Chapter 117 Matthew's Expectations

  April 13th.

  The third day of establishing the ogre camp!

  Dark Forest, Troll Valley.

  A gentle drizzle of misty rain fell tinuously.

  A veil of mist covered the entire valley.

  Occasionally, pierg howls echoed through the fog, carrying the eerie cold uo the Dark Forest.

  The bed tree trunks glistened slightly, as if they were breathing again after soaking up the moisture.

  From the buried pits, resilient pnts were already sprouting tender shoots from the ed-up earth.

  They greidly, greedily soaking up the sunlight in the absence of tall trees above, flourishing quickly.

  "Owo, one!"

  The ground trembled slightly.

  These bright green shoots swayed gently, seemingly weling their arrival.

  Over 100 soldiers marched forward in perfeison.

  More than 500 wagon drivers anxiously sed their surroundings, rexing slightly only when they saw the unburned remains of the trolls.

  Over 50 wagons loaded with supplies struggled through the muddy roads.

  And this was just the first batch of supplies; hundreds more wagons were being loaded up to follow.

  Along with the voy came adventurers filled with curiosity.

  The first wave of adventurers who had ventured into Troll Valley, those who survived, had made a killing.

  Attracted by the huge profits,

  Adventurers who had reached Level 5 and earned over 50 tribution points from Bay Territory were reanizing into teams and joining the expedition.

  With over a thousand people, including four to five hundred armed forces, the oninant troll tribe of Troll Valley was thhly crushed, leaving them free to roam.

  They entered no danger on their journey and safely arrived at the ogre camp.

  This only boosted everyone's fidence!

  At least, Troll Valley wasn't as dangerous as they had imagined!

  Soon, many began eagerly discussing how to make a fortune in Troll Valley!

  After all, yesterday, Alice's adveeam had been personally ended by the lht before their eyes.

  Each member received a valuable ented piece of equipment.

  Everyone was green with envy!

  The ground at the entrao the ravine, littered with troll bones, left every adventurer in disbelief.

  "Were they all killed by fireball spells?"

  "That's right. Look at the fractures in the bohey were torn apart by sheer force..."

  "You tell from the marks on the ground. Was it really over a hundred fireball spells cast all at once?"

  "Very likely. I 't even begin to fathom how powerful that mysterious are master must be..."

  "Don't think too much about it. With the are master's sweep, that troll tribe won't be able to resist anymore. We should start moving..."

  "Exactly. Before Alice's team returns, we should take advantage of the time!"

  "You're right... Wait… What's that?"

  "Is that... ogres?"

  "Yes, those are ogres, and they've already been tamed!"

  The tall Beelzebub walked over with some sentries and exged a few words with Leon, the leader:

  "These ogres are already aced to work, but we must still forbid others from iing with them."

  "Also, make sure the adventurers don't start digging."

  Knowing what y underground, Leon nodded silently.

  He looked at the female ogres wielding axes, diligently chopping wood, and couldn't help but be amazed.

  "I hought it would actually work... Did the are master really pull this off with are methods?"

  "I wonder if the lord pns to add these ogres to the battle ranks as well."

  "If they could also be traihat would be quite something..."

  After letting his mind wander for a moment, Leohe voy toward the troll camp.

  Beelzebub chatted with him while giving an overview of the camp and the surrounding area as they made the final handover.

  He would soourn to Bay Territory to carry out the training tasks assigned by the lord.

  "The barbarian soldiers have impressive physical talents, but their ck of systematic training and bat skills prevents them from fully utilizing their potential..."

  Beelzebub was tempted by this opportunity and could sense an underlying message in the lord's words:

  "The lord trusts us greatly and hopes to entrust us with important responsibilities."

  "The lord values us highly, without distinguishing us from others..."

  Thinking this over, Beelzebub couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

  He watched Leon, uhe guidance of Old Vilge Chief Field, anizing patrols, establishing rules for the adventurers, and discussing the development of the camp.

  Beelzebub listened carefully, abs as much as he could about ma and anization.

  Now, Beelzebub uood why, despite their strength, the barbarian tribes had never been able to defeat the Eastern Empire over hundreds of years.

  "Perhaps the war has already been lost..."

  With that thought, Beelzebub solidified his resolve, letting go of distras and fully itting himself to Bay Territory.

  There was a brighter future here!

  The two groups pleted their handover.

  The potential soldiers, led by Leon, would be stationed in the dangerous Troll Valley.

  Not only would they guard the troll camp, but they would actively hunt down the remaining trolls and dangerous magical creatures.

  Matthew had high hopes for them, hoping they would hoheir skills, gain battle experience, and rapidly improve their strength.

  Led by Beelzebub, the barbarians, along with the well-pensated adventurers, began their journey back to Bay Vilge.

  Stories of wealth needed more "advertising"!

  By noon,

  Hundreds of elderly vilgers pushed food carts, weaviween fields and meadows.

  "Lunch time!"

  "Take a break!"

  The rich smell of food filled the air, apanied by cheerful shouts, spreading across the ft pins.

  The farmers, who had been hard at work all m, gathered with smiles.

  They chatted about the details of the m's work while asking what meals were being served today.

  Every face shoh hope for the future.

  The entig smell of food spread across the fields, briefly bringing peace to the busy ndscape.

  A group of soldiers emerged from the nearby Dark Forest, drawing curious gazes from everyone.

  The barbarians in the group eagerly raised their heads and waved, excitedly expining to the crowd:

  "It looks like it's Beelzebub's team..."

  "And there are adventurers with them. Judging by their smiles, they must have made a lot of money..."

  "I've heard many adventurers have struck it rich..."

  "Adventurers may earn more, but they also face far greater dahan soldiers..."

  "That's true. The lord treats soldiers very well—there's no doubt about that..."

  "It's a shame I haven't been able to meet the standards after months of training..."

  "Theraining for a few more months."

  "Haha, that's true!"

  FAL