I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 238: Chapter 239: The Lion of the Barren Wasteland, Valen’s Transformation (8600-word Mega Chapter)

Craig, following Lide’s orders, returned to Dwarf Valley with countless supplies.

Reconstructing the Lion Tribe was the task given to him by the Ancestor Crown.

Craig knew well the rules of survival on the barren wasteland; the original Lion Tribe had thrived on formidable strength.

But after the last war, the Lion Tribe had lost its former vigor, and he had to find another way.

Rebuilding the Lion Tribe was not an easy task, but whatever the cost, he would complete it, unequivocally.

Three days after Craig’s return to the barren wasteland, Lide dealt with the backlogged affairs and once again arrived at Dwarf Valley.

It was now mid-September, and he had to get Dwarf Valley on track.

Because once October came, the Beastman could invade at any moment.

By then, Dawn City wouldn’t have much energy to handle the affairs of Dwarf Valley.

He wouldn’t even devote too much force to guard the secret silver veins, as the new round of population plundering would be the most important task of this winter, without a doubt.

Everything in Dawn City was built on the foundation of its population.

Not to mention anything else, the Power of Faith he desperately needed had to be resolved by obtaining a large population; otherwise, he could only watch over a gold mine without the power to excavate.

In a month’s time, under the development of Dawn City, Dwarf Valley had transformed dramatically.

The Dwarf City, previously collapsed because of war, was now almost leveled to the ground.

More than ten giant One-eyed Giants roamed unchecked, toppling these ruins and digging out vast mining pits, successfully reaching the secret silver veins below.

Now Dwarf Valley had become a pure construction site, where One-eyed Giants played the unequivocal main role, accompanied by over two hundred human miners and dozens of Bloodline in the midst of bustling activity.

Exposed gray boulders, yellow mud, gigantic footprints—no different from a construction site, the only difference being the absence of modern machinery.

Dwarf Valley barely showed any traces of the dwarf city anymore, only the beams and remains of buildings peeking out from the rubble hinted that civilization had once existed here.

The city that Dwarves were reluctant to dismantle had been taken care of by the One-eyed Giants.

“Ancestor Crown,” Stanley, dressed in a black Priest’s robe, immediately approached Lide, who was standing on the grass outside the construction site, and greeted him.

After settling the dwarves and beastmen, Stanley returned to Dwarf Valley to take charge of the overall situation.

Facing the threat of potential attacks from beastmen and dwarves at any moment, it was necessary to have a sufficiently influential and wise upper echelon individual to take control.

Stanley, with his exceptional wisdom and formidable strength, was undoubtedly a great choice whom Lide greatly admired.

“How is the development of the secret silver vein going?”

Lide, wearing a dark blue Mage’s robe, stood on the open ground next to the valley, curiously observing the mining team lined up in long queues, pushing wooden carts, transporting earth and rubble out in an orderly, ant-like procession.

Stanley’s expression suddenly showed a hint of shame, and his tone dropped a few notches.

“Ancestor, the difficulty of excavating the secret silver vein has exceeded our expectations. To date, we produce less than 10 tons of ore daily, and we have only refined 3 pounds of secret silver…”

Lide turned his head, surprised, “3 pounds of secret silver?” A pound wasn’t much different from a jin on Earth.

In the course of a month, with such intense support from Dawn City, had they only refined 3 pounds of secret silver?

Although secret silver was incredibly precious and rare, this yield was not proportional to the investment.

30 pounds would have been more reasonable.

“Have you encountered any difficulties?”

“Our numbers are too few… and the secret silver ore is extremely solid; ordinary human miners simply cannot excavate it, we must rely on the strong One-eyed Giants to mine.

Furthermore, the vein is buried deep underground and requires clearing a large amount of earth and rubble to reach it.

Now ordinary human miners can only clear earth and rubble, with only the One-eyed Giants truly mining.”

