Final Lord

Chapter 283 William Fenrir

"Plop!"

"Fellow citizens! Today I am here to ask the Spirit Spring Messenger to infuse the fields you have cultivated with life!"

Under Wang Bufu's control, the Spirit Spring Guardian knelt on one knee, its emerald palm sinking into the newly sown furrow. Its body grew paler and smaller.

But the fields that it blessed are full of vitality.

In an instant, the sound of tens of thousands of tender shoots breaking through the soil merged into a magnificent symphony, and the crisp sound of wheat stalks splitting open was like popping beans.

In just a few moments, the wheat in the field skipped the germination stage and sprouted tender shoots.

Wang Bufu's pupils were fixed on the countdown of the Guardian's [Life Aura] cooldown timer, and a grander picture had already emerged in his mind—just one hundred and twenty such Guardians could enable ten thousand acres of farmland to achieve day and night rotation, and with the Mushroom King producing mushrooms, it would be enough to support the food supply of an army of one hundred thousand.

The foundation for mass production of troops has been laid; the next issue is troop availability.

Increasing the population through the reproduction of human subjects within a territory is a long-term plan and cannot cope with the fierce battles that may occur in the short term. It is necessary to have a means to replenish soldiers in the short term, and to do so in two ways.

A batch of werewolf cubs from the Werewolf King's Shield have been summoned and are being raised in the New Gru Territory. It will be difficult for them to quickly form a fighting force.

It's more efficient to steal or deceive people than to cultivate them yourself.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Bufu found the blind cat.

Wang Bufu's gaze fell on the blind cat, a slight smile playing on his lips. He spoke slowly, his voice deep and seductive:

"Blind Cat, would you be interested in coming down to the underworld with me?"

Blind Cat's ears perked up suddenly, and his thin fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on the staff. A suppressed gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he had choked on his breath by the sudden surprise.

"My lord, what do you mean?"

“Bring some of your cavemen fellow villagers over, whether you capture them or trick them, it doesn’t matter,” Wang Bufu added casually, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, making a dull sound. “Of course, if they’re willing to follow you, that would be even better.”

These words were like a spark, instantly igniting Blind Cat's ambition. His brain automatically translated Wang Bufu's command into a more enticing version—he, Blind Cat, could finally build his own tribe and become the chieftain of the cavemen!
"Lord, my lord!" Blind Cat stammered excitedly, his hunched body trembling with excitement. "I'm willing! I'll definitely bring back lots and lots of cavemen!"

Wang Bufu nodded in satisfaction, casually pulled a yellowed sheepskin map from the table, and lightly tapped a certain spot with his fingertip.

"Let's go here."

When the blind cat got closer, he gasped – the location was clearly marked "Marquisate of Blancolin," the territory of the human nobles of the Eagle Kingdom!

"Where are the cavemen here? Are we supposed to conquer this territory and rescue those caveman slaves?"

“Of course not.” Wang Bufu shook his head. “If we really did that, the Duchy of Eagles would definitely be in trouble. I’m talking about the underground territory of Marquis Blancolin.”

“Few people know…” Wang Bufu’s voice was low and mysterious, as if he were telling a long-buried secret, “Beneath the territory of the Marquis of Blancolin lies not ordinary soil, but a complex underground labyrinth—called the Minotaur Labyrinth…”

As Wang Bufu slowly unfolded, images appeared in the blind cat's mind: deep, winding tunnels, damp, cold rock walls, and terrifying creatures lurking in the darkness!
"The rulers of the Minotaur labyrinth are the ferocious and brave Minotaur race." Wang Bufu's fingertip traced across the map, as if outlining the contours of the underground world. "They occupy the richest mineral veins and underground lakes, enslaving weaker races, including dwarves, goblins, underground rabbit people, and of course, cavemen like you."

"It's a minotaur!" Blind Cat's breathing quickened, and his teeth ground together involuntarily.

He was all too familiar with the brutality of the minotaurs—those monsters with curved horns would chain cavemen and force them to mine ore. If they slacked off even slightly, they would be whipped until their skin was torn and their flesh was ripped open. They would even eat the cavemen as food!
Compared to the minotaurs, humans are as gentle as cavemen's good friends.

Wang Bufu's fingertips slowly moved across the sheepskin map, the candlelight casting eerie shadows in his sunken eye sockets.

“The Minotaur labyrinth isn’t just inhabited by minotaurs.” His voice, like a spring seeping into a crevice in the rocks, carried a chilling allure. “Deep within the labyrinth, overgrown with fluorescent mushrooms, cave spiders weave silver webs strong enough to snap iron chains. And there are shadow-scaled reptilians who can stop breathing and hunt silently, secreting neurotoxins on their claws that can disembowel their prey while the prey remains fully conscious.”

I want all of these powerful units!

If we can acquire them, they will become a subordinate race to your cavemen.

"Lord Lord!"

The blind cat's thin body suddenly tensed up, like a fully drawn bowstring. His hunched back burst forth with astonishing jumping power, and he leaped onto the cold stone bench, his jagged kneecaps striking the ground with a dull thud.

The dim candlelight cast his shadow on the stone wall, twisting it into the shape of a drawn dagger.

His fingers dug into the edge of the stone bench, his knuckles turning white from the force, and with each bounce of his Adam's apple, he forced out a hoarse roar: "I have to go! Please—"

Suddenly, the blind cat bent down, his forehead almost touching the tip of Wang Bufu's boot, his spine curving into a humble arc: "—Let me go with you!"

This impressive bow startled Wang Bufu, and he understood the blind cat's desire to strengthen the cavemen.

"Heh." Wang Bufu chuckled lightly: "Go, gather your troops, and then inform Mair that we will depart in three days."

"Yes!"

Wang Bufu stood in the temporary council hall of the City of Life, his fingertips lightly tapping the rough wooden table, the glow of the fire casting flickering shadows in his deep-set eyes.

The problem of manpower has been solved, but a city cannot function solely through swords and brute force. He needs a meticulous governance system, an administrative machine capable of implementing his will in every corner.

"I need to go to New Gru to borrow someone."

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The interior hall of the New Gruyet was brightly lit, and young William Finnil was hunched over his desk, his quill scratching across the parchment. His desk was piled high with files, each marked with precise data and annotations.

"William."

A deep voice suddenly sounded behind him. William looked up sharply, the tip of his pen spreading ink across the paper.

(End of this chapter)