Prime Originator



"That… a single Desolate Ox from Blackrock Region can feed many mouths, my Lord," Chief Ironshield explained.

"On average, a normal Lesser Demon-level Desolate Ox from the Blackrock Region can feed around five thousand mouths for three days. A Greater Demon-level Desolate Ox feed around seven thousand and five hundred mouths for the same period."

"As such, we only need to hunt ten Lesser Demon-level Desolate Oxen from the Blackrock Region to feed the whole tribe for three days. If we were to stretch out those three meals, we could even last a whole month."

"However, our warriors would suffer muscle loss and weakened if we do that," Chief Ironshield stated.

"I see," Leon rubbed his chin thoughtfully before wondering, "What about an Arch Demon-level Desolate Ox? How many mouths can that feed?"

Chief Ironshield immediately smiled wryly after hearing Leon's question before he said, "My Lord, we haven't encountered any Arch Demon-level Desolate Oxen in the Blackrock Region."

"If the Desolate Oxen were powerful enough to reach the Arch Demon level, they wouldn't be treated like livestock in the Blackrock Region, my Lord. But assuming there was, I would assume they would be large enough to feed ten thousand mouths for five days."

"Look at it from another perspective; that would mean a single Arch Demon-level Desolate Ox could feed the whole Divine Tortoise Tribe for a day," Chief Ironshield thought.

"I see," Leon uttered.

A regular cow from before the Cataclysms would have only fed around a thousand to two thousand mouths on average.

Now, all the beasts had mutated to sizes that would have been unimaginable in the past.

Leon really wondered what the beasts in the Infertile Plains ate to live in such a desolate place. After all, there were no plants for herbivores to eat; they could only eat other beasts and humans.

But considering humans also hunt them for food, it was strange that beasts hadn't died out yet.

Nevertheless, none of that was Leon's concern for the time being.

"In any case, the Divine Tortoise Tribe only needs ten Lesser Demon-level Desolate Oxen's worth of meat to live comfortably for the next three days, right?"

"Yes, my Lord."

After getting Chief Ironshield's confirmation, Leon waved his hand and sprinkled some plant seeds into an empty plot of land outside of the Divine Tortoise Tribe.

Within several dozen breathes, seeds grew into hung towering banana trees under the support of Leon's Wood Law and the Worldspace's Life Energy.

Just like that, several thousands of bananas were riped for consumption within moments.

However, that wasn't what Leon was simply aiming for. He detached the giant banana leaves from the banana trees and laid them out neatly on another empty patch of land with his wood manipulation.

Once the clean banana leaf blanket was created on the ground, Leon unloaded large amounts of sea monster meat from his Worldspace on it.

Although it significantly depleted his sea monster meat reserve, he could always restock in the Radiant Heaven Realmship.

"Would this be enough food?" Leon casually asked, but in fact, it was more than enough food to support the Divine Tortoise Tribe for a month.

Gulp!

Chief Ironshield and several warriors swallowed hard on their saliva before rubbing their astounding eyes with great disbelief.

However, no matter how hard they rubbed their eyes, the small forest of banana trees and the big mountain of sea monster meat before them didn't disappear.

It was certainly not an illusion, nor were they dreaming; it was very real.

"This is more than enough, my Lord!" Chief Ironshield answered with his gaze fixed on the sight before him. He found it hard to pull his gaze away.

It was unbelievable that the Divine Tortoise Tribe's food problem was resolved so quickly and effortlessly.

Chief Ironshield began to wonder whether Leon was a human or a god.

Either way, Chief Ironshield's respect for Leon was raised to a higher level—almost to the point of being Leon's devoted believer.

'This person was destined to lead the Infertile Plains!' many warriors thought.

"This… These are all sea monster meat, my Lord?" Chief Ironshield asked with astonishment, "Don't tell me… this was all gained from the secret realm? How did you manage to procure so much food, my Lord?"

Chief Ironshield could feel the vibrant energy contained within the sea monster meat. The quality was not low; it was definitely at least Lesser Demon-grade or above.

Furthermore, the freshness was still there.

According to Blackshell, the leader of Divine Tortoise Tribe's group that was sent to participate in the secret realm, everyone was kicked out early.

No one managed to reap many benefits from the secret realm – at least, that was believed to be the case.

Chief Ironshield stared at Leon with wide eyes, full of questions and doubts.

However, Leon casually smiled and replied, "Is that important, right now? Don't you have people starving inside the tribe? Those banana trees won't last either."

"Right! I was completely distracted, my Lord!" Chief Ironshield remembered what he had to do.

Shortly after, Chief Ironshield summoned warriors from the tribe to help with food transportation. The mountain of sea monster meat was slowly taken away by one grow while another group collected the bananas.

Only a few minutes had passed since then, but Leon had already noticed the roots of the banana tree were starting to die.

Infertile Plains' soil didn't just stop any plants from growing; it also killed them.

'If it's like this, the elves will be having a hard time cultivating anything in the Darkmoon Tribe,' Leon thought about the elves and slaves he brought over to the Dark Continent.

Without eliminating the root of the problem in the soil, it would be difficult for anything to grow on the Infertile Plains' soil.

Nevertheless, that was an issue for Leon to solve another time.

After Chief Ironshield finished making his arrangements in the Divine Tortoise Tribe, he returned to Leon's side with twenty other Battle Kings.

"I have brought some of our tribe's finest warriors. Please use them however you wish, my Lord. We are all at your command," Chief Ironshield stated.

"Understood," Leon acknowledged with a nod before saying, "Well then, let's not delay our trip any further. We head out now."

"Yes!"