Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 724 - 509: Choosing a Location to Build a City is More than Just Planning_3

Chapter 724: Chapter 509: Choosing a Location to Build a City is More than Just Planning_3

Because at that time, he had not yet activated his Transcendant Body, he felt that many of his movements could not only be performed faster and more briefly but could even draw upon the surrounding Magic Power elements to enhance his attacks.

This made him think it was necessary to explore the routines of martial arts and swordsmanship to see if something new could be cultivated.

After Gaven remarked, Kellysha couldn’t help but recall his previous combat style—the intricate variations and the crisp efficiency were indeed something they lacked in battle.

Even if she had taken his place, the outcome would not have been much better than that of the Hobgoblin Giant. If they could learn these techniques, their combat abilities could indeed be further improved. She readily agreed, "I have no objections. What about the Blood Claw General?"

"I also abide by the arrangements of Lord Gaven," Blood Claw now fully aligned with Gaven’s decisions.

"Then let’s each fulfill our roles." Gaven waved his hand to declare the meeting adjourned.

When the migrating settlers found out that they were not to continue moving on, but instead were to build a city here, it indeed caused quite a disturbance. However, it did not spiral out of control, but was rather appeased by the subsequent series of conciliatory policies by Gaven and his associates.

Firstly, the construction of the city was not done for free, but was compensated with wages ranging from several silver coins to several gold coins, varying according to different types of work. Even the injured who could not work had a minimum stay allowance; all of it would accumulate and be settled together when they moved to the new territory.

In fact, not only was the construction of the city compensated with wages, but all the work they undertook along the way was also recorded for merit and payment.

Managing humans naturally followed human practices: more work for more gain, no work for no gain, with preferential treatment given only in some policies. One should never give handouts freely, as receiving without effort over a long period only cultivates a swarm of parasites.

Secondly, they had now traveled too far. Even if they were to return to Ruitawen, it would be almost three hundred kilometers. Not to mention that food was in Gaven’s control, even if it was in their own, they wouldn’t have the courage to return alone.

Thirdly, the migrating army demonstrated formidable military strength. It was not monsters invading them, but rather them launching aggressive attacks, driving the Monster Tribe of the Giant Plains into a frantic retreat.

Especially after the location for the city had been chosen, the entire migrating army moved in. Large tower-like wagons formed a wall of carts, tightly blocking the valley entrance. Once the safety index rose, even the auxiliary cart legions and the Nort Guard Legion began to coordinate with the three major legions of the Blood Claw Army to expand the battle results further.

The Blood Claw Army had now been developed into a purely Hobgoblin Army, enlisting only Goblinkind (Goblins, Hobgoblins, Bear Goblins, and Hobgoblin Giants). As for other Monster races, they were either executed on the spot or driven towards the Troll Mountains.

News of the rise of a Troll Empire here had long spread across the Giant Plains.

Whether it was out of a shared hatred for the Blood Claw Army or out of fear of Trolls not wanting to end up as their dinner, joining them was the best choice.

Faced with a continuous stream of monsters volunteering their allegiance, the Noble Giant Trolls of the Wailing Dwarf Kingdom were initially overjoyed—after all, the more forces they had, the more powerful they became.

But when Wailing Dwarf City was stuffed with all kinds of monsters inside and out, with three major brawls a day and five minor ones every half day, turning the already gloomy Troll Kingdom into a living Hell, those inexperienced Noble Giant Trolls finally realized something was amiss.

If this were to continue, they would surely end up fighting among themselves first.

Especially when the latest news about the migrating army came in, it sent these Noble Giant Trolls into an uproar.

"What did you say? Those humans aren’t moving on? They’ve started to build a city by the Snowflake Mountain Range?" A sharp roar echoed from the top of Wailing Dwarf City, laden with disbelief, "Are you certain you’re not mistaken?"

"There’s no mistake, I escaped from Blood Gorge. Those humans are ruthless. They directly blocked off the gorge with wagons as tall as city walls, and except for the Goblinkind willing to surrender, all the rest were utterly annihilated. Our entire tribe became ghosts. I swear by the name of Gewush, I, Leslie, will make those lowly humans pay." The Orc Giant, half a head taller than a normal Orc, punctuated his oath with a swipe of the Dagger across his face, swearing angrily.

This was a sacred ceremony among Orcs, known as the Scarface Revenge Oath.

This scar would not be healed before the Revenge was complete, not even by Divine Magic.

"Kodi, Kodi, wake up! Didn’t you confidently proclaim that those humans would cross the plains, passing close to our Kingdom, and that they were food delivered right to our door? How do you explain this now?" The sharp voice roared again, twisting its head to bite the Troll head beside it in a bid to vent its fury. The Troll yelped and tried to dodge everywhere, but since they shared one body, there was no escaping the other head’s biting. The only option was to headbutt back with force.

Before the matter was even discussed, the two Commanders of the Troll Kingdom had begun fighting each other.

Apart from the named Orc Giant Leslie, who stood dumbfounded, the other Trolls were accustomed to such scenes.

Although they shared one body, each of the two Troll heads possessed its own consciousness, a trait common to most two-headed creatures.

This pair named Kodi and Koli was no different, or more precisely, they were Noble Two-Headed Trolls. This Troll had a much larger body than ordinary Trolls, measuring over four and a half meters tall. Unlike regular emaciated and hunched Trolls, it was broad-waisted and robust, resembling an Ogre somewhat. This indicated that it led a comfortable life, usually having ample food and rarely using its regenerative abilities—the regeneration of Trolls requires the use of their energy reserves.

One could judge the quality of a Troll’s life by its physique. A gaunt Troll definitely led a miserable life, while an obese Troll certainly lived fairly well.

After colliding head-on four or five times, Koli and Kodi, wincing in pain, finally ceased their chaotic fight.