Raylo placed an unprecedented level of importance on the new Giant squad that had just joined his territory.
Once armed, these walking War Weapons would become a persistent nightmare for any enemy on the battlefield.
He summoned the patriarch of the Valen Family to his study in the castle.
It was not Old Haman, but his son Harlem—the new patriarch of the Valen Race.
Old Haman was getting on in years and had stepped back, leaving the family in Harlem's hands.
"Kado's Wolf Fang Club is too small. It's holding back his full potential,"
Raylo said, getting straight to the point.
"Forge him a giant Wolf Fang Club, twenty meters long. Use the best Refined Iron and Magic Materials, and make sure it's strong."
Harlem nodded. A crude, hulking weapon like a Wolf Fang Club wasn't difficult to forge. The biggest challenge wasn't the smelting or Forging process itself, but rather the inconvenience of moving and hammering something of its sheer weight and size.
"Also,"
Raylo continued,
