The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1705 479: Times Are Changing Too Fast (Part 2)

Tartak and Kun Jia are different.

Kun Jia prefers to keep everything for himself, even if it means letting the meat rot in the pot. Even if he sells the benefits, he wants it all in his own pocket.

But Tartak is a local Lizardman, and he truly has feelings for this land, not just treating it as his own possession. He certainly understands that sending young tribesmen with Kun Jia on campaigns is not as good as finding them factory jobs, where the former requires bloodshed while the latter only sweat.

Mr. Sak, representing the Gutaf United Kingdom, gave him a batch of aid loans with interest so low it can be ignored, and he immediately used half of the money to improve the tribe's infrastructure.

This includes dredging waterways and building roads, as well as moving the tribesmen into new houses.

As for how to spend the remaining half of the loan…

That's another story altogether.

"It's truly incredible," one Elder couldn't help but feel envious and amazed, "those Humans outside… have they truly grown that powerful?"

"That fool Kun Jia! He even dared to challenge such an existence, he's truly courting death!" A third Elder spat with a tone full of fear and relief, "Thankfully, our Chieftain was wise and followed the trend of the… era!"

The Elders praised, raising Chieftain Tartak to unprecedented heights.

Only one younger-looking Elder frowned, asking a baffling question he couldn't understand.

"But… Chieftain, I still don't quite get it. Didn't that winged envoy say the Dragon God's people are coming to take us home? If they're building here so vigorously now, are they going to take these houses with them?"

Such questions are indeed youthful.

Tartak's wrinkled face, covered in scales, revealed a meaningful smile, quite unlike the befuddlement when meeting Mr. Sak earlier.

"Kolgarak, my child, whether the Dragon God's people take us home isn't important at all… Do you really think Gana Continent is the Holy Blessing Land? If that were the case, it would be the Dragon God himself coming to take us, not his envoy."

The Elders were stunned, some Lizardmen understood the meaning of these words, while others bore expressions of vague comprehension.

Tartak didn't explain, his murky gaze swept across the ebullient construction site below, his eyes glimmering with wisdom.

"What they say is not important at all."

"Whether they're servants of the Dragon God or Saint Sis's dog, whether they're blood enemies or close friends, is just a matter of our lips moving… What's truly important is what they've brought us and to where they'll lead us."

Tartak understood clearly that compared to Duke Edward and the King of the Gutaf United Kingdom, he and his tribesmen were just insignificant figures. They had no chance at bargaining on the table, nor even the right to listen from the far end of the long table.

He didn't even see clearly how many people were seated at the table, nor who the two real arm wrestlers were.

Forcing one's way onto the table would lead to Kun Jia's fate.

However, even small figures have their way of life.

The Stone Lizard Clan may not decide its own destiny, but seizing the era's opportunity and clinging to the extended thigh is quite easy.

Compared to the Campbell people who are warring across lands, they might even be luckier.

At least Tartak didn't harbor grand ambitions; he neither wanted to become a great King like Edward nor force his way onto a table that wasn't his.

As long as his tribesmen no longer go hungry and cold, no longer dwell in shacks leaking rain in winter and wind in summer, he could close his eyes in peace.

...

Tartak is a clear-minded Chieftain.

But not all Lizardmen in the River Bay Tribe Alliance are clear-minded, including the Merfolk, who had firmly seized the whole tribal alliance.

Kun Jia's death did not intimidate them; rather, it provoked a rebound from the Merfolk tribe.

The remnant party under his firm rule, the "Gray Fin Tribe," and several ancient Merfolk clans that loathed land races for generations refused to accept the so-called "new era."

But they were clever, knowing they stood no chance against Campbell's cavalry, so they dispersed into the swamps, hiding in dark waterways and deep forests, launching nighttime raids on convoys transporting construction materials to the Players.

It's undeniable; Life Professional Players indeed lack combat prowess. Had Yiye Zhiqu been here, they would've likely had no chance for ambush.

The "Campbell People" were caught off guard.

However, what these Merfolk couldn't comprehend was that those big fools, after losing several companions, showed no fear, but burst into "pathological excitement," shouting incomprehensible words, then organized larger-scale "expedition teams" to charge back.

"Monster farming, brothers!"

"It was the NPCs who attacked first! Charge back!"

"Oh oh oh! Mine! Experience! All mine!"

"Red-named! It's Lizardman raiders! I saw it! Their names turned red!"

The gang members outside Thunder City were no match for them, and neither were the Lizardmen in the swamps.

Especially when a "big genius" hid a Revolver Machine Gun on the supply truck, pretending as if defenses were empty, luring Merfolk raiders to invade.

When these unsophisticated fools came closer, that guy suddenly sprang to life, cranked the handle and opened fire, leaving the Merfolk raiders in a daze.