"I am the Goblin King. Submit to , and I will allow you to survive in the southern wastelands!"
At this mont, Li ng let out a loud roar on the battlefield.
The sound was so loud that all the beastn turned to look at the massive steel figure not far away.
The beastn were also barbarians enslaved by the ghost beastn.
However, the beastn were outsiders, coming from the northern continent.
Every beastman was a soldier, so it was common to see so female beastn in their army.
Compared to the male beastn, their bodies appeared sowhat slender.
"Retreat imdiately, follow !"
With that, Li ng turned and strode into the depths of the canyon.
The beastn looked at each other, appearing sowhat at a loss.
So of the beastn turned and followed the Goblin King in retreat.
The beastn worship strength; they didn’t mind being ruled by the powerful Goblin King.
More and more beastman clans chose to follow the Goblin King.
Now that the ghost beastn had fled, continuing the fight was aningless.
Soon, all the beastn outside the city turned and retreated.
"Is it... not a giant?"
"Why would the barbarians save Count Mors?"
"Could it be that the barbarians under demon rule have rebelled?"
The behavior of the beastn following the steel giant in retreat sparked controversy among the humans on the city walls.
Only then did the humans realize that the giant helping them was an enemy.
A strong barbarian, not a giant.
Thus, the war ca to a halt as the ghost beastn fled.
The Goblin army, charging aggressively towards the demon army, also stopped.
The chaos outside the city lasted for a long ti.
The barbarians retreated, but not completely.
Over a hundred thousand barbarian troops set up camp at the end of the canyon.
As the sun set, the scorching canyon gradually cooled down.
That night, the camp was brightly lit.
Clusters of bonfires spread across several kiloters of the canyon.
Goblins didn’t have the habit of setting up camp.
Nor did they need bonfires to keep warm.
They could sleep anywhere they lay down.
But the beastn couldn’t, nor could the Pign tribe or the Gnolls.
Inside the largest tent, it was brightly lit.
Li ng, with his massive body, sat cross-legged on soft animal skins.
More than a dozen beastn stood inside the tent.
"The war is not over. From now on, you will act with the army. Your forr masters were the ghost beastn; now, I am your master. Serve well, and you will live well. Betray , and you will beco food for the Goblins. My little ones find you quite tasty."
The beastn in the tent were the chiefs of various beastman clans.
Though they couldn’t understand the Goblin language,
They understood what the Goblin was saying.
The beastman chiefs showed expressions of fear.
They had heard that Goblins liked to eat their prey alive.
They didn’t want to et such a tragic end.
The beastman chiefs nodded repeatedly.
"You are strong, we... we will listen to you."
"From now on, you are our great chief."
Li ng grinned and nodded with satisfaction.
"I am not your great chief, call Great King!"
"Yes... yes, Great King!"
Li ng waved his hand slightly.
"Go, there’s nothing more for you here."
Hearing this, the beastman chiefs quickly turned and left in a hurry.
Thus, Li ng successfully subdued the beastn.
Margarita and Aima, standing beside Li ng, exchanged glances.
They hadn’t expected the once-feared ghost beastn to be driven away so dramatically by the Great King.
The Great King's appearance and existence were too dreamlike.
Why hadn’t they known before that such a terrifying presence existed in the Goblin Forest?
"Margarita, did you see the magic I released during the day?"
Li ng turned his massive head to look at Margarita beside him.
Margarita nodded slightly, her face full of curiosity.
"Great King, what kind of magic was that? How... how is it so similar to mine?"
"That’s a magic I created myself, it’s very powerful!"
Created magic?
Margarita’s eyes lit up, looking at the Great King with admiration.
The Great King was truly amazing, able to create his own magic.
Li ng enjoyed Margarita’s admiring gaze.
Indeed, he was very strong now.
Just then, the tent flap was lifted again.
Pig Dajin and Wolf Howl entered.
Seeing the two enter the tent, Li ng looked at them with disdain.
"I have nothing to say to you, behave yourselves from now on!"
Pig Dajin and Wolf Howl knelt down with a thud.
Pig Dajin had a flattering expression.
"Great King, we didn’t know you before, but now we do. From now on, you are our Great King."
"Alright, go back and manage your people well. The war is not over yet."
"Yes, yes!"
How could a re Goblin King have such a powerful presence?
At this mont, Pig Dajin and Wolf Howl were very puzzled.
In their eyes, Goblins were just ugly, weak creatures.
Even the legendary Goblin King was just a bigger piece of trash.
But the Goblin before them was beyond their understanding.
The two quickly got up and hurried out of the tent.
"Great King, now that the demon tribe has been driven out, why do we remain here?"
Margarita asked the Great King, sowhat puzzled.
Could it be that the Great King had his sights set on the Garrison Fort?
Li ng took off his helt and stretched his neck.
Li ng’s voice echoed in the tent.
"Windward Valley is not a natural barrier, but with the Garrison Fort, it becos one. If humans control it, they can advance into the outer regions at any ti. Whoever controls the Garrison Fort holds the initiative."
The Great King’s answer left Margarita thoughtful.
Margarita could understand this point.
But would humans really abandon the Garrison Fort?
"Great King, we at least have the Ogre Mountains as a buffer zone. But if humans lose the Garrison Fort, they will have no defenses. Their territory will be directly exposed to the barbarians’ onslaught. Humans will never easily give up the Garrison Fort. Even if we capture it, it might provoke a greater human offensive."
Margarita’s words made sense.
Li ng also knew that taking the Garrison Fort would provoke the humans.
But so decisions had to be made between gains and losses.
Pros and cons are never absolute.
Everything has a good side and a bad side.
"Master, now is indeed not the right ti to seize the Garrison Fort."
Xiao Bai’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
This left Li ng speechless.
"Then what was the point of saving that couple?"
"Master, you are indeed powerful, but you are alone. If the human army attacks on multiple fronts, how will you stop them?"
Hearing this, Li ng frowned slightly.
Yes, no matter how strong he was, he was alone, vulnerable.
If the human army attacked on multiple fronts, he could only defend the throne tribe.
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