Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 221 - 182 True God Blood Oath_1

Chapter 221: Chapter 182 True God Blood Oath_1

The Hobgoblins with tribes had undergone the harshest military training from birth, accepting commands was their sacred duty, their instinct, even if it was the utterly humiliating order to surrender, they would execute it without hesitation.

When the two hundred elite Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry dismounted, threw away their weapons, clasped their heads with their hands and knelt on the ground, the rest of the Hobgoblins followed suit.

No one raised any objections to this—everything happened naturally.

Including the monsters who had been fighting alongside Gaven and Stelina, they too made the same gestures, not one of them thinking of running away—let alone sneaking off.

Facing this situation, it wasn’t only Stelina and the others who were astonished.

Even Blood Claw, the instigator, was dumbfounded. When had he ever had such influence over these vassal troops?

Or was it that they were intimidated by the two Giant Dragons hovering in the sky?

Compared to these two possibilities, Blood Claw was more inclined to believe it was all because of this Half-Elf before him, who seemed to emanate a peculiar magic power that involuntarily drew his affection.

If Blood Claw had never known him, he might believe it was the other’s natural charisma.

But the two had never directly clashed, though their indirect conflicts were no fewer than three—Pitfall Tribe’s smuggling at Chen Cang, the startling retreat before Blackwell Tribe, and the shock escape when ambushing the young Red Dragon.

He had never felt this strange sensation before in regards to the other.

Most times, when he thought of him, it was with gnashing teeth in hatred.

Having been wrapped up by the Black Reaper, becoming a vassal in ceaseless wars, before this, he had laid all the blame on Gaven, and had even used attacking Blackwell to capture Gaven as a reason to convince the young Red Dragon. This wasn’t merely a pretext; it was indeed his intention.

Now, with his mindset inexplicably changing, it all seemed abnormal, more like the effects of magic.

Blood Claw glanced sidelong at the other vassal troops with the corner of his eyes. Judging by their expressions, it was clear they were under the same magic influence, only, without the same before-and-after context, they were unaware of it.

Blood Claw was startled and had to re-evaluate this Half-Elf he had just made an assessment of, feeling secretly fortunate at the same time that he had made another exceedingly wise decision.

From the beginning, his intention was a sincere surrender, without any pretense of feigning surrender, or else he wouldn’t even know how he died—influenced by this kind of magic effect, who knew how many would respond to his call to attack, or how many vassal troops would turn their swords against him.

Gaven had not expected Blood Claw to perceive the invisible influence of the Silver Milestone of Destiny, something that even Lord Virginia’s spellcasters had not noticed.

It was not that Blood Claw possessed a more sensitive discernment than Lord Virginia and the others.

It was his situation that was more special than that of Lord Virginia and the others.

After all, Lord Virginia and her group had been allies of Gaven from the start, with a certain foundation of goodwill. After victory, it was only logical for their feelings to increase, and the Milestone of Destiny’s influence on emotions to subtly penetrate amongst them—strangers would not think much of it, at best feeling a natural affinity.

Blood Claw, who initially viewed Gaven with hostility and hatred, naturally became suspicious when his feelings abruptly turned to favor, prompting a comparison of the before-and-after differences.

It didn’t change Blood Claw’s thoughts; rather, it further solidified his conviction.

Raising his hands, he slowly walked to a point several tens of meters away from Gaven, knelt on one knee, and loudly said, "I, Blood Claw, leader of the Blood Claw Tribe, am willing to lead all my people to swear allegiance to Chief Gaven. I swear by the name of the Great Power Maglubiyet to never betray. Wherever the master’s blade points, so shall we follow, advancing without retreat, ready to die a thousand deaths without regret."

"I swear by the name of the Great Power Maglubiyet..."

"I swear by the name of the Great Power..."

Blood Claw’s elite confidants were the first to follow him in the oath, then the Hobgoblin vassal troops were influenced as well.

At last, a powerful voice converged in the Black Reaper Camp.

"I swear by the name of the Great Power Maglubiyet to never betray. Wherever the master’s blade points, so shall we follow, advancing without retreat, ready to die a thousand deaths without regret."

Boom!

The surrounding flames burst out eerily.

The blood on the battlefield, contrary to all reason, floated up into the sky, turning it blood-red.

No, that wasn’t the blood of the dead; it was the wisps of blood streaming from the Hobgoblins making the oath to Gaven.

A deep, bell-like voice echoed in the air, "The covenant is sealed."

The next second, the blood turned into a rain of blood, falling down, landing accurately on each Hobgoblin who had sworn the oath.

All the Hobgoblins, at this very moment, knelt trembling on the ground, with even more devout, more fervent voices, repeating the words of the oath they had just sworn.

This was no longer an oath; this was devout prayer.

This was a prayer to Maglubiyet, the deity of all Goblinoid races.

Not just them, but even Blood Claw, the instigator, had not expected that his routine oath would attract the attention of Maglubiyet himself, receiving a True God Blood Oath witnessed by a True God.

In Felen, where True Gods truly exist, True God Blood Oaths, although rare, are not too unusual. The conditions for their creation are neither too high nor too low.

The first condition is that the simultaneous oath-takers must be numerous enough, which relates to the divine power level of the deity. The higher the deity’s divine power level, the fewer the number of oath-takers required.

For those with strong divine power, five hundred people are enough.

For those with medium divine power, at least one thousand people.

For those with minor divine power, two thousand is needed.

For those with the weakest divine power, at least five thousand.

The second condition is that the people taking the oath must be truly sincere, from the heart; if there are too many selfish thoughts, it is difficult for the deities to sense or to bear witness and bestow blessings.

