Similar to the construction of the city walls, built with stones and wood.

But it appears more rugged, with a primitive charm.

Compared to the exquisite craftsmanship of Lorand City, they are worlds apart.

This city covers a significant area, stretching over two kilometers in diameter.

Barbarians clad in animal skins darted through the gaps in the constructions.

Numerous people looked up to the sky, pointing at them.

With a rough estimate, the number was no less than ten thousand...

Flying over the residential area, they slowly descended onto the spacious square in the central region.

Unexpectedly, there was an exceptionally beautiful fountain here.

Streams of fresh water spouted from the base, scattering tiny droplets around.

In the glow of the sunset, it reflected a colorful rainbow.

Lear's mood instantly improved considerably.

Around the square, at least three squadrons of barbarian warriors stood guard, eyeing them warily.

All of them were at Level 9, wielding weapons forged from ore. Although they seemed like the lowest grade, hundreds of strong warriors were poised for action.

They had quite an intimidating aura.

However, this didn't affect Lear much; these few hundred warriors weren't enough to trouble a Great Demon.

The female barbarian warrior swiftly dismounted the hawk and approached.

With her right hand formed into a fist, she lightly tapped it against her chest.

"Greetings to you once again, sir."

"The chieftain is waiting inside... Please follow me."

Lear nodded.

He glanced at the Bubble Beast beside him.

"The Bubble Beasts will stay here until I return."

Bringing along two hundred bubbles was rather inconvenient, so he instructed four Great Demons to remain here to deter the surrounding barbarians and protect these little creatures.

This sudden visit was different from going to the Night Shadow Clan, where he was invited, and they were prepared.

The barbarians were different, and Azaken, as a barbarian, clearly didn't have the influence to affect the entire territory directly.

After brief arrangements, Lear and Azaken crossed the wide square and approached the front of the imposing buildings.

This was a fifteen-meter-high single-story structure, built with wood and stone, appearing quite majestic.

It was rare to see such grandeur in the Wilderness.

Despite its ruggedness, its mere existence spoke volumes.

They crossed the doorway that reeked of a primitive aura and stepped inside.

It was a hall over two hundred meters in diameter, with wide chairs lined up side by side on both sides.

A 20-meter-wide path ran through the center, leading directly to the back of the hall.

At the very end, against the wall, was a wooden long table, with chairs on both sides but no one seated.

Only the main seat in the middle was occupied by a figure.

Lear stepped forward, passing row after row of chairs, arriving in front of the long table.

At that moment, the figure on the main seat slowly stood up.

Unexpectedly, it was a female barbarian.

Her face was exquisite, her features flawless, with skin white as snow, soft as a baby's, and wholly unblemished.

Even among the well-groomed noble girls of Lorand City's aristocracy, she would stand out.

Yet she was no hothouse flower; her presence exuded a wild, intense aura.

Like a lone wolf or hunting leopard, she radiated a strong sense of power.

Her figure was sculpted with sleek muscle curves, ready to unleash terrifying power and speed at any moment.

Short hair fell behind her ears, adding to her sharp look.

Her gaze was as sharp as a freshly honed blade, leaving the impression it could cut through skin with a glance.

She wore a gray-brown outfit made of animal hides, primitive and rugged, yet filled with the mystery of ancient forests.

At the sight of her, Lear immediately esteemed the Barbarian Tribe more highly.

With such a leader, the tribe was certainly not to be underestimated.

They locked eyes and fell into a brief silence.

A few breaths later, the sharp-eyed barbarian leader slowly began to speak.

"Betina Hisham, greeting Your Excellency."

"Thank you for coming to the Hisham Clan... We always keep our doors open for friends with goodwill."

Her voice was clear and carried a mature woman's distinct charm.

One's gaze naturally fell to her crimson lips.

Lear, with a calm expression, steadily returned her gaze and said slowly.

"Lear, greetings to you, Miss Betina."

"I am from the Swamp, representing Weilu City."

He then looked at the barbarian leader beside him.

"Azaken, perhaps you can introduce our territory to Miss Betina..."

Azaken promptly obliged, stepping forward and softly introducing Weilu City to Betina.

At first, the fierce-eyed lady maintained a calm demeanor, but as Azaken spoke, she grew increasingly astonished.

When he finished, she expressed her amazement.

"Lord Lear, to establish such a powerful territory in just a few months is truly admirable."

"Moreover, your care for my people for several months attests to your noble character."

"Azaken also praises Your Excellency highly."

"The Hisham Clan is currently seeking trade partners; individuals of noble character like you are precisely whom we hope to meet."

"We currently have a substantial amount of ore... Could we possibly engage in trade with your territory?"

"What do you require?"

"High-level weaponry and food, or magical artifacts..."

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