Lear was also riding on a fierce wild lizard.

The owner of this fierce wild lizard was riding along with another person.

The structure of the fierce wild lizard was very suitable for riding, with a high front and back and a concave area in the middle.

It's shaped like a bottle's indentation, once seated, a slight adjustment in posture would secure you tightly, making it difficult to dismount.

Yet, such a structure, amazingly, did not affect its flexibility.

It was very suitable for mounted combat.

Lear was riding a fierce wild lizard for the first time, watching the three-meter-shoulder-high beast gallop through the swamp, his spirits were high.

The wind howled past his ears, the scenery retreated beneath him, and everything on the ground lay trampled underfoot.

The view was wide and open, everything seemed diminished.

This feeling was incredible.

What surprised Lear was that under such high-speed marching, the divine life, the Flesh Butcher, kept up.

The other party kept pace with the cold-blooded cavalry on foot.

Exaggerated.

Praise was drawn from his heart.

This 13-level high-tier combat power, virtually without weakness.

Lear's spirits soared even higher in this moment.

In the sky were Crimson Wasps, beneath him was a fierce wild lizard, beside him were cold-blooded cavalry, behind him was the Flesh Butcher.

In less than a month, the strength in his hands was no longer the same!

As they sped ahead, within just ten minutes, the Crimson Wasps ahead sent a warning—enemies were approaching.

Soon, the notorious wilderness blood raiders, whom countless Pioneer Lords loathed to the core, came into Lear's view.

The wilderness blood raiders were almost entirely composed of the barbarian race.

These fierce beings were bare-chested, covered with thick, dark body hair, like uncivilized savages.

Their gaze was full of aggression.

Scars covered their bodies, remnants from raids and battles, their muscles like carved stone, exuding a terrifying strength.

The average height of these barbarians was two meters.

They wielded various weapons, made of iron, bone, stone...

All shared one feature—ferocity.

Notably—almost every wilderness blood raider rode a unicorn.

They seemed quite wealthy.

Seeing the wilderness blood raiders, Lear had no intention of stopping, instead he abruptly waved his hand!

"Smash them!"

The cold voice echoed in the sky.

He took the lead in charging!

When a healer leads the charge, it signals that the battle is already decided.

In the next moment, all the cold-blooded cavalry simultaneously urged their fierce wild lizards forward, each ferocious unit like arrows shot from a bow, closing the short distance instantly.

They directly collided with the wilderness blood raiders.

These savage barbarians, upon seeing the cold-blooded cavalry, had no time to react before they were upon them.

Hurriedly, they braced for battle.

At the moment of collision, they immediately felt the brutality of the cold-blooded cavalry.

Like steel spears plunging into the army.

Where they passed, neither unicorn nor wilderness blood raider withstood the impact!

Bones shattered, flesh and blood exploded.

In direct collision, nothing could resist!

The ferocity made the wilderness blood raiders' hearts tremble, frantically swinging their weapons in attempted retaliation.

But the wetland lizardman warriors riding the fierce wild lizards harnessed their beasts' power.

Steel sabers swung.

The wilderness blood raider only felt a tremendous force from their hand, a numbing at the base of the thumb, and crack~ the weapon was severed!

Splurt~ a fierce pain came head-on, flesh and blood directly burst open.

In the moment of engagement, they were torn apart by the terrifying power.

These blood raiders, who made countless people tremble, couldn't withstand the tyranny of the cold-blooded cavalry.

Like sleds skimming over, the dense military formation was directly sieved through.

Leaving terrifying bloody paths in their wake.

After the charge, Lear's excitement did not diminish, urging the fierce wild lizard to circle around and launch a second charge.

Charged five times in succession!

The three squadrons of wilderness blood raiders were reduced to less than a hundred!

Two-thirds perished!

In contrast, the cold-blooded cavalry suffered only minor injuries, which Lear quickly healed.

The vast gap between the two sides was brutally displayed in a clear manner.

Barbarian, Level: 9, Potential: 2 Stars, Talent: Brutal Plunder, morale increases by 50% during external plunder, all attributes increase by 20%... Evaluation: Aside from their own race, extremely brutal and murderous towards any life, no ethical law can restrain them.

The intelligence system's evaluation of these races determined they hold no value for conquest... Lear coldly waved his hand to continue the slaughter.

These fierce beings were indeed brave, fighting with vigor no matter how disastrous.

But sometimes courage cannot change the outcome, in the face of absolute power, all seemed pale and powerless.

Soon, the last wilderness blood raider was slain from horseback.

With two high-tier combat forces as vanguards, two squads of cold-blooded cavalry easily massacred the three squadrons of wilderness blood raiders.

The battlefield dominance shown by high-tier combat forces against lower-level enemies was exaggerated.

As the situation on the field calmed, Lear took a deep breath.

It had been a long time since he had charged the front lines, the steel saber in his hand was gathered just before the campaign.

In this battle, he himself personally slew two wilderness blood raiders.

The feeling was vastly different from maintaining a defensive line in the rear for healing.

Strange and wild.

After the war ended, the battlefield cleanup began.

Haggs miraculously found two survivors.

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