Goblin Simulation: Building a Dark Empire
Chapter 217 – Southern wastelands

A vow is like shackles on one's soul.

Breaking it will lead to self-destruction by one's own power.

"Very well, you may leave now!"

Just like that, Sandra came and went in a hurry.

Shortly after Sandra left, there was movement from the Barbarian army in the canyon.

Amidst the swirling dust, the Barbarian army began to retreat.

"They're retreating, the Barbarian army is retreating!"

The retreat of the Barbarian army sparked cheers from the walls of the Garrison Fort.

The happiest, of course, were the ordinary soldiers.

On the battlefield, ordinary soldiers were just cannon fodder.

Once war broke out, the death toll among soldiers would be in the tens of thousands.

Sandra also gained significant fame from this war.

Because Lady Sandra went alone to the Barbarian camp.

Shortly after her return, the Barbarian army retreated.

Anyone would attribute the credit for the Barbarian retreat to Lady Sandra.

The next day, in the Ogre Mountains.

"Boss, why didn't we do anything this time?"

Dust billowed in the canyon.

The massive army stretched for tens of kilometers in the canyon.

Within the army, Benben followed behind the boss.

"Benben, this is war. Fighting and killing are the essence of war, but sometimes war ends through negotiation."

"Boss, Benben doesn't quite understand."

"Haha, it's okay if you don't understand. Benben, you just need to follow the boss and fight."

"Oh, I see!"

Standing high and looking far, the dense figures ahead were all visible.

Although they didn't capture the Garrison Fort this time, they gained a lot.

They not only reclaimed the southern wastelands from the Barbarians but also expelled the demon tribe from the southern wastelands.

As for whether the ghost beastmen would return to the southern wastelands, Li Meng didn't know.

But Li Meng wouldn't just do nothing.

Five days later, the Barbarian army split into two in the Ogre Mountains.

The Goblin army would return to the Goblin Forest.

Meanwhile, the Barbarian army would return to the southern wastelands.

Li Meng didn't return to the throne tribe with the Goblin army.

Instead, he went with the Barbarians to the demon tribe's camp in the southern wastelands.

Half a month later, one day.

In the southern wastelands, at the demon tribe's camp.

"How did you survive in the past?"

In the tent, Li Meng gathered the chieftains of the beastmen.

"Great King, when we were on the northern continent, each of our clans had its own hunting grounds!"

A beastman chieftain answered the Great King.

Sitting cross-legged on animal skins, Li Meng appeared contemplative.

So the beastmen were Nomadic Barbarians.

In the past, the beastmen relied on the Barbarians of the southern wastelands for sustenance.

Now that the ghost beastmen had been expelled, the beastmen should become self-reliant.

Li Meng spread out a map drawn by the demon tribe.

He circled an area on the map.

"From now on, this area will be your hunting ground. How it's divided is up to your clans to discuss."

The resources in the southern wastelands, though not abundant, weren't poor either.

Most of the southern wastelands were sparse savannahs.

Several rivers flowed from the Ogre Mountains straight to the sea.

There were also several large lakes, so most areas didn't lack water resources.

Moreover, the southern wastelands covered a considerable area.

It stretched over seven hundred kilometers north to south and over five hundred kilometers east to west.

It could easily support the less than three hundred thousand Barbarian population.

Even supporting a million Barbarian population wouldn't be a problem.

If the ecological environment of the southern wastelands were protected in a planned manner,

it could support even more people.

If the Barbarians were taught animal husbandry,

the southern wastelands could become a treasure land.

As for farming, that's out of the question.

The southern wastelands were called such for a reason.

The soil there wasn't suitable for farming.

"Is there any problem?"

Li Meng looked at Pig Dajin and Wolf Howl.

The division of territory had to be agreed upon by the chieftains of each Barbarian tribe.

After all, the Pigmen tribe, Gnolls, and centaurs were the true masters of the southern wastelands.

Although they looked pained, Pig Dajin and Wolf Howl didn't dare refuse.

"No problem, no problem, Great King, whatever you say goes!"

Pig Dajin nodded with a pained expression.

Wolf Howl also quickly nodded to show agreement.

Margarita naturally had no objections.

Giving the beastmen some land was better than supporting them.

"I know the wars with humans have cost you dearly. I have no demands on you, just rest and recuperate. Oh, and send me a few females to bear little Goblins for me, ten from each will do. They'll be my queens. They should be good, with ample bosoms and wide hips, beautiful and fertile. If you dare deceive me, I'll turn you into jerky."

Facing the Great King's fierce gaze,

the chieftains in the tent looked terrified.

They nodded vigorously.

"Um... Great King, perhaps you should choose yourself. We don't know your aesthetic preferences."

Li Meng turned to look at Margarita beside him.

"Margarita, I'll leave this matter to you. Once you've chosen, send them to the throne tribe."

Margarita was taken aback.

She hadn't expected the Great King to entrust this task to her.

Though she was a woman, she didn't know the Great King's preferences.

The females of each tribe had different appearances.

How could she, an outsider, distinguish beauty from ugliness?

"What's your name?"

Before Margarita could refuse, Li Meng looked at a beastman.

The beastman chieftain quickly stepped forward.

"Great King, my name is 'Hammer'!"

"Hammer, from now on, you're the chief chieftain. This camp is yours!"

With that, Li Meng put on his helmet and stood up.

Then he strode out of the tent.

"Alright, everyone, return to your homes. I'm heading back too!"

The chieftains quickly got up to see him off.

They only stopped when they had escorted the Great King out of the camp.

Watching the Great King's massive figure gradually disappear, the chieftains were troubled.

"Queen Margarita, you... you must help us!"

"Yes, you were the first to follow the Great King, you should know his preferences."

"I... I don't want to be turned into jerky."

The beastman chieftains looked eagerly at Margarita.

Margarita faced their gazes with a headache.

"I... I don't know either. If you bring a female before me, I can't tell if she's beautiful or ugly."

Margarita looked at the beastmen.

Though their skin was rough, their figures were decent.

Female beastmen didn't have the unsightly tusks of the males.

Beauty and ugliness should be discernible.

As for the Pigmen...

Looking at Pig Dajin's plump figure, Margarita was doubtful.

At least by her standards, female Pigmen wouldn't be associated with beauty.

As for the Gnolls...

Margarita rubbed her forehead in frustration.

Gnolls were just upright beasts.

Covered in fur, there was no distinction between beauty and ugliness.

"Stop, stop, stop, don't argue!"

The noise made Margarita's headache worse.

"Ample bosoms and wide hips, that's the most important. As for beauty, send your most important females to the Great King, and he won't have any complaints. The Great King's queens rotate annually, so handle it as you see fit!"

Hearing this, the chieftains' eyes lit up.

This way, even if the Great King found them ugly, they had a good excuse.

"Prepare the tribute quickly. I'll set off for the throne tribe tomorrow."