After extracting himself from the bed, which is rather difficult as it is warm and the fact he cuddled with Rania, but Alros managed.
He quickly took a bath and changed some clothing, deciding to wear an armor that he bought for himself some time ago.
A look on the sky reveal it is already evening.
"I should get away from here now, but there would be patrols. Maybe make a move during the night. Also, since I would be leaving this Nation..." a wicked smile formed on the demon's face.
-x-
"Looks like there is nothing, like the last few months had been," a guard patrolling the border of Zell Forest complained, his tone filled with boredom. The others did not voice their thought, but they think the same thing as he did.
"At the very least, we don't have to walk around the border. That will be true torment," the others nodded with the first guard. Staying in the fortress to keep watch of the border is boring, but at least it is both boring and tiring like walking at the border, to investigate the gap between the fortresses of the border.
The first guard was about to complain when he heard flapping wings behind him. Turning his head, he see a spear thrusting towards him, before all turned to black.
-x-
"That's done. I get tons of SP as well," he said with a happy tone, before deciding to take a quick look on the system space menu
< System Space Tier 2 Level 5
Space Limit (Population) : 1976/6000
Space Limit (Equipment) : 1495/1500
Space Limit (Lair) : 300/300
-x-
"So, this is the final stop before I reach the border of the Torim Kingdom?" Alros whispered to himself before walking into the last city. It is meant for a quick stop, though he do heard of there being a slave caravan coming through.
Naturally, he is interested, to bring the slaves under new management of course. He decide to do a little digging. Maybe getting some answers from one of the members of the caravan.
-x-
"So, they would be going through this area," he said to himself. What luck it is that the caravan would go through the same route he planned to use. He did not need to make any changes, aside from heading early to prepare and unleash the ambush.
He looked at the male slaver before removing the memory of this encounter. He did not want them to change their plan so, he need to make sure the man would be able to function properly. welcome-to-NovelFire
So, he could not kill him either. At the very least, he can use him as a beacon, telling him where the caravan is.
-x-
"There they are," he observe the caravan, his eyes focusing inside the different carriages, all having slaves, though all of them are human. There ratio of male and female slave seem to be balanced this time, but there are still about 50 women, making it a profitable endeavor.
"Let's get this going," joining the attack is 50 of his clones. The 50 is different in that they are the combat variant, though they can still fuck the women. In fact, they did it better than the rest of the clones.
The reason the 50 are different is that he pick 10 from each batch of 100 and done some improvement, turning them into the combat variant. This allow him to invest on some of his clones to be able fighter, while not spending too much.
He can send the goblins but it would be shocking to see such species in a place with little mana. It is also to give his combat clones some experience, even if it is to deal with some pathetic slavers.
-x-
"That is all of them. Now to go to the Torim Kingdom," Alros said, leaving the battlefield filled with the corpses of slavers and ruined carriages.