Two months later, Alcra and Merlin both had stopped meditating. They turned their gazes to look at the tightly-packed, at least ten odd foreign tribes outside the dimension.
"I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly…"
Alcra's expression was calm but there was an occasional flash of frustration in his eyes. In the past two months, he did not manage to achieve a miracle. He was unable to combine the nine Tree Saplings into one, thus he could not become an upper rank Tree Folk.
Merlin, on the other hand, also failed to break through to the Ninth-level Mind Heart!
This two-month period was truly too short. Both Merlin and Alcra did not manage to achieve any substantial improvement.
"Such a big battle force. I haven't seen one for a very long time… Wizard Merlin, you must've arrived in the open territory not too long ago, right?"
Faced with such grim odds, Alcra still appeared to be calm and composed.