After flying a distance away from Lorand City, with a slight movent of thought, the Shadow of the Mist released the Great Demons from the Shadow Prison.
Seven Great Demons accompanied the flight, greatly enhancing safety.
Without any pause during the journey, he moved at full speed into the depths of the Wilderness.
The Swamp Giant Horned Deer King ran so fast in the void that its hooves nearly caught fire.
With the Great Demons paving the way, there were no powerful monsters encountered en route.
At dusk, the reflection in his pupils revealed the scenery of the Mire Swamp.
Feeling the damp wind blowing through the air, a sense of excitent welled up in Lear’s heart.
Finally here!!
In his excitent, he could clearly sense that the swamp had also beco lively, welcoming the return of its Sovereign.
Upon stepping into the swamp, his perception spread instantly, extending like a spiderweb across the entire swamp, bringing everything under control.
Simultaneously, the power of the swamp surged into his body, causing his aura to soar.
Compared to the outside world, Lear felt a hundred tis stronger!
This was his ho ground, and he could wield the full power of the swamp at his command!
In a good mood.
After calming down his heightened emotions, Lear let the Swamp Giant Horned Deer King continue forward.
The sight of moss, reeds, vines, isolated trees, mud, murky sewage, and quagmires, all unique to the swamp, filled his eyes.
It gave him a strong sense of familiarity.
Indeed, this was truly his ho.
Flying forward about 10 kiloters, Lear suddenly saw a complex of buildings ahead.
Starry Sky Vines intertwined on a swamp land, woven into a fortress city with a diater of 800 ters.
The surrounding walls were over 30 ters high, with shooting holes for archers, and an area at the back clearly designated for the ancient Treant Guardians.
In front of the walls, rows of spikes stretched out from the Starry Sky Vines, resembling long spears, turning the walls into a hedgehog.
Anyone attempting an attack would first have to face this chasm-like barrier.
Over a hundred four-story buildings had already been erected inside the city, stacked in a circular fashion, occupying a considerable area at a glance.
But two-thirds still remained vacant for now.
Once troops settled in, this fortress could be operational in an instant.
However, it was evident that the fortress was constructed in haste, with the walls having only a rough appearance and not yet filled in with vines in between.
Large areas of the fortress ground were still not covered by vines...
Yet the flaws did not outweigh the rits. Once perfected, this fortress would beco a formidable shield, standing to the west of Weilu City.
Lear circled above, extrely satisfied.
Clearly, his territory had not been idle during these few days of absence.
This fortress would henceforth serve as the bridgehead, buffer zone, and external gateway to the west of Weilu City.
In the future, trade partners like the Night Shadow Clan and the Barbarian Tribe could stop here.
In his plans, the center of the swamp, Weilu City, would no longer easily allow outsiders to enter.
This was his base camp, the core, where all kinds of industries would gather. The fewer people treading into it, the safer it would be.
After circling a few tis, Lear did not linger and had the Swamp Giant Horned Deer King return directly to the territory.
Although he had only been away for about ten days, there was already a sense of urgency in his heart.
On the way, the swamp was serene; not only were the ferocious swamp creatures gone, but even mosquitoes, rats, and ants had beco sparse, clearly having been deliberately cleared.
In no ti, the Swamp Giant Horned Deer King descended from mid-air, and Lear once again set foot on the land of Weilu City.
A sense of solidity and a strong feeling of safety surged within him.
Looking around at the familiar buildings and scenes, he even felt a bloodline connection.
This was his territory, his private property; his orders were supre, and his will was the direction for all to advance.
The sense of absolute control here was incomparable to Lorand City.
Taking a deep breath, his gaze grew firm.
He was determined to build this territory in the depths of the Wilderness into an insurmountable mountain, the most dazzling pearl of the Wilderness, the City of the Summit!
The Swamp Giant Horned Deer King’s presence was too prominent and had beco Lear’s symbol.
It imdiately stirred up excitent all around, as passing residents eagerly ca forward to salute.
"Good day, my lord!!"
"Lord, you’ve returned..."
"Welco back..."
Their eyes were full of admiration and reverence without a trace of anomaly.
The safety and happiness they enjoyed now, free from worries about tomorrow, were all bestowed by this young but solemn lord before them.
In Weilu City, Lear’s status was on par with a Divine Spirit!
The patrolling Cold-blooded Cavalry were also excited, saluting with hands on their chests, their eyes full of fervor.
Their Sovereign had returned!
The news quickly spread throughout the territory.
Even those residents and warriors who had not yet seen Lear felt that sothing missing in their hearts was now filled.
With the backbone back, even their steps felt more assured.
Lear was not only the ruler of Weilu City but also the spiritual pillar for everyone.
This land could lack anyone but not him. Even a short absence of ten days would make the territory feel as if it lost its soul.
Bain received the news and rushed over at the fastest speed.
This white-haired Mud Swamp People Hero ca forward excitedly, saluting with the utmost humility.
"My lord, welco back..."
Lear smiled warmly.
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