After a mont, Lear saw Isa standing beside him, lost in thought, and seed to have realized sothing. He spoke softly.
"Isa, do you have any plans since coming to the earth’s surface?"
The beautiful face of the Dark Night Elf froze for a mont, then fell silent. After a mont of contemplation, she spoke with a hint of bitterness.
"Since our territory was taken over, we have nowhere to go."
"Coming to the earth’s surface was an unintentional event, sothing we never considered."
"Nor have we planned for the future..."
She spoke with a sense of bewildernt in her eyes.
Though she always thought about returning to the underworld to reclaim her territory and let her people take root again.
But... she knew that with their small numbers, there was no way they could stand against the Holy Song Clan with thousands of troops.
The only confidence they had was the Dark Heart, which was rely a facade. Now, after being swallowed by the City Hall, even that facade was gone.
After being left in the cold for more than half a month, most of their pride had been eroded. She had a profound understanding of the current situation...
They were rely a wandering and displaced tribal group with no support in the wilderness.
They didn’t even have a place to replenish arrows when they ran out!
Fate was no longer in their hands.
Lear sensed the complexity in her tone and said aningfully.
"If there’s nowhere else to go, then stay in Weilu City for now."
That simple sentence left Isa stunned.
Her mouth opened as if to speak, then fell silent, and finally said in a voice tinged with dryness.
"Okay..."
At this mont, this Dark Night Elf didn’t even know how complicated her own feelings were.
This wasn’t slavery, nor was it an order, and certainly not coercion... It was this Human Lord, willing to offer them, who had nothing at all, a place to stay, a shelter.
Even when she had no resistance left and was at their rcy.
If it were just after being detained, she would have scoffed at this, but now, the situation was entirely different.
In this peculiar atmosphere, they continued forward.
Most of the swamp area had been cleared, and there were no peculiar creatures along the way.
Occasionally, when a few stray swamp monsters saw the ancient Treant guardian from afar, they would run away and certainly wouldn’t foolishly stay there.
Lear noticed this with a slight arch of his brow.
This unit seed only suitable for frontal assaults and defense, not for surprise attacks.
Too much commotion; they noticed from far away.
The others were no fools; upon seeing sothing wrong, they quickly slipped away.
After traveling for three hours, the ancient Treant guardian reached the edge of the Mire Swamp.
Lear looked around; the land adjacent to the swamp was already dry and appeared very hard.
The plants on the ground grew more densely, with a distinct difference from the swamp vegetation.
In the distance, there appeared undulating hills, towering forests gradually obscuring his view.
This was his first ti in over a month coming to the swamp’s edge.
His mood was sowhat complex.
Who could have imagined that in just over a month, he had grown to such a level?
Just then, the ancient Treant guardian seed to sense sothing, the distorted and fierce face on the trunk revealing so delight.
"Master, they are just in the forest ahead..."
Lear’s interest was imdiately piqued.
"What should we do now?"
"I shall call them here!"
With that, the mouth on the trunk opened.
Roar~
A sound as deep as muffled thunder echoed through the world.
Eerily spreading over several kiloters around.
But after the sound ceased for a long ti, the surroundings remained silent.
Without receiving any response.
Just when Lear wondered if they had picked the wrong spot, a crashing sound~
A crackling sound of tree trunks splitting ca from the forest at the edge of the wilderness.
Then, a rustling swaying, startling a flock of birds into the sky with chaotic chirps.
Monts later, a group of Treants over ten ters tall walked out of the forest.
With red maple leaves about the size of a palm on their heads, their bodies covered with moss and creeping ivy.
Gray-brown tree trunks rugged and gnarled, with twisted and ugly faces apparent.
Two legs woven from tree roots slowly walking on the ground.
Those Treants have appeared!
One after another, until 38 Treants erged from the forest, did the commotion finally stop.
Maple Treants, Level: 9, Potential: 3 Stars...
These were a different species from the swamp Treants, but their level and potential were the sa as the swamp Treants before tamorphosis.
Upon seeing the ancient Treant guardian, those maple Treants imdiately started conversing in an obscure and unintelligible language.
They seed sowhat excited and incredulous.
The ancient Treant guardian saw this and slowly approached, the exaggerated 25-ter height towering nearly double over them.
Went straight to the center of the Treants.
After a circle of observation, the roots on the surface slightly lifted.
Seeing this, the maple Treants also lifted their roots, like a human handshake, intertwining with the other roots.
Lear could sense them conversing through the roots.
But the communication thod between Treants was too peculiar for him to understand what exactly they were talking about.
This process lasted for about ten minutes before it stopped.
The ancient Treant guardian withdrew its roots and then spoke in a muffled voice.
"Master, they are still hesitating, unwilling to join us."
"Could you perhaps display your might to inspire reverence in them?"
"Treants have more reverence for the strong..."
Oh?
Lear’s spirit imdiately lifted.
He looked down at those Treants adorned with red maple leaves.
With a thought, in his mind, within the Magic Vortex, the Swamp Divine Format began to emit a ghostly blue energy.
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