Promotion - Barbarian Berserker

Seeing the system prompt, Loren's eyes immediately lit up.

A Kobold Bloodline Mage as a quest reward?

Spellcasters were extremely rare existences on the Nol Main Plane. They controlled the power of the elements, and powerful spellcasters could even play a strategic role in turning the tide of battle.

They were practically invincible.

Decker City, the largest city in the northern region, probably didn't have more than a hundred spellcasters.

The system's reward put Loren in high spirits, eager to try it out.

In the current situation, even if he didn't attack the Kobolds, they would eventually attack the caravan once they gathered in sufficient numbers.

A caravan full of supplies was a significant temptation.

Loren's sharp gaze carefully surveyed his surroundings, pondering in silence.

When the caravan reached a relatively flat grassy area, he made up his mind and waved for the caravan to stop.

He got off the carriage with his legs feeling weak and gathered all the Barbarians in front of him.

Yaz Frost. That was the Barbarian Chieftain's name, though Loren always felt the guy should be called a "Rhino" or "Elephant" given how astonishingly strong his physique was.

Even if the other party wasn't Gold Grade, Loren felt this guy could punch a wild bull to death.

Before Loren could even give an order, the Barbarian Chieftain, as stout as a bull calf, proactively requested to fight.

"Lord Loren, those lowly Kobolds are pathetic except for their numbers. If you just give the word, I will lead the Frost Tribe to crush them!!"

Yaz's voice rumbled like muffled thunder, and a cold killing intent flickered in his amber eyes.

As Barbarians living in the high mountain snowlands, their innate combat nature had long since seeped into their bones.

A bunch of weak, insignificant Kobolds dared to provoke them?

They were asking for death!

Loren nodded, "No need to rush. They're just a bunch of Kobolds; dealing with them will be a piece of cake."

He then swept his gaze over the group of burly men, their bodies as strong as bull calves straining their armor.

"I've gathered you here to let everyone re-class."

Re-class?

Yaz was taken aback, somewhat confused.

"Lord Loren, doesn't re-classing require training? Do we have time for training now?"

Only Fiana's eyes flickered strangely upon hearing this.

She had witnessed how Loren had helped Anor, that Bronze-class Thief, re-class.

She felt a bit odd, wondering if the Rare Professions he controlled were more than just Thief.

Loren's expression turned solemn.

"When I awakened my Bloodline Power, I awakened an unprecedented special talent. I can bestow Rare Professions upon you through my Bloodline Power. Furthermore, after receiving my gift, you will also gain an unprecedented talent—Eternal Slaughter. As long as you kill enemies, you can continuously grow stronger!"

These subordinates were living people, not puppets. The system's monster-killing and leveling function had already been tested on Anor, the Thief.

Once the Barbarians started fighting, Loren knew they would notice something was different even if he didn't say anything.

So, he decided to be upfront about it, subtly twisting the concept to make it seem like his own talent. This way, he could channel their monster-killing and leveling ability into worship for him.

After all, talents were undeniable; you either had them or you didn't.

Without waiting for the Barbarians, who were stunned by his words, to ask further questions, he silently opened the territory panel and found the status bar for the Highland Barbarians.

"Highland Barbarian (120) - Available Re-class Directions: 1. Wolf Rider (C-class) (Requires taming wild wolves) Advanced Unit: Blood Wolf Rider (B-class), Ultimate Unit: Bloodthirsty Wolf Rider (A-class). 2. Barbarian Berserker (C-class), Advanced Unit: Barbarian Storm Warrior (B-class), Ultimate Unit: Barbarian War God (A-class)."

After subduing the Barbarians, the system provided two complete sets of Rare Professions. Each one was formidable.

He was very tempted by the Wolf Riders. Cavalry, the kings of the land, were undoubtedly powerful, and the advanced units possessed infinite potential.

However, the problem was that to re-class into Wolf Riders, one first needed to tame wild wolves. He had originally planned to deal with the Barbarian re-classing after returning to Gray Eagle Territory.

But now, plans had to change; he needed to increase the Barbarians' strength immediately. Otherwise, as the Kobolds continued to gather, he would suffer greatly.

