The orange sun, like a fireball, slowly sank into the earth, and the gaze of the Dark Night Goddess fell upon the world.
The bright moon lit up the night sky, its cold light draping the world in silver gauze.
Lear led the army under the stars and moon, finally returning to Weilu City after nearly ten days.
Looking at the brightly lit territory from afar, his heart was inexplicably a bit excited.
Finally, he was home.
Kalanis, the brave warrior, stood on top of the Ancient Tree Guardian at this moment, one hand holding onto the treetop, the other gripping her war saber tightly.
She gazed into the distance.
In the moonlight, a mysterious territory quietly appeared before her eyes.
On the lush grassland, rows of uniform vine buildings stood tall, emanating twinkling starlight, looking stunningly beautiful.
As if entering a dream.
In the central area, a gigantic building over 20 meters tall was particularly eye-catching, its glow illuminating dozens of meters around it.
At this moment, a large crowd gathered in front of the gigantic building, with a beautiful Banshee atop, speaking to the residents.
Is this Lord Lear’s territory?
There was some curiosity in Kalanis’s eyes.
But this territory was far more rudimentary than she had imagined.
To support such a powerful army, it appeared as if it had only been constructed recently.
So how was this army cultivated?
Her heart was full of questions and confusion.
And upon seeing the army’s return, the residents were also in an uproar.
This outing had been too long.
Tomorrow would be the 10th day!
This was the first time Lear had been away from the territory for so long.
The continuous messages from him urging the territory to prepare for battle had left everyone deeply worried.
The Lord was their only protector, and should anything go wrong, they couldn’t imagine what drastic changes would occur in their lives.
But fortunately, the worst fears didn’t happen, the Lord was back!!
The Half-Elves and new inhabitants, were somewhat surprised by the intense reaction of the surrounding residents.
They had only heard about the respect for the lord before, but didn’t expect it to reach such a feverish level.
Was it really necessary?
However, the Half-Elf thought about the knowledge he had learned for free during these days, and couldn’t help but fall silent.
Perhaps, it really was necessary.
Even something as precious as knowledge was offered to them, the lowly beings who had just joined Weilu City, for learning.
The level of respect for the ruler of this territory seemed unsurprising.
Such broad-mindedness and spirit were indeed breathtaking.
Wherever Lear passed, the residents saluted him by placing their hands over their chests, welcoming the king of the territory back with the highest regard.
Lear nodded at the crowd in acknowledgement, then waved his hand to dismiss the Ancient Tree Guardians and the Cold-blooded Cavalry to rest.
Especially the Cold-blooded Cavalry, who were now covered in wounds, completely exhausted.
They needed ample time to rest.
The last battle had been too intense, and even though they had adapted to fighting the Fallen Demons, they had reached their limits.
However, after experiencing such a battle, he could noticeably feel that the already formidable Cold-blooded Cavalry had become even more fearsome.
As the army gradually dispersed, Bain, with a face full of wrinkles, made his way through the crowd, approaching excitedly.
After a respectful salute, he spoke in a trembling voice.
"My Lord, you have finally returned..."
These days, he had been holding up the territory by himself, dealing with both psychological and physical pressures that were overwhelming.
Seeing Lear immediately gave him a pillar of support, and the pressure in his heart suddenly eased.
Although most of the administrative affairs were handled by him, he knew better than anyone who the soul leader of this territory was!
Without Lear’s support, he couldn’t go on for a single day.
Lear nodded, feeling a bit sentimental too.
"I’m back!"
This was the first time he had been away from the territory for so long.
Stepping back into this private area of his, he felt like a traveler returning home.
The vigilance required outside was now entirely lifted, and he felt completely relaxed.
No matter when, the territory was the safest place.
This was his... home.
Over the past two months, he had poured countless efforts, establishing a deep bond with this land.
It was something he could no longer part with.
"Did anything happen in the territory during these days?"
"My Lord, everything is proceeding according to plan... The production in the Blacksmith Shop is now in the final stages, and the first batch of armor will be produced tomorrow!"
Bain spoke with excitement in his voice.
The entire territory revolved around this, and after expending a tremendous amount of effort and resources,
it was finally time for the harvest.
Lear nodded, his eyes also showing some satisfaction.
This was Weilu City’s first set of armor, although it was designed and produced for the Cold-blooded Cavalry, just a slight modification in the future would allow it to be used for other armies.
This production wasn’t merely to enhance the Cold-blooded Cavalry, but more importantly, to increase the foundation of the entire territory.
The skilled workers trained during this period, the established infrastructure, and the structured forging processes, were all valuable assets.
"Very well, you’ve worked hard during this period!"
Although the Blacksmith Shop was operated by the Fray, without the assistance of Bain, the Chief Civil Officer, it wouldn’t have been possible.
As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something and asked.
"How are the Half-Elves and Half-Elves doing?"
"The Half-Elves are integrating into the territory and are expected to fully become our companions within at most half a month..."
"As for the Half-Elves, those beings are somewhat proud and slightly unsociable with the residents."
Lear raised his eyebrows slightly.