Eternal Night Knight

Here is Felen.
In this world, myriad intelligent races nurture the tree of life, with humans merely on the ascent.
Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Demi-Humans, Sea Elves, Merfolk—all inhabit their secluded island cities, while the wilderness teems with settlements of Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs, Jackalweres, Gnolls, and diverse Monster Tribes.
Each intelligent race meticulously tends to their affairs for survival and the perpetuation of their kind.
From the Fairy Wilderness to the Shadow Plane, the Ether Plane, and the Starry Realm—countless planes entwine with the Material Plane, blending seamlessly.
In their God Kingdoms, the Gods scheme and vie for worship, manipulating all beings as pawns in their cosmic game.
Within the depths of the Hell Abyss, devils and demons whisper, lusting after mortal souls.
An ancient evil lies dormant, awaiting the world's descent into another cycle of chaos.
The echoes of the Giant Empire still resonate across this ancient land.
The colossal shadows of Giant Dragons still darken the skies of this realm.
Gaven, the Legendary Warrior reborn, assumes the mantle of Fate Reshaper, threading through the fissures of destiny. With his prophetic foresight, he charts a careful and strategic path, shaping a future of his own making and averting impending tragedy.
Gaven embarks on an unorthodox journey of magic farming—Gnolls mine for him, Fairies tend his fields, and Giants lead his charges. For indeed, Magic Farming is the true road to supremacy.
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In this Lord's tale of Magic Farming, the narrative may unfold slowly, so please extend a measure of patience and support.
Preparation is extensive, with a swift writing pace, ample drafts in reserve, and an unwavering commitment to integrity.

Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

The current Blood Claw of the Blood Claw Tribe, looking at the scene below, felt a sense of pride and satisfaction.


A large number of Goblin Servants were gathering swiftly at the Blood Claw Tribe following his call to war, and in less than two days, their number had surpassed a thousand.


There were even more Goblins converging in this direction.


This fully demonstrated the Blood Claw Tribe's absolute authority in this area.


Once his war horn was blown, no Goblin Tribe dared not to respond.


In this war, even if it meant sacrificing all these foolish creatures, he was determined to force all those little crawlers who only dared to stay burrowed in holes out of their dens.


He couldn't leave these mountains as the Blood Claw until he had turned their settlement upside down.


He heard that not far to the south, there was a budding settlement said to have established contact with Human traders from beyond the mountains, amassing supplies as high as a mountain.


Chapter 62 Blood Claw (Please follow)_1