The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1601: 1085: Earth Spirit Nourishment

Chapter 1601: Chapter 1085: Earth Spirit Nourishnt

Upon hearing Shanaela’s words, Wu Heng looked at her with so surprise, “You really don’t want to beco the Great Elder at all?”

Shanaela lazily leaned back against the pillow, her tone casual, “What’s good about being the Great Elder? When I see you, I still have to bow and salute. In the future, I can beco a hero myself, not to ntion…

As she spoke, she glanced around the spacious and comfortable bedroom, “Life now is much more pleasant than over there with the Wood Elves.”

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting her to consider things from this angle.

Thinking it over, what she said was not without reason.

The Great Elder holds a revered position within the tribe, but in the broader world, it cannot compare to a hero.

Just like Bonifacius, upon seeing the fugitive witch ‘Viola,’ must respectfully address her as “Sir.”

A hero is an existence that transcends ordinary power.

“Your thinking makes sense,” Wu Heng pulled her closer, “I also can’t bear for you to go back to the Wood Elves.”

Shanaela lightly punched him, then seriously said, “But no matter what, the Wood Elves’ attitude this ti is very clear. The Great Elder on the carriage also told that the Wood Elves are willing to be your solid support, fully backing you.”

“Do you think they truly want to rely on ?” Wu Heng’s arm encircled her shoulder, his palm sliding inside the loose neckline.

Shanaela pondered, “At least for now, the Wood Elves are already tightly bound with Gold and Silver Island.”

“I also wish the Wood Elves would keep getting better, but if this relationship lasts long, it may change.” Wu Heng voiced his concerns.

The foundation of cooperation between both sides is still a trade of interests. If one day, he becos weak, and the Holy Court or other heroes rise, the Wood Elves might make different choices to survive.

Then, the heroes trained among the Wood Elves could beco enemies against him.

He’s not afraid of rejecting the Great Elder, since today is their first eting after all, but he does fear making things difficult for Shanaela.

Shanaela nodded, “I understand your worries. The existence of the Elder’s Council is to safeguard the continuation of the tribe, assessing the situation and weighing pros and cons are regular practices.”

Thinking for a mont, she continued, “How many slavery contracts can you still sign? If not, maybe proceed in the form of a slavery contract, I’ll handle the Elder’s Council.”

“No rush!” Wu Heng continued, “Actually, I’m considering not just the Wood Elves, but also around Lundham City and the Yeko Kingdom in Brittany. These places’ developnt will ultimately need a lot of talent to support.”

“You’re planning to support so many? In terms of level enhancent, the Human Race is far from having the advantages of the Wood Elves.” Shanaela reminded him.

The Wood Elf race has exceptional talent, long life, this innate advantage is indeed hard for the Human Race to reach.

Wu Heng said, “I’m thinking, perhaps we can establish an academy, systematically cultivate various talents, it might be more aningful than just having one or two more heroes.”

Shanaela’s eyes sparkled.

This indeed a novel idea.

“Aren’t you afraid that the people you cultivate might target us in the future?”

“Currently, it’s just a preliminary concept, we’ll discuss how to implent it slowly.” Wu Heng gently stroked her long hair, “To the Great Elder, you can say we’re still considering.”

“Alright! Let’s sleep early, the recent training has been exhausting.” Shanaela said no more.

Reaching to turn off the light, she snuggled into his embrace and soon drifted into slumber.

…

The next morning, the morning light swept over the cobblestone streets, coating them in a layer of pale golden gleam.

The four comrcial zones on the island had already awoken, the air filled with the charred aroma of baked goods, the fresh concentration of seafood soup, and enticing scents from various snack stalls.

The breeze carried these aromas through every street and alley, causing passersby to constantly swallow their saliva.

At this mont, three well-dressed representatives from the Chamber of Comrce erged from a tavern, yawning, they casually bought so breakfast from a roadside stall, munching away excitedly chatting.

“Last night, I thought of a combo move, I’ll try it out at the entertainnt center later, it’ll be aweso!”

“Forget it, I feel like the dancing machine is quite fun.”

“Those two young girls are really good at the dancing machine, whenever they perform there’s always a crowd around.”

While joking, the three suddenly paused.

In front of the shop, a long line had appeared at so point, stretching from the store door to the street corner, constantly joined by people running up.

People were whispering, with faces full of curiosity and urgency.

The three instantly felt invigorated, “Is there sothing fresh on the island again?”

As they approached, they heard a loud and clear horn voice continuously broadcasting: “Exclusively sold by the Island Lord’s Mansion, ‘ballpoint pen’ and ‘compass watch’ officially on sale! Trade credentials preferred by caravans, personal purchases limited to three items, until sold out!”

It turned out to be the sale of those novel items from the exhibition!

“Gold and Silver Island has started selling goods!”

“How co there’s been no hint at all?”

“I’ll stay in line here, you hurry back and call people!”

The news spread like wildfire across the island.

In less than two hours, there was a sea of people in front of every sales point.

Individuals from different races, different identities, squeezed together, the noises of hustling, discussing, and hawking combined into one.

Many locals joined the bustle, laughing and pointing.

This made the entire road beco impassably crowded.

…

In the association, inside a study on the third floor.

Three elders traveled from the headquarters stood by the window, silently observing the commotion below.

With surprise in his voice, the Elf Elder said, “This scene is even more shocking than written in the newspapers, surely every notable Chamber of Comrce around the Erald Sea has sent people.”

The Dwarf Elder chuckled, stroking his beard and said, “More than that! I’ve seen even hundred-year-old Chambers of Comrce have sent people, despite being far from the Erald Sea.”