Tiered Unit - Storm Warrior

Wuwuwu~

The Kobold horns wailed like dying wild dogs, sending shivers down one's spine.

Loren retracted his Bloodline Power and immediately had the coachman arrange the twenty-odd carriages into a semicircle.

The Barbarians still undergoing their class change were positioned at the opening of the semicircle, while the Human slaves brought by the Jasmine Flower Merchant Guild huddled inside.

This way, they only needed to defend the front, with a small contingent watching the rear to protect them.

These slaves were his personal property, worth millions.

The long roars from the Kobolds sent waves of panic through the crowd, especially the women, who began screaming loudly, making the scene quite chaotic.

"Shut up! Everyone be quiet!"

The indifferent voice made the panicked crowd freeze as if a pause button had been pressed, their eyes turning towards Loren with fear.

Loren wasn't in the mood to comfort these people. He looked at Fiana, who was closely guarding his side.

"There's a Bloodline Mage among those Kobolds. You should conceal your aura first. Once they appear, capture him directly."

Loren wasn't worried about ordinary Kobolds. Compared to Barbarians, Kobolds, known for their timidity, were pitifully weak.

Only the Spellcaster made him vigilant.

On the battlefield, mages were the primary targets; they couldn't be allowed to unleash their power unchecked.

A Silver Grade Spellcaster could potentially have a greater impact at a critical moment than a Platinum expert.

Those who controlled elemental forces were not to be underestimated.

Fiana had suffered significant losses against Spellcasters during a past battle with Lizardmen and was extremely wary of them.

However, her concern wasn't about that. She looked hesitantly at Loren, whose face was pale and body seemed as if it could be blown over by the wind.

"Your safety."

"It's fine. As long as you can capture that Bloodline Mage, this battle will be over."

Loren looked at the Barbarians about to awaken before him, his confidence soaring.

"Ding~ Barbarian Berserker class change successful."

"Ding~ Yass Frost has reached Gold Grade. During the class change, he gained further insights and was promoted to Barbarian Storm Warrior."

Swish~

The moment the system notifications sounded, all 120 Barbarians on the ground opened their eyes.

These fellows, strong as oxen, suddenly felt their auras surge, like a violent tsunami churning up thousands of waves.

Their eyes burned like embers, filled with terrifying heat and explosiveness.

Loren laughed heartily.

His gaze fell upon Yass, the Barbarian Chieftain, whose aura was the strongest.

Yass Frost

Level: Gold beginner

Bloodline: Barbarian Bloodline (Unawakened)

Loyalty: 90

Class: Barbarian Storm Warrior (B-class), Class Skill - Rage Berserk (B-class). When Berserk, the angrier he gets, the stronger his combat power and recovery ability become.

Bond: Barbarian Might. Automatically activated when Barbarian numbers exceed 100. Strength increases by 10%, morale never collapses.

Evaluation: A born warrior with immense potential.

"Gold Grade can be promoted to Storm Warrior? Does this mean that as long as Barbarians reach Gold Grade, they automatically become second-tier troops?"

"The class skill gained after promotion, Rage Berserk, makes him stronger the angrier he gets. This skill's characteristics are eerily similar to the Hulk from Earth."

Loren was extremely satisfied after reviewing Yass's attributes. This fellow had achieved an improvement beyond imagination.

"Lord Loren, I feel so strong, so, so strong!!"

After standing up, Yass's face, with its ferocious cross-shaped scars, was filled with excitement.

Then, in his excitement, he knelt on one knee before Loren again.

"Thank you for your gift, my great master."

Strength was the capital for survival in the wilderness.

Loren had bestowed upon him great power. For Barbarians who revered strength above all else, this favor was greater than the heavens.

The other awakened Barbarians also knelt and paid their respects with excited hearts.

"Thank you for your gift, Lord Loren!"

Loren surveyed them. Most of these Barbarians' loyalty had risen above 80 points, with two even reaching 90 points like Yass.

This showed the incredible impact of this class change on the Barbarians.

