Very soon, several Mud River Hippo Men who could still breathe were brought over.

With a splash~ they were thrown directly into the muddy water, in a wretched state.

Lear looked at these beings over two meters tall, robust like swine, just about to speak.

The eyes of the Mud River Hippo Men suddenly filled with black mist.

"My God is eternal!"

"Blasphemers shall have their souls burned by my God, enslaved and trampled for eternity!"

The instant the roar ceased, their bodies trembled, and their life force dissipated suddenly like extinguished candles.

None survived.

The words on Lear's lips swallowed again, his brows slightly furrowed.

Are these the followers of the Evil God?

He secretly remained alert, that in the future, upon encountering them again, they must be destroyed with thunderous force, or mesmerized with the soul by a Swamp Boggart before talking.

They must not be judged by common sense.

The army continued to search, but unfortunately, nothing valuable was found, the bones the Mud River Hippo Men held during their ritual were just ordinary bones.

The final harvest was these robust hippo bodies, along with heightened vigilance towards the followers of the Evil God.

In the end, a small gain.

After collecting the bodies, the Bubble Beast immediately blew bubbles to load them in.

These are to feed the Flesh Butcher.

Lear looked at the bubbles floating off the ground, smiling with satisfaction.

These little fellows are truly useful.

In battle, they can provide long-range support, in ambushes, they can create traps, and after battles, they can act as porters, carrying loads of spoils.

Almost perfect.

He now eagerly anticipates the scene after two months, once all the Bubble Beasts have hatched.

Perhaps in the future, continuing to develop, they could form a heavy artillery support force?

Imagine hundreds of Bubble Bombs bombarding every minute... just thinking about it is exhilarating.

Then let Donia produce more Black Spot Blood Worm Powder, burning poisonous mist on one side while loading it into the Bubble Bombs on the other.

Giving the bubbles magical damage while also carrying poison damage... ferociously fierce.

A small battle concluded, and the army continued to advance.

Subsequently, they encountered two more wild monster gathering spots, each with only about ten to twenty in number, at Level four or five.

No challenge whatsoever, they were directly overrun, additionally acquiring dozens of corpses.

In the rapid journey, when the time reached 11, Lear looked at the flashing dot on the Magic Map and waved for the army to stop.

We have arrived!

His gaze became sharp.

"Haggs, disperse the Wetland Lizard-men, maintain highest alert within this range."

"Today, a group of wandering Wetland Lizard-men will pass through here."

"Weilu City needs to recruit new warriors!"

"Also, in their possession, is the Secret Technique for Cold-blooded Cavalry..."

This Wetland Lizardman Hero's breathing suddenly became rapid, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The Secret Technique for Cold-blooded Cavalry?!

He knew, the Sovereign's words were never false!

Praise the Sovereign!!

"As you wish, great Sovereign!"

Lear chuckled, letting the other arrange things.

His gaze swept across the sparse jungle, reflecting everything in the Swamp in his pupils.

He had grown used to the Wetland Lizard-men, these warriors who did not know pain, brave and fearless, all possessing virtues.

The only drawback is their scarcity.

The loss of six squads while hunting Half-Fishmen last time still left him heartbroken even now.

He only hoped that the arriving Wetland Lizard-men would be numerous enough.

The Mire Wasps could not replace warriors in direct combat.

These assassins, with high attack and low health, were too prone to massive casualties, more effective as strategic backup forces.

After the Wetland Lizard-men spread out, the Mire Wasps also dispersed for vigilance.

Flying creatures, compared to those on land, were evidently far superior in exploration efficiency.

However, unexpectedly, half an hour later, the first news came from the Wetland Lizard-men...

They heard the voices of approaching Wetland Lizard-men sending warnings, as they rushed towards this direction.

Lear took a deep breath, his emotions surging.

Without delay, he promptly gathered the army to head off...

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at a swampy area with low vegetation, only reaching knee height.

The ground below was soft mud, and an ordinary person stepping on it would easily sink.

But the webbed feet of the Wetland Lizard-men stood steadily on it.

Looking out, there were as many as three to four hundred Wetland Lizard-men.

They had palm-sized thick scales, sturdy tails, sharp claws, and stood at 1.7 meters tall.

Their lizard heads on their necks were grim and fierce, with amber eyes exuding a cold killing intent.

This was a group of fierce beasts, frenzied warriors.

Blocking them in front were two squads of Heavy Armored Weilu City warriors.

By comparison, the Level 7 warriors were a notch higher than their opponents.

Combined with their equipment, they appeared even more formidable.

The two seemed like the contrast between civilization and savagery.

They stood off at a close distance, conversing in a fast-paced Lizard-man language.

As Lear arrived, the eyes of the foreign Wetland Lizard-men immediately became wary.

The tone of the conversation in front also turned vicious.

But before they could make a move.

They suddenly felt their vision darken.

Instinctively looking up.

Countless, fierce yellow-black striped wasps gathered in the sky, covering the entire sky.

The buzzing of wings pierced their eardrums.

A sense of shock filled their hearts.

But it wasn't over, behind the human, more and more Wetland Lizardman Warriors in Heavy Armor, wielding Steel Sabers appeared one after another.

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