“And because the mine that was developed is too small, it can currently only accommodate two One-eyed Giants working.”

Hearing this, Lide’s face was streaked with frustration. Despite all his calculations, he hadn’t anticipated that the efficiency bottleneck would be that the ore was too hard to dig through…

I xx your oo… Life sure is the master of drama.

The reason for this unlucky situation made his eyelid twitch uncontrollably.

“Have you thought of any solutions?”

Stanley’s face grew even more embarrassed.

“Unless we mobilize a large number of professionals, at least warriors above level 5 to mine, even if all the One-eyed Giants could dig, it would be difficult to increase efficiency.”

Lide shook his head.

Now, Dawn City didn’t lack high-end combat power— he even had an 18-level Bone Dragon, and he wasn’t scared at all in a fight.

But the foundations of Dawn City were incredibly weak. The normal development of a power should be in the shape of a pyramid.

The lower levels should be much more populous than the upper levels.

But because of his rapid development, the lower-tier combat power of Dawn City was actually sparse, with only a few hundred Bloodlines and the newly formed Lion Tribe’s 600-person Human army counting as the base combat forces.

But these lower forces were grossly mismatched with his high-end power.

Lide wasn’t scared to face an enemy in a high-level power showdown, but when faced with tasks that required a solid foundation, he was in a bind.

Where was he supposed to find hundreds of professionals above level 5 to mine here?

The Dark Contract did have them, but he couldn’t possibly allow these uncontrollable forces near the Secret Silver Vein. Besides, people from Underground Forces, unless insane, wouldn’t even consider mining.

Just as Lide was about to speak, he smacked himself on the forehead and shook his head with an amused smile. What had he come to the Dwarf Valley for?

To oversee the progress of the Secret Silver Vein and also to have Craig reestablish the Lion Tribe.

Weren’t the Beastmen of the Lion Tribe ready-made miners? He had been planning to get the Beastmen to mine… He almost forgot the main task.

These Beastmen, towering over two blades in height and with immense strength, were undoubtedly perfect miners.

Dwarf Valley was situated in a barren wasteland – not much was plentiful here, except for Beastmen.

After pinpointing the key issue, Lide relaxed and waved his hand with an unconcerned tone.

“Stanley, prepare to have the Humans withdraw, leaving only the One-eyed Giants here.

For the mining, we can utilize the Beastmen.”

“Beastmen?” Stanley was taken aback.

“Do you mean to directly enslave the Beastmen?”

“Enslave? No, I have no interest in enslaving Beastmen. What I want is… to rebuild the Lion Tribe!”

Lide’s tone had a playful edge, “Have you seen Craig?”

Stanley nodded, “Of course, three days ago, when Dylan delivered a large amount of supplies, he also brought Craig and over a hundred Beastmen.

At that time, the One-eyed Giants almost got into a confrontation with his Beastmen.”

He then furrowed his brows slightly.

“However, he didn’t stay in the Dwarf Valley. After dismounting the Magic Language Bat, he immediately left the valley with the Beastmen, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Because of the message you sent, I didn’t pry further.”

Although he was once an enemy, since Lide had announced that this level 16 Werewolf was now an ally, he didn’t pay it much attention.

And judging by Craig’s actions, it was clear he was on a mission. Stanley didn’t dare to inquire casually into Lide’s orders.

“Yes, Craig was my arrangement.

I intend to rebuild the Lion Tribe and make the beastmen the masters of Dwarf Valley once again.

By then we won’t need to put too much effort here, as the beastmen will work for us.”

“Your Highness, a tribe controlled by just one beastman like Craig, I’m afraid, won’t be too large,” Stanley shook his head, “Craig isn’t strong enough to support a large tribe.”

Stanley didn’t look down on this 16th-level werewolf who was instantly knocked out, but he didn’t harbor too many expectations either.

Had it been Chief Cap, the beastman king, Stanley wouldn’t have uttered a single word. The combat power of the 18th level Cap had left a deep impression on him, while Craig was far behind, not at all in the same class.

