Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 631 - 478

Chapter 631: 478

A Dragon Slayer without a Transcendent Professional Level.

A man who obliterated the Sambia mercenaries with a nine-ring spell, Revenge Storm.

Only after crossing the Giant Dragon Bay did this reputation start to fade.

But as he passed through the Giant Plains, the name sprung up again—and grew louder the closer to Thacel.

The Goddess of Strategy’s chosen, an undefeated general, Lord Zalanda of Darama City, the man behind the scenes.

The destroyer of Moando’s Primordial Temple, the God of Degeneration and Corruption.

The rebooter of the lost elven city of Mesnoel.

Upon hearing the description of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, Blood Claw knew that this was no mistake in identity—this Gaven was the same Gaven, and the Divine Tree was the very Dragon Oak Mother Tree they had once stayed at.

In the short time it took them to come from the valley to Thacel, he had already completed new strategic plans, preparing a city here waiting for them.

The speed of development was astonishing.

Unless Blood Claw was brain-dead, he would never betray such an existence.

To steadfastly follow him, to ride upon the winds, was the wisest choice. Even the slightest favor that fell from the gaps between his fingers was more than Blood Claw could ever achieve with all his efforts, both more substantial and plentiful.

And a great march of a thousand miles was the best certificate of allegiance, as long as he brought his troops to the destination and reported back, the other party’s trust in him would skyrocket.

As it turned out, this was indeed the case, and the warm attitude Gaven showed him was proof, an unprecedented treatment.

Gaven and the others certainly did not know that the stern and almost rigid Hobgoblin Warlord was harboring so many thoughts in his head.

Especially as Gaven and Zalanda involuntarily exchanged glances—just a moment ago, they were discussing the migration plans for Darama, and now a ready-made intelligence officer had presented himself at their doorstep.

Gaven immediately asked, "How was the journey from Efanso to Thacel? Was it manageable?"

"Manageable." Blood Claw couldn’t help but show his teeth in a smile. "Smooth sailing all the way, with plenty of supplies. Not only was there ample food, but also a continuous stream of troops. Along the way, the Blood Claw Army’s numbers were not only unscathed, but also increased by more than five hundred men. Now we have five hundred Hobgoblin Wolf Cavalry and one thousand five hundred Elite Infantry, plus two thousand Goblin Menial Soldiers."

Hisss!

Blood Claw’s answer made both Gaven and Zalanda gasp in surprise.

A few simple sentences, and they smelt the heavy scent of blood.

This was called manageable?

The Blood Claw Army hadn’t simply traveled here; they’d fought every step of the way, the kind where heads rolled.

When Blood Claw just mentioned that the total strength of the army was unscathed, he didn’t mean that the forces he brought from the Rocklands were intact.

It was instead a replenishing of old blood with new; hobgoblins recruited en route were added to the Blood Claw Army, and they even directly enlisted Goblin Menial Soldiers, as common Hobgoblin Armies would.

Two thousand hobgoblins, an army composed of two thousand goblins, that in any land was a force that could not be ignored.

"General Blood Claw, you’ve done very well, better than I expected," Gaven’s only response was to offer words of praise.

This also confirmed, in a roundabout way, Blood Claw’s capabilities as a military commander—a long march where forces didn’t decrease but increased, something not everyone could achieve.

Although this was related to the racial traits of hobgoblins to flock to the strong, the prerequisite was that you had to prove you’re strong and worthy of their following; otherwise, they are more interested in enslaving you.

Gaven, after some consideration, candidly said, "I don’t mean to withhold from you, General Blood Claw. Lord Zalanda and I have reached an agreement to start a massive migration from here, not less than tens of thousands. If we follow the path you took, do you see it as feasible?"

Since the other side had confirmed their loyalty, he should not fail to recognize that loyalty.

He planned to gradually incorporate Blood Claw and his Blood Claw Army into his grand scheme.

People are not immutable, and even Gaven was no exception.

Previously, whether dealing with Dog Demons or Blood Claw, he maintained a strong guard.

To some extent, it was a lack of confidence in his own strength.

In fact, for these naturally powerful, lawfully evil beings, the simplest method was to remain powerful, to maintain an overwhelming strength that made them look up to you, unable to harbor thoughts of pursuit. Then they naturally became loyal and were easy to command.

Gaven’s most compliant forces, two-thirds of them, were often referred as evildoers. Daphne was one, the Dog Demons another, and now so was Blood Claw.

As his glory increased, so did his boldness and confidence. This was evident in the way his attitude toward Blood Claw had changed.

From the initial caution before action, to the cautious use during the grand march of a thousand miles, and now to the readiness for significant utilization.

"A grand migration of a thousand miles?" The Hobgoblin Warlord, with his poker face, couldn’t hide his astonishment.

A grand march was legendary enough.

And now he was planning a grand migration of a thousand miles, it may not be unprecedented, but it certainly was rare. He estimated that perhaps only his leader before him was capable of executing such a deed.

However, it was undeniable that should it succeed, the rewards would be immense.

This would transform a barren wasteland into a human territory, giving rise to a new city.

Yet a migration of a thousand miles differed fundamentally from a march of a thousand miles; especially for humans, who spent most of their lives cloistered behind city walls, a great number of them had survival skills in the wilderness inferior to even a goblin simpleton.

Especially since their Lord’s attitude toward subordinates, unlike how they treated hobgoblin subordinates, was not to regard them as expendable. He undoubtedly wanted to bring them whole and intact from here to the valley.

After thoroughly considering the situation, Blood Claw cautiously began, "It’s not that there aren’t any flaws here, many places are overgrown with weeds, especially the Giant Plains. The area seems to be shrouded by strange laws, not only are many creatures larger than the normal by half to a full size, but the size of the plants also doesn’t quite match the usual. In many places, even Wolf Cavalry can be swallowed by the weeds, it’s very easy to set up ambushes, and likewise to be ambushed. Most of our forces were replenished there."