She had only ever seen such an aura in the Underworld, on those top-tier Lords.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly held her chest, bowing respectfully.
"May the darkness favor you, Isa greets you, esteed Sovereign of Weilu City."
The proud Elf, at this mont, slowly lowered her head, which was usually held high.
Lear heard the change in her tone and replied softly.
"It seems you’ve been thinking a lot these days."
"Yes, Master..."
"Then, when you’ve completely thought it through, co and tell ."
Lear wasted no words and got straight to the point.
"I need the Secret Technique you control to cultivate a Tree Guardian."
Upon hearing this, Isa took a deep breath.
If it had been half a month ago, he would have definitely used this to negotiate terms.
But after witnessing the transformation of Weilu City, he no longer had such thoughts.
If they don’t demonstrate their value soon, the other party would really dispose of them... like useless garbage.
This territory is indifferent to their presence...
"Master, we are willing to serve you."
Hearing this Dark Night Elf decide decisively, Lear nodded slightly.
"Good, I like dealing with smart people."
It seems that the effects of the detention over the past few days are quite evident.
"Do you need any additional materials for the Activation of a Swamp Treant?"
"The bloodline of the Dark Night Elf is the only dium for Casting."
Isa spoke with a hint of pride in her tone.
But then she subdued that pride, knowing her stance was worthless before this Human Lord.
"Very well, I have 12 Swamp Treants that need your Secret Technique... how many people are needed?"
Swamp Treants? Not Ancient Trees?
The Dark Night Elf hesitated.
"Activation can only transform a tree into a treant."
"Swamp Treants are already living beings; our Activation may not be effective..."
She had never seen a living being activated; they were already alive, how could they be further activated?
Lear chuckled.
"Who told you treants couldn’t be further activated?"
"Just follow my instructions... For 12 level 9 treants, how many Dark Night Elves do we need?"
Upon hearing this, Isa didn’t complicate matters and straightforwardly replied.
"Five squads!"
Lear nodded, then looked at Bain beside him.
"Take five squads of Dark Night Elves to the Swamp Treants and summon the Green Grass Granny as well."
Without delay, he directly took Isa to the Swamp Treants.
Arriving in the area, the Dark Night Elf leader, who had been contemplating Activation, suddenly turned to look in a particular direction.
Staring fixedly at the foremost swamp tree, where its roots ford a cocoon.
Within it, she sensed a unique life force.
The Origin Power it emitted made her feel imnse pressure... at least level 13 life!
If this life alone were unleashed, their hundred-strong group wouldn’t be sufficient to vanquish it...
What else is hidden within this territory?
Such unassuming places tend to conceal sudden, explosive power.
Her gaze beca complex once more.
Soon, five squads of Dark Night Elves were brought over.
Four squads of Cold-blooded Cavalry guarded them from the sidelines.
Their bows and arrows had already been confiscated.
Facing the fierce level 11 troops, they had no capacity for resistance.
The Dark Night Elves understood the situation and avoided any reckless attempts to escape.
As Isa saw her kin approach, she snapped back to reality, and imdiately spoke in a deep voice.
"Follow to use the Secret Technique to activate the Swamp Treant ahead."
She didn’t wait for others to speak, taking steps forward to the front of the Swamp Treant.
A unique dark energy emanated from her, and she loudly recited the obscure Dark Night Elf spells.
The next mont, the dark light radiating from her grew, enveloping everything around her.
Simultaneously, the five squads of Dark Night Elves behind her responded with cheers, their powers resonating with one another.
At that mont, all the Dark Night Elves extended their right hands, using their index fingers to inscribe a unique rune on their foreheads.
The rune was hand-written, but it shone suddenly in the air like gold sand being painted.
Under the shroud of Dark Energy, the rune disengaged from the forehead, floating upwards.
With unique Dark Power, it surged into the body of the Swamp Treant ahead.
Lear observed this, his mind slightly stirring.
Turning to the Green Grass Granny beside him.
"You must activate the Spiritual Pointing for the Swamp Treants imdiately!"
Nine Green Grass Grannies promptly nodded in agreent, stepping forward energetically, their bodies emitting unique green energy that enveloped the treants.
The previously unresponsive Swamp Treants began to stir as the Green Grass Granny joined in, their aura shifting.
Magic Power around them suddenly surged, frenziedly pouring into the Swamp Treants.
A tide rose, and the tree leaves rustled wildly.
On the sturdy tree trunk, a twisted visage suddenly erged.
Roar~
They let out cries of agony.
They felt as if their bodies were being torn apart by the imnse Magic Power.
The Activation by the Dark Night Elves and the Spiritual Pointing by the Green Grass Granny intermingled, causing a highly intricate reaction.
The dormant power within the depths of the bloodlines of the Swamp Treants began to awaken and amplify.
Accompanied by this, their already towering bodies began a new phase of growth, rising visibly.
Crack~
Their roots expanded more rapidly, breaching the ground and creating wide cracks beneath their feet.
A mont later, the Dark Night Elves and the Green Grass Granny withdrew their powers, but the magic tide around did not abate, with the Swamp Treants still growing frantically.
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