Barbarian

Level: Bronze High-grade

Bloodline: Highland Barbarian Bloodline (Unawakened)

Loyalty: 80

Class: Barbarian Berserker (C-class), Class Skill--Berserk (C+-class) Activates the power within the body, greatly increasing strength and recovery. After Berserk fades, a day of weakness will follow.

Bond: Barbarian Might, activated when Barbarian numbers exceed 100, Strength +10%, Morale never breaks.

Evaluation: A natural-born Warrior, worships the strong.

The Berserk gained by ordinary Barbarian Berserkers is not as potent as the Raging Berserk of Storm Warriors, but this skill, combined with the Barbarian's physique, unleashes absolutely dominant power.

*Whimper~*

Just then, a chilling, eerie horn sound from the grass, accompanied by the low growls of a pack of beasts, echoed again.

Those Kobolds could no longer suppress their inner anxiety and greed; they were ready to make their move.

Even though Loren was completely exhausted, the fighting spirit in his chest surged with every passing moment.

Demons were never a race that favored peace.

Slaughter is eternal.

"Prepare to engage!"

A command filled with killing intent instantly changed the atmosphere on the field.

*Swish~*

These Barbarians, completely conquered by Loren, immediately raised their short-handled great axes, their gazes fixed on the constantly rustling withered yellow grass around the caravan, their faces showing ferocious killing intent.

A group of Kobolds dared to challenge the great Barbarians!

They are truly seeking death!

Accompanied by rustling sounds and the low roars of beasts, after a few breaths, the grass was pushed aside.

"Kill!!"

A large group of roaring Kobolds surged forth.

The bipedal Kobolds stood about 1.7 meters tall, with thick legs and the heads of hyenas, their mouths agape, saliva dripping from their corners.

Their sharp teeth and claws were as sharp as razors, capable of crushing Warrior armor.

Their dense numbers formed a tide, their eyes filled with savagery and greed that chilled the bone.

Though the Kobolds with their fangs and claws looked terrifying, facing them were even more powerful Barbarians!

The Barbarians, clad in armor and wielding great axes, stood at an average height of 1.9 meters, stout as bull calves. Standing still, over a hundred of them were like an unbreachable fortress wall.

Even a storm of a thousand blades could not break through.

The Kobolds' morale was high, showing no fear in the face of the formidable Barbarians. They bared their tusk-filled mouths, their gazes fierce and greedy as they charged towards the caravan.

The will of the gods favors them!

The great Chieftain Xim will lead them to kill these foolish Humans!

Long live the Kobolds!!

Kobold

Level: Bronze Intermediate

Bloodline: Kobold Bloodline (Unawakened)

Loyalty: -100 (They will tear you to shreds without hesitation!)

Bond: Numbers Advantage, Morale gains a boost when enemy numbers are more than double.

Description: Common life forms in the Endless Wasteland, they like to bully the weak with numbers.

After Loren examined the Kobolds' stats, his expression was astonished.

No wonder the Kobolds, notoriously timid in the Endless Wasteland, were so ferocious. This Numbers Advantage bond was simply incredible.

Within a dozen breaths, four to five hundred snarling Kobolds poured out from the grass.

Their numbers, several times greater than their opponents, let out low, muffled roars that sent shivers down one's spine.

Loren's gaze quickly swept over the charging Kobolds, searching for the Bloodline Mage.

But unexpectedly, though the situation seemed to favor them, the Kobold spellcaster had not appeared.

Loren raised an eyebrow, killing intent radiating from his eyes.

"All listen to my command!

The 20 Barbarian guards behind Yas will protect the caravan. The rest will immediately launch an attack!!

Yas, cut through them!"

His forceful tone excited the Barbarians.

Combat was an instinct etched into their bloodline.

Barbarians never back down!!

Chieftain Yas of the Barbarians roared and led the charge!

His body, as robust as an ox, suddenly charged towards the Kobolds dozens of meters ahead.

His ferocious posture was like a mad bull.

Behind him, over a hundred Barbarian Berserkers followed their chieftain, roaring as they charged forward.

Bang~ Bang~ Bang~

The charge of the Berserkers made the very earth tremble.

Loren's first war in this world had begun.