouldn't have been gathered here for so long."

After speaking, he sized Loren up and shook his head.

"You're only Silver Grade, so you should forget about it."

"Outsider noble, the barbarians are not something you can meddle with. Give up."

If Loren had been an ignorant adventurer, they wouldn't have paid him any mind, merely watching with amusement as he went to his death.

However, his noble robes gave these young nobles a sliver of recognition; at least they were of the same kind.

Loren's lips curved slightly.

"Is conquering barbarians that difficult?"

His calm yet domineering words instantly silenced the air, and everyone turned their heads in unison.

In an instant, Loren became the focus of the crowd.

However, most people's attitude towards his words was one of utter disdain.

The curly-haired noble beside the blond noble was even more contemptuous.

"Heh, this is the most boring joke I've heard all day."

"A brat whose strength is only Silver Beginner dares to say such a thing?"

"Even Gold Grade powerhouses wouldn't dare to be this arrogant. What makes you think you can?"

The curly-haired noble's string of scornful remarks completely ignited the crowd's discussion.

Everyone now glared at Loren. A Silver Grade wanting to conquer barbarians that even the Gold Knights couldn't subdue? What a joke! They, who were so heroic and extraordinary, hadn't succeeded, so what was this guy?!

After the crowd had universally mocked Loren, the curly-haired noble looked at the blond noble and said with a grin.

"Goddess above, I bet if this guy can conquer the barbarians, I'll eat my own socks!

Hahahaha, believing this outsider can conquer the barbarians is less likely than believing I can conquer a dragon!!"