The Monster King's Legacy

Chapter 58 Rallying Tribes

Following several minutes of convincing, mainly with ample proof in the form of all the well geared goblins and their nourished looks, the foreign goblins finally caved in after Lance offered them some food they brought with them, dried meat.

At that point, there was nothing the scrawny goblin could do. He was the chief of this tribe, but even his own goblins had become willing to follow Lance, a human, after being offered food like that. Not only that, the goblins with Lance were way too convincing of examples than nothing else. Then again, once Lia was introduced, that was the final nail in the coffin, as they all agreed without much resistance. The shaman seemed to be a strong connecting figure to the goblins.

As they discussed further, Lance made himself clear to the scrawny goblin.

"All of you will come under my tribe following this. I don't tolerate any betrayal, rebellion and laziness. Any goblin found wanting of anything will face the consequences immediately. Believe what you see. Your lives will forever change from today, remember who has saved you today." Lance said.

Even though he would normally not use such words and ideology, these were not civilized creatures as he had thought, they were worse than Lia's goblin tribe by a noticeable bunch. Using harsher and primal tactics was the way to go it appeared.

"Chief," The scrawny goblin called to Lance.

'He sure learns fast. I hope that's a good quality, not one that will cost me later.' He thought to himself, glancing briefly at Lia, hoping her presence in his tribe would create the bonding factor it needs the most out him being a strong and capable leader.

"About knowing other tribes, I know a few. They are not too far from here, we can pay them a visit."

"Very well, we will do so."

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Expansion of the camp began in earnest. Now that the tribe was a little over three hundred in number, they needed more space to accommodate everyone. Lance also had to set in a new rule he hadn't thought about. Apparently, following normal goblin culture, the strongest goblin got to be the default alpha male of the tribe and that meant only he could mate with all the females. Normally, this goblin would also be the chief.

It was a rather animalistic and primitive way of thinking, but from an evolutionary standpoint, it worked well. Now, Lance had no interest in mating with quite a number of the female goblins, those he had more than satisfied him. He immediately put an end to that, allowing for any goblin to mate with another outside force. Then again, he couldn't say how desirable he as a human looked to the goblins.

'No way I'm that down bad to clap cheeks. These new goblins barely even look close to average, and their eyes...' Lance thought to himself.

Their eyes had a red hue to them when compared to the golden colour of Lance's original tribe and Dran's predominately green coloured eyed tribe. Red was very different and distinct, but when he looked at it more, his original tribe would be the odd ones out, and Dran's tribe.

'Lia and the rest even look more human-like in looks too, and they are even... brighter.' Slowly, it came to him that there was a variation in species of goblins if nothing else, and at the moment, there had to be at least three different species... 'well, this could also be some kind of nationality issue... disparity in bloodline if nothing else.' He thought to himself. It seemed a better explanation for the differences, unlike different species, at least, to him.

"Now that I think about it, the male goblins we had fought against also had similar eyes... hmm... it would make sense then, the other males killing the males of the other tribe to take their women..."

Just then, Zarra approached Lance, taking a seat beside him. "Eaten yet?"

"Yes. You and Rynne are taking the new ones out for some training, right?" Lance asked, as they continued discussing about different things, whiling away time.

As the camp's activities settled into the night, Zarra leaned in placing her head in Lance's chest. "You look tired... let me lighten you up." She said.

Lance smiled, kissing her lightly as he picked her up, "you little devil."