Tapping his finger lightly against the car's armrest, Su Mo frowned. Failing the facial recognition was within expectations. After all, the commander in the hearts of the murlocs was actually just a title. It was the avatar of a powerful god and the father of technology who had enlightened the murlocs. It certainly was not Almighty Su, the human who was still measuring the wasteland with his own two feet in the mountains, thousands of miles away.
Because the time had been so short, Su Mo even suspected that these murlocs had long forgotten his face.
"However, the murlocs coming into the territory isn't a bad thing at this stage," Su Mo thought. "They possess a full fifteen Low-level Production Buildings and three Intermediate Production Buildings, along with their previously accumulated resources and technological foundation.
