Huo Ling summoned over a thousand undead elves to care for and educate these Death Envoys.
The undead elves carried the Death Envoys away and headed beside the mage tower.
Simple houses had been built here to serve as homes for the Death Envoys.
Huo Ling walked before the Death World Tree and asked, "How does it feel?"
The Death World Tree's voice brimmed with joy. "Father... this feels better than ever before!"
"I have named these children Death Envoys."
The Death World Tree said in admiration, "Father, thank you for bestowing names upon them!"
Huo Ling looked at the fruits on the ground and asked, "How often can you bear fruits like these, Death Envoy?"
The Death World Tree said, "I can bear these fruits that give birth to Death Envoys once every ten years."
"However, their future numbers probably cannot compare to the first batch. They should be about the same as the fruits borne by other Death World Trees."
Huo Ling nodded. Every ten years, a batch of Death Envoys could be born.
That number could only be called very slow, but Huo Ling had just seen the baby boy's little member. This meant that these Death Envoys could also reproduce on their own, just like elves.
With two methods of reproduction, things would be relatively faster.
However, as long-lived beings with superior bloodlines, Death Envoys would probably share the same problem as elves: reproduction would be rather difficult.
The elves exhausted themselves to the bone, yet they could only have a few children in their entire lives.
Death Envoys might fare better, because they also possessed dragon blood. One of dragon blood's greatest traits was its enhancement of reproductive ability.
The only question now was just how much that reproductive ability could be enhanced.
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