The night of celebration finally came to an end.

  At dawn the next day, the village chiefs led their people back to their villages one after another. The demi-humans gradually dispersed, returning to their familiar places.

  Martha and a few companions clung to Draven, sleeping in a mess, completely abandoning their previous vigilance.

  The psychological battle had completely reversed—the situation was now firmly under Draven's control. He even put on a spectacular show of a bear-riding warrior for Viola and the others.

  He thoroughly shattered their will to resist. All opposition crumbled instantly like walls destroyed by a storm.

  Since returning to their villages, Sethric and Goldmanes officially announced their decision to join Black Flag Territory. Both tribes were unusually calm, with no voice of opposition.

  Sethric understood in his heart that this was no coincidence. The silence of the Rhinoceros Men was closely tied to the actions of Alaric and Ayla.

  Black Flag Territory had long dissolved the Rhinoceros Men's resistance with the lure of delicious food. From the very beginning, the werewolf leader had been planning to exploit this.

  He looked at his tribe members' joyful faces, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth revealing a bitter smile.

  The calm of the Golden Monkey tribe seemed even more natural. The old chief was gradually aging, and a new leader had yet to emerge, leaving the tribe's future uncertain.

  Now that they had a reliance, this was a ray of hope for them. Especially since they no longer had to migrate far, which was truly comforting.

  Watching the increasingly aged Aurelings staring at their weathered older brother, he understood that this was the old monkey man's last effort for the tribe.

  The old monkey man sighed deeply and whispered a prayer for the gods to bless the Golden Monkey tribe with long-lasting peace and health.

  Far to the south, Tauren Torvald also knelt down, hands clasped in prayer. However, the god he prayed to was the statue shrouded in an evil glow.

  The radiance obscured the statue's true face, but Torvald felt immense power flowing into his body, firmly believing he was offering his devotion to a true god.

  A dark-skinned blood elf with pointed ears quietly stood behind the statue, wearing a satisfied smile. Who would have thought that this Tauren from the north had also earned the recognition of a true god?

  Ronan watched Torvald with great anticipation, knowing that once Torvald completed this baptism by the god, he would gain a powerful ally.

  Only then would the blood elf kingdom he dreamed of finally become a reality.

  Further south in the elven kingdom, Icehawk spread his wings and gracefully soared through the sky once again.

  A letter from the pocket dimension contained not only Sylvia's deep longing but also important intelligence: the blood elves had dispatched an ogre legion moving northward, their target being the territory of the succubi.

  Sylvia stood atop the high tower, silently praying. Her werewolf leader was stationed within the succubi's territory.

  Draven had often asked her to transform into a succubus's form, and at moments of deep passion, he would even unconsciously call out Selene's name.

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  That guy, who wouldn't even spare a giant bear, made Sylvia both angry and pitying.

  She recalled Liliana's complaints in her letter, her cheeks flushing slightly as she exhaled softly. Then, she instinctively touched her lower abdomen, silently warning her child never to be like Draven when they grew up.

  At this moment, Draven was still completely unaware that he had already become a bad example in the eyes of his offspring.

  The experiences at the celebration banquet allowed him to touch a new level of power. After a whole night of intense fighting, he was still full of energy the next day.

  Standing on the city wall, Draven's gaze swept over the now much emptier villages.

  At dawn, besides the village chiefs bringing back their people, some female slaves and the elderly and weak had also been taken away according to prior arrangements.

  The population in the villages suddenly decreased, and the burden was accordingly eased. This was good news for Village No. 2, and the other villages also became more stable as a result.

  The elderly and weak took care of logistics—cleaning, preparing food, and even assisting with patrols and sentry duties.

  Under the work-point system, they could support themselves without issue. The presence of female slaves also served as a direct incentive for the villagers.

  However, the Leopard tribe took back male slaves.

  When Draven got up, Titus had already left with Thalia to go hunting.

  At this moment, only Thorin stood guard on the city wall. As a high-ranking leader, his presence there seemed somewhat wasted. Draven planned to transfer him to Village No. 5, which was the territory of the Golden Monkeys.

  Furthermore, the area adjacent to Village No. 5 was reaching a point where it required more thorough exploration.

  Draven gave Thorin a brief nod and instructed him to first hand over his duties to the Black Tiger people under his command. Among the Black Tigers he brought, two were bloodline warriors—enough to guard Village No. 2.

  Don't forget, besides Draven himself, Village No. 2 also had a large group of Violet Carpenter Bees brought by Liliana. A leader of Thorin's rank was not essential there.

  Not just Thorin—following the submission of the Rhinoceros Men and the Golden Monkeys, personnel arrangements in Black Flag Territory also needed adjustment.

  That afternoon, Sethric and Goldmanes each led teams and tacitly delivered their tribes' younglings and supplies simultaneously. The number of escorts was exactly the robust amount previously agreed upon.

  Draven sent Viola with the female slaves to settle the younglings and supplies of these two tribes.

  Then he led everyone into the council hall. Waiting for them were not only Thorin of the Black Tigers but also Martha and Elira.

  Last night's celebration had made everyone familiar with each other. Draven did not need to make lengthy introductions and directly began assigning tasks.

  The two hundred strong warriors brought by the Rhinoceros Men were all placed under Martha's command and dispatched to the fortress construction site.

  Draven gave a strict order: the first phase of building the section of the city wall at the canyon entrance had to be completed before winter, with a height set at five meters.

  Even without this batch of newly joined Rhinoceros Men, Martha had long resolved to complete this project.

  Upon hearing this news, she beamed with joy, blinking her almond-shaped eyes and casting a meaningful glance at the werewolf leader.

  Draven smiled knowingly, aware that now was not the time for flirtation.

  Having witnessed the bear-riding warrior, how dare you be this bold? he replied with a provocative look.

  He cleared his throat lightly and made a suggestion to the Rhinoceros Men leader.

  Regardless of gender, Rhinoceros Men were tall and powerfully built. Draven hoped Sethric would send more female tribespeople to be stationed at Village No. 2 to speed up road construction.

  This would not only help the tribe earn more work points but also make it easier to care for the younglings with females settled in the village.

  Sethric readily agreed and immediately promised to arrange it upon returning.

  However, this meant that apart from Sethric himself, most in Village No. 6 would be elderly and weak.

  Although Ayla and Alaric led the core forces, the overall strength was still insufficient. This was also why Draven had summoned Elira.

  He instructed her to dispatch one hundred Leopard tribe members to Village No. 6, placing them under Sethric's management and merging them with Alaric's hunting team.

  On one hand, he wanted to disperse the Leopard tribe's power; on the other, he hoped Alaric's team could learn more hunting skills from the Leopards.

  Sending out a hundred tribespeople was no big deal for Elira.

  The voluptuous and beautiful Leopard woman smiled and nodded as if she would gladly accept whatever request the werewolf leader made.

  Draven forcibly suppressed the strange feeling rising in his heart.

  He always felt that Elira of the Leopard tribe seemed to be deliberately seducing him...