"I am Stanley Kachar. Welcome, Patriarch Mohr. The Majestic has already prepared housing and food for you." Stanley’s smile was gentle, but paired with the scar across his face, it appeared quite fierce. For more chapters visıt 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Mohr’s face stiffened slightly upon hearing this. He was once again reminded of that terrifying figure who commanded a dragon. Even now, the overwhelming draconic aura still haunted his mind. "Lord Stanley, thank you for the help of the vampires. I am willing to bring my people with you, but I still have some tribesmen outside. May I send a few to search for them?" Upon hearing this, Stanley gave the 1.2-blade-tall old goblin a long, deep look and unceremoniously shut down the naive idea. "Patriarch Mohr, leave that to the Saintlight Vampires. You only need to tell me which direction your people went." Can I even dare say that? Seeing his request shot down so decisively, Mohr's eyes flashed with helplessness. The weak have never had the power to choose. "I will use Whispering Bats to transport you to Dawn City. Patriarch Mohr, you will begin a new life in the city of the Saintlight Vampires. Believe me, that city will grant your people a new lease on life." Mohr's expression darkened slightly. A new life in a vampire city?? That sounded completely unreliable. And what was this “Saintlight Vampire” supposed to mean? Why would vampires attach such a sacred title to their name? Before he could finish, Stanley interrupted him forcefully. "Patriarch Mohr, there is no need for discussion. Follow the Whispering Bats. His Majesticness holds your kind in high regard. I hope the Graymount Tribe does not disappoint him. Because the consequences of doing so... may be beyond what you can bear." A naked threat, but for goblins, this kind of forcefulness was ten thousand times more effective than explanations. Mohr no longer dared to argue. In the heart of this old goblin, Li De was far more terrifying than a thousand beastmen or the hundreds of massive bats here. That was a Transcendent being who had enslaved a dragon. "As you wish. I believe the great Saintlight Vampires will not harm my people." The old goblin spoke with firm resolve, as if he truly believed it. Spark couldn’t be bothered to waste words with the old fellow and got straight to work. The goblins’ already feeble resistance had been reduced to near-zero under Li De’s pressure. And now, with the sudden appearance of so many giant bats… These mentally frail little runts, seeing no hope of resistance, obediently followed the vampires’ instructions and boarded the Whispering Bats, preparing to fly toward an unknown destination. The entire process went surprisingly smoothly. There wasn’t just no resistance, there wasn’t even a hint of disobedience. Stanley, who had prepared for countless contingencies, was left speechless. Compared to dwarves, these guys were truly unimpressive. How had these spineless creatures even survived from ancient times without being wiped out? And just like that, the goblins Li De had long yearned for were smoothly brought back to Dawn City by Stanley. The first step toward Li De’s vision of an aerial bomber force, with bombs raining from the sky, was complete. The Lionmane Tribe warriors, after the goblins' departure, continued transporting the looted spoils back to the Dwarven Valley, as if nothing had happened at all. Four sun-hours later. At dawn, Stanley returned to Dawn City. Before he even had time to deal with the goblins he had just dropped off, Harrison appeared solemnly in Dawn Plaza. "Marquis Stanley. The Patriarch’s orders, assemble all vampires and Whispering Bats immediately. We are heading for the Dwarven Hills." "A large number of elite citizens from Risel City are being hunted by the centaurs." With just those two sentences, Stanley instantly understood Li De’s intent. His Majesty was always His Majesty, never satisfied with just what was in front of him. "I’ll depart immediately. Harrison was momentarily stunned, then placed a hand to his chest and bowed solemnly to Stanley. A rallying cry was a powerful tool for unity. And the first rallying cry of Dawn City was, Full of meaning, Dawn represented hope, it stood for both Dawn City and the Dawn Order. The Dwarven Hills had far less presence in the Nolan Province compared to the Far Mountain Range. Because of their poverty and the powerful centaurs that inhabited them, few in Green City ever mentioned the Dwarven Hills. Even mercenaries and adventurers, those desperate souls who lived with their heads tied to their belts, rarely took an interest in this land. Under Andabella’s guidance, Castro moved at full speed, and in less than one sun-hour, they arrived at the Dwarven Hills from Risel City. The Dwarven Hills truly lived up to their name. The land was dotted with barren low mountains, each dozens to over a hundred blades tall, protruding from the earth like raised mounds of bread. Everywhere the eye could see was withered yellow terrain, with barely any green vegetation in sight. Loose rocks, hardened yellow soil, and dry, scorching winds created a scene straight out of a Wild West desert. Just a glance, and Li De could feel the desolation of this land. It was hard to believe that millions of centaurs actually lived here. No wonder the Nolan Empire had no interest in this place. If it were him, he wouldn’t be interested either. "Legend has it that the centaurs live near the sea, so they never lack food. But this place is so barren, even the greediest nobles feel nothing for it. That’s why, for countless generations, this land has remained the centaurs’ private domain." Andabella looked down from the sky at the desolate hills below and began explaining to Li De. As a renowned Grand Scholar, the girl knew far more than he did. "Centaurs are powerful warriors, loyal, fearless, brave, and united. They excel at cooperation and are nearly the perfect soldier. Unfortunately, powerful as they are, centaurs rarely serve other races." Li De nodded slightly. He had no interest in the centaurs, what he wanted was the elite population of Risel City. But speaking of soldiers, something suddenly came to mind, and he curiously asked Andabella, "Why didn’t I see any traces of magic being cast by your Mage Tower in Risel City?"