"Yanila was taken down with a single strike!"
"The power of the Wizard is truly terrifying!"
The nobles in the city exclaimed in awe, marveling at the scene before them.
"Roy's close combat skills are getting stronger!"
Andov and the others also clearly felt his rapid progress.
In that brief moment, Yanila's spear was broken, her shield pierced, and her Combat Aura was torn apart like paper by an even more formidable force!
This was truly the power of one overwhelming ten!
The speed of that strike was so fast that they couldn't even see it clearly, and its momentum was far beyond what an ordinary person could handle.
Putting themselves in her shoes, they concluded that even if they were fully equipped with Enchanted Items, they might still suffer the same fate.
They couldn't help but be shocked by Roy's progress.
He had only recently become a Wizard!
His strength had practically doubled?
But they quickly realized that this was the difference in their stages of advancement.
The leap in power at the Wizard level was terrifying in the eyes of an apprentice!
"Oh, Lord Roy..."
Mnites gazed at Roy, who was wiping his spear, with a look of infatuation on her face.
The captain of the guards, Atedia, looked at Roy with deep respect.
It was noon, and the bright sunlight shone down from above, making Roy, with his long hair, appear even more heroic and extraordinary.
She was almost intoxicated by him.
"Damn... it!"
Yanila lay on the ground, twitching but not unconscious.
She even struggled to her feet, clutching her bleeding body, trembling slightly, wanting to fight again.
But after a moment, she finally lowered her steel spear and had to admit, "I lost..."
"Since you admit your defeat, then according to your tradition, swear your loyalty to me and acknowledge me as your master.
The entire Blood Mane Tribe will also submit to me."
Roy turned his head and tossed her a bottle of apprentice-level weak Healing Potion.
"I, Yanila, submit to Wizard Roy... and lead the Blood Mane Tribe to pledge allegiance!"
Yanila caught the potion and eventually knelt on one knee, solemnly swearing.
...
"This is great, Yanila has submitted, and the Blood Mane Tribe will also join our ranks. You'll immediately have a tribe of nearly a thousand people at your disposal."
Not long after, Roy had Yanila taken away for treatment.
He then gathered his team members for a small meeting.
Andov and the others were overjoyed, discussing the matter excitedly.
This meant that the newly advanced Wizard had finally gained his own territory and influence in this unfamiliar Otherworld.
"The southern barbarians number over a million, and the Blood Mane Tribe led by Yanila is just one of them, with a relatively small population."
Roy, however, remained very calm, analyzing the situation they would face next.
"That's true. I've heard their tribes range from a few hundred to several thousand or even tens of thousands...
If it weren't for the accurate intelligence provided by Lord Flosf and the personal intervention of Tinas, it would have been difficult to track them down.
Because in most cases, they come and go like the wind, looting and then fleeing."
The others also calmed down and agreed.
"So, stabilizing the southern region is still a long way off."
After some thought, Roy knew he couldn't possibly devote his limited time and energy to these mundane affairs.
I'm not here to be a colonial lord and play simulation games.
"Next, contacting the Blood Mane Tribe and dealing with other tribes will be up to you.
I've been ordered by my teacher to stay in Scarto for a while.
But my main responsibility will be managing the quarry in the Tata Mountains and the task of supplying Golem Stone."
...
For the next half month, Roy released Yanila to gather her tribe and prepare for submission.
Atedia was quite wary of this and advised, "Sir, those barbarians don't understand etiquette or laws, and they might not keep their word.
If they surrender and then rebel, it would be a complete disgrace to your honor!"
"No worries, I'll just step in and subdue her again if that happens."
The methods of Wizards are beyond ordinary understanding. He had secretly placed an Arcane Imprint on Yanila and even tested the skin patch method used by "Ah-Dai."
With such confidence in his abilities, he remained calm and composed.
Atedia had no choice but to worry herself, keeping a close eye on things and sending people to investigate.
As a result, after more than 20 days since Yanila left, by late September, she returned as promised with warriors from her tribe to pledge allegiance.
"Could it be that she had already planned to surrender and then come to eat and use your resources?"
Atedia was stunned by this thought, which seemed absurd but was highly plausible.
"This is normal. According to the information my teacher gave me, the small tribes she leads suffered a severe snow disaster last year.
Large areas of pasture and hunting grounds were devastated, and without raiding, they simply couldn't survive.
I promised to provide food for her entire tribe.
So besides her own tribe, she can also contact a few other tribes, using barbarians to control barbarians."
Roy spoke unhurriedly, still full of confidence.
This was mainly because the southern strategy mentioned by his teacher had finally been decided.
Essentially, it was the "using barbarians to control barbarians" approach he just mentioned.
Wizards aren't particularly interested in such marginal colonies, nor do they have the patience to manage them.
It's the apprentices who have the time and energy to spend on the lord game.
But apprentices haven't transcended the mortal realm, so their capabilities are quite limited.
...
A few days later, Atedia came to report, "The quarry manager has arrived."
This was someone sent by his teacher from the capital. Roy didn't want to handle mundane affairs himself, so he would inevitably rely on this person.
So he summoned him.
When the person entered, Roy realized it wasn't a local native or a human from the Wizard World, but a short, dwarf-like goblin.
He was dressed in a respectable gentleman's suit, wearing a top hat, and a monocle decorated with a gold chain on his right eye.
After entering, he removed his hat and bowed, introducing himself, "I am Gold, a servant of the great master Flosf, a High Goblin."
"A High Goblin?" Roy was slightly intrigued.
Actually, goblins are just another term for goblins, just a different translation.
Typically, they are considered a lowly, weak, yet highly prolific magical creature that many intelligent beings across various planes and worlds find quite annoying.
However, there was an exception in this regard—a world that once gave rise to a goblin empire with an advanced technological civilization.
Although that goblin empire eventually declined, the goblins who emerged from it were known as High Goblins, the natural nobility of their kind.
They often served various powers as merchants, servants, or stewards, a far cry from their intellectually inferior goblin relatives.
(End of Chapter)