525: Chapter 443 Armed Golia Tribesmen_2 525: Chapter 443 Armed Golia Tribesmen_2 The population of the Mountain Tribe is not large; what Gaven had previously seen was two-thirds of their tribe.

Of the remaining fifty, aside from a dozen tent mothers, the rest were infants and toddlers, with very few adolescents, as they had all been utilized as adult warriors.

This was determined by their main living environment, where a split was inevitable once the population exceeded a certain number.

In Golia, the Mountain Tribe is an outright large tribe.

If it weren’t for the increasingly severe conflict with the Dwarves Elf, they would have split into two tribes long ago.

Most Golia tribes keep their population within one hundred, with fifty to sixty adult Golias taking care of twenty to thirty newborns.

This scale not only allows them to deal with most of the disasters in the high mountains, including the White Dragons that choose to nest on cold peaks, but also prevents them from exerting fatal pressure and damage on their living environment.

“What’s going on?” Gaven asked Kergai, pointing to the high mountain tents outside, a look of confusion on his face, “Didn’t I allocate the first floor hall of the Tower of Dominion for you to live in?

There should be enough space there for all of you, right?

If it’s not enough, I’ll allocate the second floor to you as well.”

Kergai replied with a helpless expression, “Those stubborn men have started to carry out the terms of their wager; just leave them be.

If they want to live in those low tents, let them.”

To cope with the mountain winds and bitter cold, high mountain tents are usually small and low, the Golia’s are no exception.

Even for Gaven, they were not spacious, let alone for the tall and strapping Golia, who had to stoop to enter.

“Do the Golia ultimately revere challenges, or suffering?” Gaven was somewhat stunned, “I’ve never heard of using suffering as a whetstone to sharpen one’s Will and Constitution.

Will can be honed, but the body needs to be nurtured.

Only a balance between work and rest can keep it in peak condition.”

“These men with heads full of stone and muscle have gone completely to extremes.

Now no one listens to reason.

The only way is to defeat them with strength, make them utterly convinced by their loss, and then they will naturally follow the City Lord’s system,” Kergai was very aware of the Golia’s stubbornness, each of them as unyielding as a rock, not stopping until completely shattered.

“Don’t tell me they wouldn’t use excellent weapons even if they had them, insisting instead on these stone implements in their hands,” Gaven asked with some concern.

The weapons of these Golia tribesmen consisted of only a few steel weapons; most were made from hard wood or stone gathered from the high mountains.

Although big and heavy, in the end, their power was quite ordinary due to the limitations of the material.

This had put them at a significant disadvantage in their previous battles against the Dwarves Elf.

The equipment of those Dwarves Elf could be termed luxurious, with both weapons and gear being at least +1 Magic Equipment or higher.

Not to mention, all Dwarves Elf were adept at using poison, and the followers of the Master of the Masked, Velen, were experts among experts in this regard.

It was fortunate that the Golia Tribe had a special Constitution, highly resistant to toxins; otherwise, they would have been at a serious disadvantage in this aspect.

“Of course not; they aren’t that foolish,” Kergai said with a smile, “Our race is quite special; we have a natural affinity for large weapons.

Therefore, in terms of career choices, we usually specialize in those large weapons.

Even the two-handed weapons of Humans seem too delicate for us.”

“As long as you’re willing to switch to more refined weapons, that’s fine.

You pick a few warriors to come with me,” Gaven offered.

“There’s no need for that trouble; here comes a ready-made solution,” Kergai pointed outside.

The Chieftain of the Mountain Tribe, Fearless Boulder, and the first combat squad Leader, the Fearless One, saw Gaven approaching and quickly came to greet him.

Gaven couldn’t help but tease, “Chieftain Fearless Boulder, isn’t your competitive spirit a bit too strong?

Can’t you wait until your people have healed from their injuries before competing?”

Before Chieftain Eglaras could reply, the Fearless One spoke up proudly, “A comfortable life will erode their Will.

I am helping them resist temptation.

Even in a city, they must behave as if they were in the mountains.”

“If it makes you happy,” Gaven said.

Finding it difficult to argue with someone as stubborn as a bull, he led them to the Tower of Dominion’s internal transport circle and they appeared directly on the sublevel one.

“This is…”

“So much equipment!”

“City Lord, where did you get all these large pieces of equipment?

And they’re all of such high quality?”

The sight before them made the Leader of the Mountain Tribe take a sharp intake of breath and exclaim in amazement.

The sublevel one was not plunged into darkness despite being underground, much like a Sealing Space.

The Crystal walls emitted a soft glow, illuminating the area as if it were daylight.

Every device in operation needs energy to function, and the Tower of Dominion is no exception, especially with its ten times Spell amplification effect, the energy consumption is even more enormous.

What it uses is not simply Magic energy, but the real source is solar energy.

Not only the Tower of Dominion itself but the entire Mesnoel City with all its Living Rock Crystal Constructions, is connected to the Tower, being part of it.

This connection isn’t necessarily above ground; most of it is below, serving as its energy drawing and storage devices.

So long as Gaven wishes, he can light up the whole Mesnoel City with a single thought.

It has to be said, the Elves are the race with the most Magic black technology on the Felen Continent, many of which are even considered cutting-edge in modern terms.