If They Don't Come, I Was Planning to Go to Them Anyway?

With the thousand acres of new land cleared, everyone who had been working on other tasks for the tribe was called back, and the six hundred or so soldiers who had been supporting the effort were also returned to their barracks.

To show his appreciation, Corvinus personally visited the troops, thanking them for their contributions to the tribe. Although the consolation gifts were nothing more than black bread and dried meat, during the visit, Corvinus used his persuasive eloquence to talk about future reforms and benefits for the army. In any case, in Corvinus's rambling speech, every warrior was lost in their own fantasies.

Even commanders Kro and Baggin were left stunned by his words.

Of course, it couldn't be said that Corvinus was merely talking nonsense. After all, if the Silvermane Tribe truly became powerful, Corvinus would indeed make good on his promises.

As a military enthusiast, he was well-versed in the various benefits and welfare of modern armies. Once he had the conditions and strength, he would certainly implement these benefits.

After being persuaded by Corvinus's speech, the tribal warriors' recognition of him reached a new level.

Previously, they only knew that Corvinus was the son of the former chieftain, just a young chieftain who had ascended to the position due to the death of his predecessor in accordance with the tribal inheritance tradition.

In the eyes of most warriors, Corvinus was just a kid who had just come of age.

However, after this consolation visit, they realized that this young chieftain was different, filled with confidence in the future of the tribe.

Even in some of his remarks, they could see that this young chieftain was a leader with great ambitions.

This further convinced the warriors that the Silvermane Tribe was on the rise, and the key reason for this rise was their young chieftain.

...

With the completion of the thousand-acre cultivation plan, over the next few days, Corvinus still spent his time in the fields, leading Kevos and others to complete the planting of the thousand acres.

Of course, land clearing continued!

Although there were only seventy to eighty old, weak, women, and children among the werewolves, several acres of new land were still dug up every day.

As the saying goes, "Many a little makes a mickle."

A few acres a day, a piece a month, and over a hundred acres in a month, so Corvinus personally instructed everyone on the land-clearing team that they must not stop clearing land.

Even if they cleared a little less each day, they absolutely could not halt the progress of land clearing.

After more than ten days of planting, Corvinus had a sore back, but today he was quite idle, lying in the sun, instructing his three younger brothers, Kevon, Ken, and Relk, in combat skills.

These three little guys, Kevon was already a second-tier warrior, and Ken and Relk were about to reach the second tier as well.

Judging by this, his three younger brothers had decent talent.

Although he understood that this method of identifying talent was somewhat absurd, the Silvermane Tribe had no schools, and it was difficult to uncover the talents of many werewolves.

Even his three younger brothers were no exception.

Watching the three little guys in a chaotic fight, Corvinus thought of the profession inheritance in the system.

However, both the profession inheritance and the secondary profession inheritance required the construction of temples.

But with the tribe's labor shortage, it was impossible to start these two massive projects.

Labor force!

The three little guys' chaotic fight ended with Kevon as the victor, which was within Corvinus's expectations, after all, the second brother Kevon was already a second-tier warrior, defeating two first-tier warriors was quite easy.

The difference between each tier of warriors was significant, mainly in terms of strength and explosive power.

A first-tier warrior could kill a cow with one punch, then a second-tier warrior could kill an elephant with one punch.

"Drink some water!" Corvinus looked at Ken and Relk, who were covering their faces as they walked over, and then looked at Kevon, "You brat, how could you hit them in the face?"

"What if they get disfigured and can't find a wife in the future?"

"What's the use of a face? If you're strong enough, you can marry as many wives as you want." Kevon glanced at his two younger brothers, who were covering their faces, with disdain.

"Actually, you're right," Corvinus was taken aback, realizing that in this world, it was about strength, not looks.

"By the way, big brother, do you want to spar with me?" Kevon suddenly looked at Corvinus and asked.

"Get lost, I don't have time to play with you. You have quite the ambition, but I could knock the crap out of you with one punch." Corvinus glanced at his brother Kevon, scolding him.

"Big brother, why don't you spar with him?" At this time, the third brother Ken looked at Corvinus with a smile.

"Why?" Corvinus was puzzled.

"You see, after beating us two, he's about to get a big head." At this time, the fourth brother Relk and Ken exchanged glances, pointing at Kevon and said.

"Humph, beating you two losers, I'm not even close to being arrogant." Kevon disdainfully glanced at his two younger brothers.

"You guys want me to beat him so bad, right?" Corvinus suddenly said.

"That's right, beat him so bad, let him..." Relk excitedly continued, but suddenly stopped.

"Haha, I knew you two wanted to use me as a weapon!" Corvinus exposed their words, and immediately burst into laughter.

Ken gave a reproachful look to his younger brother Relk.

"Hehe, it seems our sparring just now wasn't enough, let's continue!" Suddenly, the two were locked onto by a gaze, it was Kevon, who had a mischievous smile on his face, rubbing his hands.

"I won't fight anymore!"

"No way!"

"Ah, it hurts!"

"Big brother, help me!"

...

Corvinus looked at the three guys who were making a fuss and laughed on the chair.

He was an only child in his previous life, having so many younger brothers and sisters in this life was quite a different experience.

"Report to the chieftain, the two commanders are in the council hall, they have important matters to report to you," suddenly, a werewolf soldier broke into his yard, kneeling and reporting to him.

Corvinus quickly sat up and asked, "Do you know what it's about?"

"No idea!" The werewolf soldier shook his head.

He asked because this soldier was his personal guard.

"Let's go!"

Corvinus immediately got up, as it seemed like something serious had happened.

Corvinus, with his personal guard, rushed to the council hall at the fastest speed, only to find that it wasn't just Kro and Baggin, the two commanders, but also his uncle Lothar.

"Greetings to the chieftain!"

"Everyone sit down!"

Corvinus quickly took his place as the chieftain, then waved his hand, signaling everyone to sit.

"Commanders, what's the rush, what has happened?"

"Chieftain, just now, I sent a spy to the Liewa tribe, and he heard that Liewa is planning to join forces with other tribes to attack our Silvermane Tribe!" Kro said respectfully.

"The Liewa tribe is joining forces with other tribes to attack my tribe?"

Corvinus felt a bit strange.

"If I remember correctly, this Liewa tribe is just a small tribe with only three to four hundred people, right?"

"Does he have the guts to attack my tribe?" Corvinus was puzzled.

"Chieftain, several tribes may join forces..." Commander Kro said.

"As the saying goes, strong alliances, do you really think the Liewa tribe would join forces with powerful tribes?" Corvinus directly interrupted Kro's words.

"Originally, I was planning to go to them, but it seems they want to come to me!" Before Kro could answer, Corvinus continued, his eyes flashing with coldness and amusement.