They now dare to stop those dock workers from coming to apply, in the future they will dare to sell our intelligence to the Tukan People.
From the very beginning, we should have adopted the toughest attitude. Anyone who dares to obstruct us should be prosecuted for treason.
If they dare to commit arson or assassination, kill them all without exception and send them to the Ghost Factory to step on sewing machines. Once we’ve scared them into submission, they will naturally not dare to act rashly.
Only with a stable rear can our front-line warriors bravely kill the enemy."
In the eyes of the Hobgoblin, there is no problem that slaughter cannot solve.
If it hasn’t been resolved, it ans not enough have been killed. Just kill a few more, and even the most berserk enemies will beco as docile as sheep.
"This is a human village, not a Monster Tribe in the wilderness; slaughter is always the last resort." Gaven smiled and dismissed the suggestion of the Blood Oath Warlord, who spoke like a butcher, "But we also can’t let them lead us by the nose right from the start, we must find a way to break this stalemate."
"Actually, the Lord does not need to hire local dock workers at all, just teleport over a hundred Hobgoblin Giants or Yin Hong Plunderers, and our unloading speed will be faster than thousands of humans." Thomas offered another suggestion.
"General, you haven’t grasped the deeper intention of the Lord." Bede smiled and explained, "The Lord is employing this thod to connect with locals, especially the Laiserman war refugees, they are the ones most urgently in need of food."
"That’s right." Gaven nodded, acknowledging Bede’s explanation, "Without this intention, we wouldn’t need to settle with food. After all, food is the real hard currency here; you’ve reminded , I think I’ve found the breakthrough point, co, follow to a place."
Gaven, accompanied by Bede and Thomas, left the dock and headed straight to the outskirts of the City of Usr.
Along the way, they saw many ard personnel wearing Sword Spike Badges, patrolling the streets, blocking dock workers who saw job advertisents from trying to apply at the dock.
Upon seeing Gaven’s unfamiliar faces, they did not attempt to stop them, instead, they proactively cleared the path, watching them leave with eyes of reverence.
The fully ard Hobgoblin Giants are indeed too intimidating for these street gang mbers; their ironclad bodies are impervious to the weapons in their hands.
Seeing they were sensible enough, Gaven chose not to provoke them needlessly and quickly traversed the entire City of Usr.
This small city has a low earthen wall, the height of an arm’s reach for Hobgoblin Giant Thomas.
Outside the earthen wall is a temporary camp made up of rows of low animal skin tents. The people living here are generally shorter than those in Usr, but they don’t appear frail. On the contrary, they are quite tough and strong, sowhat resembling the sturdy and stout Dwarves but not to an exaggerated degree.
Their clothing is simple and bare, even though it is early winter in the Great Valley, and the wind is exceptionally cold. Most wear beast skin clothes that fail to completely cover the body, while many young n are bare-chested, revealing muscles with a highland red sheen. Most won wear scarves or masks.
They are the Laiserman, famous for producing witches and berserkers.
The temporary Laiserman camp is encircled by animal skin tents, with thousands of livestock in the middle, mainly goats, sheep, and Roth Beasts, along with a few small horses.
Upon seeing Gaven’s group, the young Laiserman n imdiately dropped their tasks and gathered around, gazing at them warily.
"Wait here." Gaven instructed Thomas and Bede, then raised his hands to indicate, "We co with friendship, and have a business to discuss with your leader."
"I am the Fang Patralem of this tribe." A strong middle-aged man quickly approached Gaven, his attire identical to that of the young n, but with a lifelike tattoo of a Ferocious Tiger on his chest and back, emitting a subtle magic fluctuation.
This tattoo gave Gaven a feeling very similar to the totem tattoos on the Green Elves from Xiermingst Forest, not rely simple tattoos but possessing unique magical effects.
The man’s pronunciation of the common language was unusually convoluted, with a heavy throat accent, giving the impression of a beast’s deep roar.
Gaven’s gaze involuntarily fell behind the middle-aged man, upon a petite woman who also wore a faceless mask adorned with colorful bird feathers. Her long blue robe seed to conceal nurous pockets, bulging with various items.
It was less like a robe, more like a specialized mage robe; those pockets were filled with casting materials, similar to the effects of spellcasters’ robes.
This was a Laiserman Witch, the true leader of the camp. She habitually hides behind male leaders, like a ghost, shadowing the Fang Chief.
Since she hadn’t disclosed her identity, Gaven feigned ignorance of the Laiserman Kingdom’s nuances and bowed politely to the Fang Chief, "Allow to introduce myself, I am Gaven Nort, Northern Commander of the Felen Allied Forces’ Vanguard Army. We co at the invitation of the Cesk Kingdom to assist in resisting the invading Nomadic Tribes.
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