Although the caravan had Fiana to guard it, even an ant could bite an elephant to death. If they fought head-on, a Platinum-grade expert could remain unharmed, but the Barbarians, who were only Bronze-grade, would likely suffer significant losses.

He couldn't accept such heavy casualties among these potentially limitless troops before they had even grown, as such sacrifices would be meaningless.

Moreover, Barbarian Berserkers are absolutely not weak; they just lack the mobility of Wolf Riders.

"Everyone kneel before me! Now, I will bestow upon you unprecedented power!"

After being conquered by Loren's absolute dominance, the Barbarians' general loyalty reached over 70, and they executed orders very decisively.

Under the lead of the Barbarian Chieftain Yas, they all knelt in unison, their eyes burning as they gazed at their new king.

Seeing this, Loren's silver-white Bloodline Power surged, as if he were covered in blazing flames, making him appear even more heroic.

With a thought, he chose to have all Barbarians re-class into Barbarian Berserkers.

"Ding~ Do you want to re-class Highland Barbarians (120) into Barbarian Berserkers?"

"Confirm."

"Re-classing initiated."

At that instant, all the Barbarians felt a tremor in their hearts, followed by a flood of information pouring into their minds: how to fight, how to dodge, how to coordinate with teammates.

Simultaneously, a powerful force began to awaken slowly within their bloodlines, and a skill called 'Berserk' entered their minds.

Legend has it that Kobolds possess a faint trace of dragon bloodline, with only an extremely small chance of awakening it.

However, once awakened, they can gain the magical inheritance within their bloodline and become powerful Bloodline Mages.

And Xim Claw was that lucky one—on a night filled with intertwined lightning, he received an extremely precious magical inheritance.

After becoming a Bloodline Mage, the first thing he did was kill the chieftain of the Claw Tribe with explosive fireballs.

And he became the new chieftain—the great Chieftain Xim.

Praise the Goddess.

He liked that title.

Although he only gained two bloodline spells, he was still invincible within the Claw Tribe because he controlled the power of a god.

Yes, Kobolds believed that magic was the power of gods.

With his awakened spells, Xim Claw led the Claw Tribe to conquer four or five surrounding Kobold tribes, growing their numbers from dozens to nearly six hundred.

They became the largest tribe in the vicinity.

But just then, Xim heard news that excited him: a human caravan laden with food and treasure was passing through his territory.

How could the immensely proud, great Chieftain Xim let such a plump lamb pass by?

He was a Kobold who aimed to become the strongest Spellcaster in the Endless Wasteland; he even dreamed of establishing a Kobold nation.

Perhaps then, he could be called His Majesty Xim, the great His Majesty Xim!

Now, he would begin his path of conquest with these lowly Humans.

Praise the God of Magic!

"Great Chieftain Xim, those foolish Humans have stopped. They are kneeling to that Human Noble, seemingly plotting something..."

At this moment, a Kobold carrying a wooden stick cautiously approached and reported to Xim Claw, who had his head held high, lost in future fantasies.

Xim Claw wore a black cloak snatched from another Kobold's lair. The wind blew, making the cloak flutter. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he appeared incredibly flamboyant.

Of course, Xim preferred to call it—regal bearing; he was very satisfied with it.

"Aren't they planning to pass through the valley ahead? What do these foolish Humans intend to do?"

He had originally planned to use his numerical advantage to surround and attack the Human caravan within the valley, but now the situation seemed to have changed.

The Kobold warrior who came to report immediately put on a fawning smile.

"Great Chieftain Xim, perhaps we don't need to go to such lengths. As long as you reveal the power of a god, no one can withstand your might. All enemies will be incinerated under the flames!!"

Xim nodded with satisfaction.

"Indeed, the great Kobolds are favored by the gods. We are the masters of this land!!"

"Since these foolish Humans are not going through the valley, gather everyone and kill them on this grassland!!"

With a wave of his hand, the Kobolds beside him immediately blew the tusk horns in their hands.

The extremely strange sound of the horns caused the Kobolds hiding in the waist-high grass around them to start yelling, their throats emitting low growls, like beasts roaring before a hunt.

They would tear apart those damned Humans! Plunder their wealth, seize their women, and claim everything as their own!!