More Land is Always Better

"Is it too hasty?"

"It's not about being hasty, it's about protecting the tribe. Time is abundant for larger tribes, but for us smaller ones, every minute, every second counts."

"It's not that I'm too eager, but the tribe's two thousand mouths, two thousand lives, are pressing me to act."

"We can't wait until the tribe falls into a food crisis and other tribes come knocking before we start to worry, can we?"

"If that happens, not only would I, as the chieftain, be ruined, but you wouldn't fare well either. So, Uncle, Uncle Five, I hope you understand that the various plans we're executing now are not just for me as the chieftain, but also for you."

Corvinus's expression was somewhat cold as he glanced over the two.

Their reactions varied; Lothar's brow furrowed slightly, while Reynold wore a face of disdain.

"Alright, Uncle, Uncle Five, there's nothing more to say. You may go and get busy!"

He took in their gazes but didn't wish to elaborate further.

As long as they carried out his demands, that was sufficient.

...

Having issued his dismissal, Lothar and Reynold naturally knew better than to overstay their welcome.

Exiting the council hall, Lothar and Reynold did not part ways. Walking side by side, Lothar was silent and pensive.

Reynold, on the other hand, was seething with anger. After a few disdainful glances at the oblivious Lothar, he could no longer contain himself.

"Second brother, are we just going to accept this, letting that brat lord it over us?" Reynold was extremely displeased. When their father had passed on the position, he had been out hunting magical beasts and only returned to find out that his elder brother had become the chieftain.

At that time, he was very resentful and furious. He felt their father was too partial, not considering him at all.

Now, with his elder brother dead and his nephew taking the chieftain's seat, he was even warned by his own father during the nephew's ascension.

He was even threatened with being completely expelled from the Silvermane Tribe.

They were all children of their father; why was there such a disparity in treatment?

However, due to his father's formidable strength, he dared not make any effective resistance.

But now, his nephew had been chieftain for only a few days and was already completely disregarding them, the elders, and commanding them with an overbearing attitude.

This made him increasingly angry.

"What else can we do?" Lothar stopped in his tracks and retorted.

Then, out of the blue, he asked indifferently, "Do you want to rebel?"

Instantly, Reynold felt a jolt of fear, quickly looking around to ensure no other tribespeople were present before he looked at his second brother with a grim expression, "Are you trying to get me in trouble?"

If anyone else had heard that, and it reached his father's ears, he would surely be punished.

"Humph, if you're not daring to rebel, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Lothar gave Reynold a cold glance, his look filled with disdain.

If it weren't for the fact that Lothar was his only surviving brother, he wouldn't even bother to engage with this foolish fellow.

"Instead of wasting time, go back and train hard. If you can break through to the sixth tier, then in this tribe, you'll have the final say."

"Otherwise, keep your mouth shut. Corvinus was right about one thing: the Silvermane Tribe doesn't belong to him alone; it belongs to us as well. If the tribe falls, neither you nor I would amount to anything."

With that, Lothar quickened his pace and headed towards his residence.

Reynold's face turned very ugly, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single word.

"Scoundrel!"

"Lothar, you coward, d*mn coward!" Reynold clenched his fists so tightly they crackled. He roared at the now distant figure.

Just a few days ago, when he had approached Lothar, they had been on the same page. But now, this scoundrel was almost resigned to his fate.

Moreover, if he could break through to the sixth tier, he would have done so already. He was already in middle age, and it seemed his talent had dried up at the fifth tier. Breaking through to the sixth tier seemed like a hopeless dream.

"Scoundrel!"

...

Time flew by, and half a month had passed since Corvinus's father had fallen in battle.

The Silvermane Tribe was still vigorously clearing land. With a team of seven to eight hundred people, they could clear dozens of acres every day.

Furthermore, as soon as the land was cleared, Corvinus would lead his people to quickly plant potatoes and sweet potatoes.

As a result, the land where potatoes and sweet potatoes had been planted earlier began to show signs of life, with the sweet potatoes thriving and the potatoes sprouting through the soil.

As for the animal pens...

After Corvinus's conversation with Lothar, they eventually managed to allocate thirty elderly or young individuals to help.

Although the number had been greatly reduced, Kordiak was still pleased. After all, he had asked for eighty people, and just getting a few smiles was more than he had expected.

With the addition of thirty people,

the construction of new animal pens was also proceeding at a rapid pace.

Additionally, Corvinus had taken the time to hand over a total of four hundred rabbits, thirty males, and three hundred and seventy females, to Kordiak.

The appearance of the little white rabbits naturally surprised the handlers at the animal pens.

While there were rabbit-shaped magical beasts in this world, there were no ordinary animals like little white rabbits.

Corvinus heard that his uncle Lothar, out of curiosity, had even gone to the animal pens to take a look.

...

In the wasteland,

"Chieftain, Lord Lothar is looking for you!"

Corvinus, who was planting sweet potato seedlings, heard Kevos running over from a distance.

At the same time, Lothar also approached from afar.

Seeing Corvinus planting sweet potato seedlings, he felt a bit moved.

Although everyone in the tribe knew that Corvinus personally took part in the planting, seeing it with his own eyes still made him feel somewhat different.

After all, werewolves were two meters seven eight tall, and bending over for a long time was very uncomfortable.

Corvinus straightened his back, threw the sweet potato seedling aside, patted the soil off his hands, and looked at Lothar, saying, "Uncle, what's up?"

"Well, we've cleared a thousand acres of wasteland, and I think it's time to withdraw the people from the land-clearing team," Lothar said, glancing at the boundless land around them.

To be honest, he was still somewhat shocked. The tribe now had two thousand acres of land, and when two thousand acres were connected, standing in the fields, the vastness was very overwhelming.

"Oh? One thousand acres is enough?" Corvinus was taken aback for a moment, but then he thought it was normal, after all, seven to eight hundred werewolves had been working for more than ten days.

"Alright, except for the werewolves originally responsible for planting, the warriors and others can all return," Corvinus said.

"However, tell the remaining werewolves responsible for planting that the land-clearing plan will continue," Corvinus said.

There were about one hundred and thirty werewolves responsible for planting, all of them were older werewolves.

But there were more than fifty people planting seedlings here.

"Continue to clear land?" Lothar was stunned, hadn't they already achieved one thousand acres?

"Of course, we must continue. Do you think we have too much land? The more land we have, the more food we can grow," Corvinus said indifferently.

"Even in the future, the tribe will strive to clear ten thousand, a hundred thousand acres of land," Corvinus said.

Ten thousand acres?

A hundred thousand acres?

Lothar was stunned, and then he shook his head in his heart. How many people would it take to be responsible for ten thousand acres of land? At least the current Silvermane Tribe could not possibly do it.

Let alone a hundred thousand acres.

Compared to Lothar's disbelief, Kevos was instead greatly energized. If he was responsible for ten thousand acres, or even a hundred thousand acres of land, how many subordinates would he have!