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Arthas was unaware that he had gradually caught the attention of various kings, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Those willing to cooperate with him could prosper together, while those unwilling were not forced. Money was never too much, and one person earning was much better than two.

The Grayfang tribe was located southwest of Solorian Farm, surrounded by towering mountains.

Beyond the mountains lay cliffs, below which was the Endless Sea.

This natural barrier prevented sea attacks, and setting up a base here could strike down any enemies attempting to land at Solorian Farm.

The mountains were home to a large number of wild beasts, including gnolls and kobolds.

Although there were rumors of monsters and other dangerous creatures, they had all been cleared out. This area could serve as a supply base, but any threatening presence was not tolerated.

On a hillside, bloodthirsty gnolls were draining a goblin and a human.

A large cauldron was set up in the clearing with dry wood burning underneath.

Around the clearing were sharp wooden stakes with bodies pierced through the neck, some still twitching.

There were even two trolls, their strong vitality making it difficult for them to die, thus enduring more pain.

"Hurry up and put the prey into the pot!" a gnoll with large tusks is shouting at the other gnolls, with a long scar running from its head to its face, looking exceptionally fierce.

This tusked gnoll often boasts about its capital, rumored to have defeated a human warrior in a life-and-death duel by trading a wound for a life.

The tusked gnoll is brutal any gnolls who dare to defy it have their limbs broken and are cast out to fend for themselves.

The gruesome scenes of gnolls being eaten by grizzly bears and panthers are nightmares for every gnoll, and the tusked gnoll indeed has its ways, leading the tribe to find plenty of food, settling down without the need to eat wild fruits or starve, which is enough to earn the loyalty of the gnolls.

Eating humans alive, cooking them, and various other ways of consumption exist.

This is the gnolls, savage, brutal, and a bit cunning.

Compared to kobolds who only know how to mine, wolves are definitely more ferocious than dogs.

Wolves travel miles to eat meat, while dogs travel miles to eat feces.

Guided by Geopriest, they advance through winding mountainous areas and forest paths. Not a single gnoll is seen along the way; they all seem to be hiding.

"Why are there no gnolls around here?" Arthas asks Geopriest, who is leading the way.

"We have captured many fresh prey recently, so there is no need to hunt outside. The tribe has no outposts; everything is under the command of Tusk." Geopriest respectfully explains to Arthas, being able to control dragons, a human surpassing his understanding.

After walking for about two hours, constantly traversing mountains.

Arthas is not worried, as Geopriest's name is still green, indicating friendliness.

With the green dragon Emeriss, transformed into a high elf beside him, there is no need to worry with such a dragon guarding them.

The resources here are indeed abundant Arthas has already seen numerous emerging ores, herbs, and ingredients.

Ores are used for forging weapons and armor, being essential materials for various metal weapons and accessories.

Herbs can be used to concoct various potions, and even alchemical creations, though these require a large stack of materials, proving their practicality but with a price.

Ingredients can be cooked into various delicious dishes, providing decent status enhancements after consumption.

Lordaeron, as the most fertile of the seven kingdoms, has its reasons; even the Kingdom of Stormwind pales in comparison.

If not for the invasion of the Scourge of the Undead, Lordaeron's dominant position might have remained unshaken for centuries.

Thinking about this, Arthas instinctively tightens the longsword in his hand. Lich King, Shadow Realm!

"What's wrong?" Emeriss turns to ask, seeming to have a telepathic connection. A woman who has been dominated is indeed different, and being conquered body and soul on the first encounter will bring them closer emotionally.

"Nothing, just thinking about some things."

Arthas shakes his head, looking at Calia's charming face he will protect everything! Protect all of this!

"Okay." Emeriss is not one for conversation, just nodding slightly. She only has a fondness for Arthas, not love. Fondness needs to be accumulated, and love needs to be maintained.

As the group arrived at a valley, the strong smell of blood made them furrow their brows involuntarily.

"Charge in." Arthas waved his hand, signaling the guards to move forward. The soldiers, who had been patient all afternoon, rushed in like unleashed tigers, using their war formations to cut down the scattered gnolls.

The unorganized gnolls were immediately pushed back, howling for reinforcements.

Before long, a tall gnoll with a huge cleaver and a fierce scar on his face emerged.

Most gnolls stood at around one to one and a half meters tall, but the gnoll in front of them was already one meter eighty, giving off an imposing presence.

"Geopriest, you worthless being, why are you still alive? Daring to bring humans here seeking death?" With his large, menacing teeth and a fierce look in his eyes, Fangblade, wielding a brutal cleaver, glared at the traitors within the clan.

"You shameless scum! You only obtained the position of chief by ambushing my father; you are the true waste!" Geopriest roared, casting a hateful gaze at Fangblade, wishing he could kill him with his eyes alone, as in terms of combat prowess, he was no match at all.

"Haha, trash is just trash. See this? This is trash. I'll twist his head off to use as a jug!" Fangblade bellowed menacingly at the other gnolls, as it was the way of the gnoll tribe, and not just gnolls, many brutal races elected their chiefs in this manner, as only a strong chief could lead the tribe to survive.

Looking coldly at Fangblade, the gnolls before him were level thirty-five, one level lower than him. Their combat strength seemed terrifying, but facing a Paladin like him, they could only be frustratingly worn down to death.

"Are you the chief of the Grayfang tribe? Haha, I am the commander of this troop. Dare to face me one-on-one in combat? If I win, you die, and I will take your place. All gnolls can survive and join under my banner." Arthas, gazing at the human corpses still bleeding on the distant stakes, made up his mind not to let Fangblade live. So brutal, that not killing was insufficient to quell the rage of the people."

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