"But if we can get the cooperation of the Green Grass Grandmothers, perhaps we can obtain even more powerful Treant Warriors..."
Even though he didn't want to admit it, he had to acknowledge that those unique swamp lives understood plants better than the Dark Night Elves.
Lear nodded.
"I'll summon the Green Grass Grandmothers right away..."
As he spoke, he waved his hand, signaling the seated Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King to return and bring the Green Grass Grandmothers here.
This was truly a Level 15 hero, with wisdom no less than that of humans.
The Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King nodded and immediately dashed away, even faster than before.
Two hours later, upon returning once again, its back was laden with nine Green Grass Grandmothers.
Energy emanated in waves from its body, enveloping the nine people to prevent them from falling during the wild gallop.
