[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence":3,"chapter-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-163":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2338626,4572,"Chapter 163","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-163",163,"\u003Cp>Great merit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon learning the terms Nalxi and others had negotiated with the tribal chieftains, Gervas exclaimed, “Well, damn!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only intended to casually rescue the main army and avoid being trapped behind enemy lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected such an unexpected bonus—he had seriously underestimated the importance of these dozen or so heirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this truly was great merit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Restoring the situation was great merit; reclaiming territory was an even greater achievement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just wondered whether the higher-ups would swallow up much of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they didn’t swallow it, wouldn’t he at least be granted a viscount title?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the tribes were already impatient; seeing this, the nobles wasted no time and immediately began negotiating with the tribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one would release the hostages based solely on the chieftains’ promises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the tribal chieftains swore oaths before their God of the Hunt, it would be different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After nobles swore oaths before the God of Glory, a few shameless individuals might still break their word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But among the tribes, such a thing would never happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tribes placed greater emphasis on faith—faith was their greatest spiritual pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if one swore an oath before the God of the Hunt and then failed to keep it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not only would that chieftain be shunned by his own people,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the entire tribe would be despised by all other barbarian tribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Chieftain of the Silver Moon Tribe, swear before the God of the Hunt: once the nobles release all tribal heirs, we shall immediately withdraw all tribes from the Griffon Kingdom’s border—including the city of Pakka…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, Chieftain of the Black Tiger Tribe, swear before the God of the Hunt…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nobles, are you satisfied now?! Will you release my offspring?!” The Black Tiger Chieftain and several others glared fiercely at Gervas—they already knew this young noble had kidnapped their children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nalxi and the others also immediately turned to Gervas, since the hostages were still in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” Gervas was straightforward—he ordered his subordinates to release all the tribal heirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the bound tribal heirs returned to their respective chieftains, the exchange was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver Moon Grand Chieftain also kept his word—he immediately ordered his men to sound the retreat horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cavalry would also be dispatched to notify the scattered units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before departing, the Silver Moon Grand Chieftain looked at Gervas. “Young noble, could you tell me which family you come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One does not strike a smiling face; the Silver Moon Grand Chieftain’s tone was amiable, so Gervas replied politely, “The Gail Family!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then which family are you from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Gail Family?” The Silver Moon Grand Chieftain frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew all the prominent noble families of the Griffon Kingdom—but he had never heard of the Gail Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Silver Moon Grand Chieftain switched tactics. “Noble, what is the name of your domain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you trying to find me for revenge, Grand Chieftain?” Gervas challenged. “Of course, I’m not afraid—my domain is called Stormhold!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stormhold?” The Silver Moon Grand Chieftain’s confusion deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He naturally could not imagine that this man who had accomplished such a feat came from an obscure little family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the Griffon Kingdom’s side, however, some nobles who heard Gervas’s domain name exchanged glances and whispered among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grand Chieftain, the army is ready to retreat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he could extract no further information, the Silver Moon Grand Chieftain did not linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave a command, and departed with the chieftains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the tribal army finally withdraw as agreed, Nalxi let out a long breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just now, when you heard ‘Stormhold,’ your expressions seemed off—what’s going on?” Nalxi asked the nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Nalxi, Stormhold lies in the kingdom’s southeast. It’s said to be a land of death—three nobles have died there within ten years…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three nobles died in ten years?” Nalxi blinked, then turned a puzzled gaze toward Gervas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was this man’s status? If he came from a great family, why would he assign such a domain to an heir?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Nalxi and the others puzzled over this, a frantic report interrupted his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he and the nobles assumed some change had occurred among the tribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the cavalry reported that Marxis the Marquis had arrived, everyone was stunned—and delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the greetings, Marxis the Marquis rode into camp clad in full armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though born into a great noble family, Marxis was a second son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His current status and achievements were earned through years of battlefield service in his youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Marxis the Marquis was one of the kingdom’s titled knight-strength warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nalxi, what happened? Where are the enemies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marxis scanned the camp—it was battered, but no enemies were in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his way here, he had encountered fleeing nobles who told him the camp was on the brink of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet upon arriving, he found no crisis at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nalxi and the nobles exchanged smiles and stepped forward quickly. “Your Grace, the enemies have withdrawn—and they’ve promised to retreat beyond Pakka City!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retreat beyond Pakka City? Meaning they’re pulling all the way out past the border? How is that possible?” Marxis was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace, this is how it happened…” Nalxi did not delay—he immediately recounted everything that had transpired that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You led three hundred men into the enemy camp while it was empty and successfully captured all the tribal heirs?” Marxis stared in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a seasoned warrior—he knew how impossible such a feat was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is Baron Gervas?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the question, all the nobles turned toward Gervas, who stood slightly behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re Gervas?” Marxis immediately sized him up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Your Grace!” Gervas bowed respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have I met you before? Why does your name sound familiar?” Marxis frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas was caught off guard. “Your Grace, I’ve never met you before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then one of Marxis’s subordinates suddenly remembered something and whispered, “Your Grace, if I recall correctly, the man who slew the Black Tiger squad and reclaimed Lord Levin’s head was also named Gervas!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marxis’s eyes widened. “So you’re the one who reclaimed Lord Levin’s head?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas now understood—he remained calm. “Yes, Your Grace. I previously served with the Left Wing Army and did slay a two-hundred-man Black Tiger squad, while reclaiming Lord Levin’s head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good! Good! Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marxis said nothing else—only repeated those three words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding nobles all looked at Gervas with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Marxis the Marquis was only a titular noble, he was one of the King’s most trusted commanders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could speak directly to His Majesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furthermore, he hailed from the Duke of Vitt family—if one could gain Marxis as an ally, one’s future was limitless.\u003C\u002Fp>",1111,"2026-06-20T22:44:01.160Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d0f5549e140565324b0ff4f8f5fb73a5aa3d736bd8cbeb039d2743ecbe5ad13d","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-164","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-162",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]