After contemplating the matter of the half-plane, Lear refocused, his gaze fixed on the Two-headed Ogre Hero who had awakened during the battle.
The attributes of the counterpart were as simple as the Mire Queen Bee.
Two-headed Ogre
Level: 11
Status: In Transformation
The recent battle allowed the counterpart to explode with Qi Blood between life and death, entering transformation.
Once the transformation completes, it will certainly beco a hero unit.
A level 11 hero unit reduced to a captive... tsk tsk tsk.
The thought alone stirred his heart.
So, you are strong?
Sorry, now, you are mine.
Seeing Lear’s subtle gaze.
The Two-headed Ogre Lord on the ground inexplicably felt a bit of anxiety, as if being stared at by a fierce demon.
Taking a deep breath, he forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart and said in a deep voice.
"Honorable master, not just wealth, as long as you can help kill the traitors, I am willing to lead the Red Stone Tribe to swear allegiance to you, becoming your weapon, and fighting for you!"
At this mont, he had nothing left.
The traitor who killed his father was still ruling his tribe.
The followers who were with him, his last companions, had all perished in battle.
He himself had beco a prisoner, possibly having his head chopped off at any ti.
He had no stakes left, only able to bet everything he could offer.
As long as he lived, there was hope; even if he beca a slave, he must have revenge, absolutely!!
His eyes beca unwaveringly determined.
Moreover, to submit to such a person... was no sha!
Recalling the overwhelming tide of assaulting insects, there remained a slight shadow in his heart.
Lear was slightly surprised upon hearing this... what he said, was actually sincere.
Interesting.
"Open your mind, I will imprint a mark within your soul."
"From now on, you will be my slave."
The Two-headed Ogre Chieftain gritted his teeth.
"Can you avenge ?"
Lear looked directly at him.
"My subordinates cannot possibly be bullied by others."
"The territory you were supposed to occupy was taken by outsiders, so they are not robbing yours, but mine!"
"Those traitors, what makes them dare to snatch territory from ?! What makes them rule my tribe?! What makes them take away my wealth?!"
"I will deploy troops, reclaim my territory, take back my subjects, and seize back my wealth!"
The Two-headed Ogre Chieftain’s mind blanked for a mont.
This lord... what a powerful logic, he suddenly didn’t know how to respond...
Taking a deep breath, his voice trembled.
"It should be so, I want to execute all those traitors!"
Steeling his heart.
"Master, I am willing to be your slave, to serve you!"
Lear’s gaze was profound.
At this stage, whether the Two-headed Ogre was willing or not didn’t really matter much.
At most, it was the difference between forced enslavent and voluntary enslavent, and after imprinting the Soul Mark, they were all the sa.
As he pondered, the Seed of Magic Power within the divine format quietly operated.
Holy, majestic, untouchable, inscrutable, a mysterious and overwhelming pressure swept over.
Instantly, the Two-headed Ogre was intimidated.
Lying on the ground, he turned his gaze sideways, staring blankly at the human youth standing before him.
His overly young face seed even more dignified at this mont, radiating authority without anger.
In his every gesture, there was a pressure that dominated all directions, like a king holding the destinies of countless people.
This scene slowly overlapped with the previous one of controlling the swarm and exerting pressure everywhere.
A double impact.
His heart trembled, without a hint of resistance, he was directly imprinted with the Soul Mark.
But just when the mark was engraved, Lear suddenly felt a dizziness, a sense of danger emanating in his mind.
Holding his breath, he cald down for a few breaths, and the hazy feeling gradually dissipated.
A realization suddenly ascended in his heart... backlash!
Too many Soul Marks were engraved.
At this mont, his soul was already struggling to bear the more powerful enslaving force.
Each ti he imprinted a mark in the soul of a subordinate, it would draw a part of his Power of the Soul.
Today, consecutively imprinting the Mire Queen Bee, commanding a vast mass of Mire Wasps, and the Two-headed Ogre at level 11, who was transforming into a hero unit.
Allowing his soul to endure up to its limit.
Taking a deep breath, his gaze was sowhat solemn.
