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

Chapter 156 Another Way

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The following morning, in the manor hall.

"I heard you gave the forest a new name?"

Rhodes examined the wolf's hooves before him, his voice cold as he questioned.

Wolf Hoof knelt down without hesitation.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I shouldn't have named the forest without permission!"

"You reacted quickly enough."

Rhodes looked at Wolf Hoof and said calmly, "But your mistake wasn't naming the forest, it was naming it without my permission."

Rod naturally didn't care about a name.

He never liked naming things; he wished the people would name the surrounding areas well so that everyone would agree.

However, this must be discussed with Rhodes.

On the one hand, this is a sign of respect for the lord; on the other hand, Rhodes also needs to mark it on the map.

Otherwise, what is the point of naming a territory?

"You are right, Your Majesty."

Wolf Hoof lowered his head, not daring to look Rhodes in the eye.

“I know you come from the mountains and don’t understand these things, but this is the last time. From now on, you must ask for permission before making any decisions.”

Rhodes stared at the wolf's hooves and said, "Alright, tell me about the white wolf you mentioned."

"My lord, the white wolf is called the Icefield White Wolf. They originally lived near the Icefield Mountains."

Wolfhoof quickly explained, "White wolves are very intelligent magical beasts, and they are huge, making them perfect mounts."

If we can reach an agreement with it, our wolf pack will become incredibly powerful!

“It seems you know a lot about the White Wolf,” Rhodes said.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wolfhoof added, "In our tribe's legends, the white wolf is the most suitable companion."

"Legend has it that each member of our tribe once owned a white wolf, forming a powerful Icefield White Wolf Cavalry. At that time, we were the most feared warriors in the entire north."

Rhodes had heard the White Frost Prophet tell tales of the wildlings.

At that time, there was no Shattered Rock Empire; the entire north was ruled by savage tribes who obeyed the orders of the Great Chieftain.

The Beast Spirit Tribe is known for its powerful warriors, while the Nature Spirit Tribe is known for its prophets and witch doctors.

But then, one day, both the beast spirit warriors and the prophet suddenly felt their power draining away.

The beastmen warriors lose their ability to fight alongside their companions, the prophets lose the guidance of their ancestors, and the witch doctors find it difficult to cast spells.

Without the protection of a powerful force, the savage tribe lost its status and was attacked from both sides by the alien race and the Rockbreaker Emperor. In the end, they scattered and hid in various mountains, barely surviving.

Therefore, Rhodes believed Wolfhoof's words to some extent.

Rhodes was a little confused.

"Didn't you say the white wolf lived near the Icefield Mountains? Why is it here?"

Wolfhoof hesitated for a moment, "I don't know either, Your Majesty. But it's not surprising, given the cold weather, the white wolf may be wandering around the wasteland."

"They only like to stay on the ice field in the summer."

Rhodes did not agree with Wolfhoof's answer.

Would such a magical beast easily leave its territory?

Rhodes didn't think anything was going on; something must have happened in the Icefield Mountains.
"So what kind of help do you need from me?" Rhodes got straight to the point.

"Although we already have partners, I still hope you can help us hunt this white wolf."

Wolf Hoof raised its head, its eyes hardening. "It would be best to tame it and let it live in the wolf enclosure. That way, it can mate with other ordinary wolves and produce more white wolves."

Wolf Hoof paused, then added with some struggle, "Even if it's hunted without being tamed, its flesh and blood could very well help other Steppenwolves evolve."

Since acquiring a wolf companion, Wolfhoof has developed a fondness for wolves, which can be considered a case of loving the house because of the wolf.

"okay."

Rod didn't think too much about it and readily agreed.

Rhodes usually grants requests that can improve the territory's strength.

"Then you go and keep an eye on that white wolf, make sure it doesn't run away. The hunting team needs to prepare some materials."

Capture and hunt are two completely different things.

And since this white wolf is a magical beast, we naturally need to be even more cautious.

Rhodes will still need to use some anesthetic drugs, and this time the purity will definitely be increased.

After all, they were facing a powerful monster, and a normal dose might not be effective at all.

Rhodes stood up and instructed Wolfhoof, "Also, tell Raine everything you know about the White Wolf."

"Yes, Holy Lord."

Wolf Hoof bowed deeply in respect and then withdrew.

Rhodes directly instructed Luna to prepare the potion.

Around noon, Lawrence came to report.

The slaves from Hanqiu Village have been escorted into the town.

