Lear glanced at his counterpart and nodded.
"Naturally, I’ve already arranged it. Once a goblin is discovered, bring it back to the territory."
The other party is now training talent for him. Whether it’s goblins or other races, once trained, the powerful ones will belong to Weilu City.
Their interests align.
After concluding the discussion, Lear imdiately summoned Bain and instructed him to go with the Ancient Goblin God to expand the Alchemy Workshop.
Arrangents were made to produce Alchemy-Activated Armor right away.
These armors can be used to imdiately arm the troops, significantly enhancing their combat effectiveness.
This is a great benefit given the currently unpredictable situation.
The necessary resources will also be arranged by the City Hall.
If there isn’t enough flesh, they can submit a request, and the King of Naga—acting as the Guard Officer—will organize hunting.
As Weilu City expands, the territory’s various systems are gradually improving.
Much of the work no longer requires Lear’s direct involvent, greatly saving his energy and ti.
And with the Soul Mark, the personnel managing the territory and implenting rules are absolutely loyal to him and will never do anything to harm its interests.
A streamlined and efficient execution team.
Once these matters were settled, Lear prepared to set out for the Holy Song Clan’s outpost again.
But before he could leave the territory, an unexpected letter arrived from the Night Shadow Clan.
A small squad of Spider Boggarts entered the swamp, guided by the territorial army, and stayed in the fortress city to the east.
They requested an audience with him.
The Night Shadow Clan?
Could it be that the Spider God’s soul has reunited?
Lear, filled with so curiosity, arrived at the fortress city and t with the Spider Boggarts, who had human upper bodies and spider lower bodies, in the main, tall and spacious building.
The leader of the spider-ford creatures approached respectfully, six giant arthropods kneeling and the right hand on the chest, humbly saluting.
"Honorable Master of Marshes, great Sovereign of Weilu City, Kaqiu’Er of the Night Shadow Clan, pays you respect."
The Spider Boggarts behind also kneeled.
"Paying you respect."
Lear nodded, gestured for them to rise, and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Kaqiu’Er, have you co for a specific reason this ti?"
The leading Spider Boggart took a deep breath, her voice carrying a hint of gravity.
"Lord Lear, yesterday we were attacked by a group of Dungeon Minotaurs from the underground, suffering heavy losses."
"These Minotaurs seem to want to establish a city on the surface, coveting the land we occupy."
"They are nurous, including High Tier units like Barbarian Knights of level 13!"
"Although we relied on the Spider Web Forest to ambush most of them, after this battle, the Dungeon Minotaurs will surely see us as mortal enemies!"
"The priest seed to have sensed sothing and sent here, saying that it was imperative to inform you of this news."
Dungeon Minotaurs?!
Lear’s gaze sharpened!
Kelder Ratman, Dark Night Elf, Zor Elf, and now another tribe...
What on earth is happening in the Underworld?
How could it suddenly target the surface world all at once?
As he pondered, a commotion suddenly arose outside the door, and a Dark Naga stepped forward to report.
"Your Majesty, soone from the Barbarian Tribe has arrived..."
A bad premonition rose in Lear’s heart as he waved for the Dark Naga to bring them in.
Monts later, a familiar face appeared in the hall—a Barbarian who had lived in Weilu City for several months and bled for the territory, sharing a na strikingly similar to the Ancient Goblin God—Azar appeared before his eyes.
Seeing Lear again after one or two months, this Barbarian was quite excited.
Stepping forward eagerly, he respectfully kneeled to the ground.
"My Lord, Azar greets you."
Lear, uninterested in these cumberso formalities, waved for him to rise and directly inquired.
"Azar, have you brought any information this ti? Concerning the Underworld?"
Azar looked at him with so surprise.
"My Lord, your intuition is indeed sharp... Just two days ago, a group of Dark Snake-n from the Underworld launched an attack on our territory, causing significant casualties."
"Although we wiped out the enemy, the Chieftain, following their route back, discovered a piece of extrely alarming information..."
"The Snake-n have a powerful Underground City in the Underworld, with a population of over 300,000, and they are preparing to send out their entire army to occupy the surface!"
"We cannot withstand this by the strength of our tribe alone."
"I’ve co at the command of the Chieftain to request your aid..."
Lear’s eyes narrowed.
His suspicions were now beyond doubt.
Sothing must have gone wrong for the forces of the Underworld to rush to the surface world en masse!
Upon hearing this, the Spider Boggart beside him could no longer sit still.
"Our tribe just suffered an attack from the Dungeon Minotaurs..."
"Dungeon Minotaurs? That’s a formidable force..."
Azar finished, noting the grave expression on Lear’s face, his heart skipped a beat.
"My Lord, you..."
Lear spoke softly.
"Weilu City has just repelled an attack from the Kelder Ratman and discovered an allied army of Dark Night Elves and Zor Elves near the swamp."
"There must be so unknown upheaval in the Underworld."
His gaze grew profound.
"So, you should imdiately return to report to your respective groups."
"I have a feeling that this will not be a peaceful ti..."
Even Spider Queen Rose intervened, indicating the potential turmoil behind the scenes.
If things are indeed as he suspects, how should Weilu City respond?
Lear sank into contemplation.
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