Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
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Sean could not understand them at all.
Only a handful of Kobolds knew how to speak Common and it was obvious that these three inferior Kobolds were not included.
The Kobolds were a sentient race that had just begun its primitive society and they possessed their own language. Their language was rather simple, which suited their inferior intellect. Due to their small brain capacity and lack of knowledge, they found it hard to understand an advanced and complex language such as Common.
Only the smartest of their race, the Shamans could understand a small portion of it.
Sean did not understand the Kobold language.
However, Sean was not dumb.
He understood the instant he saw the scene. The war horn in his hand had come into effect!
“Hmm, why don’t the three of you go back in and push out three carts worth of minerals for me!” Sean ordered.
He felt like slapping himself the instant he gave his command.
How could these three Kobolds understand his words?
However, what happened next stunned Sean.
He did not know why, but the three Kobolds ran in immediately. One of them even chattered about.
“”[email protected]￥@#…￥%*”
As a precaution, Sean climbed up a huge tree at the side.
Thanks to this healthy tree and its dense branches and leaves, Sean was completely hidden. It would be impossible to spot Sean if one did not pay a closer look.
One could not help but be impressed. A Kobold’s strength and endurance seemed to be limitless when it was riled up.
Fifteen minutes later, the three Kobolds each pushed out a cart filled with minerals as they charged towards Sean. Behind them were a bunch of Kobolds, pushing out carts of minerals as well.
Sean was completely dumbfounded.
Never in his dreams had he imagined that the three Kobolds would lead so many Kobolds over.
However, ecstasy soon could be seen on his face.
There were at least ten carts!
Although the Kobolds’ carts were only one-third the size of a human’s, the amount was still quite large since there were at least ten of them.
This was basically wealth landing in his laps!
Additionally, Sean finally had a better understanding of just how valuable the war horn in his hand was. In fact, he had no further desire to use the war horn and decided to carry the carts back himself.
It should only be used at the most critical moment!
However, he had no choice but to use it again or the Kobolds that were not hypnotized would certainly charge at him and rip him into pieces when they saw his human form.
Hence, Sean sounded the war horn once more and shouted.
“My friends! Leave the carts you’re carrying and run in the opposite direction! Run straight towards the coast! We need to engage in battle now! Our first target is those damned Murlocs! Kill the Murlocs! Defeat the Murlocs! Let’s conquer all of Westfall!”
The Kobolds cheered in unison under the influence of the war horn as they charged towards the coast.
That day, a huge war erupted.
That day, there was a river of blood.
That day, the number of Kobolds in Jangolode Mine dropped by a third.
That day, the Murlocs by the Gold Coast encountered the most terrifying ambush and lost half of their numbers.
That day, war cries shook the sky and the citizens of Westfall lived in fear.
That day, the guards of Sentinel Hill gathered together and entered level-one alert.
That day, the Defias Brotherhood held an emergency meeting and all its leaders were present.
That day, Sean’s earnings were off the charts.
Sean put away the Kobold War Horn without any hesitation the instant the Kobolds turned around and rushed towards the coast. He picked up the minerals in the carts with both of his hands and placed them into his spatial bag.
As he finished throwing all of the minerals into the spatial bag, Sean picked up a cart and placed it into the spatial bag as well.
Then, a problem arose.
The spatial bag was full!
Sean had no choice but to convert the cart into Garrison Resources.
There were only three carts left after converting some ten carts into four points of Garrison Resources. Sean then started feeling tired. He had no choice but to place the three carts onto the shredder, driving it back to Saldean’s Farm.
After hiding the three carts in the warehouse, Sean was physically and mentally tired and immediately went to bed.
It had been a long time since he slept this soundly. He even had a good dream. He dreamt that he really had become the leader of the Kobolds, the general of an endless Kobold army that had toppled the Alliance’s power in Draenor and Argus. He then led his armies to fight against the Pantheon and the Burning Legion…
Then, he woke up.
Sean opened his sleepy eyes and was greeted with a pair of concerned eyes.
Sean rubbed his eyes. It was Old Saldean.
Old Saldean was incredibly excited as he kept dancing about.
“Old Man Saldean, are you high on drugs?” Sean asked.
“Pfft, you’re the one who’s high on drugs! Get up now and follow me to meet Marshal Gryan Stoutmantle! He’s a very authoritative man and Westfall’s legend! If it wasn’t for Marshal Gryan Stoutmantle standing up to the Defias Brotherhood when the latter were wreaking havoc and setting up The People’s Militia at Westfall’s Sentinel Hill to protect Westfall, we farmers wouldn’t be living this comfortably right now!”
Old Saldean’s face was filled with respect whenever he mentioned the name Gryan Stoutmantle.
‘Gryan Stoutmantle?’
‘Who’s that?’
‘Wait a minute…’
‘The People’s Militia at Westfall?’
‘Gryan Stoutmantle?’
‘Oh, so it’s him!’
Information regarding Gryan Stoutmantle gradually surfaced in Sean’s head.
Meanwhile, Old Saldean was busy chattering about beside him.
As he pieced the information together, a figure appeared in Sean’s head.
Gryan Stoutmantle. He was the classic example of a Paladin and a member of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Gryan was credited for his effort back when he fought against Lordaeron’s Scourge army.
Gryan Stoutmantle was already quite old back then. The war had fatigued him greatly and he decided to return to his hometown, Moonbrook in Westfall, prepared to spend the rest of his life there.
He had never once mentioned his glorious and amazing past to anyone. All he wanted was to live the rest of his life peacefully.
However, the Defias Brotherhood was already terrorizing Westfall. They had even teamed up with the Goblins, Gnolls, and Kobolds to rob traveling merchants, terrorize farms, and rob the nation’s gold ores. They had even taken over Stormwind City’s trading hub in Westfall, Moonbrook after the garrison had left.
Coincidentally, Moonbrook was also Gryan Stoutmantle’s hometown.
Old Gryan had been determined to stay away from war. Furthermore, he alone would not be able to face the entire Defias Brotherhood. Hence, he decided to not make any moves. What was important was that he hoped that the nobles from Stormwind City would send a team of elites to deal with the Defias Brotherhood so that peace could once again return back to Westfall.
The Westbrook Garrison, which was located in Elwynn Forest was a few days trip from Moonbrook. There, Stormwind City’s elite troops were stationed along with a huge number of mechanical weapons made by the Dwarves. It would be a piece of cake if they were to face off against the Defias Brotherhood.
After all, the Defias Brotherhood back then was still a group of homeless masons.
However, Old Gryan was incredibly upset with reality.
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