Soon, all the Green Grass Grandmothers emerged from the reeds, their appearances strikingly similar among the nine.
The reeds growing from their heads drew quite a bit of attention.
After tearfully saluting Lear, they lovingly gazed at the Vine Fairy, full of affection for these little creatures flying around them.
The joy in their hearts was almost overflowing.
They finally found their place...
The great Father God has awoken, and the Swamp Race will surely regain its former glory.
Praise the Swamp!
After confirming that the Green Grass Grandmothers had nothing to carry, Lear didn't linger and set off directly back to the territory.
The return journey was much more relaxed than the way there.
The objective was already in hand; the next step was how to digest the rewards and make these unique beings contribute to Weilu City.
Lear did not return the same way but slightly deviated from the route, leading the army to search areas never explored before.