Lide’s expression was somewhat playful, “Of course, it’s not just Craig. In at most half a year, the king of the Lion Tribe, Chief Cap, will also arrive.”

Stanley’s expression relaxed, and he immediately felt relieved.

“With that, the rebuilding of the Lion Tribe will not be a problem.”

Lide’s gaze was profound.

“In the future, Dwarf Valley will be our stake in the barren wasteland, and the Lion Tribe will also become a sharp blade in the hands of Dawn City.”

In the short term, the beastmen posed no threat to Dawn City, but Lide always liked to keep the initiative in his own hands.

The Far Mountain Range was not far from the Human Empire and the Beastman Empire. He already had the Crimson Mage Tower and the Dark Contract with the Human Empire, but had no influence with the formidable beastmen, which was against his character.

Strategy was always about planning for the distant future…

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On the barren wasteland, Craig looked at the small tribe a few hundred blades away, sheltered by makeshift tents and numbering no more than a hundred people, with a very cold expression.

“Brown, take your men and surround them, this tribe now belongs to the Lion Tribe!”

Behind him stood a werewolf warrior with a similarly huge wolf’s head, nodding with a somewhat cruel expression.

“Yes, Lord Craig,”

After he finished, 120 beastman warriors wearing full sets of armor—each of a rare level—stepped out with pride, the long knives in their hands flickering with a cold light.

The battle began so suddenly.

Faced with a pack of vicious wolves in attack, the small tribe of over a hundred people fell in just ten minutes.

By the time Craig left, the number in his entourage had swelled to 200.

On the barren wasteland, strength has always been the guarantee for survival.

Without strength, you are a lamb.

Five days later, which was also two days after Lide arrived in Dwarf Valley,

Craig returned to Dwarf Valley.

At the same time, following him were more than 600 beastmen.

This was the acquisition of the 16th-level werewolf warrior over the last few days.

Craig’s expansion was full of the distinct traces unique to beastmen—savage and brutal, primitive, and direct.

When Lide saw Craig, especially when he saw the hundreds of beastmen behind him, his face was very expressive.

It had only been a few days, and he had brought back hundreds of beastmen. Furthermore, these beastmen were all warriors of levels 4 to 8, exuding a fierce and ruthless aura, each evidently a beastman soldier who had been through bloody battles.

The beast skin clothes on these beastmen couldn’t cover up their scars. Their muscles bulged under the rough clothing, giving their dress a primitive and ancient appearance.

“Craig, are these subordinates all ones you’ve gathered these past few days??”

Seeing the surprise on Lide’s face, Craig wore a somewhat proud expression, “Your Highness, these are the tribes I’ve conquered.

Now, they all belong to the Lion Tribe!!”

Then Craig recounted how he had led his troops to conquer other Beastman tribes in the past few days, eventually expanding to the current size.

After hearing Craig’s excited words, Lide was surprisingly silent instead of offering any praise.

Watching what seemed to be a perfectly normal operation for Craig gave Lide an inexplicable headache.

He knew the Beastmen were straightforward by nature, or rather, not that clever.

But he hadn’t expected… the other party to be more outrageous than he imagined.

Actually leading troops to knock on doors, killing those who resisted, and gathering those who surrendered… damn, is this rebuilding a tribe? Isn’t this simply raiding and exterminating?

Stanley, standing beside, had a strange expression as well.

He felt a deep sense of astonishment in his heart; true to their race, the Beastmen could develop their powers to such a barbaric extent and still think nothing of it.

This kind of thing probably only happened in the barren wilderness.

“Craig, there are many ways to recruit people…”

Lide looked at his 16th Level Temple Knight and felt for the first time that reasoning with his subordinates seemed somewhat troublesome.

“What you’re doing is not only inefficient, but it’s also easy to breed resentment among your men, which is not conducive to the construction of a tribe.”

