Lear was not paying attention to the movents in the Land of Crimson Rot at this mont.
Even a demigod couldn’t escape, and now the Land of Crimson Rot has beco part of the Divine Kingdom... No matter how powerful that vampire is, it’s impossible to break free from the shackles.
He gazed into the distance.
The Snake-n below, due to the intense battle just now, had retreated to the edge area.
But the situation changed so quickly that they didn’t know how to react for a mont and hadn’t taken action.
However, their numbers were still extrely overwhelming.
At this mont, if he withdrew, these Snake-n could imdiately flood the collapsed walls of the Barbarian City.
After a brief assessnt, his eyes turned towards Betina.
At this mont, the Barbarian Chief saw his gaze and slowly knelt on one knee.
Bowing her always straight back.
Her right hand touched her chest, and she said tremulously.
"Thank you for your assistance, Lord Lear..."
If it weren’t for him, not only she, but the entire Barbarian Territory would have turned to scorched earth today.
War is always so cruel; the victor can claim everything, while the defeated beco remnants among the ruins.
This ga only allows one winner.
Lear slowly nodded.
"No need for such courtesy."
Betina rose and looked at the devastation before taking a deep breath.
"Lord Lear, are you willing to accept the barbarians?"
When Lear first ca to the Barbarian Territory to trade, she understood his hidden intentions.
Expansion and strengthening the territory is almost the first priority for all Lords.
She was once the sa way.
Previously, barbarians were captured by Weilu City, but they lived comfortably in the Swamp and still longed for it.
This shows that the other’s territory is not conservative and rigid but open and accommodating.
Now, her strength has faded, and she will not last long before she dies. She no longer has the strength to protect her people... It’s ti to find a new path for others.
The collapse of the Underworld has made the Wilderness perilous.
Even if this crisis is overco, what about the next one?
Even without the Snake-n, there are still Minotaurs, Nagas, and Evil Eyes... If any one of them can’t be stopped, everything will be destroyed in an instant.
The barbarians never fear danger, but to persist in the face of the impossible is foolish!
Lear looked deeply at the other party.
"Ms. Betina, Weilu City welcos all who are willing to beco our companions."
Betina’s heart finally settled.
She let out a long breath and knelt on one knee again.
"The Hisham clan is willing to submit to you, serve you, and only ask for your protection!"
Lear slowly nodded.
"I accept your allegiance, Weilu City will shelter all barbarians. As long as I still draw breath, barbarians can have a place in the Swamp."
Betina’s spirit trembled as she could clearly sense the seriousness in these words, eliminating any slight resistance in her heart.
Just as she was about to respond, she felt the other party extend his right hand and press it against her mind.
"Do not resist."
As the words fell, a surge of life-filled power flowed from his hand.
Directly infused into the mind.
Betina only felt her withered soul instantly rejuvenated.
The waning aura rapidly climbed and recovered visibly.
Her spirit trembled intensely... The power she lost was left in her soul since ancient tis.
Using a little, there is a little less!
But now she could feel that the power was being restored once more!
Her gaze carrying a few monts of haze looked up, only to see that handso face appearing extrely dignified and sacred, causing her to feel an impulse to kneel and worship.
"My lord..."
Her murmuring caused the other party’s displeasure, and he frowned slightly.
"Focus and hold your breath, restore well..."
Betina ca back to her senses and imdiately began excitedly guiding the life-filled power to nourish her soul.
At the sa ti, unconsciously, she felt the power gathering within her soul, imprinting indelible marks.
She wholeheartedly accepted it without any resistance.
This was her second life, granted by the other.
The Swamp possessed part of the Authority of Birth and Life.
Although Lear’s understanding of these two powers was still very weak, they were highly effective for healing.
Betina’s soul, once withered, blossod again like a springti flower.
In the end, even stronger than before.
When he withdrew his power, her aura soared abruptly.
Focusing, sensing it, her Level rose visibly from Level 17 to Level 18!
Welcoming a breakthrough.
And thus, the Barbarian Chief he had set his sights on months ago, with an Ancient Soul capable of killing a demigod when erupting, beca his subordinate.
Accompanying her allegiance, the entire Barbarian City would beco part of Weilu City.
Feeling extrely pleased.
The territory in hand has expanded again, and strength once more welcod growth.
This wave, a small profit.
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