Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 630 - 478

Chapter 630: 478

Do you expect them to trade?

They will definitely obtain it directly from the hands of the local natives—by looting.

Although before departing, Gaven had repeatedly instructed Blood Claw to avoid provoking those sage races as much as possible, especially those human cities, and to detour around them because a slight misstep could stir up a hornet’s nest.

But once they were actually on the road, they would need to be opportunistic in their actions.

Now this kite with its string cut had finally flown to its destination, he could take the opportunity to tie the string back on.

"Let’s go, let’s go take a look," Gaven sensed Blood Claw’s location briefly and without another word, took Ms. Zalanda and appeared directly in front of the Hobgoblin Warlord.

Perhaps sensing the magic fluctuations, the Hobgoblin Warlord took a sudden step back, leaning against the crystal wall, with his longsword ringing as it was drawn from its scabbard.

But in the next second, he sheathed it even faster, propped himself up with both hands on the sword, and spoke loudly, "Blood Claw has seen the Lord."

"Please rise, please rise, General Blood Claw, get up quickly." Gaven rushed forward to help the Hobgoblin Warlord to his feet and, with great warmth, patted his sturdy arm, saying, "Come, come, let me introduce you to some people. This is Ms. Zalanda, the City Lord of Darama, this is Ms. Daphne, the internal affairs supervisor of Mesnoel, and this is the very General Blood Claw that I often mention to you. We got to know each other through a fight, and from now on, in this place, there will be much need for cooperation among you three."

Gaven’s unusually warm enthusiasm made the Hobgoblin Warlord a bit overwhelmed by the favor.

Back in Rocklands, although Gaven had given him enough respect, he clearly sensed a guardedness within that respect, as he would never expose his back to him.

But now it was different; he was hugging his shoulder warmly, without regard for racial differences, as if they were old friends and family reunited after a long separation.

But on second thought, this situation seemed to make sense.

After all, he had traveled thousands of miles leading his troops in fulfillment of their agreement, which had proven his loyalty to him.

"Having General Blood Claw’s help is the greatest honor for me," joy was unmistakable on Zalanda’s face.

Though the Hobgoblin Warlord was not sworn to her, it was almost the same, and this gave her real hope for a complete resolution to the Goblin problem in the Marching Mountains.

After everyone was reintroduced and sat back down, Gaven couldn’t help but ask out of concern, "You have arrived rather quickly, where exactly did you come from?"

From the time Blood Claw and his troops left, counting the days, it had only been twenty-two, and the straight-line distance between the two places was over twelve hundred kilometers; taking detours, they would need to travel over two thousand kilometers.

Seated upright and proper, Blood Claw explained succinctly, "After we left Three Rivers Region, we headed straight for Sambia, occupied a fishing village along the coast, and used their fishing boats to cross the Dragon Lake Strait overnight. We cut through near Efanso directly into the Giant Plains and followed the Xiermingst Forest to reach Thacel. As soon as we arrived here, we heard of the Lord’s fame in this place and took it upon ourselves to seek you out. Lord, you truly are extraordinary, doing extraordinary things wherever you go, making a name for yourself all over the world."

Blood Claw’s admiration for Gaven came from the heart.

If he said he had not harbored any ulterior motives during this grand march of thousands of miles, that would be impossible.

After all, being under someone’s command as opposed to having absolute autonomy were two completely different things.

But when he actually set things in motion, he found that it was fraught with difficulties.

The binding power of the True God Blood Oath on ordinary Hobgoblins was far more potent than Blood Claw had imagined.

After all, the lure of power was relatively less for them.

Whether they followed Blood Claw in betrayal or not, they would end up under someone’s command and carry great risks.

That was just an internal factor; if he really wanted to do it, just give Blood Claw some time to manage and he could replace the entire army with loyalists who were willing to follow him in rebellion. After all, he had direct control over this army, to promote or demote was a mere thought away, and he even had the power of life and death.

But he couldn’t ignore a powerful external factor: Gaven’s unfathomable methods and pervasive influence.

He had personally witnessed the terrifying scale of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, personally seen the foundations Gaven held in the Gaven Dragon Oak District—just like an iceberg hidden under the water’s surface, what outsiders could see was only the tip, with much more lurking beneath.

His two clashes with him had ended in total defeat, not by chance, but by inevitability.

From the very beginning, the two were not on the same level, be it in terms of development speed or overall strategy.

While he was racking his brain to expand his influence through war and recruit Hobgoblins and Goblins,

The other party had already broken the chains of race and started expanding their influence among other races.

During the short one or two months that he was set aside, the other party had turned around and already carved out a territory among Humans.

One fairy midsummer night, one unrestricted transportation had carried them hundreds of kilometers from Rocklands to Valley.

And when they thought they were as free as birds in the sky and fish in the sea, after departing from Valley,

They suddenly discovered that the other party’s influence was everywhere.

From the mouths of those Sambian humans, they kept hearing that same, spell-like name.

The nouveau riche who had become a millionaire overnight thanks to magic grape wine.