The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1469 - 1029: Who Is the Best

Chapter 1469: Chapter 1029: Who Is the Best

Shanaela chuckled softly, drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips, and said, "It’s not that I don’t trust you."

Then, lowering her voice, she said, "It’s just that there are clearly better choices for this sort of thing, so why take the risk? The Wood Elves aren’t short on female professionals."

Wu Heng’s hand slipped beneath her clothing along her supple waistline, cradling her heavy fullness. "Your plan has a fatal flaw."

"Oh?" Shanaela deliberately pushed her chest out, revealing more skin beneath her nightdress.

I’m curious to hear what flaw this plan might have.

"The Wood Elves and Gold and Silver Island have a long-term collaboration." Wu Heng’s thumb brushed over the peak, appreciating Shanaela’s uneasy squirming. "In the future, they will continuously send high-level professionals. Can you guarantee that the Wood Elves can supply that many high-level female professionals?"

After a slight pause, he continued, "Even if they could, my body couldn’t handle it."

Shanaela sat on his waist, leaning slightly forward, and whispered, "Even severed limbs can regenerate. None of us have objected, so what are you afraid of?"

"I’m not afraid, just worried that the Wood Elves may not suffice." Wu Heng said with a smile.

Shanaela’s expression turned serious, and she said, "Actually, when Lady Glenda proposed it, I already noticed the problem, but it wasn’t the right time to speak up then."

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow, "What problem?"

"The Association, The Holy Court, even the Snake Badge Consortium and the Endless Desert—who do you think would tolerate you mass-producing heroes?" Shanaela said sternly.

Wu Heng’s gaze sharpened.

"At most, train one more batch." Shanaela held up a finger. "If you keep doing this, these powers will inevitably come together to apply pressure."

With a smile, she continued, "Do you really think you can create heroes endlessly, without restrictions?"

Wu Heng fell into deep thought, his fingers unconsciously stroking her skin.

Shanaela’s analysis made a lot of sense.

The various powers would definitely not allow an abundance of heroes, as that would overturn their positions.

He and Glenda had been focusing all their attention on The Holy Court, neglecting this aspect.

There’s a high likelihood, just as Shanaela estimated, that after two rounds of hero cultivation, these powers would exert pressure and intervene.

In terms of current strength, they’re indeed not afraid of The Holy Court’s heroes, and the Divine Spirits behind them remain uncertain. But they also can’t afford to antagonize so many powers simultaneously.

"You’re right. We do need to plan this carefully." Wu Heng said.

Shanaela smiled and continued, "Don’t worry too much. Perhaps my Lord Island Master will have a flash of inspiration and come up with a perfect solution?"

Wu Heng said, "The Association hinted at this before too. It’s my fault for focusing too much on dealing with The Holy Court."

"The Wood Elves are actually very satisfied." Shanaela continued, "For us, being able to cultivate two heroes is already satisfying. Don’t put too much pressure on it."

"Then we’ll see how things develop!" Wu Heng nodded.

The serious matters concluded.

Shanaela turned her eyes, pinching his chin, and asked, "Among the three of us, who do you think is the best?"

Wu Heng’s eyes widened slightly.

You’re the one who picked them, and now you’re asking this kind of question—it’s a trap!

He pondered for a moment, "Which aspect are you talking about?"

Shanaela raised an eyebrow, "What else could it be? Appearance, of course!"

"In terms of appearance, you are the most beautiful." Wu Heng answered.

The looks of the Wood Elves are quite outstanding, and the Elf Sisters he saw during the day were also beautiful.

But his emotional intelligence told him that if he mentioned them, he might end up sleeping alone tonight.

Shanaela nodded in satisfaction, "What about the figure?"

"The figure, of course, is also you. I like your figure the most, especially these two." Wu Heng reached out to grasp.

Shanaela nodded again.

Seeing that she intended to continue the comparison, Wu Heng quickly switched the topic, asking, "Speaking of which, there’s quite a difference in skin tone among you. Your skin is so fair, but the sisters are honey-colored."

"They belong to a branch of the Wood Elves, the Forest Elves, so their skin is of that color." Shanaela explained, then asked, "So, whose skin color do you think is better?"

"I like yours, snow-white, even whiter than a corpse after three days." Wu Heng said with a smile.

In the first half of his sentence, Shanaela wore a smile, but hearing the latter part, her expression froze, "Necromancer, you’re truly a weirdo to even think of corpses."

"It’s just a metaphor, you always bring it back to the profession." Wu Heng said.

Shanaela snorted softly and said, "We’ve been playmates since childhood, but it’s clear I’m in a better position this time."

"You’ve known them since childhood?"

"Wood Elves only reach adulthood at 100, unlike your Human Race. We’re 20 years apart but still of the same generation." Shanaela said with a smile.

This was still about bringing a close friend over.

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow, "So, you’re handing over your good friends to your man?"

"What do you mean by ’handing over’?" Shanaela lightly hit him. "My man is a hero, and the chance to cultivate heroes is something many people dream of. They’re lucky to have this opportunity, and in the future, they’ll have to call me sister."

"Alright, as you say." Wu Heng nodded.

Dusk was falling.

Shanaela’s fingertips slowly glided down his abs, "I’m quite satisfied with your answer just now, I’ll give you a reward."

As she spoke, her waist swayed like willow branches, her smooth long hair creating ripples in the night.

Wu Heng instinctively locked his hands around her slender waistline, "Why are you so enthusiastic today?"

Shanaela leaned over and blew gently in his ear, her hair brushing against his collarbone, "Because you’ve got such a sweet mouth."

...

On the third floor, in a bedroom.

The bathroom door, misty with steam, was pushed open, and the Elf Sisters emerged wrapped in white towels, barefoot.

The younger sister, ’Silvien,’ shook her wet hair, scattering water droplets onto the floor.