Return to Gray Eagle Territory

"Bloodline Mages inherit their spells from their bloodline. Some mages do indeed gain more spells from their bloodline as they level up or over time."

"This Kobold Spellcaster can cast a Rank 3 spell. Its talent is quite good, and it has some value."

Fiana's cool voice sounded like heavenly music to Sim Claw, filling him with gratitude.

He then looked pleadingly at Loren, afraid the Tyrant would say something about executing him immediately.

Loren's expression was indifferent, but he found it amusing.

All races had their weaknesses, and the Kobolds' weakness was that they were never a race with strong willpower.

Barbarians could face death without fear, refusing to yield even in death.

But to Kobolds, death was an unacceptable nightmare.

Therefore, the strategy for dealing with Kobolds naturally didn't need to be as complicated as for Barbarians.

One played the good cop, the other the bad cop; they had completely broken this guy's will.

Not to mention the system's power was mixed in.

"Sim Claw, how many spells do you know now? How many times can you cast them?"

"My lord, two!

One Rank 2 spell—Great Fireball, And one Rank 3 spell—Bloodthirsty Wonder Technique.

I can cast Great Fireball three times and Bloodthirsty Wonder Technique once."

"Are you sure there are still spells in your bloodline that you haven't acquired?"

The faint tone put immense pressure on Sim, but he also sensed a softening in Loren's tone and quickly replied.

"Yes, my great lord, I can feel that there is still power yet to awaken. I will definitely awaken new spells!

I am willing to serve you with my soul and become your most capable subordinate!!"

Loren glanced at him.

"You're a smart one. I'll give you a chance. Now, make all the captured Kobolds kneel and pledge loyalty to me. Prove your ability and value to me.

Gray Eagle Territory never needs useless people. The weak are not qualified to be my subordinates."

Sim Claw had a special bond—Kobold Bloodline Mage. When the number of Kobolds around him exceeded 100, his magic recovery speed increased by 30%, and spell power increased by 20%.

This bond could only be activated by cooperating with Kobolds.

Furthermore, Gray Eagle Territory was still in ruins, requiring a large workforce.

So he planned to subdue these Kobolds and make them dedicate everything to Gray Eagle Territory.

Captives taken in war were much more satisfying than those bought with money. At least no money was spent, and their deaths wouldn't be a cause for heartache.

Sim, thinking he had earned his life through his own efforts, was quite excited.

"My lord, I will!

These damned mongrels, only by submitting to you will they find their true belonging! You, the great one, should have ruled the Claw Tribe long ago!

Anyone who dares to disobey, I will immediately let them taste the power of magic!"

Sim Claw gritted his teeth and roared repeatedly.

In his eyes, he had obtained god-given power and had already become a high-ranking Kobold, unlike those lowly Kobolds!

So he cursed with great satisfaction.

Loren's mouth twitched as he listened. This idiot was truly something else.

He said irritably, "I'll give you ten minutes. If you can't prove your worth, I'll have you hanged from a tree branch."

Without further ado, he turned and returned to the carriage.

Only the Barbarian Chieftain Yas and a group of 1.9-meter-tall Barbarians with unfriendly expressions remained, coldly watching Sim.

Sim was almost scared to death.

If he made any move to resist, these damned Barbarians would probably tear him to shreds the next second.

It was only now that he realized that being by the Tyrant's side was the safest place.

He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, trembling as he stepped forward and began to berate the Kobolds tied up with ropes.

In the carriage.

Fiana looked at the handsome young man before her, whose circumstances had changed drastically, with a complex expression.

She asked the question that weighed most heavily on her mind.

"Loren, why have you changed so much recently?"

Loren withdrew his gaze from the carriage window, turned to the girl beside him, and smiled faintly.

"Because of you."

Fiana's heart skipped a beat, her face instantly flushing crimson.

She felt both ashamed and annoyed. This scoundrel!! How dare he say such things to her!!

Just as she was about to get angry, Loren's next words were spoken softly.

"Because after you brought those 500,000 Puck into the room, I recognized myself, rediscovered the pride of a descendant of the Orchid Family, and started trying to look at problems from a different perspective and with a different mindset.

So far, it's been somewhat successful."

He even winked at her after finishing.

Why are you gasping for air??

After her chest rose and fell several times, Fiana still hadn't recovered. She let out a cold snort and turned her head to look out the carriage window, no longer wanting to see this increasingly detestable guy.

Loren chuckled and said nothing more. His gaze continued to pass through the glass window, secretly observing Sim·Claw's actions.

With Yas, the Barbarian Chieftain, around, he wasn't worried about the other party escaping.

He didn't know what Sim·Claw said to those Kobolds, but soon, one by one, the Kobolds stood up tremblingly. Under his leadership, a vast horde came to Loren's carriage and knelt down.

"Great Lord, Sim·Claw of the Claw Tribe, leading all the Kobolds, surrenders to you. We request to join the Gray Eagle Territory and become your most loyal servants."

Yas, the Barbarian Chieftain, who was sturdier than a calf, looked at the spineless Kobolds and disdainfully curled his lips.

In his opinion, except for this Spellcaster who could be kept, all the other Kobolds should be hanged.

Barbarians disdained associating with weaklings.

"Ding~ Kobold Chieftain--Sim·Claw leading the Claw Tribe to defect to you, do you accept?"

Loren heard the system prompt and chose to accept, but he didn't even get out of the carriage.

His gaze passed through the transparent glass window, looking down at the crowd.

"Yas, divide the Barbarians and Kobolds into ten groups equally. One group of Barbarians will manage one group of Kobolds, and the Kobold mages will be personally supervised by you.

Once the teams are organized, depart immediately and return to the territory."

"Sim·Claw, manage these Kobolds well.

If there is any unrest among the Kobolds, I will hold you directly responsible. Do not disappoint me."

Hearing Loren's words, Sim immediately showed a look of ecstatic joy. His life was finally saved.

"Thank you for your mercy, great master!!"

After standing up, he looked at the dispirited Kobolds with ill intent.

"You lowly fools!! Anyone who dares to defy the Lord, I will personally kill him with magic!"

The remaining Kobolds let out a wail and dared not retort.

Sim was the spokesperson for the gods, and his status in the Claw Tribe was comparable to that of a deity. Who would dare to resist?

After the Kobolds were dispersed and guarded by the Barbarians, it was destined that they could not cause any trouble.

The team soon set off again.

The more than thirty severely wounded Barbarians were carried along with the Human slaves in carriages. Those that couldn't fit were placed on makeshift stretchers for the Kobolds to carry.

It was worth mentioning that after subjugating the Kobolds, not only did it not slow down the caravan's progress, but these creatures with their keen noses could also smell enemies, avoiding many troubles in advance and greatly increasing the caravan's speed.

The evening of the fourth day after leaving Decker City.

April 11th.

Loren finally led the caravan back to the Gray Eagle Territory.

This territory, which belonged entirely to him.

Looking at the city walls in the distance, a hint of emotion that outsiders could hardly understand appeared in Loren's dark, deep eyes.

This would be the starting point of everything.

The future would bloom here.