Zuo Lang said indifferently, "Don't forget, you are not who you once were either. Now, not only do you have over a thousand Goblins, but you also have my clan. No matter how terrifying they are, they are still just one person, one Half-Ogre, who cannot break through your current defenses, provided that you have enough food. As long as you have enough food, you will be able to summon even more Goblins. By then, you will be the Goblin King, and they will have to bow before you instead."
The vision Zuo Lang painted made Andy, who was naturally a bit hunched, straighten his back involuntarily.
That's right, they were no longer that small tribe with just dozens of Goblins. They were now a large tribe with over twenty Goblin Wolf Cavalry and thousands of Goblins, not much different from the Gnolls of the Blackwell Tribe.
Now, the only thing to do was to rid themselves of the shackles around their necks.
