Warcraft Begins Mass-Producing Troops

"Lord Wood Emperor, will this do?"

Hearing the method Lord Wood Emperor had proposed, Qing Ming found it hard to believe.

Just by worshipping once, they could turn all the other tribes into Qing Yi Tribe members? This was... too miraculous, wasn't it?

"Of course! Who do you think I am? Why would I deceive you?"

Lord Wood Emperor snorted unhappily.

"Fine!"

Qing Ming glanced at the trembling prisoners below, nodded, and waved his hand. A beam of cyan light surged skyward.

The vast cyan radiance spread across the heavens and earth, shooting straight into the clouds.

Above Qing Ming's head, the phantom of a colossal tree appeared, reaching from heaven to earth as though it supported the entire world.

"Kneel and worship! Worship Lord Wood Emperor!"

Looking down at the prisoners below, Qing Ming spread his arms. "Worship Lord Wood Emperor. From this day onward, you will no longer be slaves, no longer prisoners, but... our tribesmen, our brothers and sisters!"

"In my capacity as leader of the Qing Yi Tribe, I promise you that I will treat every one of you fairly, just as I treat my own brothers and sisters!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire square fell silent.

The hundred thousand-plus prisoners, women, and children all stood with their mouths agape, utterly dumbfounded.

Could there really be such a good thing?

In the tribal wars of the Southern Wasteland, it was already fortunate for the defeated side to become slaves. Being slaughtered to the last person and used as a blood sacrifice for ancestral spirits was nothing unusual.

Yet now, this leader of the Qing Yi Tribe was saying they would "no longer be slaves"? And... they would become Qing Yi Tribe members?

Could such a good thing truly exist?

Even though they