It was midday, and Thorwald and his n stood in front of a camp inhabited by 30 survivors. These people were defenseless. They had no armor and only the standard weapons, while Thorwald and his n were fully equipped. Without hesitation, Thorwald stepped into the center of the camp, showing no fear, only strength.
The plan was to assimilate the camp and then assess who among them was most useful. Those with potential would be power leveled so they could teleport to the second stage together. His greatest concern these days was the future: what good would it be to have many n under his command if most of them couldn’t survive the next stages due to their low levels?
He had considered marking the place where they would exit after the third stage of the tutorial, hoping to gather his n later. But there was a risk that the teleportation locations might change over ti.
"Hello, everyone. I’m here to help you through these difficult tis," his voice bood through the camp. The people, who had been hiding behind their flimsy defenses, slowly began to erge. An old man stepped forward and addressed him, "I don’t believe you. You don’t look like soone who does things out of kindness, and I will..." but he didn’t get to finish his sentence. An axe cleaved through his head, silencing him instantly.
The camp fell into silence as Thorwald walked further in, the survivors backing away with wide eyes. "As I said, I’m here to help you through these hard tis. Strong leadership is needed to survive this hellhole. You can call Commander Thorwald," he announced, his voice resonating through the camp.
"I cannot allow a foolish old man to hold you back or plant doubt in your hearts, because that will get you killed. So, tell , who are you?" Thorwald finished, his tone softening slightly but still leaving no room for argunt.
After a brief introduction, Thorwald concluded that he was lucky. He had acquired six craftsn, and most of the camp’s n were mages and archers, sothing his group had been lacking. They also had three healers. It was ti to get these people leveled up, and he would ensure the craftsn were busy with their hamrs all day.
But the most intriguing new mber was an alchemist at level 24 who could craft elixirs that permanently increased strength. Even better, he could work with body parts from beasts, not just flowers like that useless woman back at Kael’s camp.
Thinking back, moving here was the best decision he could have made. When he eventually t Kael or that mage Thalion in the future, they would stand no chance and would die at his feet.
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