Eternal Night Knight

Here is Felen.
In this world, myriad intelligent races nurture the tree of life, with humans merely on the ascent.
Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Demi-Humans, Sea Elves, Merfolk—all inhabit their secluded island cities, while the wilderness teems with settlements of Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs, Jackalweres, Gnolls, and diverse Monster Tribes.
Each intelligent race meticulously tends to their affairs for survival and the perpetuation of their kind.
From the Fairy Wilderness to the Shadow Plane, the Ether Plane, and the Starry Realm—countless planes entwine with the Material Plane, blending seamlessly.
In their God Kingdoms, the Gods scheme and vie for worship, manipulating all beings as pawns in their cosmic game.
Within the depths of the Hell Abyss, devils and demons whisper, lusting after mortal souls.
An ancient evil lies dormant, awaiting the world's descent into another cycle of chaos.
The echoes of the Giant Empire still resonate across this ancient land.
The colossal shadows of Giant Dragons still darken the skies of this realm.
Gaven, the Legendary Warrior reborn, assumes the mantle of Fate Reshaper, threading through the fissures of destiny. With his prophetic foresight, he charts a careful and strategic path, shaping a future of his own making and averting impending tragedy.
Gaven embarks on an unorthodox journey of magic farming—Gnolls mine for him, Fairies tend his fields, and Giants lead his charges. For indeed, Magic Farming is the true road to supremacy.
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In this Lord's tale of Magic Farming, the narrative may unfold slowly, so please extend a measure of patience and support.
Preparation is extensive, with a swift writing pace, ample drafts in reserve, and an unwavering commitment to integrity.

Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

This time, the frog calls were shrill and urgent.


One by one, tall, red-skinned goblin warriors with hooked noses and pointed ears, armed to the teeth, rose from behind the walls of the tower war chariots, revealing a fierce grin as their swords heavily cleaved down.


The mad frogmen in the air had no ability to dodge and each took at least two or three hits.


Less than one in ten lived; most were killed on the spot, and already stiff when they hit the ground, many even chopped into several pieces.


In the water or swamps, these mad frogmen might have had a slight chance against the hobgoblin soldiers, but on land, they were fated for slaughter.


How could the ballista carts, vital battle tools of the Conqueror Army, have no defenses prepared?


Indeed, the Conqueror Army had dispatched both its vanguards, but hidden within their tower war chariots was another force.


Chapter 607: The Formidable Lizard Queen