"No problem, I've been free these days, I'll personally train you..."
The Dark Night Elves are all kneeling in submission, just a few hundred half-elves, what right do they have to be proud?
As the power of the army in his hand grows, and the territory rapidly expands, his confidence also increases.
"What about agriculture and territorial construction?"
Bain replied immediately.
"In the farmland area, the swamp wheat has already sprouted, and it is expected to be harvested in half a month!"
"This time it will be a bumper harvest!"
"It can directly solve our current food problem."
"As for the Blue Heart Mud Fruit, a few batches of seedlings still need to be cultivated before it can be planted on a large scale."
Bain's tone was somewhat emotional.
There was no feeling when the population was small, but now, opening his eyes every day, thousands of mouths need to be fed.
This overwhelming pressure can make a person unable to breathe.
