All the remaining dwarf warriors were disarmed, and their armor and weapons were heaped up together.

  As the population grew, matters inevitably became far more complex.

  Gorgin yearned to return to his own small domain but found himself helpless to do so.

  Certainly, there was no chance he would do all the work alone; that was simply unthinkable.

  Gorgin's aim had always been to lead a better and more comfortable life.

  He relished the pleasures of life rather than being fixated on power.

  He didn't care about controlling cities or oases; as long as he could control the managers of those oases, that sufficed.

  He led the ogres to the edge of the oasis pond in Giant Sand City and comfortably reclined in the shade.

  Simultaneously, he gave Karin her instructions.

  "Get those dwarves moving. Stop them from looking so glum, as if they've lost their mothers. Just looking at them irritates me," Gorgin said.

  Karin, having tidied herself up, swiftly stepped into the role of city lord.

  As a succubus who had endured a twenty - minute “battle” with the ogre chief, she was decisive and efficient. In fact, she was quite enthusiastic about it.

  She had never envisioned that she could so easily become the lord of a city.

  It was a dream she wouldn't even dare to dream.

  However, with this new position came great pressure and a profound sense of responsibility.

  By now, she had a basic understanding of the chief.

  There were only two reasons she had been promoted.

  One was her absolute loyalty, and the other was that the chief currently had very few reliable people at his disposal.

  Opportunities always favored those who were prepared and capable of seizing them.

  Rising from a slave to a city lord was almost unheard of in this desert.

  Karin stood proudly in front of thousands of dwarves.

  When the former dwarf leader had been on equal footing with the chief to conduct business, she had been nothing more than an ordinary attendant in a pleasure house.

  Politely speaking, she was an attendant, but in truth, wasn't she just a lowly figure?

  Although the chief said she was brutal, ruthlessness was, after all, a necessary trait for a hegemon.

  And although the chief said she was lustful, was there anyone in this world who wasn't?

  As a succubus, she knew this all too well.

  Despite the chief's harshness, he was truly good to his own tribesmen.

  As long as one didn't make mistakes and earnestly completed the tasks assigned by the chief, one could survive in the territory of this "brutal" chief.

  Most importantly, the chief always kept his word and was fair in rewarding and punishing.

  He was kind to his own people and tough on outsiders.

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  He rewarded those who made contributions and punished those who made mistakes.

  He had exceptional combat power and intelligence.

  He didn't care about race; he only valued loyalty and was willing to entrust important tasks to capable and loyal outsiders.

  He was the perfect template for a regional overlord!

  Chief, you say you don't want to seek dominance...

  Who would believe that?

  It's just that your own kind, lacking in intelligence, are holding you back.

  Karin touched the Branding of the Rock on her body and made a decision in her heart.

  The chief always said he wanted to live a comfortable life.

  She was determined to do everything in her power to ensure that the chief lived the best and most comfortable life possible, for the chief's sake and for her own.

  If Gorgin knew what Karin was thinking, he would probably be at a loss for words.

  This was simply a difference in the understanding of the word "comfort" between their two worlds.

  What Gorgin wanted was to eat well, sleep soundly, and have all kinds of attendants to massage him.

  These three things, the more perfect the better.

  He hoped he could live like that until he died without having to move a muscle.

  But Karin, as a succubus, believed that being the greatest chief, wielding the greatest power, and being able to decide the life and death of all the people in any oasis with a single word was what comfort meant.

  This was also the common understanding among the intelligent races in the endless desert.

  In short, they had different ideas.

  Karin got to work. She led Kolber and all the agile dwarves to toss all the armor and equipment into the largest smelting furnace in Giant Sand City.

  Karin didn't retrieve the weapons that had been seized by the foreign troops during the battle.

  Nuya and his team were going to the third Hot Sand Oasis, where they needed to be stationed.

  Without weapons, those warriors would have a much harder time.

  Although they didn't have the branding, they were now third - class members of the Dragon's Lair Tribe and the chief's property!

  The intense flames blazed fiercely in the smelting furnace, melting all the armor and weapons into molten iron.

  On the other hand, a huge mold, quite large for the dwarves, had been readied.

  It was about three meters long, thicker at the front and thinner at the back, and the thick part was covered with sturdy and sharp teeth—a spiked club.

  Karin needed to prepare twenty such huge spiked clubs, including one for Gorgin.

  Although Gorgin now had a forging hammer, it was still important to have a spiked club as a backup.

  The scalding molten iron was poured into the mold.

  After cooling slightly, it took shape. Once the temperature dropped completely, the mold could be opened.

  Even for the dwarves, who were the spirits of the earth, a three - meter - long spiked club required two of them to lift it with great effort.

  The dwarves carried the finished spiked club to show it to Gorgin and see if he was satisfied.

  Karin had thoughtfully wrapped the handle of the spiked club with animal skin.

  Gorgin, who was cooling off in the shade, stood up with great interest when he saw the dwarves carrying the spiked club over.

  "Whoa!" As soon as he grasped the spiked club, Gorgin felt its weight and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  "A solid iron lump. It's really something."

  He lifted the spiked club and swung it casually, and immediately, a howling sound of tearing air was heard.

  "If we had this kind of weapon from the beginning, the previous siege would have been much easier."

  The dwarves shrank their necks and didn't dare to speak.

  A three - meter - long solid iron spiked club, combined with the terrifying strength of the ogres... Their city walls were only six meters high...

  If the ogres had had this weapon at that time, they would have surrendered long ago.

  In the hands of an ogre, this thing was no different from a battering ram for ordinary races.

  "Good. Make them according to this standard," Gorgin said, satisfied.

  "If there are any remaining materials after making twenty such weapons, then use them to make shields. The shields should be thick and sturdy, at least ten centimeters thick."

  "You can decide on the shape yourself. Within the allowable conditions, you can make them a bit larger."

  The dwarves naturally didn't dare to object.

  The materials used were all from the melted weapons and equipment of their warriors, and even the fallen warriors had been stripped clean.

  It was a disgrace, but they had no choice.

  Gorgin waved his hand, dismissing them.

  This was Karin's first task.

  The previous battle had damaged all the ogres' big bone hammers.

  After all, they were just made of bone and couldn't withstand such intense combat.

  These spiked clubs and shields were currently the first batch of replacement standard equipment that Gorgin had prepared for his tribesmen.

  With the unique racial effect that the ogres called Krummashaaar!, Gorgin had some new ideas about weapons, but he still needed time to study and practice them.

  If the experiments were successful, these weapons and equipment would soon be retired and melted down.

  "Nu, go and deliver this to my mother," Gorgin said, plopping down on the ground and ordering his subordinate.

  "Okay!" Nu scratched his head, shouldered the triple - barreled machine gun, picked up the spiked club with one hand, and strode out of the city.

  At this moment, Horne and the foreign troops hadn't left yet, so there was still time to deliver it.