I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 133 Inheritance Pearl
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Follow in the footsteps of the White Frost Prophet.

Wolfhooves leader walked along, constantly observing the scenery of Frostleaf Town.

He had never seen what a town in the Shattered Rock Empire looked like, and his heart was filled with curiosity.

So when he saw Frostleaf Town in Rhodes, he was as shocked as a poor man entering a noble garden for the first time, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, almost forgetting to breathe.

Although the Wolfhoof leader was born a savage, he was more intelligent than the average savage.

What shocked him most were the crowds who were still busy in the winter.

In the tribe, people stay indoors during the winter to conserve food.

Staying inactive and lying in bed reduces heat loss; sometimes, one meal a day is enough.

Only able-bodied men who go out to find food will eat their fill every day to maintain their strength and be able to move around.

This isn't just the case for the Wolfhooves tribe; many wilderness tribes are like this.

Inside Frostleaf Town, figures moved back and forth.

It wasn't just men; many women were also busy outside, and some even strolled around after eating!
This scene was simply unimaginable to the Wolfhoof leader!
How much food is being wasted!

He became increasingly convinced of what the White Frost Prophet had said—this was the land of the Holy Lord!

It is worth mentioning that this time, the White Frost Prophet and Us came to negotiate, and only a minor conflict occurred between the two sides.

The Wolfhooves tribe chief did not put up much resistance, because, to be honest, they were too hungry to resist.

Every winter, people in the savage tribe die; this is an unavoidable natural law.

But when the Wolfhoof leader saw that the White Frost Prophet and the savages were all dressed in thick animal skins and furs, he was completely stunned.

They all had rosy complexions and were full of energy, clearly living a very good life.

Unlike his people, who could only barely survive by gnawing on some dried meat and eating nuts like chestnuts every day.

At that time, the Wolfhoof chieftain thought that joining the Frost Prophet's tribe might be an option.

Unexpectedly, the White Frost Prophet and his tribe had already completely submitted to the Lord of the Holy Land.

"stop looking."

The White Frost Prophet offered a soft reminder, his eyes gleaming with wisdom.

“Remember what I said: when you see a saint, you must maintain a sense of respect and awe.”

"You must have heard of His Holiness's prophecy, right? There must be legends about His Holiness circulating in your tribe, right?"

The White Frost Prophet's tone was somewhat serious.

"Remember not to be rude, otherwise I won't be able to help you, and your people will still go hungry."

"We don't want to see this outcome."

"But...but will our Wolfhoof tribe be torn apart?"

A worried look appeared on the face of the wolf-hoof leader.

The Wolfhoof leader has inquired about this over the past few days.

After those savages pledged allegiance to the Holy Lord, they no longer live together and no longer live as tribes.

"With the Holy Lord's protection, do you still need a tribe?"

The White Frost Prophet demanded firmly, "Tell me, is the Lord of the Holy Land greater than our ancestors?"

"Yes of course."

The wolf-hoof leader lowered his head, his voice becoming respectful.

"Legend has it that the Lord of the Holy Land was once the master of all our ancestors and ruled over all our wilderness tribes."

"With the Lord of the Holy Land here, is your so-called tribe still important?"

The White Frost Prophet's tone carried a hint of arrogance.

"We are all under the protection of the Holy Lord, and we no longer need to be divided into tribes. Just like our ancestors, we can gather together and form the most powerful wilderness tribe!"

"Do you know what this is called?"

The White Frost Prophet asked.

The wolf-hoof leader shook his head slightly.

A pious expression appeared on the face of the White Frost Prophet.
"The Holy Lord said, 'When all rivers converge, they create a vast ocean,' do you understand?"

The wolf-hoof leader's eyes lit up, and he nodded solemnly in response.

"But these are all your ideas right now."

The White Frost Prophet abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning slightly cold.

Whether His Holiness accepts you or not is another matter.

As they spoke, the White Frost Prophet and Us led the Wolfhoof Chieftain to the manor gate.

The guards went in to report, and it was only after a while that they were allowed to enter the manor.

Inside the hall, Rhodes was already seated in the main seat, scrutinizing the newcomer.

Wolf Hoof glanced at it, then quickly lowered its head again.

He saw the handsome young man's fair face, but felt a faint sense of fear in his heart.

"Good day, Your Majesty."

The White Frost Prophet bowed deeply in utmost respect.

"this is?"

Rhodes raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the unfamiliar savage leader.

"Auras, leader of the Wolfhooves."

The White Frost Prophet introduced himself, his voice clear and respectful.
"He is pleading for your protection on behalf of the Wolfhoof tribe."

"Great Lord of the Holy Land, the Wild Mountain People greet you."

The wolf-hoof leader knelt on the ground, his forehead almost touching the earth, his voice trembling and devout.

Rhodes nodded slightly, looking expressionlessly at the savage chieftain kneeling on the ground.

