Chapitre 3: Establishing my land[Reworked]
Liam and Grothar finally reached the oasis after their grueling one-day trek through the wasteland.
The oasis was a sight for sore eyes, surrounded by palm trees and a small lake with crystal-clear water.
The air was cooler here, and it seemed like the perfect place to set up their base of operations.
With the Map Fragment showing this as a suitable spot and the oasis before him, Liam pulled out the Establishment Token from his inventory.
It was a small, glowing object with intricate runes etched onto its surface. Grothar stood nearby, watching intently as Liam prepared to stake his claim.
Liam held the Establishment Token tightly, standing at the center of the oasis.
As he placed it on the ground, the token melted into the earth, causing the ground to ripple beneath his feet. Suddenly, the air around them shifted.
A bright pulse of light shot out from where the token vanished, expanding rapidly in all directions.
A shimmering, translucent dome of energy enveloped the entire oasis, forming a protective barrier over the land.
It looked like a giant bubble, shielding them from whatever dangers lay beyond the desert sands.
With a powerful rumble, a building began to emerge from the ground, seemingly constructed from the very earth and stone beneath them.
Ding
[Village hall built successfully]
[Village hall: The heart and soul of you and your land.]
[Health: 1000/1000]
[Grade: 1]
[Area coverage: 1 sq mile]
[Upgrade: Require 1k wood and 500 stone]
[Congratulations! You have successfully established your land. This territory now belongs to you.]
[A protective barrier has been activated around your base. This shield will last for 10 days, giving you time to prepare and build without external threats.]
[You have received the following rewards:]
[Orc Worker Summons (x5) – Five basic orc workers can be summoned to help gather resources, construct buildings, and maintain your settlement.
[Orc Warrior Summons (x3) – Three basic orc warriors to defend your land and assist in combat.]
[Resource Bundle: Includes wood, stone, and iron for early building upgrades]
[Blueprint: Hut – A basic structure to house residents of your land]
[Blueprint: Orc Barracks – A structure that allows the training and housing of orc soldiers. Can also be used to increase the rank of soldiers]
[Blueprint: Warehouse – A structure to store and manage resources]
[Global Chat Unlocked. You now have access to the World Communication System.]
A new icon blinked at the corner of his interface—something resembling a globe with speech bubbles surrounding it.
Intrigued, Liam opened it with a quick tap, revealing a flood of messages scrolling rapidly across the screen.
It was a global chat system, connecting him with countless other players—no, other lords—across this strange world.
The screen filled with frantic conversations:
[error/00]: "Anyone else stuck in a jungle? I need help!"
[IceTea]: "Why am I stuck in the Northpole?!"
[ThighLover]: "Hahahaha I got the strongest skill. I am the best hehuhuhu..."
[LordofTrolls]: "Got my trolls. Time to conquer!"
[BeautifulInside]: "The Gnomes are not listening to me someone tell me what to do T-T"
....
...
Liam's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't the only one. Thousands, maybe Millions, of others were in the same situation—each of them lords, building their settlements and struggling to survive in this strange world.
Some messages were cries for help, others were boasting of their newfound power, but all of them made it clear: this was not just his game, this was a race to power.
As Liam scrolled through the chaos of the chat, a private message blinked at the top of the screen:
[System Message]: "Welcome, Lord Liam Howard. You are now recognized as a lord of this world. Use the global chat to communicate with others, Trade, share strategies, form alliances, or challenge rivals.".
Grothar noticed the shift in Liam's expression. "Anything troubling you my lord?"
Liam grinned, "Looks like we're not alone. There are others, just like us, building their own strongholds."
The orc raised an eyebrow. "More chiefs. Allies... or enemies?"
Liam glanced at the notifications, his mind racing. "Both, Grothar..... Both."
As his territory shall expand and his resources grow, he would realize that communication—just like everything else—was a tool that could be used for survival... or dominance.
After closing the global chat, Liam's attention returned to the notifications on his screen, particularly the details about the Orc Worker Summons and Orc Warrior Summons. He opened the description, scanning through the fine print.
Orc Worker Summons (x5):
Five orc workers will arrive within minutes. Though summoned, these workers are not bound by loyalty. The lord must either subdue or negotiate with them to secure their allegiance.
Orc Warrior Summons (x3):
Three orc warriors will arrive within minutes. Though they will follow your commands initially, to gain their undying loyalty, you must either assert dominance or negotiate favorable terms with them.
"Summon" Liam muttered as the summoning tokens disappeared.
Liam frowned, rereading the line that stood out the most: The lord must either subdue or negotiate to secure their allegiance.
So, even though they were summoned, it didn't mean they were automatically loyal. These orcs were still individuals with their own thoughts, and orcs, known for their warrior culture, wouldn't bow easily to just anyone.
Grothar, noticing the concern on Liam's face, asked, "Chief, what's the problem?"
"Some orc warriors and workers might arrive here any moment but...."