Rhodes instructed Lawrence to arrange for the ordinary people to be summoned, only Musen and the blacksmith and carpenter.

The three were quickly brought before Rhodes.

Musen had seen Rhodes many times and was used to it. The blacksmith and carpenter looked reserved and bowed repeatedly.

“Well done, Musen, you have earned my approval.”

Although Rod's voice was calm, his eyes were full of approval.

Rod looked at Musen, and he was genuinely happy.

Given Musen's exceptional talent, Rhodes believed he would be the first wizard apprentice to emerge from the ranks of commoners.

Now that Musen's family is all in Frostleaf Town, Rhodes can focus on nurturing him without worry.

Musen lowered his head, his hands clasped tightly in front of his chest, trying hard to control his excited emotions.

“Starting tomorrow, you will learn to read and write like the other children. Once you know most of the words, I will teach you new ones.”

Rhodes gazed at Musen and solemnly promised...

"As for your parents and sisters, I will have Lawrence arrange suitable jobs for them."

"Thank you for your generosity!"

Musen's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly bowed, his body almost bent at an acute angle.

Musen's voice trembled slightly with excitement: "Rest assured, my lord, I will always obey your orders."

"Okay, I believe in your loyalty."

A faint smile appeared on Rod's lips.

Then, Rod turned to look at the carpenter and blacksmith standing beside him.

Both of these craftsmen are quite old.

The blacksmith, a sturdy middle-aged man, stood there, while the carpenter had some gray hair. The two of them were as nervous as children.

"You too."

Rod's voice was as gentle as possible.
"Our Frostleaf Town will treat every talented person with kindness."

"You two will receive better treatment, and your families will be taken care of. You just need to work at the blacksmith's shop."

"Thank you, sir."

The blacksmith and the craftsman exchanged a glance, and a smile finally appeared on their faces.

“However, things are different here than elsewhere; you two will both need to learn some new things.”

Rod suddenly became serious: "I'm never stingy with money when it comes to people who work hard, but I can be just as ruthless if you have other plans."

“Your Earl Falcon is dead, so it’s best not to have any bad thoughts.”

"Yes, sir, please rest assured!"

The blacksmith and carpenter nodded repeatedly, then their eyes widened in surprise. The blacksmith's voice trembled, "You mean Earl Falcon of Eagle Ridge is dead?"

"Yes, it's said he was stabbed to death."

Rhodes observed their reactions; news of Gunle's arrest hadn't yet spread.

This also proves that their soldiers are very tight-lipped.

Rod told the two men to stop having unrealistic ambitions and to work diligently.

"Work hard, there's more hope in Frostleaf Town than in your little mountain village."

Rhodes offered a few more words of encouragement and then instructed Lawrence to take the carpenter and blacksmith away and make arrangements.

As for Musen, he was directly sent to school to learn to read and write.

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three days later.

The sky was exceptionally clear and bright after the snow.

The figures of frost and lightning streaked across the sky, leaving two graceful arcs against the azure backdrop.

These two wyverns have been staying in Frostleaf Town and haven't ventured out to train for a long time.

Rod led them, and they seemed unusually excited, constantly tumbling and diving in the air, as if celebrating their newfound freedom.

Rhodes estimated that the temperature in the northern wasteland was already minus twenty degrees Celsius, but this did not affect the two bipedal dragons soaring in the air at all.

Upon reaching the outskirts of Frostwolf Forest, Rhodes called the two little ones back and assigned them tasks.

Following Rhodes's instructions, they darted back and forth in the sky above the forest, searching for the white wolf's trail.

Are you sure this white wolf is in this Frosty Forest?

Rhodes asked the wolf hoof beside him.

He frowned, rubbed his hands together, and occasionally breathed on them to warm himself up.

Given the weather in the Northern Wastes, Rhodes really didn't want to go out.

Frost and Thunder searched the air for more than half an hour, patrolling the entire forest, but still did not see any trace of the white wolf.

Although the forest is vast, with the eyesight of a two-headed dragon, it shouldn't be unable to find its target.

"It should still be there, Holy Lord."

Wolfhoof was also a little uneasy, explaining, "Our scouts spotted it in the forest yesterday, tearing at a wild boar."

After saying that, Wolf Hoof added,
"The Frostwolf Forest has plenty of food and no enemies, so that white wolf shouldn't leave this place."

There are many wild animals in the forest, but even a grizzly bear is no match for a white wolf.

