Chapter 1 Yarop

Yarop's gaze remained like a blade, fixed on Sampel, as if trying to carve a piece of flesh from him.

"Kneel!" A Kavana guard stomped on Yarop's right knee, attempting to force him to kneel before Sampel.

Yarop was struck by a heavy blow, nearly falling to his knees, but he still managed to stand up.

"Sampel, the warriors of Kavana do not kneel before anyone," Yarop said in a low voice, his eyes filled with unyielding spirit.

A flicker of murderous intent flashed in Sampel's eyes, but he ultimately said calmly, "Yarop, you are free."

"Sampel, give it up. Do you think I'll believe you'd be so kind?" Yarop sneered.

"Great Prophet Nie Yan is now the lord of the Abernathy Great Prairie. He has decided to release you, so you are free, but from now on, you are no longer a Kavana warrior. You have been exiled," Sampel said coldly.

Upon hearing Sampel's words, Yarop was stunned for a moment. Then, his gaze turned to Nie Yan at the side. Only then did he understand why Sampel would suddenly have such a benevolent impulse to release him. It turned out that Nie Yan had saved him. Hope, which had been extinguished, rekindled in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, and veins bulged on his body, revealing the turmoil within him.

He was like a wild beast, wanting to tear Sampel to shreds. However, after a fierce internal struggle, his violent and agitated emotions slowly subsided. The bulging veins gradually smoothed out. He understood that if he attacked Sampel, he would not only fail to kill Sampel, but he would also sacrifice himself and betray Nie Yan's good intentions.

Yarop ignored Sampel and turned to look at Nie Yan, placing his right hand on his chest and kneeling on one knee.

"Yarop, didn't you say that the warriors of Kavana do not kneel before anyone?" Sampel sneered.

"From now on, Yarop is no longer a Kavana warrior, but a slave of Great Prophet Nie Yan!" Yarop looked up at Nie Yan, his eyes unusually firm. "Respected Great Prophet Nie Yan, please allow me to become your slave. In the name of the prairie god Bekapein, Yarop is willing to be loyal unto death!"

While Nie Yan was in a daze, he suddenly received a system message.

System: Are you willing to accept Berserker Yarop as your slave?

Seeing this system message, Nie Yan couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He hadn't expected to have such a harvest today. However, a slave was a being of very low status.

Suddenly, something occurred to Nie Yan, and he clicked 'No'.

"I'm sorry, Yarop, I am not willing to accept," Nie Yan said, shaking his head.

Yarop revealed a trace of confusion, and said somewhat helplessly, "Respected Great Prophet Nie Yan, am I not worthy to be your slave?"

If Nie Yan was unwilling to take Yarop away from here, then even if Yarop left this territory, he would be subjected to Sampel's endless pursuit. Although he felt humiliated, he had no choice but to do so due to the circumstances. However, he hadn't expected Nie Yan to refuse.

"Mr. Yarop, I think the title of slave is a desecration to a warrior. From now on, I will exempt you from the status of slave. If you are willing, I can accept you as my follower," Nie Yan said.

Yarop had originally been in despair, but after hearing Nie Yan's words, a glimmer of radiance returned to his eyes. When he looked at Nie Yan, his eyes were filled with gratitude.

Seeing Yarop's eyes, Nie Yan could feel that Yarop was sincere. What Nie Yan wanted was not an obedient slave, but a loyal servant.

Under normal circumstances, a player could only have three followers after becoming the guild leader of a level eight guild, but Nie Yan, as a Great Prophet, did not have such restrictions. He could currently recruit five servants. Once the Nirvana Flame Guild advanced to a level eight guild in the future, he, as the guild leader, would be able to obtain three more recruitment slots.

System: Are you willing to accept Berserker Yarop as your follower?

Yes. Nie Yan clicked confirm, and a system message rang out.

System: Berserker Yarop has become your follower.

Nie Yan looked at Yarop's attributes. Yarop was a level 180 elite berserker, but unfortunately not a Holy Swordsman or Divine Warrior. In Faith, the servant system was a rather special setting. As Nie Yan's servant, Yarop could help Nie Yan accomplish many things, but the experience he gained would not be shared with Nie Yan. He had his own thoughts, but he had a certain degree of loyalty to Nie Yan. If his loyalty fell below a certain value, he might leave or betray him. He could level up, learn skills, and wear equipment on his own, but if he died, unless there was a special resurrection spell to revive him within half an hour, he would die and disappear.

