Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 120 - 88: Why Are There Humans Here?! (7,500 Words)
They were preparing to return.
The Wetland Lizard-men signaled as soon as they discovered the enemy, and when Lear arrived with the army.
These fierce beings had already launched an attack on the Wetland Lizardman Warriors who discovered them.
The rotting Centaur stood nearly 3 meters tall at the shoulder, wielding a sharp long spear that reflected a chilling gleam.
Its lower body was the torso of a warhorse, while its upper body was that of a human, with bulging muscles covered in scars.
Long, jet-black hair flowed wildly, giving off a cold aura.
On the horse’s body, there were large patches of rot, emitting a nauseating stench.
Fierce and bizarre.
The two squads of Wetland Lizardman Warriors were retreating step by step, unable to withstand the other side’s offensive.
Their bodies were covered with bloodstains.
Seeing the large gathering of people, the rotting Centaurs did not retreat; instead, their eyes turned blood-red, and their hooves kept pawing at the ground.
One could feel their brewing rage.
Rotting Centaur, Middle Tier Knight (Level 9), Potential 2 Stars, Racial Talent: Tyrant Fearlessness, Eternal High Morale, fight to the death without retreat, increased combat power when slaughtering enemies.
Skills: Horse Hoof Strike (2 Stars), Fearless Charge (2 Stars), Heroic Roar.
Equipment: Pure Black Spear (1 Star)
Evaluation: Centaurs polluted by evil power, their nature is extremely tyrannical, often unable to control themselves from attacking their companions around them.
Polluted by evil powers, and equipped with 1-star level weapon...
Lear’s eyes narrowed.
They appear so fierce, but how would they compare to his Cold-blooded Cavalry?
With a wave of his hand.
"Cold-blooded Cavalry, crush them!"
The fierce cavalry immediately roared out.
Seeing that the enemy only sent out one squad of soldiers, the rotting Centaurs were instantly enraged.
Tightening the grip on their spears, their hooves stomped the earth.
Thud thud~ Thud thud~
Fifty warhorses leaped forward, and the ground trembled.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry saw this and revealed a vicious smile, their Fierce Wild Lizards accelerating forward.
The two sides collided instantly.
The foremost rotting Centaur slammed into a Fierce Wild Lizard. Based on past combat experience, the opponent would usually be knocked flying.
But this time, he felt as if he crashed into a wall!
The massive force recoiled him, causing a loss of balance, and he was thrown directly to the ground with a thud.
The Fierce Wild Lizard’s gaping maw snapped open, lunging forward to bite the neck of the rotten Centaur hard, and swung with force.
Crack~
Half of the neck was torn off.
Both sides could be considered cavalry, yet after the clash, a huge disparity was immediately evident.
The Cold-blooded Cavalry’s ferocity overwhelmingly suppressed the formidable rotting Centaurs.
Power, speed, combat skill, nearly a total override.
Even their life energy was several times more resilient!
With such accumulations, these rotting Centaurs, which could easily put pressure on the Wetland Lizardman Warriors in combat, were all strangled after a few charges.
Still... no challenge whatsoever.
Lear saw this and took a deep breath.
This time, he really hit the jackpot.
The combat strength of the Cold-blooded Cavalry could only be described as explosive.
All along their way, they hadn’t encountered an opponent that slowed their advance.
"Keep moving forward!"
Passing through this area, they discovered several waves of rotting Centaur sentinels, all of which were quietly dispatched by Haggs.
Compared to the previous encounters with wild creatures, these rotting Centaurs were evidently more organized and disciplined.
At least, there were far more sentinels.
Finally, at 1:30 PM, they reached the gathering place of the rotting Centaurs.
Lear stood on a higher hill, looking down.
Three to four hundred meters away, on a patch of hard grassland, there were houses cobbled together with wood and wild grass.
The style was rugged and primitive.
A large number of rotting Centaurs were roaming back and forth in the gathering place.
Occasionally, there were figures returning from hunting, carrying carcasses of bloodied flesh.
These rotting Centaurs were lax, with no sense of defense.
Among them, fewer than half held spears.
Many, after returning, would place their weapons in a building to the east, retrieving them only when leaving.
Seeing this, Haggs’s eyes were filled with intense combat intent.
"Sovereign, this is the time when they are out hunting. If we launch an ambush now, we can catch them off guard... and also attract the returning Centaurs outside."
Lear observed for a long time, and after confirming that there were no powerful creatures in the territory, he nodded slowly.
His gaze turned to the Divine Life—Flesh Butcher, who hadn’t taken action along the way.
"Radina, Haggs, you two as the vanguard, disrupt the Centaurs’ formation."
"At the same time, destroy the building to the east where the weapons are stored, preventing the rotting Centaurs from retrieving their weapons."
"Wetland Lizardman Warriors, attack on my command, advance steadily in formation."
He did not wish to delay; swift action cleaves through confusion best.
With two High Tier heroes as the spearhead, the outcome would not be surprising when the opponent is unprepared.
Orders issued.
The army immediately began the offensive.
When the Wetland Lizard-men gathered and formed a formation, the Flesh Butcher charged ahead solo.
Exuding endless oppression, madness, and ferocity.
Madness Aura—
Centering on himself, it emitted a Madness Aura within a 100-meter radius, causing those engulfed to fall into frenzy, their rationality reduced by 70%.
The Madness Aura directly enveloped the nearby centaurs, and these rotten wild creatures instantly felt their heads buzz, as the violent emotions within began to surge.
