I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 201 Giant Wolf Mutation Potion
Inside the manor hall.

Sheryl walked in with light steps.

Her rabbit ears trembled slightly with each step, and a smile graced her face.

"My lord, I have said everything as you instructed."

Sherry bowed and reported to Rhodes.

"Very well, thank you for your hard work."

Rod leaned back in his high-backed chair and praised, "I took a quick look from outside, and your acting is better than mine."

Sherry's smile deepened.

"Thank you for your praise, my lord."

"But I was more genuinely trying to help him."

Xue Rui's eyes were clear, and her words were sincere.
"I really feel that life here is much more comfortable and better than in the mountains."

"And what I said is true, the yak people were indeed saved by you."

"Thank you for your recognition, Sherry."

Rhodes nodded, let out a long sigh, his voice tinged with helplessness.

"But there's nothing I can do. We've known each other for a long time, and you know what life is like here, so you trust me."

"Unfortunately, that lynx-man doesn't know how life is here, so we can only try to help them in other ways."

He turned around and looked at Sherry with some anticipation.

How did he react after hearing what you said?

After a moment's thought, Xue Rui replied, "I think she'll be tempted."

Sherry's tone was relatively confident.
"As a leader of the same clan, I think that would be a good choice."

Rod also felt that life in Frostleaf Town would be better than in the mountains.

But who can know what the Lynx people are thinking?

"Alright, I've done what I needed to do. Go ahead and get busy."

"Yes, my lord."

Xue Rui bowed and stepped back quietly.

Watching Sherry's departing figure, Rod couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He went to great lengths to subdue the Lynx people.

First, he talked a lot of nonsense to lay the groundwork, and then he had the Snow Rabbit give him some pointers from the side.

If Rhodes were to extend the invitation, the other party would certainly not believe it.

Only by having the Snow Rabbits subtly probe and make Vika realize this herself can she understand the importance of these things.

Rhodes didn't have much free time, so he sat quietly in the hall waiting for Vika to make a decision.

There are still many things in the territory that require his attention and care.

As the weather warms up, Rod is worried about his snow wheat field.

He personally led people into the mountains to transport the unmelted snow back to his territory.

Then it is spread layer by layer in the wheat field to ensure that the wheat field remains cold.

Of course, you can't lay too much snow, otherwise too much melting snow will turn the fields into irrigation ditches and the wheat fields into rice paddies.

Fearing that the snow wheat wouldn't ripen before summer, Rhodes personally cast the spell of Nature's Little Trick on it.

This spell can help these seedlings grow quickly, reducing their growth time by about two weeks to a month.

It is only effective on seedlings; once the wheat ears have grown—that is, once the wheat begins to bear fruit—it becomes ineffective.

After all, this is just a zero-ring spell.

Of course, two acres is too much work, and Rod couldn't finish it in a week by himself.

Besides Sao, the other wizard apprentices in Frostleaf Town came to help with the work, including Millie and Franny, the two child laborers.

Starting from the edge of the field, everyone performed magic on the wheat seedlings, looking no different from ordinary farmers.

However, the title of farmer should be preceded by "extraordinary".

Among them, Musen has the fastest spellcasting speed.

Musen also knew the spell Frost Ring, which he cast around the wheat field, freezing the ground within a three-meter radius around him into frost.

Rhodes planned to have Musen cast the spell in the snow wheat field from time to time after the weather got warmer.

"Musen, how's your research on frost runes going?"

During a break in the spellcasting, Rhodes asked Musen a question.

Musen straightened up, looking at Rhodes somewhat embarrassed: "It will take some more time, my lord, that thing is a bit complicated..."

"Keep it up, whether the townspeople can drink chilled ale in the summer depends on you," Rod encouraged.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Musen nodded emphatically.

Frost runes are one of the basic elemental runes; once learned, they can be used to construct freezing rune arrays.

It doesn't need to be too complicated; the most basic magic array is enough to create a refrigerator, or even a cold storage.

Of course, the basic runes are also very complex.

The texture on it was even more complex than the banknotes from Rhodes' previous life. Musen had never encountered anything like it before and could only "gnaw" at it little by little.

Rod didn't urge him or seem too anxious.

Although the ice storage rooms are not as good as cold storage rooms, there is still a sufficient supply of ice.

Rod wanted a refrigerator and a cold storage, mainly for storing food and some special materials.

The wheat seedlings grew one by one, and the last two rows were handed over to Avril to take care of with the two children.

Rhodes then set off for Frostwolf Forest.

