Final Lord

Chapter 337 The Development of White Spirit City
Why develop so many troops?
Upon hearing this question, Wang Bufu fell into deep thought.

General Ed will never know just how cruel the future world of God-God will be.

If there had been no players in the previous life, the world of Gods would have been wiped out a dozen times over.

With his current troop strength, is it a lot? Not at all.

In the previous life, there were over a thousand players with epic legions, and even hundreds of players with multiple epic legions.

As the ultimate war god, Wang Bufu's strength was undeniable, yet he couldn't withstand the combined attack of several top-ranked players. Even with so many powerful players gathered together, they couldn't completely eliminate the chaos invading the world of Shengu.

If the players never come in this lifetime, then he'll have to bear all the pressure himself.

The local races of the God-Guarded World have experience from their past lives, and Wang Bufu dares not rely on them at all. It's not that the local races are weak; those legendary and epic races are in no way inferior to the top players from his previous life.

But most of them were cowardly and afraid of death, and very few of their races could withstand the chaos and invasion.

The reason is simple. If the chaos doesn't engulf their territory, then it has nothing to do with them.

If chaos engulfs their territory, it is obviously much simpler to reclaim territory from weaker races than to fight the chaos.

Wang Bufu shook his head, not answering General Ed's question directly, but said with a smile: "Actually, I don't have any great reason. I just think that our territory's logistics can hold up, so we should raise more soldiers if necessary."

It's better to use resources to train combat units than to have them stolen after being defeated. The cost of training will definitely be less than the cost of reparations.

"Hmm..." General Ed nodded seriously, agreeing, "Your idea is absolutely correct. It's a pity that many countries don't understand such a simple principle."

Look at the Eagle Kingdom; the nobles in the capital are all living a life of debauchery, wasting resources on pleasure.

Wang Bufu smiled slightly: "Their power is too great. It's normal for them to become corrupt if they live in comfort for too long."

General Ed waved his hand: "Alright, go ahead. I'll keep an eye on things here for you."

"Then I'll trouble you, General."

……

As soon as Wang Bufu left, General Ed took a deep breath and then slapped himself hard.

Once some thoughts take root, they linger around your head like mosquitoes, impossible to shake off.

Even though he knew his thinking was wrong, General Ed would still occasionally think of finding Wang Bufu to test the source of those four rules.

"Ed! This young man trusts you so much, you can't be a beast," Ed muttered to himself.

Just then, a voice suddenly appeared, slowly approaching from a distance.

"General Ed, it's normal to have desires, there's no need to be too hard on yourself."

"Hmm?" Ed frowned and quickly looked up.

An elderly man dressed as a butler was seen strolling slowly towards them.

The old man's graying sideburns were neatly trimmed, and the gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose reflected a cold glint. The hem of his perfectly pressed tailcoat swayed gently with his steps, and the chain of his pocket watch drew an elegant arc at his waist.

When he was three meters away from General Ed, he suddenly stopped and placed his right hand on his chest in a standard butler's salute.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency General." The old man's voice was as mellow as aged whiskey. "Butler Ming. Haha, long time no see." General Ed seemed to be laughing heartily, but in reality, he was secretly on edge.

As the spirit of the world, he was very uneasy that he had not sensed the presence of Butler Ming before Butler spoke.

“General Ed, let’s not beat around the bush,” Butler Ming said with a smile. “I know you want to resurrect your dead men. I have a good suggestion, one that’s definitely better than what you’re thinking right now. At least it won’t make you look like a treacherous villain. Would you like to hear it?”

"Oh?" Ed frowned at Butler Ming, and the air immediately became tense. "Butler Ming, what do you mean by this?"

“I forgot to reintroduce myself.” Uncle Ming bowed again and said, “I am Ming Gru, the self-created professional Time Manager, Level 1 Extraordinary. Time is my friend, and it should be your friend as well.”

Time! Create your own career!
Ed took a deep breath, his gaze growing even more serious: "I think I understand. You saw the future? My future self did something that wronged the young man?"

"Who knows?" Butler Ming said mysteriously. "The future is the future precisely because everything is uncertain. The past cannot be changed, but the future is a toy of time, which can be sculpted by the present into any shape we like."

Butler Ming magically produced a white dining table, laid out a tablecloth, then neatly placed two chairs, poured two glasses of red wine, and gestured an invitation to General Ed.

“I understand.” General Ed nodded seriously and sat down next to Butler Ming. “I am very interested in what you just said. Butler Ming, please enlighten me.”

"I wouldn't call it guidance, just a preliminary idea," Butler Ming said with a smile, raising his glass. "Cheers to our future!"

"cheers!"

……

Wang Bufu returned to Bailing City and summoned four people.

Shakert, the leader of the cavemen slaves.

Will Case, the officer of the archer squad.

Medusa Chieftain - Aisana.

The new patriarch of the Evil Eye Clan—Touchmaster.

"My lord," Shakert was the first to report, "The Caveman Legion has completed its basic training, adding 8,000 Poison Cavemen and 1,600 other Cavemen."

Four hundred cavemen, after training, still failed and were sent back to their tribe to take up logistical positions.

Wilkes was not to be outdone: "My lord, the first six batches of archer squads have completed their training, totaling three thousand men, and all of them have finished training."

The seventh batch of expanded regular regiments, totaling two thousand people, has begun training. I estimate the pass rate will be around 80%.

Aisana said with some shame, "My lord, only 116 of Medusa's people completed the training. Please forgive us, our people have been living in comfort for too long and are not skilled in combat."

But we have successfully built a suitable snake nest, and the first batch of snake eggs has begun to hatch.

"Hoo hoo hoo." Touchmon's tentacles trembled, emitting laughter: "You are all no match for me. It seems I have won this time."

He proudly declared, “My lord, the entire Evil Eye clan has completed its combat training, including live-fire exercises! Under the supervision of the harpy, we independently subdued a newly emerged Overlord monster located in the swamp in the northeastern part of the Deadwater Wetlands.”

The opponent's strength is at the third level of the Extraordinary Realm!

"Oh!" Wang Bufu looked at Touchba. Good heavens, it was actually the Evil Eye Clan, whom he had paid the least attention to, who gave him the biggest surprise!

(End of this chapter)