Otherwise, the harvest could be even more bountiful.
"Your Majesty, do these Magic Plants need to be planted elsewhere?"
"Do as you see fit, but it’s best to keep the agricultural planting areas together."
His tone turned serious as he spoke.
"Besides, I have received a piece of news... the weather will gradually change in the future, and there will be a massive reduction in food production."
Bain was shocked, his eyes turning serious, listening carefully.
"At dawn tomorrow, imdiately dispatch personnel to open up new farmland areas with all your might and plant Swamp Wheat."
"Don’t forget the Broken Star Plane and have the Two-headed Ogres conduct the cultivation."
"In three months, the change will arrive. If we fail to stockpile enough food, it will severely affect the developnt of the territory."
"We need to save for the coming upheaval."
Bain’s heart sank, imdiately sensing a storm coming.
Weather changes and reduced grain production—these eight words, if they really co true, will lead to a bloody storm.
A great upheaval!
In the Wilderness, what thriving life forms live there... starving races driven mad by hunger can be imagined to do anything.
"Your Majesty, I will make arrangents first thing tomorrow morning!"
Nothing else is acceptable, but food and clean water are absolutely indispensable!
This is the foundation of stability.
Lear nodded and continued speaking.
"Have there been any other developnts in the territory these days?"
"The number of underground life forms we’ve found at the Swamp’s edge is increasing. All kinds of races are present, and many have even ventured deep into the Swamp."
"In addition, the Night Shadow Clan sent word yesterday that the Spider God’s fragnted soul has begun to gather, inviting you to attend."
"The Barbarians have sent their fifth request for aid... the Snake-n have launched another offensive against them, and more than half of the Barbarians have been killed by the Snake-n."
"At this rate, it won’t be long before the Barbarian’s territory will fall."
"You need to make a decision on these matters."
"Tomorrow, I will visit the Night Shadow Clan... as for the Barbarians, provide Armor support as planned; the rest can be discussed when I return."
Observing the reconsolidation of a Divine Soul is undoubtedly a rare opportunity.
After more than a month of waiting, it has finally arrived.
In the imminent chaos, increasing any bit of power could significantly improve survival chances.
Lear conversed with Bain a while longer before allowing him to depart.
This trip was only three days, so there weren’t that many matters to handle.
The administrative system of the City Hall is now gradually improving, and minor affairs can be resolved independently without him having to worry.
After Bain left, Lear took out the Plane Stone and caressed it gently in his palm.
Who would have thought that such an inconspicuous stone could bear the power of a Plane?
Delving deeper, sensing the floating and sinking remains inside, his mood improved again.
Hundreds of thousands of corpses—that’s a trendous wealth!
For him, it’s an absolute tily rain.
But after a while, his gaze grew sharper.
Within the Plane Stone, the chaotic power is now less than when it was first acquired.
Although not obvious, careful perception still reveals it.
Holding it in his hand, covering it with his mind, he confird his thoughts after a mont.
The previous perception was not mistaken.
The Plane Stone in his hand has a flaw, unable to fully contain the power, and it’s leaking slowly.
Moreover, the leakage rate seems to be gradually accelerating.
Once the power is completely drained, the corpses will also vanish into dust.
This disrupted his plan.
Thinking it over, he prepared to take action imdiately.
He couldn’t let it go on like this; he needed to use that blood energy as soon as possible.
In his thoughts, he couldn’t help but think of the Dark Night Hunters...
In the Broken Plane War, these fierce troops perford outstandingly.
Without their terrifying sniping abilities, the battle wouldn’t have been as smooth.
He experienced firsthand the wonderful feeling of having a powerful ranged unit.
If she could be upgraded to Level 15 full level... tsk, tsk, tsk.
Then these fierce troops could absolutely beco the Death God, wantonly reaping enemy lives!
Having made his decision, he wasted no ti and imdiately summoned the Dark Night Hunters.
A total of 2260, not one more, not one less.
Isa, the Hero, stood proudly at the forefront, like a towering tree.
Lear surveyed them and said in a deep voice.
"In this battle, I’ve seen your ritorious deeds with my own eyes."
"Rewards for rit and punishnt for wrongdoing are the laws of Weilu City!"
"You shall receive my reward..."
As his words fell, the noble and inviolable colossal power surged forth from him.
Simultaneously mobilizing the corpses torn apart by spatial rifts within the Plane Stone.
The fragnted remnants transford into blood energy, surging up and covering the Dark Night Hunters in front.
The next mont, these Dark Night Elves felt imnse power surge into their bodies, strengthening every bone, muscle, and blood vessel.
Their auras began to ascend.
Among the Dark Night Elves, eight or nine squadrons advanced to Level 14 in the Broken Plane, while the rest were Level 13.
To move up to Level 15 full level, the amount of blood energy required could be described as extravagant.
But now, the bodies within the Plane Stone are indeed extravagant in number.
The continuous inflow of blood energy into their bodies caused their auras to climb steadily and rapidly.
The first to be promoted were the Level 13 Dark Night Hunters, quickly advancing to Level 14.
And the surging power continued to propel them toward the full level.
The entire promotion process lasted a whole hour.
Finally, the first Dark Night Hunter advanced to Level 15.
Their aura suddenly soared, like fireworks bursting in the night, exuding waves of might.
The Ancient Tree Guardians on the city walls were awakened, all casting sidelong glances.
With this beginning, the army began to break through one after another, with the entire territory enveloped in a fierce montum.
The residents were constantly awakened, waking up in a cold sweat, peeping out the window to see what was happening...
Thus, another half an hour passed, and the last Dark Night Hunter finally completed the promotion.
By this point, all 2260 Dark Night Elves had advanced to Level 15 full level without exception!!
This is absolutely an extraordinary force!
Lear was in high spirits.
Including the Deserted Tomb Guards, the number of Level 15 troops under his command exceeded 4,000!!
Aweso!!
Yet even so, the corpses within the Plane Stone were still not depleted.
In his excitent, Lear summoned the stationed Level 11 Cold-blooded Cavalry as well.
Promoted them all together to Level 12 full level.
In this way, both of his elite troops—the Cold-blooded Cavalry and the Dark Night Hunters—reached full level status.
This outing for hunting, even if there were no other gains, the promotion of these two types of troops was imnsely profitable.
Satisfactory.
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