Bain nodded with excitent.
"Yes!!"
The Hall of Heroes, a legendary place, would soon be established in the territory, and in the future, he could even beco one of them, praised by future generations.
His emotions soared instantly, unable to suppress his excitent.
"The construction of the Hall of Heroes cannot be designed like ordinary buildings; it must be solemn, dignified, and filled with light. Stepping inside, one should feel the heroic tragedy and also hope."
"Sir, I will do my utmost!"
Lear looked at Bain’s eager expression, nodded, and sent him off to make arrangents without saying more.
After being busy for a while, the sky had already darkened.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, and stars began to appear faintly.
Turning his head, the starry sky vines in the territory glowed with brilliant colors.
Dotted starlight drifted above them.
It gave the illusion of being in a dream.
If the entire territory were filled with buildings of starry sky vines, lighting would be unnecessary at night.
It would be a city only seen in dreams.
Looking at the buildings rising from the ground, a strong sense of accomplishnt welled up inside.
Weilu City was built by him from scratch.
The feeling was quite amazing.
Right then, after finishing dinner, a crowd gathered in front of the City Hall’s Knowledge Square, ready to begin today’s study.
From initial reluctance to now being proactive.
The swamp nymphs played a crucial role.
No one minds acquiring more knowledge; most of the ti, it’s simply hard to continue learning, leading to giving up.
But here, the swamp nymphs could fully unlock their wisdom and teach in the most efficient way.
The feeling of gradually progressing could beco addictive.
Lear watched the swamp nymphs who were enjoying themselves and smiled.
Full of vitality, everything competed to flourish.
Perhaps this is the best description.
The next morning, September 13th.
The last batch of cold-blooded cavalry was transford.
Watching these fierce warriors join the battle ranks, Lear’s morning drowsiness instantly vanished.
Emotions surged.
This marked the end of half a month’s intensive troop training.
The achievents were indeed remarkable.
With a 3 Stars potential, level 11, these were the legendary soldiers among the lizard-n.
He now possessed as many as 55 squads!
When all the cold-blooded cavalry lined up neatly on the open ground to the west, an overwhelming sense of ferocity could be felt from afar.
The ordinary residents who were leaving for work felt chills down their spines and their bodies went weak at the sight, not daring to get close.
Even moving far around, their legs were still shaking.
Lear couldn’t imagine the destructive power these heavy cavalry would unleash once they charged at an enemy!
It would be devastating.
His heart surged with courage.
Taking a deep breath, he waved his hand forcefully.
"The entire army, set off!"
Today’s target—the Ancient Ruins!
Cyclops, swamp boggart, bubble beasts, flesh butchers, Haggs, plus 15 squads of dark night elves and 12 ancient tree guardians... all accompanied him.
In the sky, the Crimson Queen Bee led a swarm of 50,000, their wings buzzed, blocking out the sun.
Forty level 12 ancient tree guardians guarded the territory.
This all-out expedition aid directly at the Ancient Ruins.
He was determined to win!
Sitting on the crown of an ancient tree guardian after the army left the territory, Lear reviewed the intelligence triggered during the last exploration of the Ancient Ruins.
The first piece was that the main gate was ten tis heavier than ordinary gates, only the Cyclops could open it with their bloodline power, and once opened, it would automatically close until the core of the ruins is reached before it could be opened again.
The second point was crucial—
[The ruins are the remnants of the Goblin Civilization, containing precious treasures, even 5 Stars level treasures. However, the ruins are fiercely defended by chanical puppets, boasting levels of up to 10 and numbering over a thousand, with the strongest being the level 14 chanical Puppet King.]
The enemies were formidable this ti, with over a thousand chanical puppets above level 10, the strongest being the level 14 chanical Puppet King.
The past half month’s developnt was to cultivate enough cold-blooded cavalry to counter this threat.
Now, his military strength could even initiate a small-scale battle.
Such a huge commotion naturally sparked discussions among the territory’s residents.
Everyone turned their heads to watch the army gradually disappear into the distance.
Mixed emotions.
"The Lord has set out again... The enemy must be strong this ti, otherwise, the Lord wouldn’t take so many troops."
"Yes, it’s a pity I can’t beco a warrior; otherwise, I’d definitely follow the Lord into battle!"
"They’re our troops... Hope this ti there are no casualties, I don’t want to see another hero’s burial for our warriors."
"May the Goddess bless the Lord..."
Amidst intense campaigning, the belief that the army fights for the territory and all its residents had firmly taken root in everyone’s hearts.
The cohesion of the territory had beco extrely strong.
Completely devoid of an indifferent attitude.
The army marched south, arriving once again at the Ancient Ruins discovered by the Half-Fishn nearly a month ago.
The site of the ruins was covered by an ancient tree, nurous vines intertwining to form a network, with a canopy covering over a hundred ters in diater.
Primitive and ancient, yet full of vitality.
As they neared, the elves’ eyes lit up.
But then they shook their heads with regret.
"Alas, this tree is controlled by magic... It can’t be activated."
Lear glanced at Isa.
"In the wilderness, there are still many big trees... there will be opportunities for you to contribute."
Isa smiled slightly with joy, nodding continuously.
"Yes, my lord..."
With Weilu City as a backing, they were no longer alone.
This feeling was great.
Leading the army through the vine-covered forest stretching from the treetop to the ground, they reached the front of the tree trunk.
He looked up.
A relic stone gate covered in moss and ancient marks ca into view.
Growing from the tree trunk, it stood over 15 ters high, 10 ters wide, with a palpable sense of the passage of ti.
The stone gate connected the entire ruins, and breaking it with force would cause a collapse and destruction for miles around.
The only way was through the most primitive ans...
"Cyclops, step up and open the stone gate!"
Upon receiving the command, the Cyclops, whose injuries had healed over the past days, responded in a deep, resonant voice.
Standing six ters tall, their muscles seed carved, radiating a strength nearly bursting with life, they strode forward.
Placing their hands on the stone gate, they stepped back with one foot, forming a bow stance.
Muscles bulged, exerting fierce strength.
Even from afar, one could sense the terrifying power erupting from that body at this mont.
Yet the stone gate didn’t budge an inch.
The whole process dragged on for a full five minutes, and just as the army began to doubt whether even the Cyclops could open the gate.
A unique power quietly emanated from the Cyclops, a faint bronze light shimring forth.
The next mont, tiny glimrs of light appeared on the stone gate, resonating distantly with it.
The Cyclops’ breathing grew heavier.
Aaah!!
A deep growl pierced from its throat.
The stone gate creaked~ and shifted slightly, then with a great effort, rumbled~ and slowly opened inward.
Completely pushed open!
A dark entrance appeared before them.
Success!
Lear laughed heartily.
At that mont, sothing around them seed activated.
The towering tree suddenly emitted a tallic sheen.
Rattle~ the branches quaked.
The surrounding vines seed drained of life energy and withered instantaneously, falling from the tree with a crash.
Simultaneously, the lush green leaves, as if soaked in the dye, rapidly turned tallic.
In an instant, the forrly vibrant tree transford into an iron tree seemingly forged from steel, reflecting the unique luster of tal.
The dark entrance was illuminated simultaneously.
Lear’s breath quivered, his eyes burned with intensity.
"Crimson Queen Bee, send the swarm to scout ahead."
"The ancient tree guardians, stand guard at the entrance, take root to prevent the enemy from cutting off our retreat."
"The rest of the army... follow into the ruins!"
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