After the water vein problem was resolved, Lear focused all his ti on the Eroding Wilderness.
In the blink of an eye, it was March 15th, the day for intelligence updates.
But this ti, there was only one piece of slightly valuable information—
From March 20th onward, the weather will continue to be extre, with a cold spell lasting for the next five months. The temperature will remain below zero, and there will be a severe reduction in food production.
Extre weather... For the next five months, temperatures will consistently stay below zero.
It’s March now, which ans that by mid-August, the hottest ti of the year will be enveloped in cold.
Just thinking about it makes one’s scalp tingle.
What kind of place is the Wilderness? In previous winters, the lowest temperature was only ten or twenty degrees, and those with better constitution did not need to wear thick clothes.
Now, with five months of cold, not only ordinary life forms cannot endure, how many plants can survive in such cold conditions?
The change in this weather is comparable to the havoc caused by the attacks from Dinsion Plane creatures.
This is a natural disaster with no discrimination! No one can escape it!
After informing Bain of this bombshell news, the Mud Swamp People Hero had a very solemn look in their eyes.
But then, they looked at Lear with a burning gaze.
"Your Majesty, your vision is truly astounding..."
We had just started constructing the underground planting area when this news ca out.
Foreseeing the unforeseeable, predicting the future... the thods of the divine are indeed unfathomable.
Lear had little interest in listening to flattery.
The change in climate would also lead to increased pressure on Weilu City, and various developnt plans would have to be redirected or even replanned.
"The City Hall must guide residents’ psychological expectations well. More importantly—ensure that changes from the outside do not affect our developnt montum."
"Your Majesty, the construction of the Underground City has been preliminarily completed, and no extre climate can impede us!!"
The key industries in Weilu City have all moved a hundred ters underground.
Insulated by thick soil, the underground temperature is not low, and coupled with the temperature-regulating ability of the Starry Sky Vine, the Underground City consistently maintains a warm twenty-six to twenty-seven degrees.
On the surface, thick cotton clothing is necessary, but underground, life can continue comfortably with simple clothes.
The experience is entirely different.
After all projects moved underground, they maintained their original production efficiency, unaffected by the changes.
In fact, because the Starry Sky Vine encloses the surroundings, all residents feel much safer.
Having started preparing for the upcoming five-month cold, ti quickly moved to March 16th.
The army of Weilu City had already gathered early on the edge of the swamp to the west.
Calmly awaiting the ergence of the Original Plane.
Lear stood on the mud, his deep gaze fixed on the Wilderness.
The air was still perated with a faint, sinister aura.
It was the remnant of the Master of Dark Crows.
Not far away, a space rift connected to the ground.
Inside, avian humanoids with hawk heads continually erged, and as soon as these creatures crawled out, black energy like flas would ignite on them.
They then lost their sanity, emitting horrific crow-like cries from their mouths.
Driven by instinct, they charged directly toward the swamp.
The vast army stood on the edge, indifferent.
Whoosh~
Thump~
Not waiting for these monsters to get close, sharp arrows shot into their eye sockets like bullets.
One arrow per monster, never wasting.
The Level 15 Dark Night Hunters in the rear functioned like precise and graceful killing machines, their eyes calm and unperturbed, their bows and arrows always reaping sothing whenever pulled.
The sa scenario played out in other directions of the swamp, where the influence of the Master of Dark Crows constantly corrupted creatures in the Wilderness.
The swamp, however, seed to have a natural allure, causing these corrupted beings to first enter the swamp.
But the natural barrier ford by the Land of Mist Death was powerful; most were devoured and failed to break through.
These days, the territory has gained a wealth of corpses, supplying the recently subdued Wetland Lizard-n with plenty of flesh for upgrading.
Unnoticed, ti moved past noon to 12 PM.
The slaughter by the Dark Night Elves continued with calm and order; after increasing their level, ordinary enemies no longer caused any fluctuation in these fierce troops.
Suddenly, two to three hundred ters away at the edge of the swamp, a crackling sound occurred as a space rift tore open.
Lear sharply turned his head and was instantly invigorated.
A tiless, ancient, and long-standing aura wafted from the rift, intoxicating him.
It was the Origin Power of the world, even higher than Authority.
The surrounding space resonated with it, and magic power beca particularly active.
The tranquil Divine Format within him resonated too, emitting radiant light, dazzlingly bright.
In just a mont, a crack in the Divine Format quietly nded a little, albeit faint but quite noticeable.
Perceiving this, Lear’s gaze beca heated.
No wonder the Gods have been coveting the Original Plane...
This plane created by the Creator God and imbued with its Origin Power is indeed extraordinary!!
Just sensing its aura could nd the Divine Format; if controlled, one could ascend to heaven?!
"Isa, imdiately lead the Cold-blooded Cavalry, Dark Night Hunters, and Swamp Boggarts to explore it... Proceed according to plan!"
The exploration plan for the Original Plane had already been established, now it only needed thodical execution.
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