With heavy infantry training and equipment on track, Rhodes can now focus on the cavalry.

The armor and horse armor of the heavily armored cavalry were not the problem; the problem was the skilled horsemen and the excellent warhorses.

People need to be nurtured from a young age, and Durant is already dealing with these things.

Heavy cavalry have very high requirements for warhorses, needing specially bred heavy warhorses that are strong, stable, and have high endurance.

Rhodes already has stallions, but breeding will still take some time.

Right now, Rhodes needs to take a shortcut—breeding giant wolves and establishing a wolf cavalry unit.

The savages of the Wolfhooves tribe, whose beast spirits have awakened, are born with the ability to communicate with their wolf companions. Their control, team coordination, and collective charge rhythm are never a concern.

The only difficulty is the awakening of Steppenwolf.

Now that Rhode possesses magic, he is qualified to concoct potions, including the potion that can mutate the giant wolf.

Rhodes came to Frostwolf Forest to obtain the most important materials from the white wolves.

The white wolf cubs are gradually growing up.

But the white wolf still didn't want to leave the forest.

This former count is becoming more and more like his wolfish nature, enjoying spending time in the wild with his pack of wolves.

Rhodes understood; after all, everyone likes to hang out with their own kind.

Therefore, Rhodes did not force him to stay in Frostwolf Forest, where he could also guide and train the wolf pack.

Rhodes also entrusted the mutated black wolf cub to the white wolf, who personally educated and raised it.

In the cabin.

Rod quickly pulled out the hollow bone needle inserted into the white wolf's jugular vein, and then swiftly applied hemostatic herbs to the white wolf's wound.

"Does it hurt?"

Rod asked with some concern.

The white wolf shook its head, its azure eyes calm.

"Your anesthetic is very effective; I only feel a slight pain,"

"If it were before, I would have felt pain."

The white wolf stood up and sighed, "But after becoming the Icefield White Wolf and going through that battle, I rarely feel pain anymore."

"That's good!"

Rod smiled and glanced to the side, saying, "Otherwise, your wife would be watching you the whole time, afraid I'd murder you."

From the moment Rhodes's bone needle pierced the white wolf's neck, the white wolf's wife, Luma, went into battle mode, watching everything intently.

This was after the white wolf whimpered a few times and explained the reason to Luma.

The white wolf turned to look at Luma, walked up to her, and affectionately rubbed his face against hers.

After confirming that nothing was wrong, Luma turned and left.

Of course, Rhodes didn't recklessly bleed the white wolf.

I only smoked a small bottle, about 100 milliliters.

Rhodes is only just beginning to research the potion, so there's no need to extract too much at once.

Once it's truly made, and we have the experience to mass-produce it, we can extract more. Rhodes carefully collected the white wolf's blood, then asked:

"What's the location of those magical beasts?"

The white wolf pricked up its ears and answered seriously, "I found the trail of the giant python in Gray Serpent Canyon, but I didn't find the monster in Ice Spring Lake."

"The Ice Spring Lake is frozen over, the spring itself is still frozen, and there is no sign of any magical beasts there."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"I did smell the presence of magical beasts in the Blade's Edge Mountains, but that place is too far from here."

Rhodes nodded.

"Well, let's ignore those further away for now."

"Ice Spring Lake may just be a legend, after all, many large fish are also regarded as lake monsters."

"You just keep an eye on that giant python."

Rod casually said, "We'll find a chance to get rid of it before the weather gets warmer."

Black Pine Ridge does not need unstable factors to exist.

More importantly, Rhodes's current Hunting Lord talent only includes Beast Killing.

While eliminating threats to the territory, I also unlocked this hunting lord talent.

Snakes typically hibernate in winter to avoid the cold.

But Rhodes didn't know about Warcraft.

Because of their unique physical constitution, monsters do not need to avoid the cold.

However, it may also be sleeping due to lack of food.

These things need to be determined before White Wolf can investigate them thoroughly.

After chatting with the white wolf for a few moments, Rhode returned directly to the manor and began preparing the materials for the giant wolf mutation potion.

……

……

In the icy mountains, blizzards continue to rage.

Hidden in a dense cedar forest, in an inconspicuous cave.

A dozen or so lizardmen leaders sat together, their faces fierce.

Inside the cave, the campfire leaped, casting distorted shadows on the rough stone walls with its crimson light, as terrifying as an evil spirit.

"That human lord is provoking us!"

A tall lizardman chieftain slammed his hand on the stone table, the dull thud echoing through the cave.

