Hearing these words, Xiao Bai suddenly understood. Soon after, he grinned and flattered, "Boss is really a good lord."
"Of course, the reason I'm fighting for resources outside is for the hundreds of thousands of Berserkers in the territory, waiting to be fed."
Long Bufan had a smug smile on his face. However, he was completely unaware that because he was not in the territory all year round, Storm City was managed well by his financial manager, An Sen. As a lord, he was almost the most relaxed lord in the entire Firmament and Continent.
Moreover, in terms of resources, Long Bufan did not need to provide support. That Yuan Crystal mine alone was enough to run the entire territory for hundreds of years.
Then, Long Bufan patted the Golden Horned Bear's back, and the latter's speed suddenly increased again. In the vast sky, Long Bufan and Xiao Bai, one man and one marten, proudly stepped on the bear's back and flew against the wind, looking extremely cool.
Under such rapid flight, the tens of thousands of miles long Devil Beast Mountain Range directly passed through in about half an hour and entered the territory of Storm City. Soon, the silhouette of a huge city appeared in their line of sight.
"Storm City, I'm back again."
Long Bufan's gaze slightly moved as he stared at the majestic city towering over the plains. Thick and tall city walls surrounded the city. From afar, the city looked like a huge fortress, impregnable!
"Ah Xiong, stop."
When they flew to the outskirts of the Devil Beast Mountain Range, Long Bufan softly called out and used his soul to signal the Golden Horned Bear to land on a mountain below.
Because the Golden Horned Bear's body was too large and ferocious, and it could not change its shape like Xiao Bai, in order to not cause panic in the city, Long Bufan let it play or hunt in the mountain range by itself, while he brought Xiao Bai to Storm City.
Now, with the arrival of the Berserker clan in the Storm territory, the Magical Beast Mountain Range was like the backyard of the Storm territory. Moreover, the Golden Horn Demonic Bear was very powerful, so Long Bufan was not worried that something would happen to it. Instead, he prayed that some unlucky guy would not provoke it, or else the consequences would be unimaginable.
Then, Long Bufan leisurely walked down the hillside. On both sides of the road were vast fields. It was currently the beginning of winter, and the rice had not fully matured yet. At a glance, the green rice fields were flashing with specks of gold.
In the fields, Berserkers were busy with farm work in twos and threes. Their hardworking faces were full of expectation, hoping that they would have a good harvest this year. In a nearby area where the grass was lush, there were two cows, one black and one yellow, swinging their tails to drive away mosquitoes and flies. They were leisurely walking around, looking for tender grass that tasted better.
In the past, because of their Berserk state, Berserkers had always been ostracized by humans. They could only hide in remote mountains, living a life without clothes or food to eat. However, since they came here, they had food to eat, clothes to wear, and fields to plant. They lived a happy life without worries.
And all of this was deeply understood in their hearts. It was a young man called Long Bufan who had given them all. In the hearts of these Berserkers, Long Bufan had risen to a position as high as the Berserker God they worshipped.
"Squeak squeak …"
Little White, who was lying on Long Bufan's shoulder, suddenly stood up. Its small black eyes curiously observed the surroundings. Then, it suddenly moved and leaped out. It happily dashed through the paddy field. Even with Long Bufan's naked eyes, he could only see a flash of white light. As for those ordinary berserkers and farmers, as well as passersby, they couldn't see it at all. They could only feel gusts of wind blowing the paddy field to the east and to the west.
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