"Can this still be explained as the favor of the glorious great ones?"
As the saying went, things never happened more than three times—not just bad things, but all manner of events.
Earth Essence, once so scarce, had appeared three times in a row. Nalant stared at the floating ball of light ahead and fell into deep thought.
"Honored sir, do you think the Dark Creatures knew the Human Alliance was going to attack, so they deliberately placed all the Earth Essence altars along this remote route?" Goblin Rumba stared at the glowing orb ahead, also sinking into thought.
"Rumba, how vast is the land occupied by the Dark Creatures?" Nalant asked instead.
"Well... honored sir, I don't know exactly how much land the Dark Creatures occupy. But I've always heard that at least half of the Sacred Continent has yet to be reclaimed!" Goblin Rumba answered truthfully.
"Then do you think it would be safer to place altars collecting Earth Essence along this remote route ahead, or deeper within the Land of Death?"
"This..." Goblin Rumba was immediately stumped. Clearly, the assumption he had just made did not hold water.
"Rumba, aside from mutating Yellow Sprite Bugs, does Earth Essence have any other uses?"
"Honored sir, besides mutating Yellow Sprite Bugs, Earth Essence can also make a certain stretch of land fertile and allow plants to grow more luxuriantly!"
"Anything else?" Nalant pressed.
"Honored sir, Rumba doesn't know anything else!" Rumba shook his head.
Yet Nalant still felt that things could not be so simple.
Since the Dark Creatures had set up altars in every gathering place, that meant they were certainly collecting vast quantities of Earth Essence.
And making land fertile and plants grow more luxuriantly was obviously useless to Dark Creatures.
"Honored sir, no matter what the