"I am now only willing to protect those tribes with pure hearts, those tribes that are willing to give to me and that are of value to me."

"Rhodes said calmly. This wasn't because Rhodes was being arrogant."

After Manshu sent more than 400 slaves last time, the population of Frostleaf Town has exceeded 2,000.

The town gradually became more populated and was no longer as empty as before.

The grain that Rod prepared was estimated to be enough to feed only about three thousand people by the time of the autumn harvest next year.

If we're a bit stingy, we can probably barely support 3,500 people.

Therefore, when Rhodes wants to take in more people, he must consider many factors.

Of course, if they were all citizens of the Empire, Rhodes would be willing to accept them.

But Rhodes naturally had to consider how much benefit these savages, who had language barriers, could bring him.

"Tell me, what is your value?"

Rhodes made no attempt to conceal his purpose and asked directly.

Rhodes' words made the Wolfhoof leader's heart tighten, and his face turned slightly pale.

He quickly replied, "We have very few elderly people, and many strong adult men."

The White Frost Prophet added from the side, "It should be eighty-four people."

"We have 109 women."

The wolf-hoof chieftain continued to report on the composition of his tribe.

"What about your children? How many children do you have?"

Rod narrowed his eyes and asked the crucial question.

"perhaps……"

The Wolfhoof leader looked at the White Frost Prophet, who answered for him, "Seventy-four."

The wolf-hoof leader has a common savage trait: he can only count to twenty.

"Well, you don't have many children."

Rod looked slightly surprised, his brow furrowing slightly.

“I only allow women in the tribe to have a second child after they have given birth and have rested for several years.”

The wolf-hoof leader explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

"This will reduce the pressure on the tribe, and the women will have more time to rest and recuperate."

Rhodes was somewhat surprised to hear this, and his impression of the Wolfhoof leader changed.

They also possess some wisdom, understanding how to command their people to overcome certain human desires and how to control population growth to adapt to limited resources.

"That sounds alright... but how are you different from the other tribes?"

Rod gently stroked the armrest of the seat with his fingers, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"The White Frost Prophet said that there are many other savage tribes in the Blade's Edge Mountains."

"Compared to other tribes, what advantages do you have that I should choose you?"

"Because our tribe has the ability to tame wolves."

The wolf-hoof leader straightened his back and answered firmly.
"Our Wolfhoof tribe has werewolf blood."

"Oh? A mixed-race person?"

Rhodes looked at the White Frost Prophet with curiosity.
"Did you encounter wolves from the Wolfhooves tribe?"

Before the White Frost Prophet could answer, the Wolf Hoof leader spoke first: "Our wolf-taming skills have been lost for many years."

"Then what are you talking to me about?"

Rhodes frowned and asked coldly, "Are you kidding me?"

Rhodes stared at the Wolfhooves leader, his tone turning serious: "Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty the Great Holy Land."

The wolf-hoof leader, with a solemn expression, quickly took out a white bead from his pocket and respectfully presented it to Rhodes with both hands.

"This is the heirloom of our tribe."

The wolf-hoof chieftain explained, "Each generation of leaders or chieftains in our tribe can gain the ability to activate their bloodline power by comprehending this inheritance pearl."

"Once you possess that ability, you will be able to awaken the beast-taming power of your people."

"That way, the people of the Wolfhoof tribe can possess the innate ability to tame wild wolves."

Rhodes was skeptical. "So it seems you haven't acquired that ability?"

"Yes, Great Lord of the Holy Land."

The wolf-hoof leader's expression was slightly bitter.

"But what I said is true. Great Lord of the Holy Land, our Wolf Hoof Tribe even had wolf riders at its peak!"

"Wolf riders?"

Rhodes smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of disbelief.

"How can a wolf's frail body support a person's weight, and how can it be used as a mount?"

The Steppenwolves of the Northern Wilderness are larger, but still not larger than large dogs; the largest are only similar in size to Tibetan Mastiffs.

Would you use a wolf like that as a mount?
Gunther could sit on them and kill them!
“Your Majesty, it is a mutated wolf.”

The wolf-hoof leader explained,
"After being tamed, some wolves will also gain the power of awakening. They will become giant wolves, possessing a certain level of intelligence, as long as a horse, and extremely fierce."

"The giant wolf and its lord are of one mind; they possess immense power,"

"We once became the most powerful tribe with the help of wolf riders, but later the skill of taming wolves was lost, and our lives have become increasingly worse..."

The wolf-hoof leader's voice grew softer and softer, tinged with a sense of desolation.

Rhodes, however, became interested, his gaze falling on the white inheritance orb.
"But what's the use if you can't awaken?"

"You are the lord of the Holy Land, and you will surely gain the ability to activate your bloodline!"

The wolf-hoof leader answered with a serious expression:

"And our Wolfhoof tribe will rise to power once again under your protection, and open up new territories for you!"

(End of this chapter)