After promoting all the ancient tree guardians, Lear felt particularly comfortable. Although they are not many in number, no one can underestimate their power on the battlefield, especially in positional warfare and defensive warfare! Calm down and focus on your mind. Feeling the surging power of authority, he took a deep breath. After taking control of the swamp, he had not had time to study it in depth. Now it seems that he has not done enough. How could authority be so simple? ! There's obviously a ton of stuff waiting to be discovered. After finishing the work here, let the guardians of the ancient tree people station where they should and go to work in the blacksmith shop. Lear returned to the city hall with a somewhat subtle mood. He didn't fall asleep like before. He lay on the bed, exhausted, and his spirit slowly sank into his mind. In the magic vortex, the broken godhead exuding profound energy is floating up and down at the moment.
It exudes a majestic and majestic aura that makes people tremble. This is the most powerful force in the world, the most extreme power, and the eternal pursuit of countless people. Now, it's in his hands, under his control! Godhead is the carrier of authority, and only by possessing Godhead can the power of authority be exerted. He controls all the authority over the swamp, but possesses only a portion of his godhead. Therefore, it is unable to carry this part of the power, and most of the power of authority is still sleeping. This made his control over the power of the swamp far from perfect. After calming down his mood, his spiritual power slowly penetrated into the divine realm. In an instant, authority began to revive, and Lear could clearly feel that his perception was extending outward at an exaggerated speed. In just the blink of an eye, it was completely covered by the swamp. An area of hundreds of kilometers is all covered by perception. He used to mobilize his power like this in the past, but this time, he did not act in a hurry, but calmed down and concentrated. His mind began to carefully sense the swamp, and he even tried to integrate into the swamp with his mental power. It was a little boring at first, and I didn’t feel any changes. But after a period of time, the mental power seemed to have found the same stage as the swamp, and gradually merged into one. In a trance, Lear's entire soul seemed to be separated from his body, suspended in mid-air, and he could clearly see every part of the swamp. But what was different this time was that not only the swamp itself, but also the vegetation and life on it were all within his perception, and he could clearly know its state. Even the spiritual aura it emits can reveal excitement, pain, joy, and anger. Gradually, he completely sank into the swamp, as if he had truly merged with the swamp, becoming a swamp that had existed in the world for millions of years. I feel more and more things.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, a ray of light rose from the sky, and the entire swamp began to revive. All things are competing and full of vitality. Everything started to look different in the swamp. At the same time, I was keenly aware that a group of strange beings broke in from the edge of the swamp and slowly came to the central area. At this moment, there was a sudden sound outside the door. "Master, Ishani has brought the tree people back to ask you to see them." Lear quietly emerged from that unique state. After opening my eyes, I was surprised to find that the sky was already bright. The sun was hanging high in the sky outside the window, and the dazzling sunlight was shining into the house from the open window. He stood up slowly and came to the window, holding one hand on the window frame and looking into the distance. The busy territory is reflected in the pupils. Residents were carrying various goods back and forth, and there was a clanking sound coming from the blacksmith shop. Dark Nagas were patrolling the territory in small teams. This actually lasted one night? ! He only felt that it was just a moment Taking a deep breath, I immediately felt that the power in my body became extremely active, and my spirit was fuller than usual when sleeping. Stretch out your right hand, spread your fingers and let the sun shine on them. What I had just experienced came to mind, the sudden burst of life in the swamp after the sun rose. Sure enough, the truth lies in in-depth research. He learned a lot that night and had a different understanding of the swamp. After calming down, he turned around and went out. He went down to the first floor of the city hall with the big devil guarding the door. When he walked out of the door, he saw Ishani's delicate face with a hint of excitement. Seeing him, the night elf hero immediately strode forward and saluted. "Day and night, my master has lived up to his command, and these sleeping trees have been awakened by me." Lear looked behind him, and before his eyes appeared trees covered with moss and ferns, each about fifteen meters tall. The face on the tree trunk is old and ugly, and the roots turn into soles of feet, supporting the strong body. The tree crown is dense and lush, exuding a strong breath of life. When the air blows, you can smell the moss on its body. After taking a look at the attribute panel, the levels of these trees fluctuated around level 10. The most terrible thing is that the number of them has reached an exaggerated 70! !
