Kane looked at the young n standing in the front row.
There were a total of eighty-sothing barbarians in this clan as of now, which was not shabby at all.
Twenty of them were won, so if they wanted to increase their own bloodline, they could handle the breeding themselves.
But the attacking power of this clan was a serious concern.
They held chipped spears and rusted swords, but their eyes were burning with an ambitious fire.
"We are heading toward the elven borders," Kane said, his voice carrying over the crackling fire.
"But it will take us at least a month on foot. They have fat rchants, rich supply wagons, and won you would not see in this lifeti. They sit behind their magic walls and think we are nothing but starving animals."
An angry rumble started in the back of the crowd.
"Then let us show them what real barbarians are made of! We will burn their wagons, take their gold, claim their won, and carve our nas into their history with blood and steel! Glory, wealth, and power await those who dare to follow . Who among you is ready to stop surviving and start conquering?"
The warriors roared in approval as that sound shook the dry leaves on the nearby trees. It was a chaotic noise.
Kane nodded in satisfaction and pointed at Brak.
"Brak."
"You are my second in command now. Split the n into three groups. The fastest runners are scouts. The strongest n are the vanguard. The rest will guard the supplies and the won in the rear."
Brak puffed out his chest with pride. "Yes, Chief. Right away."
"Start basic combat drills imdiately," Kane ordered, stepping down from the stump.
"I want everyone swinging their weapons until their arms fall off. If anyone slows down our march, I will leave them behind for the wolves."
The camp erupted into organized chaos. Kane watched them scramble to follow his new rules.
He was basically managing a small army of low-level NPCs, but he was going to turn them into the most feared raiding party on the continent. He smiled and started walking toward the edge of the camp.
The ga was finally starting, and he already had the best hand at the table.
But there was sothing else that needed his attention.
’My level as of this mont is pathetic,’ Kane thought, crossing his arms.
He completed this ga through relentless work back in his bedroom, relying on spamming the sa attack move and using ultimate skills to one-hit the bosses.
That is why, despite him clearing the ga, his base stats were absolute garbage at level twenty-three.
He skipped the tedious grind. Now he had to live with the consequences of a speedrun build.
’System,’ he called out in his mind.
[Host?]
’How can I use my old coins to purchase anything right now?’ Kane asked, hoping his digital wallet carried over just like his titles did.
A blue window popped up in front of his face. The text was neatly arranged into clear categories.
[Bloodfang Marketplace]
Current Gold Coins: 1847
[Tier 1: Basic Equipnt for Warriors]
Iron Battleaxe: 45 Gold
Steel Longsword: 80 Gold
Reinforced Spear: 35 Gold
Spiked War Club: 25 Gold
Black Iron Cleaver: 95 Gold
Hunter Short Bow and 30 Arrows: 60 Gold
Twin Iron Axes: 110 Gold
Crude Iron Dagger: 15 Gold
[Tier 1: Armor and Shields]
Leather Armor Set: 70 Gold
Iron Chest Plate: 120 Gold
Reinforced Wooden Shield: 40 Gold
Fur-Lined Pauldrons: 55 Gold
Barbarian Leather Harness: 85 Gold
[Tier 2: Elite Equipnt for Lieutenants]
Fine Steel Battleaxe: 280 Gold
Raging Fla Sword: 450 Gold
Iron Warhamr: 320 Gold
Poisoned Dagger Set: 200 Gold
Chainmail Vest: 380 Gold
Bloodfang Battle Armor: 650 Gold
Iron Tower Shield: 290 Gold
[Tier 3: Special and Valuable Items]
Skill Book, Interdiate Berserker Rage: 900 Gold
Skill Book, Basic War Cry: 750 Gold
Enchanted Steel Axe: 1200 Gold
Minor Healing Potion pack of 5: 150 Gold
Warrior Strength Elixir: 400 Gold
[Shop Note: Items can be purchased and distributed to your warriors to strengthen the Bloodfang Clan. Higher-tier items will be unlocked as your reputation and territory grow.]
[Current Army Size: 80 Warriors. Suggested Purchases: Equip 30 warriors with basic Iron weapons.]
[Estimated cost: 1350 Gold.]
Kane let out a low whistle.
The system shop was highly convenient and organized as an in-ga rchant. His ga stash transferred without a single missing coin.
Almost two thousand gold coins made him a very rich man in this starting zone. He could buy an enchanted axe for himself, but his personal damage output was not the problem right now.
’My n need to survive the march,’ Kane reasoned, looking back at the training grounds.
Brak was currently yelling at two young n holding splintered sticks. They could not raid a rchant caravan with twigs and rusty butter knives.
Kane swiped his finger across the blue interface and started adding items to his virtual cart.
’Give thirty Iron Battleaxes,’ Kane ordered the system.
’And throw in ten Reinforced Spears for the guys who look too skinny to swing an axe.’
[Transaction Complete. 1700 Gold Coins Deducted.]
[Remaining Balance: 147 Gold Coins.]
A flash of light illuminated the ground clearing right next to Kane.
The sudden glow caught the attention of every single barbarian in the camp. They stopped swinging their chipped weapons and turned to stare.
When the light faded, a large pile of iron weapons sat on the grass.
The battleaxes had polished handles and sharp edges. The spears ended in wicked iron tips that caught the morning sun.
"Brak," Kane yelled, waving the shocked guard over.
"Get over here and bring the vanguard."
Brak ran across the camp. His jaw practically hit the dirt when he saw the gleaming pile of steel and iron.
The rest of the warriors followed right behind him, their eyes wide with reverence.
They had never seen so many high-quality weapons in one place.
"Chief," Brak stuttered, reaching out a trembling hand to touch a spear shaft.
"Is this magic? Did you steal this from the gods?"
"I am your god now, Brak," Kane said, patting the man on the shoulder.
"I told you I would bring you wealth and glory. This is just a small taste of what happens when you follow . Have the strongest thirty n take the axes. Give the spears to the flankers. Throw those rusted swords into the river."
Kane picked up one of the iron battleaxes before Brak could grab it.
He tested the weight in his hands. It felt balanced and lethal. Back in the ga, an iron axe increased base physical damage by forty points.
That was a huge jump for ordinary n who usually died in two hits.
"Listen closely," Kane said, tossing the axe to a large warrior with a scarred chest.
"These weapons are not for show. I want to see you practicing your downward swings until your palms bleed. The elven guards wear silver chainmail. A rusty sword will just bounce right off their armor. But an iron axe will crush their ribs even if you miss the soft spots."
Brak nodded fiercely, gripping his new spear.
"We will not fail you, Chief Kane. We will bleed them dry."
"Good," Kane replied, crossing his arms.
"Now get back to training."
His remaining balance of one hundred and forty-seven gold coins ant he was practically broke again, but he considered it an excellent investnt
He turned and walked toward the edge of the camp. After a mont, he called out, "Brak, I’m heading into the deeper woods alone for a few hours. Keep the n drilling hard. If I’m not back by nightfall, don’t send anyone after ."
Brak looked concerned but nodded. "Understood, Chief."
It was ti to do so proper solo grinding.
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