Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 511 - 226: Leveled Up Three Times! Flesh Butcher—Level 18!

Even though the situation in the Wilderness is gradually becoming chaotic, as long as he is within the Swamp, he need not worry too much about the safety of his territory.

The power he holds is sufficient to respond to the changes outside.

In contrast, the Undead Plane is in greater need of this power.

The recent transformation of the Shadow of the Mist and the Flesh Butcher also highlight the value of this High Tier map.

After a brief conversation here, Lear immediately called upon Isa, instructing this Dark Night Elf Hero to deliver orders and dispatch the Ancient Tree Guardians.

The other party set off immediately, and half an hour later, in the distance—rumbling~

With resounding noise, one Ancient Tree Guardian after another emerged from behind the city.

The Flesh Butcher, using the heart of a Dragon Lich, had opened an additional Gate of Space deep within the fortress, allowing a large-scale entry of troops.

The small room storing the heart couldn’t accommodate so many troops.

Upon the arrival of the Ancient Tree Guardians, they directly climbed onto the city walls, their roots penetrating downward.

They dug deep into the ground from the city walls.

The dense aura of death in the Undead Plane isn’t favorable for the Treants.

However, as long as there is earth from which they can draw strength, they remain unharmed.

Meanwhile, the Tree Mages also arrived quietly.

These Tree Mages, standing over ten meters tall and emanating Magic Energy from head to toe, had not yet seen combat since being subdued and now joined the Ancient Tree Guardians in rooting themselves along the city walls.

Thus, what was an empty city defense force became abundantly supported in an instant.

This was akin to establishing dozens of turrets with infinite ammunition all at once.

The mere thought of it brought satisfaction.

Interestingly, with the appearance of the Treants, even the Death Knights, who hadn’t suffered many losses in battle, glanced sideways frequently.

These undead were very interested in the rich aura of life emanating from the Treants.

In no time, from afar outside the city, some Skeleton Warriors were seen moving in this direction.

Their hollow eyes were fixed intently on these Treants.

In the Undead Plane, the Ancient Tree Guardians were as conspicuous as candles in the dark.

Lear noticed this, his mind stirred. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Utilizing this to attract prey for hunting... could indeed be exceptionally advantageous.

However, the life aura from the dozens of Ancient Tree Guardians was somewhat too conspicuous, so immediately, he had the Flesh Butcher emanate power to conceal most of it, leaving only a small portion.

With this approach, Lear felt considerably more at ease.

He advised them not to unleash their aura lightly and to fish only when confident.

Then, glancing at the reorganized troops, he ordered the Deserted Tomb Guards to continue defending the City of Death, while the other forces temporarily returned to the territory.

The Undead Plane is unsuitable for normal life to linger long; staying too long would not only let the deathly aura seep into one’s body but also cause power and Level to diminish.

When enemies invade, it isn’t too late to deploy troops to support.

Thus, this abruptly erupted war was officially declared over.

This war lasted over two hours, with the side of Weilu City killing hundreds of thousands of undead creatures, plus an Undead Hero of Level 19.

The cost was merely the initial thousands of Skeleton Warriors subdued by the Flesh Butcher.

The gain was that the Shadow of the Mist advanced from Level 16 to 17, while the Flesh Butcher impressively soared from Level 15 to 18!

Only two steps away from reaching the Extraordinary level.

A glorious victory.

Upon retreating, Lear left the Shadow of the Mist to the Flesh Butcher.

With this unique life form stationed, the safety factor of the City of Death could increase significantly.

He had a premonition that leaving the Shadow of the Mist in the Death Plane was the right choice.

Now, he no longer needed the other party to protect his safety.