Rise of the Werewolves: A New Dominion

"Name: Corvinus

Age: 10 years old

Profession: Fourth-tier Warrior (Experience 58/100) (Reputation 478/1000) (Cultivation 5/10)

Position: Chieftain of the Silvermane Tribe

Subjects: 2188 (Adult werewolves 1877, Juvenile werewolves 311.)

(Sixth-tier Warrior 1, Fifth-tier Warriors 4, Fourth-tier Warriors 17, Third-tier Warriors 89, Second-tier Warriors 956, First-tier Warriors 1121.)

Soldiers: 665 warriors, 76 war wolf cavalry.

Animal Pens: War wolves...

Territory: 1620 square kilometers

Marketplace: (Activated)

Profession Inheritance: (Activated)

Secondary Profession Inheritance: (Activated)"

Corvinus examined his attributes, which had hardly changed, but in the cultivation line, it had increased from four to five in just a few days.

He used to have a habit of doing morning exercises, but now it had turned into practicing combat skills for an hour every morning.

Whether it was the system giving him an advantage or his own talent was good, in just a few days, his cultivation had improved by one level.

Corvinus didn't dwell on it for long; after all, he had three routes to improve his strength, and he would become stronger no matter what.

The most significant change was in reputation!

On the day he became the chieftain, his reputation was only a little over a hundred points, but in just a few days, it had increased by several hundred.

Moreover, he had used over a hundred reputation points to exchange for potatoes and sweet potatoes; otherwise, his reputation would probably be close to seven hundred now.

If he included the reputation points he used at the very beginning, he might have already been able to upgrade to the fifth tier.

However, Corvinus did not regret it; he was now the chieftain. While personal strength was important, the tribe was equally important.

"Four hundred and seventy-eight points of reputation?" Corvinus fell into deep thought.

One point of reputation could exchange for ten pounds of potatoes or sweet potatoes, and similarly, one point could exchange for ten little white rabbits.

He planned to exchange for four hundred rabbits for Kordiak, and although he wanted to exchange for more, he thought it best to save some reputation points.

The tribe was currently in a large-scale land-clearing phase, and he could use reputation to exchange for some other crops.

Moreover, the tribe's food supply was still an issue; saving more reputation points could be a lifesaver in a critical moment by exchanging for potatoes or sweet potatoes.

After closing the system panel, Corvinus simply fell onto his bed.

He had planted sweet potatoes all day, and even as a fourth-tier warrior, he felt very tired all over.

Soon, the sound of snoring filled Corvinus's room.

...

Early morning, Corvinus walked out of his room.

Rather than waking up naturally, it was more accurate to say he was woken up by hunger. He had chewed a piece of black bread before going to bed yesterday, barely satisfying his hunger.

"Corvin, you're up, wash your face and come eat!"

Corvinus's head was not quite clear yet when he heard a kind-hearted woman's voice by his ear.

Corvinus looked over.

"Mother!"

Seeing the middle-aged woman smiling and bringing food to the table, Corvinus understood that his mother, who had been bedridden for several days, had finally returned to normal.

After a quick wash, Corvinus went to the dining table.

But as soon as he picked up his bowl, he saw a gaze staring straight at him.

"Mother, aren't you eating?" Corvinus turned to look at his mother, the affection in her eyes for her son made him somewhat uncomfortable.

After all, he was just an impostor, and he was like a stranger to this middle-aged woman.

"Eat first, I'll eat with Kevon and the others later," the werewolf mother said, looking at her son Corvinus with a smile.

Corvinus nodded, not saying much. Although he felt uncomfortable, he had things to do today and no time to waste.

Breakfast was simple.

It was a porridge made from black bread and water, with some wild vegetables and minced meat added.

Although it looked very unappetizing, it was much better than eating dry black bread.

"Mother, I'm done eating. The tribe has things to attend to today, so I'll leave first," Corvinus put down his bowl, glanced at the werewolf mother, and turned to leave.

"Alright, go ahead and busy yourself," the werewolf mother watched Corvinus's back, her eyes somewhat desolate, and she sighed. When she interacted with her son Corvinus, it seemed they were not mother and son bound by blood.

...

Council Hall!

Corvinus sat on the chieftain's throne, with two middle-aged werewolves below.

Naturally, they were his uncles Lothar and Reynold.

"The plan to expand the animal pens, I agree with it, but allocating eighty people to the animal pens, that's not feasible!" Lothar shook his head at Corvinus.

His nephew wanted to expand the size of the animal pens, and he had no objections to that, as the tribe was indeed severely short of meat, reaching a very dangerous low.

If the animal pens felt they could expand the breeding scale, he would naturally applaud and agree.

However, the animal pens actually wanted eighty people, which was simply a joke.

"How many people can be allocated at most?" Faced with his uncle's ruthless refusal, Corvinus did not mind and instead asked.

"Uncle, you should understand that the expansion of the animal pens must be carried out."

"The tribe is short of meat, and even I have felt my physical functions declining. If this continues, how much combat effectiveness will our warriors have left?"

"This is a very serious issue. If the army can't be maintained, then the Silvermane Tribe is doomed." Corvinus said indifferently.

"You're right, but the tribe needs people everywhere. Our tribe only has a little over two thousand people, excluding those children who can't work, there aren't many labor forces left."

"Especially now, the tribe's operation is very balanced. If we take out eighty people to the animal pens, will the work elsewhere still be done?" Reynold saw his second brother's lazy look and saw Corvinus's domineering appearance, and he finally couldn't help but speak.

Of course, although he was questioning Corvinus, his gaze did not look at Corvinus. Although he did not submit to his nephew, after all, his nephew was already the chieftain, and he still had to grasp the measure.

Corvinus glanced at his fifth uncle Reynold, who turned his face to the door.

Although his fifth uncle Reynold's retort made him a bit uncomfortable, what the other party said still made him fall into deep thought.

Indeed, the Silvermane Tribe was already an old machine, it could be said to be a hole, a nail.

If a few nails were given to the animal pens, then several holes would inevitably appear elsewhere.

Labor force ah!

The plan was beautiful, but in the end, it was a shortage of people.

"Uncle, the animal pens must be given people. Since there are no eighty people, how many can you allocate?" Corvinus asked after a moment of silence.

No matter what, the breeding plan on the animal pens must start.

"Humph!"

Reynold was very dissatisfied. His nephew had begun to force them.

Corvinus did not care about Reynold, but stared at his second uncle Lothar.

"Chieftain, I can't say exactly how many people now, I need to go back and make a count."

"At present, I have already allocated a lot of manpower to the tribe's land-clearing plan, and many tasks have been suspended. Now the land-clearing task has not been completed, and at this time, it is too eager to expand the animal pens on a large scale, isn't it?" Lothar looked at Corvinus and hesitated for a moment and asked.

His nephew had just become the chieftain for a few days, but there was a big move after another, and he almost couldn't react completely.

But he was not the chieftain, even if he was not adapted, he had to adapt.

But he felt that the development of the tribe did not need to be so urgent, and it could be carried out step by step.