Postwar Loose Ends

As the Seven Families' Immortal Village Walkers were handed over to the Goblin Legion, the resistance forces of the Immortal Village World were thoroughly crushed. And because of the White Wolf God's appearance, the werewolves showed little resistance to being conquered.

After all, the reinforcements had been invited by their own Boss. If their Boss said nothing, what could insignificant grunts like them possibly say?

Moreover, after Richard's arrival, the ordinary werewolves' standard of living rose dramatically. Although the goblins' industrial system had yet to fully spread across the Immortal Village World, Richard could still ensure the werewolves had ample food and clothing through the Sacred Tree Elves.

The Sacred Tree Elves' plant-catalyzing talent was comparable to Alchemy Potions when it came to agricultural production. Under their catalysis, the werewolves' staple food—a tuber crop resembling potatoes—could ripen once every three days. The hemp grass they used for weaving could grow from seed to maturity in a single day.

The werewolves were not fools. Though the one ruling over them had changed, and those ugly green-skinned freaks often appeared in their lives, this life was already paradise in the eyes of ordinary werewolves compared to being too hungry to stand, having only one set of presentable clothes per family, and being tormented by the lords and young masters of the noble families every so often.

Without the support of those vast numbers of lowborn werewolves, the remaining werewolf resistance naturally lost the capital needed for guerrilla warfare and was swiftly uprooted by the Goblin Legion.

In the sixth month after the war began, the last werewolf resistance force was eliminated, and the war of conquest in the Immortal Village World officially came to an end.

"So, this is the new offspring you created?"

Richard looked at the Black Crystal Bug