26: Chapter 26 Promotion—Barbarian Berserker

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

Quest reward... Kobold Bloodline Mage?

Spellcasters are extremely rare existences on the Nuoer Main Plane. They control the power of elements, and powerful Spellcasters can even play a strategic role in turning the tide of battle.

It could be called overbearing.

The number of Spellcasters in the largest city in the North—Decker City—is likely no more than one hundred.

The system's reward made Loren's mood soar, and he was eager to try.

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

A caravan loaded with supplies—this temptation was not small.

Loren's sharp eyes carefully scanned everything around him, and he began to ponder secretly.

When the caravan reached a relatively flat grassland, he made a decision and waved his hand to stop the caravan.

Dragging his weak legs, he got off the carriage and gathered all the Barbarians in front of him.

Yas Frost is the name of the Barbarian Chieftain Yas, but Loren always thought this guy should be called Bull or Giant Elephant; his physique was truly staggering.

Even if the other party wasn't Gold Rank, Loren felt this guy could kill a wild bull with one punch.

Before Loren could issue an order, this Barbarian Chieftain Yas, sturdy as a calf, took the initiative to request battle.

"Lord Loren, those lowly Kobolds are pitifully weak, relying only on their numbers. You only need to issue the order, and I will lead the Frost Tribe to trample them!!"

Barbarian Chieftain Yas's voice was as deep as muffled thunder, and cold killing intent flickered in his amber eyes.

As Barbarians living in the high mountain ice and snow regions, the instinct for battle had long since seeped into their bones.

A group of weak and unbearable Kobolds dared to provoke them??

Courting death!

Loren nodded, "No need to rush, it's just a group of Kobolds; dealing with them is easy."

After speaking, he scanned the group of burly men, whose bodies, sturdy as calves, stretched their armor high.

"I gathered you all here to change classes for everyone."

Change classes? Barbarian Chieftain Yas was stunned, somewhat confused.

"Lord Loren, doesn't changing classes require training? Do we still have time for training now?"

Only Fiana had a strange look in her eyes when she heard this.

She had seen how Loren changed the class for that Bronze Thief, Arnold.

She felt a bit strange inside; could it be that the Rare Class he controlled was not limited to just Thief?

Loren's expression was solemn.

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

These subordinates were living people, not puppets; the effect of the system's monster-killing upgrade function had already been verified on the Thief, Arnold.

After the Barbarians fought, even if Loren didn't say anything, they would notice something wrong with themselves.

So he simply clarified the matter, taking the opportunity to swap concepts and turn it into his own talent, making them convert the characteristic of being able to level up by killing monsters into worship for him.

After all, things like talents don't need to make sense; if you have it, you have it; if you don't, you don't.

After speaking, without waiting for the Barbarians, who were stunned by these words, to ask again, he silently opened the territory panel in his heart and found the status bar for Mountain Barbarians.

"Mountain Barbarian (120) — — Available class change paths: 1. Wolf Rider (C Rank) (requires taming wild wolves), Advanced unit: Blood Wolf Rider (B Rank), Ultimate unit: Bloodthirsty Wolf Rider (A Rank). 2. Barbarian Berserker (C Rank), Advanced unit: Barbarian Storm Warrior (B Rank), Ultimate unit: Barbarian War God (A Rank)."

After subduing the Barbarians, the system provided two systematic Rare Classes.

Each one could be called powerful.

He coveted the Wolf Rider very much; as the king of land warfare, the strength of cavalry is unquestionable, and the advanced units also possess infinite potential.

But the problem is, to change class to Wolf Rider, one must first tame wild wolves. Originally, he planned to wait until returning to the Grey Eagle Territory to plan the Barbarian class change.

But now plans couldn't keep up with changes; he had to improve the Barbarians' strength.

Otherwise, if he waited until those Kobolds gathered in greater numbers, he would definitely suffer a huge loss.

Although the caravan had Fiana guarding it, many ants can bite an elephant to death.

If they clashed head-on, the Platinum Rank powerhouse could remain unscathed, but the Barbarians, who were only Bronze Rank, would likely suffer significant losses.

He could not accept this army with infinite potential suffering heavy casualties before they had grown up; such sacrifices had no meaning.

Moreover, the Barbarian Berserker is definitely not weak, it just lacks the mobility of the Wolf Rider.

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

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

Under the leadership of Barbarian Chieftain Yas, they all knelt on the ground, looking at their new king with burning eyes.

Seeing this, Loren's silver-white Bloodline Power rose sharply, and his body seemed to be covered in raging flames, making him look even more heroic.

With a thought, he chose to change all Barbarians to Barbarian Berserker.

"Ding~ Do you want to change the class of Mountain Barbarian (120) to Barbarian Berserker?"

"Confirm."

"Class change started..."

At this instant, all the Barbarians felt a shock in their hearts, and then a large amount of information flooded into their minds—how to fight, how to dodge, how to cooperate with teammates...

At the same time, a powerful force was slowly awakening in their bloodlines, and a skill called Berserk appeared in their minds.

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

But once awakened, they can obtain the spell inheritance within the bloodline and become a powerful Bloodline Mage.

And Sim Claw was this lucky one—on a night intertwined with thunder and lightning, he obtained a precious spell inheritance.

After becoming a Bloodline Mage, the first thing he did was use a bursting fireball to kill the chief of the Claw Tribe.

And he, then became the new chief — — the great Chief Sim.

Praise the Goddess.

He liked this title.

Although he only obtained two bloodline spells, within the Claw Tribe, he was still invincible because he controlled the power of the gods.

Yes, Kobolds believe that magic is the power of the gods.

Relying on the awakened spells, Sim Claw led the Claw Tribe to conquer four or five surrounding Kobold tribes, and the number of people grew from dozens to nearly six hundred.

It became the largest tribe in the nearby area.

But just at this time, Sim heard a piece of news that excited him... a human caravan loaded with food and treasure was passing through his territory.

How could the proud and satisfied Chief Sim let go of such a fat lamb.

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

By then, perhaps he could be called His Majesty Sim, the great His Majesty Sim!

Now, let him start his path of conquest from these lowly humans.

Praise the God of Magic!

"Great Chief Sim, those stupid humans have stopped; they are kneeling to that human noble, seemingly plotting a conspiracy..."

At this moment, a Kobold carrying a wooden stick carefully stepped forward to report the situation to Sim Claw, who was holding his head high and immersed in future fantasies.

Sim Claw wore a black cloak snatched from another Kobold den; the wind blew, and the cloak rustled. His hands were behind his back, and the whole person appeared incredibly flashy.

Of course, Sim preferred to call it — — kingly demeanor; he was very satisfied with this.

"Are they not planning to pass through the valley ahead? What do these stupid humans want to do?"

He originally planned to use numerical superiority to besiege the human caravan inside the valley, but now it seemed the situation had changed.

The Kobold warrior who came to report immediately smiled apologetically.

"Great Chief Sim, perhaps we don't need to go to such trouble; as long as you reveal the power of the gods, no one can withstand your majesty. All enemies will be incinerated under the raging fire!!"

Sim nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, the great Kobolds have received the favor of the gods; we are the masters of this land!!"

"Since these stupid humans don't plan to pass through the valley, then gather everyone and kill them on this grassland!!"

After speaking, he waved his hand, and the Kobold beside him immediately blew the tusk horn in his hand.

The extremely strange sound of the horn made the Kobolds ambushed in the tall grass around them start to clamor, their throats making low sounds, like the roar of beasts before hunting.

They wanted to tear those damned humans to pieces!! Plunder their wealth, seize their women, and take everything of theirs as their own!!