Building A Human Empire By Creating A Clan [EN]: Chapter 35

“Uwaaaaaaaagh!”

The Orc lifted a human leg and roared.

The battle was over.

It ended as the sun turned yellow and slowly began to set.

The victor was, predictably, the Steel Mist Tribe.

Even though they were outnumbered, they were a different race altogether.

The strength of each individual was beyond the reach of mere humans.

Of course, it wasn’t without damage.

Their numbers, which had reached ten thousand, were now only a few hundred.

‘Huh?’

The Orc tilted its head.

‘Are there fewer of us?’

Was the human resistance that fierce?

It felt like there were unusually few of his kin left.

Why are there so few left? Just as he was pondering this…

Thwack!

The Orc’s head fell to the blood-soaked ground.

Behind it, Calliope held a blade with not a single drop of blood on it.

“A, a scary human…”

Calliope turned away.

Pinto was collapsed among the piles of corpses.

His body, stained with red and green blood, was devoid of energy.

Several daggers were embedded in his abdomen, shoulder, and chest.

Death was rapidly approaching, and blood flowed from his mouth.

“So, this was the plan.”

Edar walked towards him.

“While we were fighting… you thinned them out…”

While he was being taken down by a goblin, he saw it.

Edar’s subordinates were taking out Ugdash’s tribe members one by one.
Pinto clearly saw them taking down the monsters who were slaughtering humans, unaware that they were being targeted.

“Keuk!”

And now, he had dealt with the remaining tribe members.

“A mere… human, using other races, killing other races, I have never seen or even imagined a human like you in my life…”

He strained his neck to meet Edar’s gaze.

“Even a tyrant wouldn’t be like you. What are you trying to do?”

“I will overturn the old system and create a new world and era.”

At those words, Pinto chuckled.

“An arrogant fool… Do you believe a single loach [a type of freshwater fish, used here as a metaphor for insignificance] entering the sea will make a difference?”

“I don’t believe, I know.”

Edar smiled.

It was a completely different smile from the sneer Pinto had given.

The smile was filled with unwavering confidence.

“Because I’ve already done it many times.”

Done it?

“Your gold will become the foundation for that path.”

“That’s my gold, you bastard! Keuheok!”

Pinto vomited blood.

His blood circulated rapidly due to the intense emotions.

He couldn’t bear it, even knowing that it would hasten his death.

He reached out with all his might to grab Edar.

“My… gold…! You dare touch… Eok!”

Thud!

His body, leaning forward, lost its balance and collapsed.

‘My money… my money!’

His life had been consumed by gold.

Gold he had accumulated by selling out his own people without a shred of guilt.

It was already unfair to leave it behind, but it would become a foundation?

‘How did I collect that money!’

The achievements he had built up throughout his life would ultimately be used for the one who killed him.

An unbearable sense of rejection and resentment boiled within him.

But he couldn’t even utter a curse.

“—! ———!”

His collapsed head was submerged in a pool of blood.

The blood from the pool was entering his nose and mouth.

His heart was pounding madly because he couldn’t breathe.

As his heart beat faster, the bleeding intensified.

“···! ······! ······.”

Edar looked down at him and threw the finished cigarette.

The merchant’s body, hit by the cigarette, trembled and then stopped.

Death arrived for the one who sold what should not have been sold.

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“Reporting. Ten minor injuries, four major injuries, seven deaths.”

I received the report on the results of the battle that stretched from Nerup to Northern Wallachia.

‘Fewer casualties than I thought.’

With nearly 30,000 kills, only seven deaths and four major injuries.

It was a result that would be hard to criticize even if I said there were no casualties at all.

Although it’s quite painful for me, who has few subordinates.

‘And their levels went up too.’

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Mado Scholar

Griff

Lv. 60

Rank: B

Trait: [Subordinate]

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Griff’s level increased, albeit by only 1 level.

Calliope and Gerhard remained unchanged.

The subordinates below them gained 3 or 4 levels each.

“I feel a little stronger, or maybe not.”

Griff playfully raised his clenched fists and flexed his biceps.

Gerhard scoffed at the sight.

‘With this, the North has become a no man’s land.’

I thought as I looked at the corpses scattered across the land.

Most of the nobles of Northern Wallachia died here.

The entire clan, including the lord and vassals, was wiped out.