"They're not going to just listen to me. These orc workers and warriors... I'll have to either negotiate or prove myself strong enough for them to follow,"
Liam replied, his gaze shifting toward the distant horizon where the summoned orcs would soon arrive.
"Yes my lord, this is the way for us orcs. We follow only the strong"
"Alright, Grothar. Let's see how they react when they get here," Liam said, clenching his fists.
He wasn't sure if he could negotiate with them yet, but if it came to force, he had his Warlord's Presence skill, which radiated an aura of terrifying authority.
Maybe that would be enough to convince them without bloodshed.
After about 30 minutes of waiting under the blazing desert sun, Liam spotted movement on the horizon. Slowly but surely, eight figures trudged toward the oasis.
Even from a distance, he could see they were orcs—five of them slightly smaller, likely the workers, and three much more imposing, the warriors. But there was something off.
Their steps were heavy, sluggish, and their posture slumped as if they'd been through some serious hardship.
The orcs looked exhausted, their clothes tattered and their bodies covered in dirt and dried blood.
They seemed to have been in some kind of struggle or fight. Despite their weariness, there was still a dangerous gleam in their eyes—a natural wariness mixed with the raw intensity Liam had come to associate with the orc race.
Grothar stiffened beside him, gripping his axe as the group drew closer. Liam could feel the tension building.
He stepped forward with Grothar at his side, trying to project an air of authority.
His Warlord's Presence aura activated, creating a subtle but palpable sense of dominance.
As soon as the orcs saw Grothar, they quickened their pace, breaking into a desperate run toward Liam.
Their eyes, however, weren't on him—they were fixed on Grothar, their fellow orc.
Without hesitation, they reached Grothar and collapsed to their knees before him, murmuring in their guttural tongue, a mix of words that sounded like relief and pleas for assistance.
One of the larger orc warriors, with deep gashes on his arms and a cracked tusk, raised his head to speak, his voice rasping.
"Fellow orc, help us," the warrior rasped, his voice thick with exhaustion and desperation. "We are of the stonehide Tribe, but... our tribe has been annihilated."
"A pack of elder wyverns descended upon our village." His fists clenched as he spoke, the memories of the devastation clearly fresh.
"Only we survived... we were out of the village hunting when the attackers came."
The other orcs lowered their heads, visibly shaken. The weight of the loss hung over them like a dark cloud.
The warrior's eyes met Grothar's again, then flicked back to Liam, uncertain of what to say to this unfamiliar human.
Grothar stepped forward, lifting his chin proudly. "This human is Liam Howard, a great chief.
He wields the Warlord's Axe, a weapon of our great ancestors. Blessed by the God of War himself."
He paused, casting a glance toward Liam. "He is not just some outsider. He saved my life in battle, and I swore my allegiance to him. You will do the same if you wish to survive."
The orc warrior's eyes shifted back to Liam, taking in his presence and the axe in his hand. Despite their fatigue, the orcs were still formidable and could turn against him if they chose.
Liam could feel his Warlord's Presence at work—their eyes were lingering on him longer, and a sense of awe was creeping in.
The orc with the cracked tusk stared at Liam for a moment, then glanced back at the weary group behind him.
Their exhaustion was evident, and they needed a leader. After a moment of silence, the warrior gave a slow nod and lowered his head.
"As a being acknowledged by the Gods, we shall swear our loyalty towards you. But know this, human," he said, his tone respectful but stern, "We orcs follow only those who prove their strength and wisdom.
"If you fail us, we will not hesitate to find another."
With that, the rest of the orcs followed suit, kneeling before Liam, each murmuring their acceptance of him as their chief. It wasn't a full display of loyalty, but it was a start. The negotiation was won, for now.
As the orcs knelt before Liam, swearing their loyalty in unison, a familiar chime echoed in his mind. A blue notification panel appeared before him:
Ding
[Congratulations! You have gained new subordinates.]
5 Orc Workers from the stonehide Tribe
3 Orc Warriors from the stonehide Tribe (grade 2)
[Loyalty: 80]
Liam felt a rush of relief but kept his composure. "Rest now. You'll need your strength soon enough," he said, stepping back to allow the orcs to recover by the water of the oasis.
Grothar gave him a respectful nod, his eyes gleaming with pride. "As expected of my great lord. Slowly but surely everyone shall bow at you feet. Hahahaha" He burst into laughter.
Liam chuckled, a sense of accomplishment washing over him. He had successfully secured his first subordinates, a group of orcs who were not only skilled warriors but also survivors of a devastating attack.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the oasis, Liam and Grothar watched as the orcs settled down to rest.
The air was filled with the sounds of their hushed conversations and the occasional snore.
Liam turned to Grothar. "We have a lot to do, Grothar. We need to build our settlement, gather resources, and train our troops. The world out there is dangerous, and we need to be prepared."
Grothar nodded solemnly. "As you command, Chief."
With the first steps toward building his empire taken, Liam looked out at the vast expanse of the desert, a newfound determination burning in his eyes. This was just the beginning.
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