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Chapter 1281 - 1281 227 Clan Leader Election_2

1281: Chapter 227: Clan Leader Election_2 1281: Chapter 227: Clan Leader Election_2 Hudson spoke nonchalantly.

No matter who is dispatched for garrison duty, they won’t target Snow Moon Territory; such is the deterrence of Devil King Hudson.

When it’s hard to chew on tough bones, the soft persimmons are unpredictable.

Perhaps a large-scale military invasion won’t happen, but it’s inevitable that they’ll come to plunder when there’s a shortage of supplies.

Based on past experience, the Noble Lords north of Snow Moon Lake will become the main disaster areas in subsequent conflicts.

In fact, the Kingdom Government has already considered this situation and constructed frontier defenses along the frontline.

The problem now is that the Lords up north have already expanded beyond the original borders, extending their control further.

Especially the Major Nobles who were slow to react, by the time they joined in, they were taking land from the Orcs.

As a result, many Lords’ territories are now beyond the kingdom’s defenses, and the stationed troops cannot provide them with 100% safety protection.

If their produce is stolen by Orcs, they can only hold the bag themselves.

The Kingdom Government may acknowledge the Nobiles’ expansion as legal, but won’t pick up the tab for the Noble Lords’ expansion.

As the Commander in Chief, Hudson does not want to be involved by interest groups.

A reminder is his duty; if they do not listen, he won’t intervene unnecessarily.

Although he’s part of the expansion group, Snow Moon Territory’s situation is unique, with the Cursed Land acting as a buffer.

The fearsome reputation of the Cursed Land is so great that, even if war breaks out, the Orc Army wouldn’t dare to stay there for long.

…

On the vast grasslands, Glaem cracked his whip, leading a group of his clan with limited production materials to embark on a path of self-reliance.

Walking and stopping along the way, looking at the grasslands lush with water and grass ahead, these things were once out of their reach.

If it weren’t for being on the frontier, such vast and fertile grazing lands could lead to the annihilation of their tribe.

As a race of poor combatants and no special skills, the Pigg Clan has always played the role of half-slaves, half-livestock in the Orc Empire.

Had it not been for their strong breeding capabilities, they would have long been eliminated from the Orc Empire.

Weakness has its advantages too.

No matter what they do, nobody feels threatened by them.

All the schemes, power struggles—none of that concerns them.

Because they’re not worthy!

“Spread the order; instruct all groups to set up camp.

We’ll settle here today,”

Glaem ordered indifferently.

It’s clear that he doesn’t have much affection for his fellow clansmen.

Under the influence of the inheritance, deep in Glaem’s heart, only the Golden Pigg are his true kin.

Despite the presence of over six thousand Piggs here, not many will actually awaken their bloodline.

Even though Glaem has the means for bloodline awakening, not every Pigg is qualified to undergo such an awakening.

The biggest issue is not the concentration of the bloodline, but the inherent trait of the Pigg Clan: laziness!

With cultivation, hard work might not guarantee success, but without it, failure is certain!

Apart from the occasional smart Pigg, most Piggs here have intelligence that is not up to par.

Circling the camp, Glaem is diligently searching for industrious, clever Piggs.

Generally speaking, it’s these top students among the Piggs who might awaken the bloodline of a Golden Pigg after obtaining the cultivation method and become smarter.

Time waits for no one.

If he can’t cultivate a foundation of talents quickly, there is no way he can make a stand here.

Not to mention the threat from the Human Race, Glaem can’t even muster the offerings to the Minotaur.

Deep down, Glaem has no confidence in holding the front line.

For now, his plan is to mingle with the Minotaur, and if the situation turns dire, flee with those who have awakened their bloodline.

As for the rest of his kin, it makes no difference if they are discarded.

While other Species may not be abundant on the great grassland, Piggs will certainly not be scarce.

The only Species that may outnumber them are likely Ratmen and Rabbit people.

These two Species have an even tougher time than the Pigg Clan.

…

“Chieftain, the selected Piggs are all waiting outside for you!”

The Pigg Guard called out nonchalantly.

It’s evident that in this newly formed Pigg Tribe, rules are not enforced very strictly.

As for this, Glaem could do nothing about it.

Those Pigg Guards were relatively intelligent in the tribe, able to execute orders mechanically.

Protocols and etiquettes are overly complicated.

It’s better not to trouble the Piggs with that.

Even Glaem himself, before receiving the inheritance, was only slightly better than these folks’ performance.

Other Species undergoing inheritance trials are generally of Fourth Order, Fifth Order, Sixth Order talents, and even the lesser ones are of Second Order, Third Order, but the entire Pigg Clan consists solely of First Order.

In fact, Piggs who can reach an Order are rare.

Besides Chieftain Glaem, within this tribe of several thousand Piggs, there’s only the Captain of the Guards who shouts and yells.

Anyone coming here would quickly conclude: these Piggs pose no threat.

“Got it!”

While speaking, Glaem stepped out of his tent.

Looking over the group of “elite” Piggs before him, he swallowed back the words meant to motivate their spirits.

“From today onwards, you all will follow me in training.

Whoever dares to slack off, I’ll break his pig legs!”

In the middle of speaking, the whip in Glaem’s hand lashed out.

A young Pigg looking around became the example for deterrence.