The road from Iron Wall City to Endemic Plague Village was nearly complete.
Thanks to the no-expense-spared investment, this six-lane concrete road, ten kilometers long and twenty-one meters wide, had cutting-edge magical conduits laid beneath it. It could later serve as a foundation for building magical facilities in the surrounding area.
The "monster farming spots" along the route had also been completely cleared out by the players.
Once they finished off the scattered minor monsters in the wild, no more monsters would spawn in the surrounding area.
The concentration of corruption around them was like wiping a line across an oil-stained table with a dish-soap-soaked rag.
Without new "oil stains" being added, the dried-up stains would not spread. There was no need to worry about the safe zone being corrupted again, especially with so many active players here.
As a result, Endemic Plague Village, the first place cleared by the players, was less an "outpost" outside the city and more the end of this entire stretch of "safe zone."
The nearly one-kilometer buffer zones on both sides of the road had, in theory, also become safe zones where monsters would not spawn.
Like a narrow "blood groove" carved into the "broken sword" of a valley.
This was the Alliance's first opportunity to expand outward since its founding.
Every inch of newly opened land carried immense symbolic significance.
Amulet Owl sat atop a dead tree at the edge of Boundless Swamp. Looking at the once-vibrant swamp, now slaughtered into lifeless fertile ground by his own hand, he suddenly felt an urge to plant it full of crops.
"I don't know why, but after wiping out all the monsters here, I feel strangely empty," he said.
"If you like giant plants, you can plant them again. Didn't the Scholar who came