Chapter 143: A New Home
Beelzebub was ecstatic, fondling his new weapon, another Slaughter!
Although it was also a replica, its high level of craftsmanship still placed it in the high-tier category.
It was another weapon left behind by Blood-Handed Kahn.
What fascinated Matthew the most was how the now taller Beelzebub effortlessly wielded one Slaughter in each hand, swinging them with remarkable skill.
Matthew patiently inspected Beelzebub's attributes.
Name: Beelzebub-Altai
Class: Level 11 Warrior
Talent: Frost Giant Bloodline LV1, +10 to maximum health, +2 to constitution, +2 to strength.
Feats:
High-tier Feat - Mastery of Large Weapons: Mastery of large weapons allows for greater destructive force, +3 to damage, +2 to checks.
High-tier Feat - Dual-Wielding Two-Handed Weapons: Able to wield two-handed weapons in each hand, proficiently mastering dual-wielding.
Mid-tier Feat - Weapon Control.
Mid-tier Feat - Power Burst.
Mid-tier Feat - Mastery of Defense.
Low-tier Feat - Battle-Hardened Veteran.
Low-tier Feat - Commanding Operations.
Inheritance:
High-tier Inheritance - Endless Rage: Draws rage from battle and killing enemies, significantly increasing damage and attack power, +10 to damage, immunity to mid-tier mind spells!
Attributes:
Strength: 28
Agility: 12
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 10
Perception: 12
Charisma: 11
Luck: +4 (Fortunate Star)
Evaluation: Perhaps his greatest strength is his luck!
"Beelzebub awakened the Frost Giant Bloodline?"
"That's a rare and valuable trait! Could other barbarians also possess such potential?"
"Even if not, with Beelzebub as a seed, there's no fear of not spreading and cultivating this..."
"Two new high-tier Feats... if the mid-tier warriors of the territory could learn them, their strength would greatly increase again..."
"Not bad, Beelzebub's got quite a lot of good things—this deal is well worth it..."
Stroking his chin, countless thoughts flashed through Matthew's mind.
A small smile crept onto his face as he looked at Beelzebub with newfound ideas.
Beelzebub, who had progressed in all attributes, sensed the deep, penetrating gaze of the Arcanist and felt a chill down his spine.
Despite feeling unnerved, he forced himself to ignore it.
He wasn't stupid—he knew the changes in him were thanks to the Arcanist's intervention.
"As long as it improves my strength, I wouldn't mind being used as a test subject by the Arcanist..."
Clearly, the grim tale of the trolls had already spread throughout Bay Territory.
However, since the test subjects were the hated trolls, everyone found it gratifying.
Ignoring Beelzebub's wild speculations, Matthew smacked his lips thoughtfully once everyone's luck had returned to normal:
"It seems like they don't plan to continue making moves..."
"Using Blood-Handed Kahn and these experiment subjects was rather interesting..."
"That's fine—the territory can continue its 'low-profile' development."
"But now that they've made their move, next time we recruit people, we should advertise it well."
"..."
After everyone had busied themselves throughout the morning and just finished breakfast, they were startled by the commotion outside.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The synchronized sound of marching immediately caught everyone's attention.
They saw a troop of several hundred soldiers, marching in formation.
Their movements were perfectly in sync, even across uneven mud, maintaining impeccable order.
Their imposing presence surpassed any army the onlookers had seen.
"Whoa, are these Bay Territory's soldiers?"
"Haha, that's right. Pretty impressive, huh?"
"How did they manage that? It's not just for show, is it?"
"For show? If the thousands of trolls they killed and defeated heard that, they'd crawl out of their graves in rage..."
"Thousands of trolls? Are those the ones we're supposed to catch?"
"Yep, the ones with a bounty of 50 gold each!"
"..."
The adventurers were abuzz with conversation, their tones filled with shock and curiosity.
They couldn't believe that such an imposing army could be found in the remote eastern province of the Netheril Empire.
Naturally, the new adventurers, who had harbored some sneaky thoughts, were now behaving obediently.
Though the powerful and mysterious Arcanist was intimidating, he likely wouldn't pay attention to small fry like them.
But with Bay Territory's soldiers being so formidable, they'd have no trouble keeping the adventurers in line.
When it came to managing adventurers, Matthew had a wealth of experience.
Behind the soldiers, a caravan of 200 wagons approached in perfect order.
They carried a vast amount of supplies, including food, weapons, medicine, and clothing.
The largest portion of the supplies was building materials.
The civilians who arrived with the convoy demonstrated astonishing construction skills that shocked everyone.
In just an hour, they had built a temporary warehouse to protect the supplies from the elements.
All the goods delivered by the Thorn Merchant Caravan were safely stored inside.
At that moment, everyone understood.
Adam Smith's command to build the camp wasn't solely for defense against the upcoming enemies.
But seeing how much Bay Territory was willing to invest in building a temporary camp with so many resources and manpower...
Everyone was now utterly convinced of Bay Territory's wealth.
The newly named Murloc Camp saw Matthew leave behind 200 soldiers to defend it and 1,000 construction workers.
This place wasn't just going to be a camp—it would become a fortress for Bay Territory, standing tall in the Misty Marsh.
The rest of the group set off toward Bay Territory.
Compared to just a day earlier, everyone now had greater hope and excitement for the future in Bay Territory.
The territory's military strength guaranteed their lives would at least be secure.
While everyone imagined Bay Territory to be a massive fortress filled with military camps and soldiers in training...
They passed through a dense reed field and were greeted by vast, cultivated farmlands.
Neat square rice paddies irrigated by the Silvermoon River sparkled under the dazzling sunlight, reflecting a stunning gleam.
Strong oxen worked the fields, turning the soil over.
A reclamation team of over 4,000 people was hard at work surrounding the fields.
Ambitiously, they aimed to cultivate even more land to claim as their own.
Looking beyond the flat, picturesque fields, a grand city stood peacefully on the banks of the Silvermoon River.
Gazing at the towering gray city walls, everyone was overwhelmed with excitement.
Here, they had found their new home!