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Gu Hong wakes up in a fantasy world with a Hearthstone system, granting him the power to summon legendary heroes like Anduin, Jaina, and Rexxar. But when his plans for conquest hit a snag, he stumbles upon an unexpected truth: this system isn’t just for combat—it’s a game-changer for farming!
Agriculture? Druids who accelerate crop growth.
Commerce? Mushroom Brewers, Trogg Beastmasters, and enterprising merchants.
Crafting? Swordsmiths, Armorers, and even Drakonid blacksmiths.
Magic gear? Alchemists, Enchanters, Jewelcrafters, and Scribes at your service.
Culture? A romance novel-savvy bookseller to spice things up.
He finally realizes: farming is the ultimate strategy to unlock the Hearthstone system’s true potential.

Lord of Farming in Hearthstone

At the edge of Riverside, Sean whispered to his companions: "Anduin, Windsor—any objections if I summon Horde warriors? Orcs, tauren, blood elves?"

"No objections, My Lord," Anduin replied immediately, having considered this when Lodin (an undead) was summoned. "Once, we were Alliance and Horde. Now, we are all of Azeroth."

Windsor nodded. "In this strange world, survival demands unity, not old hatreds."

Satisfied, Sean led them into the forest. "These woods are too close to town—Henry will clear them later."

In the woods, Sean accessed his card pool. Among his companions, only non-human races like Kobold Geomancer, Mouth of Abyss, and Void Walker lacked human disguises. He chose to summon dragon egg first, curious about its form.

A black glow coalesced in his palm:

Level: 10 (Black Iron Lower Rank)

Dragonflame Embryo: Contains a Level 20 Black Whelpling. Hatches in 9h 48m.

The egg was translucent yellow, etched with glowing green fel energy line and dotted with thumb-sized spines. Sean canceled the summon—too conspicuous for now, though its Bronze Rank hatchling would be invaluable.

Next, he summoned Dwarven Marksman. A red-bearded dwarf in leather armor materialized, shouting his catchphrase: "Those are just overgrown chickens!"

Sean help up him, eyes blazing at the musket in his hand. "May I see your weapon?"

The dwarf handed it over. The iron barrel gleamed—perfect for Riverside's future army.

Deep in the woods, Sean tested the musket. Windsor removed his armor, hanging it on a sapling. Sean measured 50 meters, then nodded.

Bang! Smoke erupted. The bullet punched a hole through the thin armor.

"Without my shield, that would've wounded me," Windsor marveled, examining the damage. "At Black Iron Lower Rank, a chest shot would've been critical. Now at Upper Rank? A minor injury,maybe—still fightable."

"Excellent!" Sean grinned. "Mass-producing these will transform our military."

The dwarf scratched his head. "Master, I… have no memory of my past life. No name."

Sean clapped his shoulder. "Your new life starts here—we'll call you Borin."

Borin brightened. "A good dwarf name! I'll make this musket sing, My Lord."

That night, Sean studied the Dragon Egg's countdown in his tent. Anduin entered, glancing at the glowing egg.

"Are you sure about hatching a black dragon?" he asked. "Their reputation…"

"Reputations can be rewritten," Sean said, tapping the egg. "Besides, we need power—and this whelpling will be loyal to its summoner."

Anduin sighed. "As you say. Just… keep it away from the church."

Sean laughed. "The Light's Son raising a black dragon? Perfect irony."

In the barracks, Windsor inspected the musket's schematics Sean had sketched. Dwarven craftsmanship… if we can replicate this, even Bronze Rank warriors will fear us.

He smiled, recalling Sean's earlier words: "Perception is power." Whether divine shoes or dragon eggs, the lord had a knack for turning oddities into strengths.

Chapter 71: Dragon Egg and Dwarven Musket