Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 113 - 86: Massive Profits
[Evaluation]: An evil entity born from the Abyss, forged this dreadful land with hundreds of thousands of corpses.
After examining its attributes, Lear shuddered.
Four traits?! And none of them are useless.
What’s more important is—the Land of Flesh and Blood can continue to grow.
And it seems there is no upper limit...
The Master of Stench and Flies is simply a treasure giver.
At this moment, Lear was full of goodwill towards that demigod. This guy was too generous; in the future, if he sends divine artifacts or dragon eggs, Lear wouldn’t refuse.
After taking a few deep breaths to barely calm his excited mood, he moved his mind.
The surrounding Wetland Lizard-men suddenly felt the space around them ripple like water waves.
The scarlet earth before them gradually faded and then disappeared completely.
Turning around to look, the ground had turned into an ordinary area with low-growing grass.
As if the horrifying scene seen before was just an illusion.
Indeed, the Land of Crimson Rot was not fixed to the earth, but like other treasures...it could be moved and taken away.
Lear sensed the Land of Crimson Rot coagulated in his mind, the corners of his mouth gradually raised.
Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!!
Hahaha.
In future battles, just unfold this terrifying land, and wouldn’t it instantly create a home-field advantage...
And he felt there were many more aspects to excavate within it.
Unlimited potential.
In a good mood, seeing the army had already gathered the corpses, he didn’t linger.
He waved for the return.
Casually tossed the scarlet eyeball into an empty cloth bag.
The smile on his lips didn’t fade on the way.
This raid was truly a windfall from a stroke.
First, he eliminated the second wave of crisis brewed by the Master of Stench and Flies.
If left unchecked, if their army gathered, come nightfall, he couldn’t imagine what might happen...
Perhaps scenes of more than a dozen Plague Fly Generals leading thousands of plague fly armies besieging Weilu City could appear.
That would be a tragedy.
Fortunately, his proactive strike strangled this threat in the cradle.
The second gain—thousands of plague fly corpses.
This was also a substantial trophy.
Corpses were too important to him, a necessity, and could be used in any direction quite well.
Third, the eyeball of the Master of Stench and Flies.
This was gouged out alive from that demigod, an eyeball containing demigod power!!
The power contained within surged like a tsunami.
Returning to feed it to the Flesh Butcher might even advance it further...
Satisfying.
The fourth is the land of Crimson Rot in hand.
A piece of land that can grow, endowed with powerful traits, meaning infinite future possibilities.
Overall, this battle was truly a complete success, and the cost he paid...was merely some Black Spot Blood Worm Powder!
Compared to the gains, it was entirely negligible.
This is what battle should be like.
Comfortable indeed.
But after this hunt, there are issues too—this attack only temporarily suppressed the potential threat.
After this battle, the Master of Stench and Flies will not act again for a while, but once the opponent strikes again, it will be earth-shattering.
That demigod had already fallen into his hands twice, losing its eye and the treasure of the Land of Crimson Rot.
Bearing an intense grudge against him.
If given the chance, it will certainly spare no effort in revenge. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
No one should underestimate a demigod’s hatred.
Preparation is necessary.
With this thought, the excitement in Lear’s eyes diminished somewhat.
But then his gaze became cold.
As long as he has time to develop, not just revenge? He’ll even turn over the Master of Stench and Flies’ nest for you!
His only enemy is time.
The rapid growth of Weilu City gave him increasing confidence.
Without saying much along the way, when the stars once again adorned the sky, the army finally returned to the territory.
A slightly worried Bain immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the main force return and quickly hurried forward.
"Good evening, my lord..."
Lear nodded, briefly recounting today’s battle, and then spoke in a deep voice.
"In the future, the territory must be even more vigilant, for the Master of Stench and Flies will certainly seek revenge."
"We must be prepared, and mustn’t be careless."
Bain’s expression instantly turned grave.
A demigod’s revenge?!
He immediately felt immense pressure, but his eyes quickly turned determined.
The look he gave Lear was filled with fervent confidence.
Under the lord’s leadership, he believed that no matter what enemy, they would never be able to harm Weilu City!
This was the madness and worship brought by repeated victories.
"My lord, with you here, no one can destroy our territory!"
Lear gave this Mud Swamp People’s hero a deep look.
"With your joint effort, I am confident too!"
After a few parting words, he didn’t continue on this topic.
He pointed to the bubbles filled with corpses nearby.
"Use all these corpses to cultivate Cold-blooded Cavalry...we need higher tier troops."
Bain looked at the pit filled with loot, and a smile emerged on his wrinkled face.
"As you wish."
Subsequently, Lear dismissed the army to rest.
He then took Haggs to the pen where the small lizards were kept.
Instructing the Bubble Beast to unload the corpses.
Over a thousand in number, forming a small hill.
His gaze turned to the ten specially selected Wetland Lizardman Warriors in heavy armor beside him.
"Each of you go choose a small lizard as your future companion."
"I will transition you into Cold-blooded Cavalry."
