CHAPTER 149: CHAPTER 98: EXTRA GAINS, SO SATISFYING_2

After a moment, Lear saw Isa standing beside him, lost in thought, and seemed to have realized something. He spoke softly.

"Isa, do you have any plans since coming to the earth’s surface?"

The beautiful face of the Dark Night Elf froze for a moment, then fell silent. After a moment of contemplation, she spoke with a hint of bitterness.

"Since our territory was taken over, we have nowhere to go."

"Coming to the earth’s surface was an unintentional event, something we never considered."

"Nor have we planned for the future..."

She spoke with a sense of bewilderment in her eyes.

Though she always thought about returning to the underworld to reclaim her territory and let her people take root again.

But... she knew that with their small numbers, there was no way they could stand against the Holy Song Clan with thousands of troops.

The only confidence they had was the Dark Heart, which was merely a facade. Now, after being swallowed by the City Hall, even that facade was gone.

After being left in the cold for more than half a month, most of their pride had been eroded. She had a profound understanding of the current situation...

They were merely a wandering and displaced tribal group with no support in the wilderness.

They didn’t even have a place to replenish arrows when they ran out!

Fate was no longer in their hands.

Lear sensed the complexity in her tone and said meaningfully.

"If there’s nowhere else to go, then stay in Weilu City for now."

That simple sentence left Isa stunned.

Her mouth opened as if to speak, then fell silent, and finally said in a voice tinged with dryness.

"Okay..."

At this moment, this Dark Night Elf didn’t even know how complicated her own feelings were.

This wasn’t slavery, nor was it an order, and certainly not coercion... It was this Human Lord, willing to offer them, who had nothing at all, a place to stay, a shelter.

Even when she had no resistance left and was at their mercy.

If it were just after being detained, she would have scoffed at this, but now, the situation was entirely different.

In this peculiar atmosphere, they continued forward.

Most of the swamp area had been cleared, and there were no peculiar creatures along the way.

Occasionally, when a few stray swamp monsters saw the ancient Treant guardian from afar, they would run away and certainly wouldn’t foolishly stay there.

Lear noticed this with a slight arch of his brow.

This unit seemed only suitable for frontal assaults and defense, not for surprise attacks.

Too much commotion; they noticed from far away.

The others were no fools; upon seeing something wrong, they quickly slipped away.

After traveling for three hours, the ancient Treant guardian reached the edge of the Mire Swamp.

Lear looked around; the land adjacent to the swamp was already dry and appeared very hard.

The plants on the ground grew more densely, with a distinct difference from the swamp vegetation.

In the distance, there appeared undulating hills, towering forests gradually obscuring his view.

This was his first time in over a month coming to the swamp’s edge.

His mood was somewhat complex.

Who could have imagined that in just over a month, he had grown to such a level?

Just then, the ancient Treant guardian seemed to sense something, the distorted and fierce face on the trunk revealing some delight.

"Master, they are just in the forest ahead..."

Lear’s interest was immediately piqued.

"What should we do now?"

"I shall call them here!"

With that, the mouth on the trunk opened.

Roar~

A sound as deep as muffled thunder echoed through the world.

Eerily spreading over several kilometers around.

But after the sound ceased for a long time, the surroundings remained silent.

Without receiving any response.

Just when Lear wondered if they had picked the wrong spot, a crashing sound~

A crackling sound of tree trunks splitting came from the forest at the edge of the wilderness.

Then, a rustling swaying, startling a flock of birds into the sky with chaotic chirps.

Moments later, a group of Treants over ten meters tall walked out of the forest.

With red maple leaves about the size of a palm on their heads, their bodies covered with moss and creeping ivy.

Gray-brown tree trunks rugged and gnarled, with twisted and ugly faces apparent.

Two legs woven from tree roots slowly walking on the ground.

Those Treants have appeared!

One after another, until 38 Treants emerged from the forest, did the commotion finally stop.

Maple Treants, Level: 9, Potential: 3 Stars...

These were a different species from the swamp Treants, but their level and potential were the same as the swamp Treants before metamorphosis.

Upon seeing the ancient Treant guardian, those maple Treants immediately started conversing in an obscure and unintelligible language.

They seemed somewhat excited and incredulous.

The ancient Treant guardian saw this and slowly approached, the exaggerated 25-meter height towering nearly double over them.

Went straight to the center of the Treants.

After a circle of observation, the roots on the surface slightly lifted.

Seeing this, the maple Treants also lifted their roots, like a human handshake, intertwining with the other roots.

Lear could sense them conversing through the roots.

But the communication method between Treants was too peculiar for him to understand what exactly they were talking about.

This process lasted for about ten minutes before it stopped.

The ancient Treant guardian withdrew its roots and then spoke in a muffled voice.

"Master, they are still hesitating, unwilling to join us."

"Could you perhaps display your might to inspire reverence in them?"

"Treants have more reverence for the strong..."

Oh?

Lear’s spirit immediately lifted.

He looked down at those Treants adorned with red maple leaves.

With a thought, in his mind, within the Magic Vortex, the Swamp Divine Format began to emit a ghostly blue energy.