But before Lear could speak, the two barbarians who still had some breath left sneered fiercely, their Qi Blood surging wildly as blood gushed from their mouths like a fountain.

They directly used a secret technique to commit suicide...

Their ferocity made him frown slightly.

These barbarians are indeed somewhat similar to the Wetland Lizard-men, stubborn and tough.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find much of value on the other corpses.

Once sure there were no extra gains, with a thought, the Crimson Wasp that hadn't participated in the battle swooped down from the sky, lifting the corpses directly back to the territory.

The flesh of the three squadrons, plus the hundreds of unicorns that died, could nurture several Cold-blooded Cavalry.

The higher the level of the life form, the more energy its flesh contains, thus increasing the number of Cold-blooded Cavalry that can be cultivated.

Besides the deceased bodies, they also gained over two hundred living unicorns.

Although they were all ordinary inferior horses, with such numbers, just slaughtering them for meat was a substantial amount.

A small profit.

Seeing this, Lear's mood relaxed a bit, and he didn't linger long, leading his army back home.

Along the way, he contemplated the Fierce Wild Lizard underneath him, his gaze somewhat subtle.

This mount is indeed impressive.

Compared to walking every day before, it felt so much better.

Unfortunately, he wasn't a Wetland Lizard-man and couldn't nurture his own Fierce Wild Lizard.

Always riding others' mounts isn't a good solution... as he pondered, he suddenly thought of the lifeform he had encountered earlier — Swamp Giant Horned Deer!!

Those robust Giant Horned Deer would also make excellent mounts!

The majestic figure of the Giant-Horned Deer King still lingered before his eyes.

Upon first meeting, it was level 12, and the last time he saw it, the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King was already level 13... but however fierce, could it be stronger than Divine Life?

He glanced at the Flesh Butcher beside him.

Perhaps it was time to attempt another round of hunting... after experiencing the feel of a mount, he found it irresistible.

No wonder so many people love riding; it's truly exhilarating.

Returning to the territory, Lear handed the Fierce Wild Lizard back to the somewhat aggrieved Wetland Lizardman Warrior.

In the recent battle, he and another person shared one Fierce Wild Lizard, somewhat affecting performance...

Receiving his beloved pet, he was instantly all smiles.

Seeing this, Lear couldn't help but smile as well.

After the swarm returned, they transported the corpses to the area for cultivating Cold-blooded Cavalry, continuing to nurture these high-tier soldiers.

The recent hunts had made the cultivation of Cold-blooded Cavalry progress smoothly; soon enough, it might be possible to assemble a whole squadron.

By then, when hundreds of Cold-blooded Cavalry charge simultaneously, the scene will be absolutely stunning.

The additional two hundred unicorns were driven to the vicinity of Weilu City, temporarily guarded by the Deltha people.

Recently, they had just acquired 150 wild oxen, and now with another 200 horses, Bain was grinning from ear to ear with happiness.

These are valuable forces.

Having dealt with the spoils of war, Lear enthusiastically approached the City Hall, which had re-rooted.

Just moments ago, those Dark Night Elves had obviously done something indescribable that brought the City Hall back to life.

However, they absolutely couldn't expect that he would have so many contingency plans.

That they ended up making wedding clothes for him.

Raising his head to look, the building's appearance hadn't changed, still dotted with starlight, shimmering beautifully.

But the feeling it gave him was no longer just a building but a living presence standing before him.

This was an unprecedented experience; even after Spiritual Pointing by Granny Green Grass, he hadn't felt such.

"Let us go!!"

"Damn humans, why can you command our activated plants?"

"Cunning humans, he deceived us, it's a trap!"

"..."

The curses interrupted Lear's train of thought.

He chuckled, stepping into the room.

Immediately, he saw a scene that was both amusing and exasperating.

The Dark Night Elves, each of astonishing beauty and almost perfect appearance, were bound to the walls of the City Hall by vines.

Moreover, the binding was quite artistic, wrapping around each body part, with their chests perfectly displayed... looking around, he was instantly struck by the prominent peaks and valleys.

Seeing the angry stares of the Dark Night Elves, Lear found it somewhat amusing.

What have you done to my City Hall? You've even mastered the Turtle Shell Binding.

With great interest, he scrutinized the Dark Night Elves.

Doesn't this count as meat delivered to the doorstep?

Echoing his interest, he opened their Attribute Panel, his eyes instantly lighting up.

Dark Night Elves, Level: 9, Potential: 3 Stars, Racial Talent: Innate Shooter, possessing the finest Archery skills in the Underworld...

Good heavens, 3 Stars Potential?!

And their talent...

Isn't this a coincidence, Weilu City's army has always been a melee force, severely lacking in ranged troops.

This has made his battle tactics rather limited, always focusing on direct combat; if he could enslave all these Dark Night Elves...

Just the thought of it seemed promising.

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