Chapter 1269: Chapter 857, Dark Elf Migration_2

During his time in the territory, Morse also witnessed little by little its development and expansion.

From the initial low-key expansion to now, a demigod sits in town.

It is clear that it has developed to the extent that it can compete with the top forces.

Such a territory, internally stable, is very suitable for tribe life.

“Are you saying that you want me to allocate a piece of land within the territory for your people to live on?” Fang Hao understood the other party’s meaning.

“Yes, my lord, I beg your kindness to help my tribespeople and the children within the tribe.” Morse lowered his head even more.

Fang Hao looked at Li Rong at his side, who kept her gaze fixed and unresponsive.

She did not want to influence Fang Hao’s judgement.

Many places within the territory are understaffed.

For example, Anglina in Amanda’s command, the bloody mountains of the trolls, and even the Crescent Heights that Rolana abandoned without care, all are in need of population.

Previously, they even resorted to capturing prisoners through battles for replenishment.

But this does not mean that after stabilizing one’s own territory, you could just accept any race to join.

“Who is besieging you, and why do you say your tribespeople have nowhere to live?” Fang Hao leaned forward, looking straight at her.

Morse did not hesitate much and directly answered, “Our tribe had migrated to live in the orc territories, and six months ago, relations with the surrounding orcs began to grow tense, and now we have begun to be besieged.”

“What is the strength of your leader, and which gods does he worship?”

“Our leader is an orange hero, worshipping the deities of the Elf Clan, the God of the Moon, the God of Hunting, and the Slaughter God,” Morse answered blandly.

The gods of the Elf Clan belong to the factional deities, just like the God of Undead.

However, Fang Hao had heard of the God of the Moon and the God of Hunting for the first time.

And the Slaughter God, he had previously set up statues of, mainly worshipped by the trolls.

“How many people are in your tribe?”

“Over two thousand, my lord.”

Damn, just over two thousand people, that’s not enough to fill a city.

Believing in four gods, this faith is not firm either.

Fang Hao thought for a moment, the number of people is small, and the leader is only an orange hero, so he was not afraid they would bring any significant trouble.

“So, I can indeed allow you to join and allocate a suitable piece of land for you to live.”

“Thank you, my lord, thank you so much.”

“Wait, let me finish.” Once she quieted down, Fang Hao continued: “After joining the territory, you are a member of the territory. Abiding by its rules is fundamental. The gods you worshipped before will not be allowed to have shrines set up in the city. You have to worship the deities within the territory.”

This…

Morse’s eyes widened, somewhat surprised.

After pondering for a few seconds, she said, “My lord, I need to discuss this matter with our tribal leader.”

“You may, just give me an answer within three days.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Alright, go sit down over there, you don’t need to keep kneeling all the time.”

Morse rose and then walked over to a seat to sit down.

Having finished this matter, Fang Hao spoke with Li Rong about some affairs concerning Silver Wing City.

With Rebecca taking over as the leader of the Hall of Justice, Li Rong was also taken care of, now not only known as Sister Li among transmigrators.

In the city, she also became a celebrated new noble.

“I want to kill ‘Xu Haide,'” Li Rong suddenly said.

Alone, she had no problem killing Xu Haide.

The main issue was the church.

Now that Rebecca has become the leader, dominating the church, Li Rong was no longer afraid of him.

Fang Hao did not expect this matter to be brought up suddenly, and asked, “Did he provoke you again?”

“That’s not it. The old grudge has not been avenged yet.”

“The God of Deception matter has just been resolved, and the territory is still in the recovery phase; we can’t start a conflict with the church now,” Fang Hao considered and said.

With the archbishop already tormented enough, Xu Haide had long become compliant.

Indeed, there is no need to trigger a conflict with the church again and stir up the God of Light, which would be another worrisome issue.

What Li Rong is talking about now is also the frustration she had suffered before.

“It doesn’t have to be killing him. Help me get Rebecca’s support to be the spokesperson for the transmigrators; you don’t want the transmigrators to be controlled by Xu Haide, do you?” Li Rong suddenly changed the subject to this matter.

Well, that was a feint on her part.

Killing Xu Haide is just a ruse; getting Rebecca’s support is the real deal.

Fang Hao glared at her with annoyance, while the latter showed a triumphant smile.

“Fine, I’ll talk to Rebecca about it, but these things need to be done gradually, we can’t rush into them.”

“Understood.” Li Rong replied, patted her skirt, and stood up, “I’ve got other matters to attend to, I’ll come to keep you company another time.”

“Alright, focus more on your training, and don’t always act like the big sister.”

“Got it, activate the teleportation; I have to accompany my teacher out this afternoon.”

Fang Hao activated the teleportation array, and Li Rong stepped into it with Morse.

Just as the innkeeper ‘Winnie’ was about to enter as well, Fang Hao immediately stopped her, “Winnie, where are you going?”

“Ah? I’m going back to run the inn.” Winnie halted in her steps.

“Leave the inn to Li Rong; you stay here.”

“Ah, okay!”

The light of the screen dissipated, and Winnie, with slightly blushed cheeks, stood aside.

Fang Hao continued, “Starting from tomorrow, you will train with the maids, let someone else manage the inn, we shouldn’t make it seem like our territory is short on money.”

Previously Winnie used to train with Eira and the others.

Now the maids were nearly becoming heroes.

Winnie, however, was still at level three.

It was because she had invested all her energy in running the inn.

Winnie glanced at him carefully, then asked, “What about the inn?”

“Once you become a hero, then you can go back to the inn; before reaching hero status, you are not allowed to leave,” Fang Hao was being exceptionally domineering today.

“Oh, got it.” Winnie hesitated for a moment, then said, “Then I’ll go tidy up the room, should I leave the door open for you tonight?”

Uh…

“Leave it open, please!”

“Okay.” Winnie smiled and walked away directly.

She had just stepped out the door when she came face to face with Nelson entering with the funeral priests.

She bowed slightly, “Scholar.”

“Ah, Miss Winnie.”

They greeted each other and passed by without further interaction.

Fang Hao, looking at Nelson entering the hall, asked, “Scholar Nelson, is there something you need?”

“Lord, this is the heart you gave me last time; we’ve had some results.”

The funeral priest, holding a pottery jar, walked over.

Opening the jar’s lid, he revealed the heart enveloped in a viscous liquid inside.

Goodness, it’s like honey.

[Undead Heart]

[Effects: Magic Desire, Magic Body Protection]

[Magic Desire]: Magic attacks +25%, Magic Recovery +20%, skill cooldown -5%.

[Magic Body Protection]: Every five seconds, you can automatically store a layer of magic shield, up to five layers max.

Fang Hao, looking at the heart’s attributes, still frowned a little.

An organ with attached skills.

That’s quite an oddity.

This means that by transplanting this heart to other living dead heroes, they could be granted the same abilities.

“Scholar, who do you think should receive this heart?” Fang Hao closed the lid.

There aren’t many living dead heroes in the territory, it’s just a matter of matching it with someone suitable.

“Queen Amanda, when resurrected, didn’t have complete organs; perhaps we can see if she is willing.”

Amanda, huh? She indeed falls under the category of mage-type heroes.

And, she has also reached the rank of Dark Gold six.

With some effort, it’s not impossible for her to become the next Demigod.

“Yeah, let’s store the heart in the Viscera Museum for now, I’ll ask her later,” Fang Hao continued.

“Yes, my lord.”

Nelson nodded again, turned around with the funeral priest, and left.