Craig looked at Lide somewhat blankly, “Your Highness, in the barren badlands, annexing tribes has always been done this way… Whoever has the greater strength has the most clansmen and the broadest lands.

The Lion Tribe also developed into a force of tens of thousands under Chief Cap’s absolute power…”

Suddenly, Lide wasn’t sure how to respond. Although he disdained such primitive and savage methods, this was the survival mode of the barren badlands.

He couldn’t deny its right or wrong, after all, the harsh living conditions had created a survival of the fittest rule, where a powerful leader had a better ability to lead the people of the tribe to survive.

However, with his arrival, he naturally wouldn’t let Craig continue such foolish, coarse, and utterly unproductive acts.

“No, Craig, we have many other methods.”

Lide looked at Craig’s puzzled eyes and slowly began,

“What’s most lacking in the barren badlands? What do the Beastmen want most?”

Craig’s eyes lit up, “The scarcest thing is food, and what we want most is food and armor!”

Lide nodded, relieved that this guy wasn’t foolish.

“Is this year’s food supply particularly scarce??”

“Yes, if it hadn’t been for the extreme scarcity of food this year, Chief Cap wouldn’t have easily ordered an assault on the Dwarf Tribe.”

Craig nodded earnestly, his huge wolf head seeming oddly simple at that moment.

“So now, with 2,000 sets of armor and weapons in your hands, and enough food for 5,000 people for half a year, what can you do?”

“Your Highness… I…” Craig was stunned, then looked at Lide somewhat blankly.

Of course, he’d store the food, and naturally, he’d equip his own tribesmen with weapons and armor.

But he felt that his thinking wasn’t what Lide was looking for, so he stuttered for a long time without daring to say anything.

Seeing this, Lide couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile and opened his mouth directly to explain.

“You can select a group of smarter subordinates, have them spread the word to the surrounding tribes that the Lion Tribe is recruiting clan members…

As long as they pass the Lion Tribe’s trials, the whole tribe can join the Lion Tribe, and each warrior can receive a set of armor…

The Lion Tribe has abundant food to last this winter, and any Beastman who pledges allegiance to the Lion Tribe will be ensured a food supply, with no one going hungry or dying of starvation this season.”

“And our Lion Tribe is only recruiting 5,000 Beastmen, and we have already recruited two thousand,” he said. “Once we reach our recruitment goal, we won’t be recruiting any more this year.”

Compared to the primitive and crude method of threatening with military force, Lide preferred to adopt a more efficient approach.

How much time would need to be wasted fighting each one? How much strength would he have to lose? It simply wasn’t worth it.

This year’s scarcity of food had already been reported to him by Craig, and even the powerful Lion Tribe was short on food, which gave an idea of the situation in the smaller tribes.

Most Beastmen were probably in despair over the upcoming Frost Month.

After all, not every Beastman could go plundering for food on the human borders when Frost Month came, and the majority still relied on their usual reserves to survive the cold winter.

At this time of despair for these Beastmen, would the smaller tribes be tempted by a powerful tribe that was willing to offer them food and even provide them with armor?

Close to the Dwarf Valley, this several-hundred-mile stretch of land was home to at least two hundred thousand Beastmen, and just a small fraction of them defecting would be enough.

Lide didn’t need too many, just a few thousand to restart the Dwarf Valley.

And if the news got out and some Beastmen considered waging war to plunder for food, it would be even more to his taste.

An 18th-level Bone Dragon, a 16th-level Bronze One-eyed Giant named Coso, and a 15th-level Dawn Bat King Castro—these three monstrous creatures were now all in the Dwarf Valley.

At that time, he could directly experience the expansionist methods of the Beastmen.

As long as there was no powerful Beastman King like Cap, Lide wouldn’t care.

And according to the information from Craig, the territory of the Lion Tribe stretched for hundreds of kilometers around the Dwarf Valley, with no other large tribes present.

