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Gang Le and Rein returned with the army.

The mixed-blood with ropes around their necks were pulling carts piled with various corpses and minerals.

Luo De also saw the tall Yak People, who carried bundled weapons and furs on their backs, walking in the middle of the troop without any restraints.

"Just as Xue Rui said."

Luo De remarked as he watched the Yak People who were obediently walking with their heads down.

These Yak People looked very docile, unlike the different expressions in the eyes of the aliens pulling the carts in front.

"Lord, our mission was successfully completed!"

After bowing, Gang Le reported with a grin, "We killed fifty-three mixed-bloods and captured nineteen!"

"Unfortunately, three escaped, including a small leader, how unlucky!"

Gang Le spat, and Rein quickly nudged him to be mindful of his image.

Gang Le immediately realized, scratched his head, and continued, "We rescued fifty-seven Yak People, and they all voluntarily joined us."

"As per your instructions, we ambushed the fleeing Lizardmen near the camp, capturing eleven and killing nineteen."

"Before retreating, we cleared out the Lizardmen's camp, taking a cart of minerals and plenty of furs, along with some herbs, jerky, and wheat."

Gang Le widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Thanks to those Yak People, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to bring all that stuff back."

"Very well done."

Luo De nodded slightly, then smiled and asked, "You even brought back the jerky?"

"Yeah, those jerky pieces were large, it would've been a waste to leave them..."

"Lizardmen eat anything, even people, who knows what that jerky is made of."

As Luo De finished speaking, Gang Le's eyes widened.

Then his face flushed red, and he clutched his chest and ran to the side.

"Ugh—"

"Did he... eat it?"

Luo De pointed at Gang Le, who was vomiting, and asked.

Rein nodded, looking somewhat helpless, "On the way back, he insisted on tasting the saltiness..."

Luo De chuckled lightly, watching Gang Le's back without saying anything.

"What do we do with the jerky? We have about seven or eight hundred pounds." Rein asked proactively.

Luo De wouldn't eat that mysterious jerky, and Frost Leaf Town wasn't so short on jerky either.

After thinking for a moment, Luo De looked at the mixed-bloods and said, "Leave it as rations for the mixed-bloods."

The nineteen mixed-bloods were not like ordinary slaves, they were expendable, just give them enough to survive.

"Lord, we unintentionally gathered some other information as well."

Rein didn't hide it and reported the matter with Vajra to Luo De truthfully.

"It's a pity he escaped."

"No worries."

Luo De smiled and comforted, "It's great if we caught him, but it's no big deal if we didn't. Such a mixed-blood isn't significant to us right now."

Things at Razor Plain had long changed; capturing Vajra would only serve as a vent for Avril.

What's important now is to deal with the stronger Lizardmen and gradually develop Razor Plain.

Rein nodded, grateful for Luo De's comfort, and then shifted the topic to the Yak People behind,

"Lord, those Yak People are really decent."

Rein sighed mildly, "I used to think all the Alien Races were fierce and terrifying. The Snow Rabbit People and Yak People have completely changed my perspective."

"These Yak People possess such strong physiques yet surprisingly good temperaments."

"That's what it seems."

Luo De once again focused on the Yak People, "Let their chief come see me."

"Understood."

Rein turned and quickly ran over, leading a short Yak Person in front of Luo De.

The so-called short one was only relative to other Yak People, but in truth, he was still around 1.9 meters tall.

The Yak Person came forward and blabbered a lot, then knelt before Luo De,

—not an ordinary kneeling, but more like prostrating fully on the ground.

"Honorable Human Lord, may your life be as enduring as the snow of the Icefield Mountain Range."

The Snow Rabbit translator said, "I am Bain Giant Hoof, chief of the Giant Hoof Tribe. We will carry out your orders."

"Stand up."

Luo De waved his hand, observing the honest look of the Yak Person, filled with both happiness and a sense of repression.

Happy that these Yak People landed in his hands, able to work for him.

Repressed in feeling for these Yak People.

Despite having such strong builds, they appeared so submissive, ready to be taken advantage of.

Upon hearing Kael's translation, Yak Person Bain rose to his feet.

"I heard you're skilled at forging?" Luo De asked.

The Yak Person touched his horns and said a series of words.

"Yes, Lord, we all know a bit, but not as skilled as humans."

"Very well, from now on, just focus on smithing for me obediently."

Upon hearing Kael's translation, Luo De addressed Bain, "Your clothing, food, and housing will be arranged by me, there's no need for you to worry anymore."

Although the Blacksmith Shop was constantly adding machines, those were for aiding the forging of finished products.

These Yak People might not have high-level skills, but their strong bodies would certainly excel at hammering iron.

This could greatly enhance the output efficiency of the Blacksmith Shop.

Additionally, another idea surfaced in Luo De's mind

—these robust individuals would likely be excellent at plowing too.

"We will follow your arrangements, honorable lord."

Bain nodded and saluted again, exhaling puffs of white breath from his nostrils.

Clearly, Luo De's words brought relief to this Yak Person.

"Bain, are there only these fifty of your people?"

Luo De inquired further.

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