The first is manageable; the difficult part is the second.

Situations like this typically occur in fervent religious sects, swearing oaths for faith, for the True God.

An oath like the one being witnessed, pledged to a lord, is extremely rare.

If such a situation occurred to a long-established lord who had ruled over them for years and had a distinguished reputation, it would also be understandable.

But for it to happen with a lord they barely knew and had just pledged allegiance to, things seemed a bit inconceivable, even bordering on absurd.

Lord Virginia and Stelina, as those who understood the True God Blood Oath, almost popped their eyes out when they looked at Gaven. Their gazes were as strange as they could be, not as if looking at someone they knew, but as if looking at a monster.

At this very moment, Gaven, clad in a sealed suit of armor that shone brilliantly, with a long spear in one hand and a longsword in the other, the fresh blood still dripping from them, appeared like a war god that had just descended from heaven, his face completely obscured.

The instigator behind the mask was, in fact, also shocked.

He had not anticipated invoking the True God Blood Oath.

But he knew the crux of the problem and hurriedly cast his consciousness onto the Silver Destiny Milestone.

Indeed, a new change had emerged within it.

A line of blood-red letters appeared at the bottom as a supplementary explanation.

True God Blood Oath: The deity of the Goblin race, the Great Power Maglubiyet, has witnessed the sincere pledge and bestowed his blessing. Those who violate this oath will suffer his divine punishment after death.

Blood Oathsworn: 1238 Hobgoblins, 38 Bear Goblins.

So this natural empathy was meant for this. The greatest benefit was lying here waiting for him.

It seemed that even the Milestone of Destiny was a primer, with many hidden benefits lying underneath, which he must find ways to uncover.

If it weren’t for the accidental Blood Claw, he might have missed out on this huge advantage without even knowing it.

Suddenly, Gaven looked at Blood Claw with a different gaze.

No, his view of the entire group of Hobgoblins had changed.

Before, he always felt that these Hobgoblins were fierce-looking and extremely ugly, capable of all evils.

Now, he found them to have stern features and a solemn demeanor, fitting the image of tough, bloodied soldiers.

"All Wolf Cavalry, take up your weapons and pursue the enemies. Kill all the Jackalweres to the last, limited to a ten-kilometer radius. Regardless of whether there are still targets, all may return here.

All infantry, clean up the battlefield here and assist non-Jackalwere injured. Kill all Jackalweres and Gnolls on sight, regardless of whether they have been corrupted by the Power of the Abyss." Gaven immediately issued new battle orders.

If there were no True God Blood Oath, even with the Silver Destiny Milestone in hand,

Let alone leading this group of surrenderers to pursue, he would be troubled by how to settle and reorganize them.

Now, however, it was different.

Constrained by the True God Blood Oath, their loyalty to him would most likely surpass that of most Gnolls. He had no need to worry they would scatter and flee once they left the camp and never return.

Blood Claw was the first to stand up, not even donning armor, picking up his weapon, leaping onto his Ferocious Wolf mount, and roaring, "Wolf Cavalry, attack!"

Hou!

All the Hobgoblins roared angrily, picked up their weapons, and followed suit, leaping onto their Ferocious Wolf mounts.

Gaven summoned the Young Red Copper Dragon and with a Fairy Step, leapt onto the dragon saddle, following behind them.

The Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry’s numbers were not that great, only a bit over three hundred in total.

But the momentum of their departure was immense.

The Hobgoblins selected to become Wolf Cavalry were carefully chosen. Even among the Hobgoblins, they were astonishing in size, with an average height of over two meters.

Their mounts too were not common wild wolves or Zuo Lang, but uniformly large and Ferocious Wolves.

The only drawback was their equipment, which was a hodgepodge.

Some wore scale armor, leather armor, or even leather vests, while others wore none at all.

As for weapons, there was no uniformity: long spears, throwing spears, giant swords, longswords, two-handed axes, etc. But even these were the better ones—some held crude giant wooden clubs they had made themselves.

As vassal troops, the Black Reaper clearly had no desire to equip them, nor did he have enough equipment for them since the Rocklands produced mines but didn’t smelt, making weapons and armor relatively scarce.

Though burdened with the height and weight of the Hobgoblins, these Ferocious Wolves still moved silently, their footsteps light, their howls echoing far and wide.

Despite separating far from one another, they maintained a good formation.

From above, they formed the standard hunting formation of a wolf pack.

Compared to warhorses, these giant wolves indeed had the disadvantage of needing a lot of meat, but they had combat intelligence that herbivores lacked.

Gaven didn’t need to command at all. Blood Claw knew very well how to play to the strengths of the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry.

In units of twelve, they soon split into more than twenty combat teams, scattering across the Rocklands, sweeping through gullies and ridges and any path that was easy to escape.

It looked like they were spread out, but through distant howls, they coordinated their advance rhythmically.

When one combat team engaged in battle, the neighboring three or four teams immediately advanced towards the noise to support.

They combined seamlessly for combat, and dispersed when not engaged.

Those fleeing Jackalweres of the Black Reaper, whether alone or in groups, couldn’t withstand this kind of pack hunting tactic. Coupled with their shattered will, they were unable to organize any resistance, and soon dozens more were caught and killed.

No wonder the Purple Dragon Knights of Komeer frowned when they mentioned the Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry of the Rocklands.

Another advantage of Wolf Cavalry is their strong adaptability to terrain, especially in the Rocklands.

Many terrains insurmountable for warhorses were easily leapt over by Wolf Cavalry.