Nie Yan looked at Berserker Yarop's health and loyalty. Since Yarop was a tank-type warrior, his health was as high as 300,000. His current loyalty to Nie Yan had reached 80. Under normal circumstances, it was already very good for a servant's loyalty to reach 70, and reaching 80 was relatively rare. It was estimated that Nie Yan's words and actions had moved him.

When Nie Yan looked at Yarop again, he noticed that the slave brand on Yarop's left cheek was gradually fading away. It turned out that this brand was a blood pact. After Nie Yan took Yarop as his servant, this blood pact disappeared.

Yarop was more than a head taller than Shui Se Yan Tou and Tsui Can Dao Guang. He was like a strong ox. He currently had no equipment. Nie Yan planned to get him a set of metal armor, which would make him even more ferocious.

Among the many servants, Yarop's strength was considered relatively low. For example, Qin Han's servant, the undead mage Bordman, was a powerful legendary-level existence. However, legendary-level servants like that were very rare. Strength alone was not enough; one also needed good luck. Nie Yan had previously received a quest to rescue a Holy Knight. The final quest reward was to make Karls pledge allegiance, but with their current strength, it was completely impossible to do.

However, obtaining the first NPC was still a cause for celebration.

"The Abernathy Great Prairie is a dangerous place. The various tribes here have never ceased fighting each other. Respected Great Prophet Nie Yan, you must be careful in the future, lest you be affected by the war," Sampel said somewhat sinisterly.

"Thank you, Mr. Sampel, I will pay attention. We have other matters to attend to, so we will not stay any longer," Nie Yan said. He heard the threat in Sampel's words. He had just recruited a follower, and he was in a good mood. There was no point in staying in this place any longer.

"Great Prophet Nie Yan, may your journey be smooth," Sampel said, appearing very indifferent.

Nie Yan, Tsui Can Dao Guang, and the others turned and left.

Yarop was like a quiet lion, scanning the land where he had grown up, and then followed behind Nie Yan and left.

Once the group was outside the tribe, Yarop couldn't be stored away like the Holy Knight Leves or a flying mount. Nie Yan thought for a moment and summoned the Darkwing Dragon. In any case, the Darkwing Dragon could carry many people.

Everyone mounted their respective flying mounts and took to the sky.

They flew higher and higher, and the tents below became smaller and smaller.

Nie Yan stood on top of the Darkwing Dragon's head and looked back at Yarop, who was standing on the Darkwing Dragon's back, staring blankly below.

"Yarop," Nie Yan called out.

"Yes," Yarop said respectfully.

"Follow me, and sooner or later, you can flatten Kavana and take back what belongs to you," Nie Yan said.

"Respected Great Prophet Nie Yan, Yarop will be loyal to you until death," Yarop said, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, his voice trembling slightly.

Nie Yan looked at Yarop's loyalty, which had risen to 92 points. If you want a follower to increase their loyalty to you, you must understand what they need.

Yarop's reason for living was revenge, and Nie Yan had given him hope!

The group flew in the sky for a long time. Nie Yan finally found a place suitable for building a city. This location was exactly in the center of the Abernathy Great Prairie. Building a city here would facilitate control of the Abernathy Great Prairie.

Nie Yan said to Tsui Can Dao Guang, Shui Se Yan Tou, and the others in the team chat, "Let's choose to build here. Let's go down and clear the monsters first."

The group slowly descended from the sky and landed on the prairie.

To build a city, all the monsters in the vicinity had to be cleared.

Nie Yan looked at Yarop beside him. Yarop was only wearing a pair of pants, his upper body naked. Yarop needed a set of equipment, otherwise he would not be able to grind monsters at all.

"Have some thieves from below send a set of level 100 or higher dark gold warrior equipment, the best equipment that a level 180 can wear. Also, send a team of 500 people, coordinate location, Abernathy Great Prairie 1239.2385.1285" Nie Yan sent a message to Guo Huai.

"Okay," Guo Huai nodded and went to handle it after receiving the message.

"There are level 100 monsters nearby, and the distance is full of level 100 maps, from level 100 to level 160. This place has great development potential in the future," Tsui Can Dao Guang said. He spotted a level 100 black lion and immediately raised his greatsword to meet it.

A level 100 black lion with nearly 100,000 health was considered relatively strong among ordinary monsters.

A group of giant black lions surrounded them. Just as Nie Yan and the others were about to attack, they heard Yarop roar and charge towards the black lions.

"Can this guy do it with his bare hands?"

"Level 180 elite, should be no problem."

Just then, they saw Yarop punch a black lion, sending it flying out and crashing heavily to the ground. A damage number of over 50,000 floated above the black lion's head.

What powerful attack! Keep in mind Yarop didn't use a weapon!