Lear was in a great mood. 70 tree people! This is no ordinary soldier! After transformation, these are 70 terrifying forts! Although Weilu City does not manufacture city defense equipment, it does have these heavy turrets with unlimited ammunition! There was no ambiguity at the moment. He took a few steps forward and his eyes became deep. The body exuded an aura as vast as the starry sky, and the power of the entire swamp was mobilized at this moment. At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was left with only Lear. With his feet on the ground and his head in the sky, everything around him revolved around him. The towering mountains seemed to be trampled under his feet, giving people endless pressure. "Ishani, sing the eternal night." A faint voice that could not tolerate any opposition or doubt resounded in the ears of the night elves. Ishani's heart was shaken, and she felt a great majesty surge, as if her soul was being looked down upon indifferently by an ancient god. It penetrated into her blood and shocked her soul. The respect in her heart became stronger. She immediately sang loudly. The crisp voice was elegant and soothing. The surrounding vegetation began to become active as it was last night. The tree man behind him was no exception. Lear's eyes were deep, and he directly mobilized the power of the swamp and gathered together. Covering the tree man in front. The tree man was transformed into an ancient tree man guardian, which originally required the green grass grandmother's spirit and the night elf's activation. But after his soul was immersed in the swamp last night, he had a new control over power. Now, he can directly transform the tree man into the ancient tree man guardian, without the intervention of other forces. He is the master of the swamp, the only ruler! Lear's thought revealed a huge movement. The rich magic power around him surged like a tide, and the sky was filled with waves of magic mist, mixed with surging vitality. Swamp is synonymous with mystery, humidity, danger, and life.
It has all kinds of unpredictable power. The residents nearby suddenly felt a special power pouring in from the outside world. It was like the wind blowing in spring, full of life. Many stubborn diseases and old injuries in the body were washed and healed at this moment, and most of them were healed quietly. The residents of the entire territory benefited from this at this moment. A dozen residents who happened to pass by and saw this scene felt the changes in their bodies, and they knelt down on the ground with shock, and kowtowed to Lear. This is a method that only gods can use! ! "Your Majesty." "Lord, your glory will spread throughout the main plane." "Praise you!" The residents' respect for him soared again, and their eyes were filled with a different kind of fanaticism. It was as if they were looking at the gods they believed in. They even wanted to kiss Lear's shoes. Lear ignored all this, and was concentrating on mobilizing the power of the swamp to promote the tree people. At the same time, a unique soul mark was imprinted in their souls. Absolute loyalty, never betrayal. The vast power surged, and the tree people took root in the earth, and the trunks began to swell like balloons and grow upwards. As the branches swayed, large new leaves sprouted, and the whole place was lush and green. The breath of life gradually became thicker and more stable. The whole transformation process lasted for a full hour. After realizing that the power in their bodies was gradually stabilizing, Lear waved his hand and dispersed the power of the swamp. Mobilizing the power of the swamp to improve the potential and level of the tree people consumed a lot of energy. But he could sense that the consumed power was only a small part of the hundreds of kilometers of swamp, and it was recovering rapidly. Lear now had a new understanding of the power of authority. Authority is part of the world's rules. Controlling authority means controlling the rules of this part of the world. How to use this rule depends entirely on the controller. Whether it is to mobilize the surrounding power to promote subordinates or to use it to cause a monstrous disaster to kill the enemy, it is all up to oneself. As Karanis said, tame authority and make it submit, rather than being influenced by authority and becoming a slave to authority. Thinking of this, the energy around him suddenly rose again. This time, it did not surge to the surroundings, but was madly infused into Lear's body.