So he had no worries.

Hearing Lide’s words, Craig’s mind finally caught up, and he nodded excitedly. “Your wisdom, Crown, could rival that of the Creator God!”

The wolf’s head in front of him strangely made Lide feel a sense of amusement—it almost looked like… a silly husky?

This 16th-level Werewolf might be straightforward but not stupid; it was just that the rules of the barren wasteland didn’t allow him to think of such a method.

Here, the fist was the only means of communication.

“Get someone on it right away, and make sure to emphasize that we are recruiting only a few people and that the recruitment will be completed soon, to create a sense of urgency.

And…”

Lide patiently conveyed to Craig how to spread the news. Eventually, the Werewolf excitedly summoned his subordinates and passed on the instructions he had received from Lide.

Then, over a hundred Beastman Soldiers left the Dwarf Valley with Craig’s mission.

Lide watched the Beastmen resting on the grass and keenly noticed that among them didn’t seem to be the group that had been brought from Dawn City.

Because the look in these Beastmen’s eyes wasn’t of fear when they saw him.

He didn’t believe that those captured Beastmen had not witnessed him commanding the Bone Dragon across the battlefield.

After expressing his doubts to Craig, the Werewolf’s response made Lide take a long hard look at him.

“Your Crown, the Beastmen I brought out know of Dawn City, and I feared they might reveal information, so I had them at the forefront in every battle. These past few days, they have all gone to meet the Death God.”

Craig spoke in a calm tone, as if he was discussing something completely ordinary.

Lide couldn’t help but nod slightly; truly, this was a Temple Knight absolutely loyal to him, acting solely with his interests in mind.

He wasn’t actually concerned; those Beastmen had been blindfolded when taken in and out, so there was no chance they knew the location of Dawn City.

The Far Mountain Range spanned nearly a hundred thousand miles, stretching across several empires. Without a single clue, finding Dawn City in such vast mountains was a task that might take decades—it was nothing short of a fantasy.

No foolhardy force would bother with such a thankless task.

After organizing this affair, Lide felt much more content.

“Your Crown, the human miners have all been sent back to Dawn City, and now only the One-eyed Giant is left.”

“Do we really need to leave them here?” Lide shook his head. The enormous stature of the One-eyed Giants provided many advantages in production that humans simply could not match; at the same time, they were vital production tools of Dawn City. Keeping them in Dwarf Valley was, without doubt, somewhat wasteful.

Especially since he planned on constructing plumbing in Dawn City.

“Leave five here. Take the rest of the One-eyed Giants back.

Also, notify Harrison to bring over a few Dwarves skilled in mining from the construction department to instruct on how to extract Mithril from the ore vein.

Our efficiency is too low right now.”

The current mining speed was hard to watch. With such a pace, Lide estimated that not only would it be impossible for everyone to wear Mithril-forged equipment,

but even his own top combat forces above level 15 wouldn’t be able to don Mithril gear.

Particularly for bulky figures like Koso, Castro, and the Bone Dragon, forging weapons for them would require an immense amount of Mithril.

Professional tasks should be left to professionals. Previously, the Dwarves had been distrusted, so they were completely excluded from the mining operations of the ore veins.

Now, although Dwarves were not fully integrated into Dawn City, at least they were no longer thinking of rebellion every day. It was time to let them contribute to Dawn City.

“Yes, Your Crown.”

“Dismissed.”

Lide waved his hand nonchalantly.

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In the following days, Lide supervised Craig’s progress in reorganizing the Lion Tribe in Dwarf Valley, a project he was focusing on and needed to see quick progress.

Moreover, he would also log off daily for a few hours to deal with Crimson Moon’s affairs.

Crimson Moon was currently in a period of adjustment, and they had many issues to resolve.

Fortunately, due to his high salary offerings and Zhao Yue’s efforts, not many of the original management team had left.

Thus, the club he had just acquired was relatively stable, saving him a lot of trouble.

