Lear watched the Tree Guardian at the forefront with great enthusiasm.

"Lead the way, we're going to find those Treants!"

Such a good opportunity, of course, couldn't be delayed.

A Treant is a Tree Guardian, an endless ammunition turret.

Standing on the ground, it's a Defense Tower.

Its influence is much greater than gaining one or two troop types.

Both being Level 12, a Corrupted Naga transformed from a Dark Naga is equally powerful, but its strategic value is quite different from a Tree Guardian.

12 Tree Guardians can support the defense of half a domain, while 12 Corrupted Nagas can only guard one passage.

Of course, their roles are not the same.

The Tree Guardian immediately swayed its trunk in a nod.

"Yes, Master..."

A rustling sound as the leaves shook.

After the words fell, the roots beneath the ground slowly retracted, and crackle after crackle, the sound of fine roots breaking was incessant.

It was like pulling a tree from the ground, roots breaking, and soil splattering everywhere.

Thick, dark roots arched up from the underground, bracing themselves on the earth's surface, exerting force, and slowly lifting the Tree Guardian up.

The 20-meter-tall body rose another 5 meters.

The oppressive feeling from such a size made one's breath freeze instantly.

The next moment, the Tree Guardian bent slightly toward Lear, interweaving its roots in front, forming a path directly leading to the treetop.

"My Lord..."

Lear smiled warmly, striding forward on the roots, ascending step by step, until he reached the treetop, finding a comfortable spot to sit.

Gazing around, his sight was suddenly elevated, seeing an extremely far distance.

Standing tall and looking far, it seemed as if the world was beneath his feet.

His mood became even more pleasant.

He waved his hand, signaling the Dark Night Elves and Green Grass Granny below to follow.

Thump-thump.

The Tree Guardian's movement relied entirely on its roots, wriggling like an octopus.

It immediately aroused the curiosity of the residents.

The busy crowds stopped their work, looking in astonishment and fear at these colossal beings walking past them.

These giant creatures could easily kill them with a casual swing of their roots.

But when they saw Lear sitting on the treetop, their hearts swelled with pride.

Such beings also had to follow the Lord's orders!

Praise the Lord!

The Dark Night Elves following behind were also somewhat envious.

If their territory had such powerful Treants, perhaps they wouldn't have to worry about foreign invaders.

Heading eastward all the way, at the height of 25 meters, one could overlook half of the swamp.

Few trees could compare to it.

In the visible range, only one large tree was taller than the Tree Guardian... the place where Mire Wasps built their nest before.

That towering giant tree, seventy to eighty meters tall, was the highest in the swamp.

It could be clearly seen from several kilometers away.

Could this big tree also be transformed into a Treant?

Instantly intrigued, Lear immediately called for Isa.

The Dark Night Elf leader nimbly leapt up the trunk, gazing at the suddenly clearer view around with admiration in her heart.

The only pity was that this Treant did not obey her commands.

"Isa, do you see that giant tree? Can it be transformed into a Treant Warrior?"

A giant tree seventy to eighty meters high, once animated, its mere size and strength could deliver a tremendous impact to people

In siege warfare, it could even let armies climb enemy walls using its own body.

Its massive size naturally came with numerous advantages.

"Lord, that's a Heartless Tree... The middle is hollow, it cannot be activated."

Isa gazed for a moment then regrettably shook her head.

This big tree could come to life only if it were at least Level 15.

"In fact, only a few species of trees meet the requirements for activation, among which oak, sycamore, and maple are the best."

"Other trees, unless they possess Spirituality, have a low success rate..."

If all big trees could be activated into Treants, the world would have long been under the rule of Elves.

But speaking of this, her expression became somewhat odd.

Spiritual Plants, rare in the Underworld, can be mass-produced here with little difficulty...

She sighed inwardly and glanced at the Green Grass Granny following behind.

The things they yearned for so desperately were within easy reach here, and not even much valued...

This was quite disheartening.

Lear nodded slightly, not disappointed.

"Later, you go check around the swamp to see if there are any suitable Treants for activation."

"Take two Green Grass Grannies with you."

Isa nodded somewhat numbly.

"Yes, Lord..."

After responding, she realized that Lear was directly giving her orders.

But there was inexplicably no resistance within her heart.

Her gaze was somewhat complicated.

The instructions from the Upper Position to the Lower Position have always been smooth and natural.

After half a month's baptism, whether she admitted it or not, her heart had already bowed low.

The pride of the Elves held no value before him.

The Tree Guardian, due to its immense size, appeared somewhat sluggish when moving.

But its size was so great that a small step for it was a long distance for an average person.

Overall, it moved faster than a human running.

Its enormous size also brought it more convenience—whether mud or water, it could barrel through.

It didn't have to care about the terrain at all.

Sitting on the treetop, Lear felt like he was rampaging in a tank, feeling very exhilarated.

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