Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 405 - 185: Prophetic Element Abilities, the Inevitable War
After the first Dark Night Hunter was born, more figures gradually emerged from various buildings.
By the time the moon was high in the sky, 5 squadrons had already completed their advancements.
The remaining two squadrons were undergoing transformation within the fortress to the west.
The Dark Night Elves, having completed their transitions, gathered in front of the grand City Hall, the impressive rows of hundreds of soldiers striking awe into onlookers’ hearts.
Lear looked at the fierce and battle-ready troops before him, feeling elated.
He finally had a strong enough long-range force.
The number of 7 squadrons was sufficient to form a dense attack net on the battlefield.
He waved for someone to go to the archery workshop and retrieve all the Armor-Breaking Longbows forged in the past few days.
Soon, a hundred manufactured longbows were transported to the small square.
The pure black, one-point-two-meter-high Armor-Breaking Longbows, inscribed with unique engravings, drew frequent glances from the Dark Night Hunters.
Each archer dreams of acquiring a perfect longbow.
The 3 Star level Armor-Breaking Longbows were vastly superior to the previous Hardwood Bows.
Lear waved his hand for Isa to distribute them.
Quickly, this Dark Night Elf Hero selected a squadron of Dark Night Hunters to be equipped with the Armor-Breaking Longbows.
In the hands of the streamlined, leopard-like fierce Dark Night Elves,
the Armor-Breaking Longbows were particularly harmonious.
Lear nodded in satisfaction.
The only pity was that time was pressing, and there wasn’t enough time to produce suitable armor for them now.
Currently, the Dark Night Hunters clad in leather armor carried a total of six quivers on each person, with each quiver capable of holding 30 arrows.
This was the maximum number of arrows that could be carried without hindering the Dark Night Elves’ combat abilities.
Each person had 180 arrows, so a hundred-man squadron had 18,000 arrows.
With 7 squadrons, they could carry 126,000 arrows, enough to sustain a medium-sized battle.
With supplies following, these Dark Night Hunters would be the strongest backbone of the army.
After a brief calculation, he was greatly satisfied and turned his gaze to Isa.
"How many Thorny Arrows are in stock at present?"
The 2 Star level Thorny Arrows were made from the wings of red-headed pheasants and shrub branches, with their production line formed two months ago.
"500,000."
"500,000?!"
This figure was beyond Lear’s expectations.
The thorny forest for making the arrow shafts was indeed vast, supplying plenty of shafts, but the red-headed pheasants’ feathers had previously been limited in number.
"Have the newly hatched red-headed pheasants become usable?"
Isa nodded.
"Yes, sir, the new batch of red-headed pheasants has matured, exceeding two thousand in number. The daily feather yield has increased tenfold!"
She also sighed, noting how visibly Weilu City’s growth could be witnessed daily.
Such creatures reproduced far faster than Three-tailed Pigs, hatching over a dozen eggs at a time and doing so in a month or so. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
With the buff from the Horn of Fertility, their reproduction was foreseeable.
In two or three more months, their numbers could easily reach twenty or thirty thousand.
Lear’s mood brightened even further.
With the army in hand and weaponry swiftly produced,
nothing felt better than watching his strength increasingly abundant.
After a brief conversation, with nothing else to address, Lear waved to dismiss the troops.
The next day, November 14th.
The fourth day since returning from Lorand City.
As dawn broke, Lear was already up.
After a quick wash, he rode the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King, accompanied by the Crimson Queen Bee, Mechanical Flying Dragon, and Great Demon, and left the territory directly.
Today’s target... Black Death City occupied by the Dragon Lich,
He felt somewhat uneasy, and was particularly uneasy about this Land of Evil, needing to personally inspect it to be assured.
The Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King ran in the void, and the large Mechanical Flying Dragon followed from behind, with the Dragon’s Might completely restrained.
The Great Demon half-hidden in the void, minimizing the chance of detection.
Without the ground troops slowing them down, their flying speed was swift, and under the guidance of the Crimson Queen Bee, they reached the undead-inhabited dense forest in less than two hours.
Distantly dancing, the forest averaged over twenty meters in height, preventing any sight of the interior from outside.
Only the sound of wind rustling through the leaves could be heard, with no bird calls or insect chirps, as though stepping into another world.
As they approached, Lear felt a chill permeating his soul, as if covered by ice.
His whole body resisted, with his soul warning him... danger, extreme danger ahead!
Taking a deep breath, his gaze became even firmer.
With a mental command, a faint black mist was released from the Shadow of the Mist behind him.
Turning to the hero beside him,
"You should temporarily enter the Shadow Prison..."
The group offered no resistance, obediently drawn into the body by Shadow of the Mist.
Lear left even his mount and hid it as well.
This territory occupied by the Dragon Lich was completely different from what he had imagined and required cautious action.
Numerous people made for a large target, easily discovered.
Enveloped in a soft mist, he traversed the air silently to enter the tall forest.
Everything around instantly dimmed, with the dense leaves blocking most of the light, causing his traverse through the wooded area to feel like walking through a graveyard’s chill.
Proceeding about two to three kilometers ahead, his gaze focused as he silently descended into the treetops.
Looking down, hundreds of ghastly pale Skeleton Warriors were patrolling below.
