"Caw, caw, young master, he's awake."
Encased in ice, the taro plantman struggled violently for a moment before suddenly opening his eyes.
"Master!"
Breaking free of the ice armor's restraints, the taro man—now one of the millions of soul-slave monsters under Green's command—bowed his head in salute. This was submission from the deepest instincts of his soul.
"Yes. Where is the Kinsfern King's root Life Spring?"
Green went straight to the point.
The soul-enslaved taro man thought for a moment, then replied in a low, respectful voice, "Master, apart from those Fern King divine trees, very few knew any concrete information about the place where the Kinsfern King once took root. I only happened to learn of a plantman who might possess clues to the Kinsfern King's former roots."
"Oh? Who?"
Green also knew that if the Level Six World Lord, the Six-Ringed Bipedal Winged Dragon King from that foreign world, had coveted this Life Spring enough to soak in it, it must possess extraordinary effects.
During the Kinsfern King's ascent to dominion, it must certainly have contributed greatly.
"The Branch-and-Leaf Years Guardian of the Life Lake Sunwell, Cactus."
Green knew of Life Lake. It lay beside Bracken King Command City, and beneath its endless surging waters, a powerful kelp creature was battling the Soul-Devouring Kiss Stigmata Sorcerer.
However, as more and more Level Five Stigmata Sorcerers invaded this world, it seemed that the opponent over there had changed.
Judging from the faint sounds of thunderous explosions drifting over, it was either some Thunder Wolf King or the Thundercloud Arc Stigmata Sorcerer.
Branch-and-Leaf Years Guardian?
Knowing little of the Parasitic Spore World's history and culture, Green nodded and said flatly, "Take me there."
The taro soul slave walked ahead. Just then, a squad of plantman soldiers gathered in the distance.