In just a few breaths, the power of the swamp dropped a bit. At this moment, Lear felt that the power in his body had been exaggeratedly soaring, as majestic as a surging tsunami. Looking at the panel, the level was actually directly increased from level 11 to level 14. A crazy increase of 3 levels! ! Taking a deep breath, feeling the gushing power, his eyes became hot. His level was stuck for so long, it turned out that he didn't understand the power and the swamp well enough. It was his first time to be a god, and he had no experience, but it wasn't too late to find the right path now. He was overjoyed. When he completely controlled the power of the swamp, even the extraordinary would be within reach. This was the power that a god should have! The starting point was different, so the promotion method with ordinary people was naturally impossible. He retracted his mind and looked at the tree man who was promoted to the guardian of the ancient tree man in the sound of Isani singing the eternal night. He was full of joy. "Isani, you and the King of Naga will formulate the next defense plan. You will arrange and place these ancient tree man guardians." With these 70 trees, the total number of turrets in his hands reached 120, a full 12 teams. Although the number is not enough compared to the cold-blooded cavalry and the night elves, their role is strategic and cannot be replaced by other arms! "As you wish!" Isani nodded happily. As a life that has lived in the underground world for many years, she has an understanding of war that ordinary people cannot reach. At the same time, as a night elf, she also has a deep understanding of tree people and can better play their characteristics. When Ishani went down to do her business, Lear seemed to sense something and looked at the residents who were kneeling before him. Just now, he felt a weak, but very unique energy. It is what escapes from the other party's soul. That energy exuded a little hazy white light, which had a unique attraction for him. However, it is too weak and some are easily overlooked. While thinking, his spirit escaped and he tried to touch the weak energy. The next moment, a pious prayer suddenly sounded in my mind. "Your Majesty the Great Lear, your humble people and devout believers pray to you."
"May your brilliance envelope the swamp forever and shine on the world forever." "Everyone should listen to your words, and everyone should prostrate themselves at your feet." "You are the master of the swamp, the immortal who cannot be corroded by death, and the eternal light." "Praise you, sing your praises" Is the other party praying to him, and as a believer? ! Lear was shocked. Gods are based on faith, and almost every god has a strong desire and possessiveness for believers. The number of believers can almost determine the strength or even the decline of a god's power. Even the evil gods of the abyss, those terrifying beings who almost only rely on the power of the abyss to control their authority, are all coveting the power that believers can provide. He must spread his faith in the main plane even if he takes huge risks. He didn't have a thorough grasp of authority, and he didn't preach too hastily. Unexpectedly, today's incident would arouse such devout prayers from residents. With a slight movement of mind, he quietly absorbed the power of faith generated by the other party into his body. Although it is only a very faint trace, it is like the first drop of water emerging from a dry river, and like the first weed growing on the dead earth. In an instant, the godhead in his mind burst into brilliant light, echoing the power of faith that was so weak that it was invisible. Cheers and cheers. Lear felt inexplicably that he was on the right path Taking a deep breath, his eyes became deep. He looked at the squatting resident and slowly walked up to him. At this moment, he was still prostrating on the ground, unaware of his arrival. "My followers, I have heard your sincere prayers." Hearing the sound, the big-eared people with ears as big as cattails raised their heads. The oldest of these ten people is over forty, and the youngest has a childish face and looks no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. When the other party saw Lear, everyone's faces showed unspeakable enthusiasm. "My God, your devout followers salute you and thank you for everything you have given us!" The Big-Eared Man is a slave brought back by Lear from the spider banshees of the Night Shadow Clan. After arriving in the City of Weilu, these beings were not mistreated in any way. Like other races, they were allocated food and housing, and had a stable job. You can eat well every day, live comfortably, don't have to worry about all kinds of fatal dangers, and you can even learn precious knowledge and watch unprecedented dramas.
For many Big-Ear people, this is a life they never dare to dream about. As time goes by, the emotions of some Big-Ear people begin to deteriorate and turn into worship and belief. Because they firmly believe that only a great God can do such great things and save them from the darkness. The life we have now can only be given by God! ! Lear felt that the power that was so weak that it was undetectable became a little stronger, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "I feel your piety. How many of the Da'er people still believe in me?" The voice carried heavy majesty and a powerful sense of oppression. The source of faith is rooted in mystery, unknown, and distance. For believers, gods must not get too close. "My God!! Most of our people are waiting to hear your oracle!" Lear's eyes moved slightly. Are there already so many people? After sensing the glowing divine personality for a moment, he took a deep breath. Perhaps, it’s time to build a church and form your own sect (End of Chapter)