Chapter 160: Explosive Reproduction Mode

At the same time, in a certain watchtower within the inner wall.

“So many of them!”

Li Meng stood atop the watchtower, gazing at the Lizardmen on the main road.

The Lizardmen, entering the tribe through the main gate, formed a long line.

At the crossroads, the dense crowd split into three.

A portion remained at the original location—these were the male Lizardmen.

The female Lizardmen, however, split to the left and right.

From a bird's-eye view, the area near the dock was separated by wooden walls on the east and west sides.

This area covered roughly one-sixth of the entire outer ring.

Li Meng grinned, feeling a sense of joy in his heart.

With the arrival of tribute, the tribe’s population would grow explosively.

The male Lizardmen would also effectively ensure the tribe's food supply.

The arrival of the tribute brought a clamor throughout the tribe.

The uproar lasted a long time, continuing well into the night before finally quieting down.

But it was only relatively quiet.

In the darkness, the movement within the wooden houses of the outer ring was far from subtle.

The female Lizardmen, experiencing their first time as tribute, were still somewhat unaccustomed.

From the dark came chaotic cries and sobs.

But by the latter half of the night, the cries and sobs had disappeared.

They were replaced by soft, pleasurable murmurs.

That night, the Throne Cave Dwelling was equally noisy.

In the dark, Li Meng lay on the bed, grinning with satisfaction.

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Bai Ling’s softness.

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The inner ring had now become his palace.

The female Lizardmen no longer needed to crowd into a single house.

Each female Lizardman now had her own wooden house.

At night, they could return to their own homes.

Still, on most nights, Li Meng preferred to summon all the female Lizardmen to the main house.

With his stamina, one female Lizardman alone wouldn’t suffice.

“Boss, I…I brought all the tribute!”

In the wooden house, Bai Ling’s cheerful voice suddenly rang out.

In the dark, Li Meng reached out a hand and patted Bai Ling’s head.

Instinctively, Bai Ling rubbed against his hand, much like a small, spoiled puppy.

“Mm, well done. How’s the Black Mountain Tribe?”

“They’re doing well. I spent two months restoring their starved bodies and another month ensuring they accepted your rule. After that, I led the tribe members here!”

“Making them accept my rule couldn’t have been easy.”

If it were another race, it might have been easier.

But for Goblins to become their rulers, 99% of other races would likely find it unacceptable.

Though Goblins were part of the Savage Tribe and had their own language and society, most other races regarded them as communal monsters.

“It wasn’t too hard, but not exactly easy either.”

In the dark, Bai Ling rested her hands on the boss’s chest.

“Boss, most Lizardmen are just followers. They don’t care who rules over them. They’re blind and easily manipulated. Once you deal with a few troublemakers, the rest quickly fall in line.”

Even so, Li Meng didn’t think it was an easy task.

Bai Ling had likely done a lot to make the Black Mountain Tribe obedient.

“Boss, now that we have the Black Mountain Tribe, we’re running out of spider silk rope!”

“Take it, take it! As much as you need!”

The clamor in the wooden house continued for a long time.

Eventually, a sharp cry from Bai Ling broke through the noise.

Shortly after, the house fell silent.

As time passed, the night deepened.

With the tribute from the Black Mountain Tribe now here, the Throne Tribe entered explosive reproduction mode.

All the upper-level Goblins had only one task: to breed as much as possible.

This was the Goblins’ time of revelry.

A dense, intoxicating aura of desire filled every corner of the tribe.

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The next day, morning.

The lively cries from the nursery area echoed across the land.

Unknowingly, the first batch of baby Goblins had already been born.

Inside the wooden houses of the breeding area, the joyful babbling of the baby Goblins rang out.

At the dock, the male Lizardmen diligently worked.

Compared to the back-breaking labor of the Iron Cavern, this new batch of tribute was undoubtedly lucky.

Fishing was a part of daily life for the Lizardmen and a relatively easy task.

For the male Lizardmen, it was just a change of residence.

As long as they completed the daily fishing quota, the Goblins stationed on the wooden walls wouldn’t interfere in their lives.

“Vanessa, is it hard for you to adapt to Goblin society?”

In the watchtower of the northern wall in the inner ring, Li Meng stood shoulder to shoulder with Vanessa.

The two of them watched the bustling nursery area.

Numerous female Lizardmen hurriedly walked out of wooden houses carrying baby Goblins.

Those female Lizardmen, still pregnant, carried large bellies as they moved about.

Vanessa lowered her head to look at her own swollen belly.

She smiled faintly and shook her head.

“Ammon, on the Augus Continent, there are many races, each with different customs. If it’s just about lending their wombs, most races won’t care too much. Many races don’t actually hate the Goblins’ strong reproductive instincts; they loathe their indiscriminate breeding. After all, no race would willingly mate with a Ground Mouse. To any race, that’s unthinkable.”

Vanessa’s words made Li Meng chuckle awkwardly.

After all, the Goblins’ indiscriminate breeding habits were indeed revolting.

Even he couldn’t accept it.

Since acquiring the Lizardmen, Li Meng had forbidden such behavior.

Rather, he hadn’t even given the Goblins an opportunity to mate with Ground Mice.

Li Meng reached out, wrapping his arm around Vanessa’s waist, while his other hand gently stroked her round belly.

Vanessa leaned against Ammon with a look of contentment.

Vanessa was happy, but Li Meng was pondering another matter.

Something important, yet not entirely urgent.

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The Augus Continent.

Southern Wasteland.

Although called a wasteland, it wasn’t barren.

The Southern Wasteland was a vast savanna dotted with sparse trees.

It was home to abundant wildlife and magical beasts, preserving a rich, natural landscape.

It was also inhabited by numerous nomadic Savage Tribes.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun baked the land, making the savanna unbearably hot.

But in a particular area, there was a bustling commotion.

Billowing clouds of dust rolled from east to west.

Looking toward the source of the dust, one could see an enormous marching army.

The long procession stretched for kilometers, forming a dragon-like shape across the flat savanna.

The Pigmen soldiers, clad in iron armor and wielding large sabers, marched in unison.

Despite sweating profusely, their spirits were high.

The rhythmic thunder of their footsteps made them forget their exhaustion.

In addition to the Pigmen, there were also mounted cavalry advancing at a steady pace.