"Everyone, from now on, Gloomwood Forest is the territory of our Gnoll race!"
"As long as we do not betray the great Orion, this place will be the homeland of our Gnoll race for generations to come!"
"Can you smell it? The invigorating energy that permeates the air in this territory!"
"I believe that in this territory, the Gnoll race will nurture more strong and talented offspring!"
"Come, for Lord Orion, for the Gnoll race, let us toast! Drink to your heart's content!"
Giving speeches and inspiring others was a simple matter for Dirtclaw, who had once led cannon fodder troops.
Dirtclaw let out a belch, his hazy eyes sweeping over the Gnolls in the fortress.
These were all his capable subordinates, lacking neither loyalty nor strength.
It was just that their talent was a bit low; many were stuck at the peak of the hero level, unable to advance even an inch.
