As the voice fell, Luo Yan could distinctly feel those gray, cloudy pupils gradually brightening up, reigniting the hope for life.

These goblins didn't care about being openly priced; after all, they had been dealt with like this since birth, even being passed around several times in the Slave Market.

A 1000 Kela goblin and a 100 Kela goblin were not the same...

This seemed more persuasive than any fancy rhetoric, convincing those who were originally anxious in an instant.

Luo Yan keenly noticed this and finally a smile appeared on his lips.

It was pointless to offer pie in the sky to the dead.

If these guys didn't even hope to live, convinced that they were just cannon fodder, then speaking of tomorrow was of no use.

But now it was different.

Every goblin's heart was ignited with a desire to survive, not just panic about whether they could stay alive.

For such ones, Luo Yan could bestow upon them even more —

Such as a reason to fight.

"Do you understand? You're not cannon fodder, I never planned to use you as cannon fodder, and I hope you won't presume to think so! Do you know why I chose you? Because you're different from other goblins; you have nimble hands, and a wisdom and cunning that match a goblin's... and it's exactly these things that I need!"

Looking at those increasingly bright eyes, he raised his loud voice, letting it echo across the entire pasture.

"I hope all of you can survive and join me in my Demon King Territory!"

"There, you don't have to wait for tomorrow like slaves, nor fear the future that is never sure! You won't only have your own nests to sleep in, but also meat to eat and wine to drink, just like the goblins that walk on the streets of Demon City!"

"Anything they can do, you can do! Even more than what they can do! Because they are just goblins at their best, while you —"

"are Nalbart!!!"

This was a term Luo Yan came up with spontaneously, not an actual race in this world, but a creation from a game on Earth in his previous life.

Impromptu speeches were like this, having a general direction in mind, saying what the audience wanted to hear based on their reactions.

Luo Yan needed such a word to distinguish one group of goblins from another, making them realize their own uniqueness.

However, Luo never expected that the goblins in front of him would react so vigorously, their excited cheers resonating as one.

In the midst of deafening cheers, a new race was born...

Just like how goblins originally distinguished themselves from other goblins

Luo Yan suddenly realized that he seemed to have inadvertently become a race inventor.

"Nalbart!!!"

"Oh, oh, oh!!!"

"Long live Lord Demon King!!!"

"Nalbart!! Nalbart!!!"

Each goblin was roaring excitedly, cheering their new name, cheering for the Demon King who had bestowed them with a new life.

It wasn't just them —

Even Oke was shouting excitedly, even more so than when Luo Yan had praised him for being smarter than a goblin!

After finding a home, he had found something new —

That thing was called a sense of belonging!

Or rather, a sense of identity!

A race named "Nalbart" was gradually taking shape, needing only a few victories or perhaps legends to flesh out its still hollow skeleton.

And it wasn't just the Nalbarts.

Even the Little Demons who were watching from a distance were ignited with desire, their eyes shining with envy.

Even goblins could live a life with meat to eat and wine to drink...

Why did it sound more comfortable than working under Lord Kela Dragon?

Not to mention Lord Dragon, the Demon King Territory as depicted by the Demon King sounded just like Demon City!

Though Black Wind Valley was only a hundred kilometers away from Demon City, being close didn't mean it was Demon City.

The Little Demons here were just like serfs and were "atomized" at that, not even having a bigger "Condensation Core."

Under many nearly fanatical gazes, that figure, which suddenly seemed tall and mighty, continued to speak.

"Remember! Today you stand here not only to fight for me but for yourselves! For unlimited meat and wine! For the future of Nalbart!"

Pupils burning with zeal, numerous small goblins erupted with shouts that far surpassed their modest statures.

It was as if they standing here were giants!

"We swear to follow Demon King forever!!!"

"Very well," Luo Yan nodded in approval, returning the command to an awe-struck Oke under his worshipful gaze.

At that moment, he was no longer nervous.

Those pupils, previously marked by fear and wandering, even shone with a determination to face death.

Watching the suddenly transformed Oke, Luo Yan also felt deeply moved.

Although he had always been good at public speaking, it was only at that moment that he realized just how powerful faith could be.

"Looks like you're well-rested now. Now do as my subordinate has instructed, assemble the parts beside you into our cannon!"

"Let those Demons see — the roar of Nalbart!"

"Oh, oh, oh!" The goblins present were as if invigorated with adrenaline, all filled with energy, no longer sluggish as before.

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