There was no one left to rule, defend, or invade the territory.

Now, I could conquer the North one by one as if taking a stroll.

‘Other regions won’t have the leeway to interfere either.’

There’s no way they could conscript so many troops from the barren North.

Clearly, the vast majority were mercenaries gathered from all over Wallachia.

In a world where levels exist, the existence of mercenaries is a class in itself.

Not a job, but a privileged class with the power of levels.

Those who have the opportunity to become actors on the stage of war.

‘Because level 1 or 2 farmers can’t be the main players in war.’

So many of them died.

Even if I only count the humans among the corpses scattered here, there must be at least 20,000 bodies.

It’s not like they’ll suddenly come back to life with a flash of light from the sky.

The mobilization capacity throughout Wallachia would have drastically decreased.

Even if I invade the North, it will be difficult for other regions to check me.

‘Did I increase the land by several times in an instant again?’

From the Nerup Plains to Northern Wallachia.

I barely managed to hold back a sigh.

It wasn’t always good to have more territory.

‘Even if I develop the Great Plains right away, I won’t have enough hands, let alone the Nerup Plains and the North.’

At least Northern Wallachia was land where people could live.

The Nerup Plains were only fit for cockroaches like Orcs and Goblins.

A trash land where humans cannot survive without external support.

I didn’t want such land, but I had taken it.

I was troubled and perplexed by the difficult situation.

– Edar, son of Seodret.

A voice echoed in my head.

Calliope immediately moved to my side and looked at the sky.

A hawk was flying overhead, bathed in the sunset.

– The Deliberative Assembly condemns your violation of the covenant. The Deliberative Assembly has summoned an envoy to question you about your violation, and you must defend your sins.

I knew the owner of that solemn voice.

‘Ailettrione.’

The last Dragon Lord in this world.

Lv.90 Golden Craftsman Pasimea

– Edar, son of Seodret.

– You crossed the Nerup Plains without permission.

– Also, you fought with the Steel Mist Tribe without permission.

– Also, you annihilated Ugdash and his relatives without permission.

– Also, you falsely claimed to be a chieftain, leading a group and invading the human realm.

– This is an act that violates Mishu’s covenant [a sacred agreement or treaty] not to interfere in the human world. You must defend this before us.

Calliope gripped an arrow and looked up at the sky.

I grabbed her hand and shook my head.

“Are you telling me to appear before the Deliberative Assembly?”

– That is correct.

“Then is it right now, Ailettrione?”

The hawk was silent.

He must have been surprised that I knew his name.

I smiled and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case.

I waited, tapping it on the palm of my other hand without lighting it.

– As I heard.

Dragon Lord, Ailettrione.

His familiar [an animal or spirit believed to act as a guide or protector] landed on a flat stone.

I met his eyes in the air.

His eyes were bright yellow, like a snake.

“I wouldn’t have heard good stories.”

The hawk’s mouth moved as if a person were speaking.

“The fact that the person who spoke badly is still alive also means that they are strong enough not to be killed.”

There was mockery in his voice.

It wasn’t mockery directed at me.

It was mockery directed at the Deliberative Assembly.

“I will answer your question by saying wait. A majority of the ambassadors must be convened to handle the agenda. I will inform you again when the time comes, so wait.”

“I will.”

“I will wait, expecting you, who deceived the young ones. Human Edar.”

The hawk spread its wings and flew away.

Calliope narrowed her eyes as she watched it.

“Who is it?”

Griff asked.

“Ailettrione, the Dragon Lord.”

“A dragon?”

“Yes.”

“No wonder he looked so strong.”

Griff exaggeratedly trembled, pretending to be scared.

Gerhard clicked his tongue and frowned next to him.

“There is no existence stronger than a Lord in this world. If there is, it would be the Evil Dragon Tiamar, sleeping at the end of the human world.”

I can’t feel it now because of the Iron Man’s effect.

But in my past life, I felt pressure even from that familiar.

Because he was a strongman worthy of the title of Dragon Lord.

Even the familiar possessed that dignity.

My subordinates must have felt the pressure I felt back then.

“There’s nothing to worry about.”

I put my hand on Calliope’s shoulder and patted her.

She was staring at the place where the hawk had left.

Her expression remained unchanged, but her thoughts were filled with worry.

I smiled at her as she looked at me at my touch.

“Because he won’t fight us.”