Chapter 44: Chapter 40: Blitzkrieg! Kick Him Straight to Death

[Notification: You have successfully occupied a village. Click here to view details for the “Night Crow Tribe” village!]

Huh?

’She doesn’t count as a captive?’

’Is it because Liv didn’t lead her troops into a direct confrontation with me, so the “Riding and Cutting System” can’t classify her as a surrendered prisoner of war?’

’Whatever, it’s not important. At this rate, I’ll have more than enough 100% loyal Ratman Warriors in the future. No need to get hung up on a single female Ratman Warrior…’

’First, I’ll check the village’s Loyalty.’

points.

Not particularly high.

Only a little better than the Poison Arrow Tribe at the start.

Furthermore, Liv, who was originally red-flagged, now had a green name, indicating she was an ally.

Other Lord Players would have found it incredibly difficult to discern the sincerity of her submission—indeed, without the intel from the captured Withered Leaf Tribe Ratmen, Qin Feng himself would never have discovered that Liv was a northern traitor who had already defected to them.

But he only needed to activate the “Village Management” system to instantly peer into the depths of her soul and see her true intentions.

[Village Management]

[Real-time Monitoring of Village Member Status]

[Leader of the Night Crow Tribe (Liv): She has witnessed your thunderous and immense power and admires your lenient stance toward the Ratman, an Alien Race. To ensure her tribe’s survival amid the chaos of war, and to secure a better future for the people of the Night Crow Tribe, she has sworn to follow you with her life. She is determined to pledge her complete loyalty, becoming the sharp blade in your hand that cuts through the fog, even if it means sacrificing herself.]

Qin Feng lightly tapped his fingers on the table, the corners of his mouth lifting in a satisfied arc.

“This cheat…”

“…is really damn useful…”

At this thought, Qin Feng looked toward Liv, who was agonizing over her fate not far away. His voice carried an undeniable power, like an Oracle descending from the Void.

“Liv.”

“You need not worry.”

“I will not punish you.”

“Because the Divine Power within me tells me—you only became a spy planted in the various Northern Ratman Tribes under Folckwin’s iron-fisted coercion to ensure your tribe’s survival.”

“Right now, you hold absolute loyalty to me. You will not betray me easily.”

After a pause, Qin Feng’s voice turned to ice, each word seemingly tempered like a cold blade.

“But remember!”

“The moment a sliver of dissent arises in your heart!”

“I will immediately sense your betrayal and bring down thunderous suppression upon you and your Night Crow Race People. I will give you no chance to backstab me!”

Hearing this, Liv couldn’t help but tremble. She lowered her head and replied solemnly,

“I understand!”

“Lord!”

[Having felt your powerful methods of mixing grace with might, some of your village leaders have become more loyal to you. The Loyalty of your “Night Crow Tribe” village has increased by 2 points!]

The corners of Qin Feng’s lips curled up slightly. After a satisfied nod, he slowly turned his gaze to the last Ratman envoy—the member of the Golden Deer Tribe who had a bit of a sycophantic air about him.

Brand’s gaze shifted blankly between everyone, his furry ears twitching uneasily. He hadn’t seemed to recover from the earlier confrontation.

’Damn it!’

’What the hell is going on?’

’My goddess, Liv, is actually a traitor to the Northern Ratman Tribes?’

’And she surrendered to this human Lord?’

’Wait!’

’How did Bogard surrender to him too?’

’Those guys from the Bear Tribe are all muscle and no brains, nothing but a bunch of stubborn blockheads, right?’

’How could they actually surrender to a human Lord!?’

’This is bad!’

’That human Lord is looking at me!’

’It looks like he’s waiting for my answer?’

’Surrender?’

’Or not surrender?’

’If I say no, will these Southern Rats loyal to him just swarm me and take me out?’

’Will Liv come to kill me too?’

After a moment’s hesitation, Brand’s previous arrogance vanished. He put away his Bone Blade Weapon and cautiously replied to Qin Feng,

“Lord Tingfeng, this decision is too important. It concerns the future of every member of our Golden Deer Tribe. I must first return to the Golden Deer Tribe and ask for our chieftain’s opinion…”

Qin Feng crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair, and waved a dismissive hand, his tone nonchalant.

“Fine.”

“You may go back.”

“Remember what I just said.”

“I respect the opinions of all you Ratmen. It’s fine if you don’t want to submit to me, but do not provoke me and become my enemy.”

Brand broke out in a cold sweat, intimidated by this powerful, king-like aura. His tone grew even more deferential.

“Understood!”

“Lord Tingfeng!”

“I will relay your words to my people at once!”

With that, at a slight nod from Qin Feng, Brand shot off like an arrow released from a bow, fleeing the reception hall and disappearing into the ink-black depths of the forest.

Bogard, now sitting upright in his seat again, couldn’t help but sneer,

“Pathetic.”

Diablo didn’t say anything, but the disdainful look that flashed in his eyes as he glanced up showed he clearly shared Bogard’s opinion.

Liv was the same.

However, as a northern traitor who had betrayed her oath of alliance, she had no right to pass judgment on Brand, so she remained silent from beginning to end.

Just then, Qin Feng’s palm suddenly slammed down on the long table, startling a few flecks of wax from the flickering candlelight.

“Alright.”

“Forget about him.”

“Let’s continue our previous, unfinished topic.”

“Liv.”

“Tell me everything you know about the Withered Leaf Tribe and the other Divine Chosen Lord.”

“If what you say matches the intelligence Meikai and Yuri have,”

“then at dawn tomorrow, we’ll launch a blitzkrieg. We’ll raid that human Lord’s camp and take care of him and his entire Divine Chosen Army.”

Liv was so shocked she clutched the corner of her clothes.

“Huh?”

“Lord?”

“So soon?”

“Our Night Crow Tribe’s Warriors aren’t ready for battle yet…”

Before she could finish, Qin Feng cut her off with a wave of his hand.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Your Night Crow Tribe’s Ratman Warriors won’t be needed. My Divine Chosen Army can annihilate them on their own.”

“You just need to lead the way for us tomorrow morning.”

Diablo, sitting to the side, lowered his head and asked,

“Lord.”

“Since the other party is a Divine Chosen Lord like you, and also wields great power granted by the Deities… should we perhaps send an envoy to make contact first? We can consider attacking with the main army after confirming they pose a threat to our interests.”

Qin Feng shook his head, his fingertips stroking a gilded wine cup on the table. Its surface reflected his cold silhouette.

“Unnecessary.”

“Meikai and Yuri have already told me.”

“That Divine Chosen Lord once made a suggestion to Folckwin.”

“He suggested that Folckwin take the Withered Leaf Tribe’s Ratman Legion and hunt for other Divine Chosen Lords. As long as they were certain the Ratman Legion could defeat another Divine Chosen Lord’s army, they would slaughter all of the Lord’s troops and subjects, then completely destroy their Lord’s Hall…”

“For people like that,”

“we have no need to waste words on him.”

“Just stomp him to death and be done with it.”

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