As most of Crimson Moon’s employees got to experience “Glory,” their initial resistance to the yet-to-be-publicly-tested game turned into yearning.

Their previous criticism of Lide immediately vanished—no one could escape the so-called “true fragrance” principle.

Even the professional gamers from the two games that weren’t cut couldn’t help but be tempted, as it would be too fake to say they weren’t moved by this epoch-making virtual game.

No one understood the opportunities it contained better than these professional players.

Now, these players instead envied those preparing for “Glory”…

Meanwhile, with Lide’s promotion, Zhao Yue, the president’s assistant, successfully climbed to the position of vice president and truly set foot in the company’s executive level.

After some contemplation, Lide also gave her a task that could only be described as insane.

He needed Zhao Yue to recruit no fewer than 500 professional gamers from eSports schools to join before “Glory’s” servers went live.

Moreover, each professional gamer was required to sign a contract with Crimson Moon for at least ten years.

In addition, the Data Analysis Department had to expand from a hundred people to three hundred and invest an additional ten million RMB to accelerate the establishment of a data analysis center.

Several significant orders made Zhao Yue see Lide’s determination.

“Glory” would become the ground for Crimson Moon’s ambitious expansion.

Lide offered no further explanation, only instructing her to complete the tasks.

He also had Zhao Yue keep an extra lookout for managers with experience in managing large guilds who wanted to switch companies. If any were found, they could spend a considerable sum to poach them.

Zhao Yue naturally agreed without any conditions.

Under a series of actions by Lide, this ripened and voluptuous mature woman understood that her boss really wanted to make a big move.

She was also eager to see the club, which had consumed ten years of her youth, truly become one of the top ten clubs in Huaxia.

For this reason, she worked harder, making Lide’s life much easier.

On the tenth day after arriving in Dwarf Valley, late in September, just a few days shy of October,

Lide met an old acquaintance.

Valen Barbaric Hammer.

This dwarf, captured by him, had gained most of his freedom due to the Perfect Level armor he forged for Kachar and Castro. He had been living very comfortably in Dawn City these days.

At least, that’s what Lide believed.

And indeed, it was true; even Valen had to admit that Dawn City, ruled by vampires, was the most comfortable city he had lived in during his three hundred years.

The city here was clean and orderly, without the slightest hint of filth or chaos.

There were no people urinating or defecating in the streets or littering, and the sewers never emitted a nauseating stench.

After nightfall, there were no underground forces extorting money on the streets, and even in the middle of the night, one could feel extremely safe in the city, without the slightest fear of some evil creature suddenly appearing in front of them.

The residents here were kind and enthusiastic, never discriminating against dwarves, so much so that Valen had become good friends with several neighbors over some fine wine.

Basically, after work each day, he would join a few human friends for a few drinks.

Valen had grown to love living in this city.

Here, he could feel that he was alive, truly alive, not just a dwarf master fighting frantically for his tribe.

So when the City Hall sought people who knew how to mine Secret Silver Ore, Valen volunteered.

This was also thanks to his love of going to the square to enjoy the breeze and chat… In this process, he inevitably attended many sessions of ideological education.

Every resident of Dawn City should contribute to our common home.

Regardless of race, age, gender, or strength.

As long as you are a resident of Dawn City, you can contribute your strength.

This sentence always circled in his mind; Valen didn’t know why he had changed like this, but he indeed found a sense of belonging in this city.

This was a completely different sense of belonging from that in the Barbaric Hammer Tribe.

In the Barbaric Hammer Tribe, it was more about responsibility; he had to work hard for the survival of all tribe members.

But in Dawn City, it wasn’t necessary; he simply had to complete a certain amount of work each day, then he could receive a generous salary, and he could enjoy good wine and food with his friends every day.

He had never felt so relaxed.

“Good day, Kachar City Lord,” Valen greeted Lide with a chest-thumping salute, his expression respectful.

