The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the trees as Arthur stood over the fallen wolves. Their gray fur was matted with blood, a testament to the fierce battle that had just taken place. As he reached down to touch one of the corpses, a translucent blue window materialized before his eyes.
[Do you want to extract wolf corpse?]
His heart pounding with anticipation, Arthur pressed 'Yes.' Immediately, the wolves' bodies began to glow with an ethereal light, their forms dissolving into streams of golden particles. Where the corpses had lain, neat piles of resources now rested on the blood-stained grass. Another system prompt appeared, its blue text hovering in Arthur's field of vision.
[Congratulations! Wolf corpse extraction successful. You have obtained:
• Meat: 200 units (Fresh quality)
• Wolf Bones (Rare crafting material - Suitable for weapon crafting)
• Bronze Rank Tier-1 Soldier Cards: Wolf Knight × 10]
Arthur's hands trembled as he picked up one of the bronze cards. Its surface gleamed with a metallic sheen, far more impressive than the dull black cards he currently possessed. The wolf insignia etched into its surface seemed to shimmer with an inner light.
"Holy hell," he whispered, his voice thick with excitement. "Bronze rank cards!" He knew the significance of this find – Bronze ranked soldiers were exponentially more powerful than his current Black rank troops. A single Bronze ranked warrior could easily overpower an entire squad of Black rank soldiers.
Without wasting another moment, Arthur sprinted toward the summoning portal that stood at the heart of his territory. The ancient stone structure hummed with latent energy, its surface carved with mysterious runes that pulsed with a faint blue light. With a deep breath, he tossed all ten cards into the swirling vortex at its center.
The portal's usual gentle glow erupted into a brilliant display of bronze light, forcing Arthur to shield his eyes. When the light dimmed, ten imposing figures stood before him. Their armor was a masterwork of craftsmanship – burnished bronze plates fitted perfectly over chainmail, each piece adorned with intricate wolf motifs. Their shields bore the snarling visage of a wolf in mid-hunt, and their swords gleamed with a deadly promise. But most impressive was the aura they emanated – an almost palpable sense of barely contained ferocity, like wolves in human form.
As one, they dropped to their knees before Arthur, their armor creating a symphony of metallic clicks. "Greetings, my lord!" Their unified voices boomed across the clearing like a thunderclap, sending nearby birds scattering into the sky. "We pledge our lives and our blades to your service!"
Arthur felt a surge of pride mixed with responsibility. These weren't just soldiers; they were elite warriors who had chosen to serve him. "Rise, Wolf Knights," he commanded, trying to sound as lordly as possible. "Your enthusiasm serves you well. For now, I have two tasks for you. First, assist the civilians in constructing their dwellings. Then, establish a proper military encampment for yourselves and the other soldiers."
He paused, remembering his existing troops. "You'll find ten Black rank soldiers already in my service. I expect you to work together harmoniously – we're all part of the same pack now."
"As you command, my lord!" They rose as one, their movements fluid and precise, before marching off to their assigned duties.
Once alone, Arthur couldn't help but grin. "Being a lord definitely has its perks," he mused, opening his regional chat window to check on his fellow lords' progress. The translucent screen materialized before him, filled with rapidly scrolling messages:
[RegionalChat]
LordSlayer777: "Just took down a tier-1 goblin! Lost a soldier in the process of killing three of them, and they didn't even drop anything good. What a waste!"
NewbLord42: "You actually managed to kill a goblin? I can't even scratch them..."
DragonHunter: "Bunch of noobs. I've already killed five tier-1 goblins. No good drops, but at least I got some exp."
UnluckyLord: "My talent is absolutely worthless..."
TierlessKing: "Same here. Must be nice having those OP talents..."
GuildMaster_Wannabe: "Hey, what if we low-talent lords formed a guild? We could help each other out!"
The chat exploded with enthusiastic responses, hundreds of "I'm in!" messages flooding the screen. Arthur watched with interest as the less fortunate lords organized themselves. "Using numbers to compensate for quality," he mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Not a bad strategy, actually."
A quick check of the trading center revealed an unexpected opportunity. The demand for meat was skyrocketing, with desperate lords offering increasingly valuable items in exchange for food. Arthur's eyes glinted with opportunity – he had resources others desperately needed.
With practiced movements, he opened his trade channel and listed 100 units of meat, pricing them slightly below market value to ensure quick sales. Then he composed a message:
[Trade Announcement: Arthur's Exchange]
"Attention fellow lords! I'm seeking equipment, treasures, and valuable information. Have something interesting? Message me privately to negotiate. Fair trades guaranteed."
As the messages began flooding in, Arthur smiled. Sometimes the best path to power wasn't through battle alone, but through shrewd trading and alliance-building. With his new Wolf Knights, a stable food supply, and soon-to-be-acquired resources through trade, his territory's future was looking brighter by the minute.
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