Final Lord

Chapter 210 Lots of doubts
The miasma churning on the mound of decaying bones was gradually dispelled by the clear emerald light, and the Knicks' shell reflected shimmering spots of light under the glow of the spiritual spring.

Once the purification of the spiritual spring was complete, the races that were praying cheered and gathered around the spring.

Chief Nix of the Miasma Clan trembled as he extended his claws, allowing a stream of clear spring water to seep into his body through the cracks in his carapace. "My lord," he cried, "our clansmen's armor plates... are burning hot! They're roaring!" His six compound eyes simultaneously glistened with moisture. "So many years, so many years! This is the first time the swamp winds haven't carried the smell of rotting spores."

Shanpao suddenly leaped out of the swamp, his grayish-brown skin, covered in humus, now gleaming with a jade-like luster.

The caveman excitedly grabbed a handful of damp, black soil, the shimmering crystals within the clods falling like stardust: "My lord, the ley lines have been completely restored; there's not a trace of decayed flesh left."

"The air smells like honey! So sweet." Tina's emerald feathers unfurled into a fan shape in the flow of the spiritual spring, and the vortex of wind stirred up by the three hundred harpies as they circled carried with them a refreshing mist.

Hera suddenly swooped down over the spring, her tail feathers dipping into the emerald stream, picking up glistening droplets of water. "Sisters, look!" she exclaimed, flicking the droplets high into the air. The refracted seven-colored halos condensed in the air into the shape of translucent flower buds.

A group of harpies hopped and skipped around the spirit spring. A few of the bolder ones even tried to bend down and taste the spring water, but Wang Bufu kicked them in the butt and they flew away.

Wei Yi stood quietly behind Wang Bufu, the cold light reflected from the twin swords softened into moonlight by the spiritual spring. When she reached out to touch the emerald light particles that floated past her shoulder, those particles suddenly condensed into miniature sword blades that danced around her. "Brother, they seem to like me a lot."

Hiss... The long, impressive display of the Life Spring's special effects made Wang Bufu feel refreshed and relaxed.

"The life-giving spring's support for logistics is too exaggerated. A single wonder is equivalent to having a legendary, logistics-savvy resident territory."

With the Life Spring, the problems of water and extraordinary food can be easily solved, and even a large number of soldiers can be fed.

It can also catalyze plants to become guardians of the spirit spring, which is equivalent to having a nest with all plant species.

I wonder if these guardians of the Spirit Spring can be taken out of the Spirit Spring of Life. If they can, my evaluation of the Spirit Spring of Life will have to be raised two levels.

There's also an unreleased ultimate ability, Natural Sanctuary. What could it be?

Wang Bufu pondered for a moment while taking out a source of fire.

When building a city on a natural wonder, you can completely ignore the surrounding environment. Forget about scorched earth and geographical disadvantages like lack of resources. Just build the city directly on the natural wonder.

Just as Wang Bufu was about to strike down the fire, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air. A strange feeling fermented within him.

"In their previous lives, players discovered that the natural wonder of the Elf Empire was called the Fountain of Miracles, a name that clearly did not match the Fountain of Life."

Of course, since players have never seen the Fountain of Miracles, it is also possible that the Fountain of Miracles is the Fountain of Life, which is also plausible.

However, there is still one point of doubt.

In his previous life, the Elf King Mango only took five years to develop an Elf Empire from scratch in the desolate wetlands, an empire capable of overpowering the three great human empires.

The attributes and special skills of the Spring of Life are indeed powerful, but definitely not to that extent.

Upon realizing this, Wang Bufu abruptly stopped, then another point of doubt came to mind.

"As we all know, the range of control of the Overlord Monster is equivalent to its strength."

The area of ​​the Dead Wetlands is much larger than the Black Forest and the Sunset Mountains combined.

There should normally be two scenarios here. One is that there are many powerful, high-level, supreme demonic beings dividing different areas, such as the Sunset Mountains.

Another possibility is that a powerful, domineering monster overwhelms the entire Dead Wetlands, much like the Corpse Fungus Sky Island in the Black Forest. Given the size of the Dead Wetlands, it would require at least an epic-level monster.

Neither of these two scenarios matches the current state of the desolate wetlands.

I searched the desolate wetlands and found only two artificial rulers: the decaying root nest and the symbiotic mother tree. This is clearly not right.

I previously thought that the Wujin Cult might have extracted the chaotic energy from the Dead Wetlands to corrupt the Spring of Life, leading to this result.

But the fact that the corrupting spirit spring was so easily expelled puts that point out of my judgment.

If the cultists of the No Gold Sect truly extracted a large amount of chaotic energy from the Dead Wasteland, ten thousand poisonous vines would definitely not be enough, and even a million would fall short.

Wang Bufu's gaze drifted towards the swampy wetlands.

"In the underground space... I didn't see any particularly powerful high-ranking church members among those corrupted non-gold cultists."

"Such an important matter as corrupting a natural wonder—and they just let these small fry mess around without even a high-ranking member of the Wujin Cult present? Is that even possible?"

Thinking of this, Wang Bufu stopped patting the fire and said to the blind cat, "Blind cat, gather the blind chickens and the others over here. Dig down into the hole as deep as you can. Be careful to dig secretly and don't make too much noise."

"Yes, my lord!" As Wang Bufu's loyal henchman, Blind Cat never asked why; he only resolutely carried out Wang Bufu's orders, even if they sounded somewhat inexplicable.

Soon, at Blind Cat's command, the caveman legion quickly assembled.

While the cave dwellers were diligently digging, Wang Bufu sat anxiously by the Spring of Life.

……

Moonlight seeped into the cracks in the earth, shattering into pale silver dust in the vertical tunnels carved out by the cavemen. Wang Bufu's military boots rolled over the remains of the seventeenth extinguished torch, the smell of tar mixed with the sulfur rising from the ground, burning a searing pain in his nostrils.

"This is the 137th report, my lord."

The caveman in charge of relaying the message had just emerged from the mud, swampy soil still clinging to his tailbone. "The rock layer in Tunnel Seven is thicker than expected. The artillery captain requests a return..."

"Request rejected. Continue digging. I'll send Blind Chicken with the cave carriers to provide support."

In Wang Bufu's mind, a tactical sand table floated in the center of the tunnel, with emerald light streams outlining seven winding downward tunneling routes.

Every three minutes, a caveman would report the progress of the excavation via telepathy. They had been digging for more than six hours now and still hadn't found anything, but Wang Bufu showed no sign of stopping.

An unease drove Wang Bufu to find out what was going on.

Six hours later, as the morning sun gradually rose, Blind Cat's voice echoed in Wang Bufu's mind: "My lord, I've used my geomancer's special ability to scout the strata several times. The soil density is normal, and my magical senses haven't detected any creatures. Nothing to show for it. The brothers are all exhausted..."

(End of this chapter)