Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 908 - 569 Are You Not Afraid of Overeating?_2

Chapter 908: Chapter 569 Are You Not Afraid of Overeating?_2

Every move was unexpected, catching them off guard.

Previously, when they were at an impasse regarding the ownership of the Giant Plains, Gaven didn’t waste words and directly showed them the real projection of the Hobgoblins of Blood Gorge City eradicating rival tribes on the Giant Plains.

Thousands of Goblins as cannon fodder, thousands of Hobgoblins, and hundreds of Hobgoblin Giants.

It had rendered them collectively silent.

Now the issue wasn’t whether they acknowledged Blood Gorge City’s claims; they should be praying that Blood Gorge City wouldn’t cross the Giant Plains to attack them.

With such a terrifying force squatting around the Giant Plains, the Monster Tribe above had no chance of growing strong, let alone pose a threat to them.

And this also told them, sending the Conqueror Army away didn’t mean everything was settled, there would be plenty more championship matches against this young opponent.

Whether it’s the Gnoll’s Dwarf Statue City or the Hobgoblin Blood Canyon City, and now even embedding his own human forces in Efanso, he seemed prepared to manipulate the Giant Dragon Coast at his will.

Compared to letting him run amok on the Giant Dragon Coast, it might be better to accept the inevitable and gather the sick, weak, poor, and prisoner populations from each city to hand over to him.

In the end, it was Siegel, the Mayor of West Gate City, who said, "Ten thousand immigrants then, ten thousand it is, but under one condition: whatever immigrants we give you, you must accept them without being selective."

"Alright, but on one condition, they must be alive and willing. If any arrive with severed limbs or have been blinded or deafened, don’t blame me if I refuse to acknowledge the deal and demand compensation tenfold," Gaven preemptively blocked any possibility of foul play.

Never underestimate the extent of these people’s malice—they can commit unthinkable evils just to create problems for him.

He could even imagine what type of ten thousand immigrants they would send him next.

But for Gaven, what mattered wasn’t the ten thousand immigrants, but the ensnaring ties it created with the Giant Dragon Coast.

If he could manage these problematic immigrants properly, news would travel to the Giant Dragon Coast, surely attracting more people from there to migrate voluntarily to his territory.

Compared to Thacel, the Giant Dragon Coast was much closer to the Valley, just a few days away via the commercial pathway across Dragon Lake.

The dumber the challenge posed by the city lords and mayors of the Giant Dragon Coast, the greater his rewards would be once he managed to resolve it smoothly.

As long as the ruling system of the cities of the Giant Dragon Coast didn’t change, he had secured their populace, merely needing time to gradually assimilate them.

"Deal," Siegel said without hesitation this time, eager to rid themselves of this butcher. Their armies amassed here drained resources rapidly, coupled with mercenaries’ fees, costing astronomical sums daily. Some smaller towns had already crumbled, sneaking away, and it wouldn’t be long before their numerical advantage dwindled.

"Compensation of eight million. We accept various currencies, materials, and even fixed properties from all cities. Those abandoned properties can also be accounted for at a discount; this is our bottom line," Gaven stated his final demand forcefully.

"Aren’t you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?" Siegel couldn’t help but grind his teeth as he snarled.

He didn’t dwell much on this matter this time; eight million was an astronomical sum for one city but spread across many cities and powers of the Giant Dragon Coast. Even the larger cities were only responsible for six to seven hundred thousand—a matter of a few months’ trade tax, not too difficult to assemble.

Previously, the unacceptable part was chiefly the condescension; the Conqueror Army’s victory over Efanso was decisive, costing only hundreds of thousands in resurrection fees, with all benefits going to them. Then turning around and extracting vast wealth from them—was there no justice in the world?

However, after the Sambiyan Emissary secretly shared the latest plan to counter the Conqueror Army, they opted to swallow this bitter pill and planned to make them regurgitate everything they consumed within the Goblin Margins.

The overall layout of the Goblin Margins was very similar to the Giant Plains, encased between two large mountain ranges.

But the former was far more perilous and complicated than the latter.

Giant Plains’ terrain was relatively simple, flat plains except near the two mountain ranges, its distinctive feature mainly the gigantism of flora and fauna, with exits on both sides spanning hundreds of kilometers.

The Goblin Margins were different; the central area was relatively narrow, especially in the south where Sunset Mountain Range and Stormhorn Mountains overlapped extensively. The largest entrance, the Wildpath Bridge, was completely under the control of Posku.

Once they passed through here, it would be near impossible for them to return.

Inside the Goblin Margins, aside from the Wild Border River coursing through, nearly half the area was dominated by the Far Sea Marsh and Tun Marsh, filled with muddy terrains.

The Conqueror Army’s previous road-building methods worked on the plains but would be impractical here.