The current valiant dwarf forger was worlds apart from the uncompromising dwarf image he had initially portrayed.

Lide keenly noticed Valen’s change and smiled slightly.

“Good day, Master Valen. I’ll leave the mining of the Secret Silver Vein to you.

This will be the most important ore output for Dawn City in the future, and only you have the ability to design a more efficient mining method for Dawn City…”

Valen nodded, his expression carrying the pride of a dwarf, “No problem, Kachar City Lord. How many miners do I have at my disposal??”

At this question, Lide turned his head to look at the tents set up in the valley.

He spoke softly.

“Five thousand Beastmen…”

Five thousand Beastmen??

Valen was shocked, finding it hard to believe as he looked at Lide, “You’ve enslaved five thousand Beastmen??”

That seemed like an incredibly bold move.

At their peak, the Dwarf Tribe only had just over a thousand members, and now at the drop of a hat, there was the power of five times that of the Dwarf Tribe.

Although he knew Lide was strong, each of his actions still brought Valen an exceptionally intense shock.

The number of 5000 Beastmen was due to the unexpectedly smooth progress of Lide’s plans during this period.

Due to the lack of food and with the Frost Month approaching, many Beastmen Tribes had fallen into indescribable despair.

At this time, the powerful Lion Tribe sent out a message that they were looking to recruit a group of their people and could provide ample food for the winter; they even had solid armor and warm winter clothing…

This tempted many not-so-strong Beastmen Tribes that were barely struggling to survive.

Being under the protection of a powerful tribe was much better than these small tribes trying to survive in the barren wastelands.

And with the declaration of the Lion Tribe, they immediately attracted a large number of small tribes, with some having as many as a hundred people and others as few as a dozen.

But little by little, in just ten days’ time, Dwarf Valley had gathered over five thousand Beastmen.

If it weren’t for Lide telling Craig to raise the threshold at the last minute, the number would have been even greater.

Craig, the Level 16 Werewolf Warrior, was filled with admiration for Lide’s approach.

In his mind, the most direct method of conquest was preferable, but that efficiency was nothing compared to Lide’s—it was countless times slower.

It would be impossible to grow to 5000 members in less than two or three months.

Because forcibly recruited Beastmen could be managed at the start, but as numbers grew, it became different; those who were already resistant or harbored resentment would become increasingly difficult to manage.

There might even be instances of rebellion or escape.

But now, with them surrendering on their own, almost no such worries were necessary.

The ample food, solid armor, and warm winter clothing—such superior treatment had truly bound the hearts of the Beastmen.

Moreover, with Craig’s strength, all the Beastmen were very convinced, and all of this truly turned the newly rebuilt tribe into a real tribe.

Although the currently rebuilt Lion Tribe was not as powerful as it was under Chief Cap, it now possessed some strength.

“These Beastmen, apart from a thousand soldiers, shall all be under your command.

I have only one demand, that you must mine the Secret Silver Ore as quickly as possible. Frost Month is quickly approaching, and our army needs more solid armor.”

Valen nodded solemnly.

“As you wish, Kachar City Lord, I will do my utmost!”

“I’ll leave this place to you and Stanley. I will leave 5 One-eyed Giants for you to use, and I will take the rest back to Dawn City.

If there are any difficulties, you can report them at any time.

Before the Frost Month arrives, the Secret Silver Vein is the most important matter for Dawn City.”

After saying this, Lide called Stanley and Craig over and officially handed over the construction of Dwarf Valley to Valen, who was to command all efforts in regard to mining the vein and rebuilding the city.

As a Bloodline descendant, Stanley, and Craig, a Temple Knight, both had loyalty that ran deep into their souls and flowed in their blood, therefore they absolutely obeyed Lide’s orders.

With these trivial matters handled, Lide prepared to return to Dawn City.

At this moment, the blacksmith and the Mage Tower collaborated for the first time to start building plumbing with stone.