After 300 Wetland Lizard-men pledged their loyalty, Lear once again had ample forces at his disposal.

However, in just a few days, he began to find these warriors somewhat lacking in level.

The thought amused him, as Weilu City's growth was simply too astonishing.

Even his own standards and demands were rapidly increasing.

Just two months ago, before leaving Lorand City, these Wetland Lizard-men would have been considered precious treasures.

That night, Lear instructed the Queen Bee, who had reared 50,000 Crimson Wasps, to continue leading expeditions.

Additionally, he had her attempt to capture some living wild monsters to bring back.

The number of Ghost Guards needed to be increased.

The Crimson Queen Bee had no means to capture souls and could only bring back living entities.

No one could defy Lear's will, as the Crimson Queen Bee set out with 30,000 wasps and 10 Bubble Beasts for another hunt.

As half-undead creatures, the nighttime had barely any impact on them.

In fact, they found it even more comfortable without the sun's daylight glare.

As for safety concerns, anyone encountering such a sprawling swarm should be the one worried about safety.

The key factor was the speed of flying creatures, which was incredibly fast and efficient.

A ground creature could only envy such an advantage.

The swarm could fly out of the Mire Swamp and hunt in the Wilderness in less than half an hour.

Watching the swarm depart, Lear's feelings were somewhat complex.

The Goblin Ruins not only brought him benefits but also nearly claimed his life, making him more cautious.

With the Abyss Duke backing the Dark Naga, he would not act rashly without absolute certainty this time.

He had no interest in gambling his life.

The sage does not stand beneath a crumbling wall. As the lord of Weilu City, he needed only to diligently develop his territory and gather enough strength to eventually crush his foes.

Time was on his side.

The primary goal now was to train all the Cold-blooded Cavalry, increasing his level 11 Lizard-man Legendary Soldiers to a count of 700.

Next, he needed to forge weapons properly. Armor forging required time, but weapons were a necessity.

He had suffered greatly from weapon issues in battles against Mechanical Puppets and did not want to repeat those mistakes.

Afterward, the 1,000 capacity of the Deserted Tomb Guards needed to be filled.

At the same time, more divinity needed to be infused into the Ancient Goblin God over these few days.

This would maintain its potent strength, making it a formidable trump card.

Being a Divine Level entity, it could counter the Abyss Duke if the time came.

Once these tasks were completed, it would be time to act against the Dark Naga.

As the sky darkened and stars sparkled, the residents took up their small stools, ready to enter a new day of learning...

Through this period of emotional consumption, the Swamp Boggart had already reached the level cap of 3-star potential—level 12.

There was remarkable growth in all attributes.

This improvement was evident, even when imparting knowledge, effortlessly drawing residents into immersive learning as soon as she spoke.

Lear watched the crowd listening intently, deep in thought.

Once this group reached a certain level, it would be possible to start specialized training.

People could pursue whatever they were interested in learning.

Pig raising, chicken raising, fish farming... these were all forms of knowledge.

The Mud Swamp People could be engaged to teach territorial planning and construction, while the Fray could impart forging skills... interest was the best teacher.

Perhaps it could lead to the nurture of more high-tier talent.

With the Swamp Boggart around, there was no worry about the residents' ability to adapt.

Thanks to the Swamp Boggart, this long-term commitment in education had become much easier and simpler.

This world was truly incredibly fascinating.

The next day, September 17th.

In the morning, the Crimson Queen Bee returned with thousands of corpses, unloading them before fluttering her wings and heading out again.

Being half-undead, rest was unnecessary for them.

The Bubble Beasts did not feel fatigued either; combat was not their primary role, and they could rest midway, needing only to be carried by the swarm.

Lear felt quite gratified, as the swarm was saving him considerable effort.

Immediately, he ordered the training of a new batch of Cold-blooded Cavalry.

Before the work was finished, the Fray leader—Bulin came running enthusiastically.

After greeting, he exclaimed excitedly.

"Lord, I have completed the research on Cold-blooded Cavalry armor. We can start forging today!"

Lear's eyes lit up.

"So soon? Wasn't it supposed to be ready by the end of the month?"

Bulin replied joyfully.

"Yesterday, I gained more knowledge inheritance, which just happened to include armor and weapon knowledge."

"After verifying it throughout last night, we can indeed achieve the desired state!"

Lear was very satisfied.

No wonder this race was cursed by the God of Forging!

"Great, then let's start forging at once!"

"We face many formidable enemies ahead, and solid armor and sharp weapons will reduce our casualties and increase our odds of victory."

Bulin was equally enthusiastic.

Having spent so long in the territory, he finally accomplished something.

However, he hesitated momentarily.

"Lord, forging armor is different from weapons; it's a massive undertaking... we don't have enough manpower currently."

Thirty people to forge full-body armor for hundreds, and also including armor for the Fierce Wild Lizard!

Even if they worked nonstop day and night, they wouldn't produce enough by next year.

Lear found this issue troubling.

The lack of manpower had been a constraint for some time, always acting as a hindrance.

But in the Wilderness, capturing wild creatures randomly doesn't mean they will be suitable for recruitment.

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