No wonder the divine spirits of this world didn’t imprint all their followers with marks, making everyone eternally loyal to them.
Occasionally, you can even hear news of betrayal against their faith and divine spirits.
There’s a reason for that.
If souls could grow infinitely strong, making everyone loyal to oneself, then perhaps this world would already have only one Sovereign...
Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions.
The Divine Remnant skill is powerful, but it requires a sufficiently strong soul.
Otherwise, enduring the backlash from those enslaved would be difficult.
Authority, it’s still about authority.
As long as he can control authority, he will experience significant improvent, and the problem won’t be too severe.
"Master..."
The voice of the Two-headed Giant Chief interrupted his thoughts, the hostility in the other’s eyes had completely disappeared.
The mark engraved on the soul can directly change its perception and thoughts.
Incredibly domineering.
Seeing this, Lear exhaled a long breath.
Mobilizing the magic power within his body.
Swamp Blessing.
A powerful Healing Technique surged into his body, imdiately stabilizing the originally weak aura.
With a wave of his hand, he instructed the Wetland Lizard-n to unlock the chains.
After being freed from the chains, the Two-headed Ogre, tied up like a dumpling, stood up with a complex expression.
Looked around slowly, then knelt on one knee and bowed his head in the most humble manner to greet Lear.
"Master, Aite Redstone, pays his respects to you."
Seeing this, Lear felt good again.
Within a day, he consecutively acquired the Mire Queen Bee from Arcania and the Level 11 Two-headed Giant Chief.
This is just too exhilarating, he likes it!
Even with backlash, he accepted it.
Moreover, the other party brought news about a Half-Plane.
This detail makes him pay attention.
"Aite, rise... and tell about the Red Stone Tribe and that Half-Plane."
The Two-headed Ogre imdiately stood up, gaze humble, and said.
"Master, the Red Stone Tribe has been passed down for over 500 years... Its na is derived from our Red Stone Clan’s surna."
"We have always occupied half of the Shattering Star Plane, ruling a territory that spans over a hundred kiloters."
"The tribe boasts a population of over ten thousand!"
"Each tribal ruler is crowned as king, and it’s always governed by our clan."
"But just half a year ago, my father was assassinated by a despicable traitor! I was also demoted, and later they even sent heavy forces to pursue ..."
After a bout of words, Lear had a general understanding of the Red Stone Tribe and the alternate dinsion nad Shattering Star Plane.
The Red Stone Tribe’s Two-headed Ogres numbered over ten thousand, occupying half the plane’s territory — over a hundred kiloters.
Additionally, that plane’s environnt is harsh, resources scarce, food shortages, survival is a major issue.
So occupying a hundred kiloters can only sustain thousands.
Apart from Two-headed Ogres, there are also seven or eight other small races, but the locations they occupy are even more barren, places where the Two-headed Ogres aren’t willing to claim.
The so-called traitor is the one who seized the chieftain position of the Red Stone Tribe.
He was really unwilling to call the chieftain of a ten-thousand strong tribe a king.
It would be too deaning.
But the traitor is not to be underestimated, his level reached 13!
This Aite guy is only Level 11, previously not even a hero unit, simply no match.
However, it seems there’s nothing much to exploit from this plane.
Talking and talking, Lear felt unwilling and inquired about the specialties inside, to which the Two-headed Giant Chief responded a bunch, but he wasn’t interested.
Instead, when ntioning mines, an offhand remark piqued his interest.
"In the Red Stone Tribe, mainly relying on Three-tailed Pigs for at supply, those livestock are easy to raise, as long as there’s wild grass to eat, they’ll grow at."
"If food is sufficient, they can grow to 600 kilograms in just three months, hence the warriors of our Red Stone Tribe are relatively powerful, occupying as many as seven mineral veins..."
Lear suddenly interrupted him.
"Give more details about these Three-tailed Pigs!"
The Ogre Chief was stunned.
"Sir, didn’t you say sothing about the mines?"
What’s so strange about pigs...
Lear glared at him without patience.
"Stop the nonsense!"
Three months to grow 600 kilograms of at?
This is practically an imnse fortune... what rubbish about ores and gold, can it compare to this good stuff?
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