His eyes burned with fury, and the scales on his face trembled slightly with agitation.

"We must retaliate and wipe them out!"

His words were echoed by the other lizardman leaders.

"Not just that one human lord, but all the other human lords!"

"They've been roaming the edge of the Icefield Mountains, attacking several of our camps in succession!"

Another lizardman stood up. "We're going to hunt them down, crush their bones, and throw them into a pot to make soup!"

"The important thing is that they destroyed many of our sacred sacrificial sites!"

The tall lizardman's gaze swept over everyone. "They are preventing our Lord from awakening. This is unforgivable!"

"Yes!"

"This is blasphemy against our Lord!"

……

The crowd was in a frenzy, and the temperature inside the cave even rose due to the lizardman leader's anger.

"Ah."

A cold laugh suddenly interrupted the discussion.

Sitting at the end of the table, the lizardman with a hideous scar on his face spoke coldly.
"How to fight back?"

His voice was hoarse, grating like ice shards rubbing together.
"Because of your foolish decision to arrogantly wage war against the Seals, our warriors are now struggling on the shore!"

The scarred lizardman's eyes sharpened. "Just yesterday, the Ice Clan ambushed us from the northern flank, and we suffered heavy losses!"

"Because of you bunch of idiots, the Seal People and the Snow Clan have joined forces to attack us!"

"All our warriors are fighting these heretics, and even the guards here have been reduced by half!"

The scarred lizardman questioned coldly, spittle flying everywhere.

The other leaders remained silent.

The only sound inside the cave was the crackling of the campfire.

Because everyone knows that the battle has now reached its most critical moment.

If they show the slightest hesitation, the sealmen and the ice tribe will surely launch a fierce counterattack.

All the advantages they had gained would vanish.

More importantly, the Ice and Snow Tribe worships the goddess of nature and frost, and is mortal enemies of the Lizardmen.

The lizardmen act in the best interests of their tribe in their wars with other tribes.

The hatred between the Ice and Snow Tribes is an irreconcilable war of faith.

No one dared to speak recklessly anymore.

Ultimately, they could only turn their attention to the end of the cave.

There was a chair made of bones, and sitting on it was a gaunt old lizardman with purple scales.

It was their great shaman.

The reason all the lizardman tribes united under the Bloodscale tribe was because of the existence of this old shaman.

The great shaman gave them endless hope, allowing them to return to the wings of faith.

The high shaman remained silent as well.

The cave fell into a deathly silence.

Only the crackling sound of flames licking the firewood echoed in the cave.

"Don't let anger cloud your judgment."

"We can't deal with the human lords for now; we need to take care of all the snowmen and sealmen."

After a long while, the high shaman spoke with a solemn expression.

The tall lizardman looked nervous and was about to say something when the great shaman stopped him with a gesture.

Those fingers were withered and dry, yet they carried an imposing majesty that immediately silenced the towering lizardman.

"But we need to speed things up; my lord cannot wait much longer."

The high shaman hesitated for a long time, as if he had made a major decision.

"Now bring all the corpses to me, and I will perform a blessing ceremony."

The high shaman's hoarse voice faded, his eyes flashing with an eerie purple light.
"Bring me those hybrids who most want to join the Bloodscale Tribe and crave honor."

"I will create a powerful army for you that will make all other races fear you."

The lizardmen leaders were suddenly stunned.

They looked at each other, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

"You intend to use the power of death? That...that's forbidden!"

A lizardman leader asked in a trembling voice, "You...you can control it?"

"We can't worry about that now."

"No one can stop the resurrection of our Lord; even the forbidden will tremble under our Lord's wings."

The high shaman's tone was firm, exuding an unquestionable authority.
No lizardmen dared to object anymore, fearing they might offend this being who could communicate with the divine.

"Yes, Great Shaman."

The leaders responded in unison, their voices filled with awe and fear.

"Besides, since those lynx people have already failed, there's no point in keeping the rest alive,"

The high shaman once again extended his withered finger, pointing it at the scarred lizardman.

"Take your men and kill all those lynx people. Bring them back as ingredients for blessing."

The scarred lizardman, who had previously looked aloof, immediately sat up straight, stood respectfully, and bowed his head in response.
"Yes, Your Excellency Great Shaman."

The high shaman nodded, and the scarred lizardman sat down.

"Go and carry it out."

The high shaman slowly stood up, leaning on his staff.
"Remember, all for the resurrection of our Lord."

"For the resurrection of our Lord."

(End of this chapter)