31: Chapter 31 Return to Gray Eagle Territory

"A Bloodline Mage's spells are inherited from their bloodline. Some mages do indeed gain more spells from their bloodline as their level increases or as time passes."

"This Kobold Spellcaster can cast third-ring spells; his talent is decent, and he has some value."

To Sim Claw, Fiana's cold, clear voice sounded like music to his ears, and he was instantly filled with gratitude toward her.

Then, he looked at Loren with a pitiful gaze, terrified of hearing that tyrant speak of executing him immediately again.

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

Every race has its own weaknesses, and the weakness of the Kobold is that they have never been a race with firm resolve.

Barbarians can fear no death, preferring death to submission.

But in the eyes of a Kobold, death is simply an unacceptable nightmare.

Therefore, the strategy for dealing with Kobolds naturally does not need to be as complex as it is for Barbarians.

One playing the villain, one playing the hero—it directly shattered this guy's mental defenses.

Not to mention, the power of the system was mixed in as well.

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

"My Lord, two! One second-ring spell—Greater Fireball, and one third-ring spell—Bloodlust Sorcery. I can cast Greater Fireball three times, and Bloodlust Sorcery once..."

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

The indifferent tone put immense pressure on Sim, but he also noticed that Loren's tone seemed to have loosened, so he quickly said:

"Yes, great Lord! I can feel that there is still power that has not awakened; I will definitely be able to awaken new spells! I am willing to serve you with my soul and become your most capable subordinate!!"

Loren glanced at him.

"You are still a smart man. I will give you a chance: make all the captured Kobolds kneel and pledge their loyalty to me now, and prove your ability and value to me. Grey Eagle Territory has no need for trash; 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, mana recovery speed increased by 30%, and spell power increased by 20%.

This bond could only be activated in conjunction with Kobolds.

Plus, Grey Eagle Territory was still in ruins and needed a large number of hands.

So he intended to subdue these Kobolds and have them dedicate everything they had to Grey Eagle Territory.

Prisoners obtained through war were much better than those bought with currency; at the very least, it didn't cost money, and if they died, it wouldn't hurt.

Thinking that he had earned this chance at survival through his own efforts, Sim was quite excited at this moment.

"My Lord, I am willing! These damn bastards, only by submitting to you will they find their true home! A great person like you should have ruled the Claw Tribe long ago! Whoever dares to disobey, I will make them taste my magic immediately!"

Sim Claw gritted his teeth and roared repeatedly.

In his view, he had received power bestowed by the gods and had long since become a superior Kobold, not comparable to those lowly Kobolds!

So it was exceptionally satisfying to scold them.

Loren's mouth twitched as he listened; this idiot was truly a piece of work.

He said irritably.

"I will only give you ten minutes. If you cannot prove your value, I will have someone hang you from a tree branch..."

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

Leaving only Barbarian Chieftain Yas and a group of 1.9-meter-tall Barbarians with unfriendly expressions staring coldly at Sim.

Sim was almost scared to the point of wetting himself.

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

He only realized now that being by that tyrant's side was the safest place.

He didn't dare to hesitate, stepped forward tremblingly, and began to berate the Kobolds who were tied up with ropes...

In the carriage.

Fiana looked at the handsome young man before her, who had undergone such an earth-shattering change, with a complex expression.

She asked the biggest question in her heart.

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

Loren withdrew his gaze from the carriage window, turned his head to look at the girl beside him, and smiled slightly.

"Because of you..."

Fiana's heart skipped a beat, and her face instantly flushed red.

She was both shy and angry inside. This jerk!! How could he say such things to her!!

Just as she was about to get angry, the second half of Loren's sentence drifted out.

"Because after you entered the room with those 500,000 currency, you made me recognize myself, regain the pride of a descendant of the Bauhinia Family, and start trying to look at problems with a different method and mindset... So far, it seems quite successful."

After finishing, he even winked at her.

Why are you pausing like that??

Fiana's chest heaved several times, but she couldn't calm down. She snorted coldly and turned her head to look out the window, not wanting to see this increasingly detestable guy anymore.

Loren laughed, said nothing more, and continued to observe Sim Claw's actions through the glass window.

With Barbarian Chieftain Yas there, he wasn't worried about the other party running away.

It was unknown what Sim Claw said to those Kobolds, but soon, the Kobolds stood up trembling one by one, and under his leadership, a huge crowd came before Loren's carriage and knelt on both knees.

"Great Lord, Sim Claw of the Claw Tribe leads all Kobolds to submit to you, requesting to join Grey Eagle Territory and become your most loyal servants."

Barbarian Chieftain Yas, who was sturdier than a calf, curled his lip in disdain as he watched these spineless Kobolds.

According to his thoughts, except for this Spellcaster who could be kept, all other Kobolds should be hanged.

Barbarians would never deign to associate with trash.

"Ding~ Kobold Chief—Sim Claw leads the Claw Tribe to defect to you. Do you accept?"

After hearing the system prompt, Loren chose to accept, but he didn't even get off 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 you will personally supervise the Kobold Mage. After organizing the troops, set off to return to the territory immediately."

"Sim Claw, manage these Kobolds well. If there is any unrest among the Kobolds, I will hold you directly responsible. Don't let me down."

Hearing Loren's words, Sim immediately showed an expression of wild joy; his life had finally been saved.

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

After standing up, he looked at the low-morale Kobolds with an unfriendly gaze.

"You lowly idiots!! Whoever dares to resist the Lord, I will kill him with magic myself!"

The remaining Kobolds wailed, not daring to refute at all.

Sim was the spokesperson of the gods, and his status in the Claw Tribe was comparable to a god; who would dare to resist...

After the Kobolds were broken up and supervised by Barbarians, they were destined to be unable to cause any waves.

The team quickly set off again.

The thirty-plus severely injured Barbarians, along with the human slaves, were carried by the carriages. Those that couldn't fit in the carriages were put on temporary stretchers, and the Kobolds were made to carry them.

It is worth mentioning that after subduing the Kobolds, not only did it not slow down the convoy's journey, but these sharp-nosed guys could smell the scent of enemies, avoiding a lot of trouble in advance and significantly increasing the convoy's speed.

The evening of the fourth day after leaving Decker City.

April 11th.

Loren finally led the convoy back to Grey Eagle Territory.

This territory that belonged entirely to him.

Looking at the city walls visible in the distance, a few emotions that outsiders could hardly understand appeared in Loren's dark, deep eyes.

This place would be the starting point of everything.

The future would bloom here.