"Hmm, then it might be hiding in some cave."

Rod pondered.

That white wolf was hunting yesterday, so it probably won't be hunting today, right?
"Sir, let's warm everyone up with this fire, and then go straight in to search for the White Wolf."

Frost and Thunder couldn't find any trace of the white wolf in the cave from the air; they still had to rely on the hunting team.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Wolfhoof and Rain responded, and then everyone gathered dry branches to prepare for a fire.

However, at that moment, Frost suddenly flew back.

It called out twice to Rhodes, emitting a low hiss, stretched its neck toward the northwest of the forest, and then flapped its wings and took off.

"Looks like you've found your target."

Rhodes casually tossed a large piece of jerky to Frost, who caught it in one bite and swallowed it whole.

"Assemble the team and follow Frost!"

At Rhodes's command, everyone threw down the firewood they were holding and followed the wyvern forward.

Soon, Thunder seemed to have spotted White Wolf and flew back to join Frost.

Guided by the wyvern, the group continued their journey.

Before long, Rhodes saw a giant silver wolf guarding the mangled carcass of a wild deer in the valley, warily observing its surroundings.

After finding nothing amiss, the giant wolf continued dragging the deer carcass along.

Rod couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing that his earlier assumption was clearly wrong.

This white wolf has a huge appetite; it was hunting yesterday and it's still hunting today.

Of course, Rhodes didn't pay much attention to such things, but instead carefully examined the giant wolf.

This giant wolf is nearly two meters long and has a shoulder height of 1.3 to 1.4 meters, making it far larger than ordinary wolves.

Its silvery-white fur shone brightly in the sunlight, and its claws and fangs were stained with the blood of wild deer, making it look like a cruel, bloodthirsty, yet noble prince.

Wolfhoof is right. This kind of white wolf is indeed suitable for being kept as a mount. Its size and presence are comparable to warhorses.

Without hesitation, Rhodes issued the order.
"Raine, you take the first hunting team to intercept them from the front, and Uss will take the second team to flank them from the rear."

Rhodes stared at the white wolf in the distance. "Spearmen, go to the other side and surround it."

Rhodes brought forty men with him this time, including two hunting teams and thirty spear throwers.

Everyone was fully equipped, with grappling hooks, nets, and all sorts of other gear.

Hunting a white wolf is different from capturing an ordinary wild wolf; it's a real challenge.

If the white wolf possesses intelligence, Rhodes estimates it would be difficult to trap it.

Therefore, Rhodes decided to use poisoned arrows to incapacitate it before capturing it.

Of course, the arrows are specially made needle-shaped arrowheads, not cone-shaped arrowheads.

Without the barbs on both sides, it can be easily pulled out, causing only minor superficial wounds to the white wolf, not fatal ones.

"Try to avoid the white wolf's vital points."

Rhodes raised his voice and instructed, "Be careful to dodge its ice spikes. Don't try to take them head-on; those are spells with special effects."

"Don't get frozen, or you'll lose half your life."

We are all ordinary people, without any magic resistance, and we are completely unable to withstand those magical damages.

Rhodes didn't want anyone to get hurt while hunting the white wolf.

The hunting party members were all his precious darlings.

"Yes, Lord Lord!"

Everyone answered in unison, their faces filled with seriousness and focus.

"action!"

At Rod's command, everyone immediately began to move, quickly circling around the white wolf.

This wasn't the first time the hunting party had done something like this; they were very experienced and even more professional than a well-trained army in this regard.

However, the white wolf was more vigilant than expected.

Before the hunting party could even get within a hundred meters of it, the white wolf had already sensed the danger.

It dropped its prey and stopped moving forward, raising its head with blood dripping from its mouth as it warily observed its surroundings.

The white wolf's nose twitched slightly, as if it were sniffing out the scent of enemies in the air. Its muscles tensed, and it entered a battle state.

"It is not just a magical beast."

Rhodes stared at the white wolf, muttering to himself.

Those deep, icy blue eyes were fierce yet resolute, clearly displaying human intelligence and emotions.

This is what a real Warcraft should be like.

"Notify everyone that no one is to take any action without my order."

Rod suddenly changed his mind.

Perhaps we should try a different approach with this white wolf.

"Let's go, Wolfhoof, let's go and meet this monster."

Rhodes stood up abruptly, stepped out from behind the boulder that had been hiding him, and faced the white wolf directly.

(End of this chapter)