Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 81 - 72: Huge Gain—Level 11, Cold-blooded Cavalry
Seeing this scene, the wandering Wetland Lizard-men stirred once more, with caution, vigilance, worry, and envy flickering in their eyes.
Bright, standard-issue full set of metal armor!
This is the equipment they could only dream of.
Now, these unfamiliar kin, each has it, and also steel sabers!
Oh, Lizard-man God above, were those steel sabers forged by dwarves? Why do they look so sharp?
Feeling my saliva almost dripping...
Why are my kin so extravagant, just because they joined that human?
Looking at Lear again, their expressions became subtle.
If the other side is willing to use their kin, is there a possibility... they could use them too?
From the conversation with the other side just now, one could hear that overflowing sense of superiority.
No, no, they are Lizard-men; how could they possibly join humans... But if my kin could, why couldn’t they?
Countless thoughts trembled in their minds.
As the atmosphere gradually tensed, a burly figure approached from the side.
"Sovereign..."
Lear looked at Haggs and spoke slowly.
"You go and negotiate with them to see if you can make them join Weilu City."
Diplomacy first, and if the resistance is strong, they would have to be subdued before considering anything else.
This nearly two-meter-tall Wetland Lizard-man Hero immediately strode forward.
Reaching the stand-off area, his gaze swept around, and he mercilessly shouted in Lizard-man language.
To Lear’s surprise, those wandering Wetland Lizard-men... didn’t react.
Even with Haggs spraying saliva all over them, they endured it.
Just letting the scolding happen.
It wasn’t like this just a moment ago...
Then Haggs, still unsatisfied, directly charged into their formation and began yelling at them.
Like a grandfather scolding his grandchildren...
The scene looked rather bizarre.
Before long, Haggs brought over a Lizard-man leader shorter than himself.
"Sovereign, I have taken control of them, and they are all willing to join Weilu City..."
What?
That’s it?
Lear looked at the aggrieved Wetland Lizard-man leader behind and was still somewhat in shock.
Are you the god or am I, how come they bowed to you as soon as they saw you?
He prepared so much, gathering all his forces, ready to crush them and then enslave... and you subdued them just with a few scoldings?
Seeing Lear’s confusion, Haggs spoke softly.
"Sovereign, in our tribe... upper positions have direct governance over lower positions."
"Among them, there is no hero."
Speaking with some pride, his power was bestowed by their sovereign!
Is it just because they have no hero that you directly took over them?
Is it that hasty?
Lear’s mouth twitched, habitually viewing these beings from a human perspective, and for a moment he couldn’t turn the corner.
After Haggs explained, he finally understood.
The Wetland Lizard-men have a unique and tightly structured hierarchy, where the powerful automatically become the upper echelon, and the weak are the lower echelon.
Once their identity in the hierarchy is determined, they immediately integrate into this system.
The upper position has absolute control over the lower position.
This is a trait ingrained in the souls of Wetland Lizard-men.
Thus, in the event of a battle, they can instantly gather the strongest forces, ensuring no lack of leadership.
This rule evolved for survival.
Lear was astonished; this would be unimaginable among humans.
If status and power alone could resolve all troubles, those big nobles murdered by their subordinates, and kings killed by nobles, would not possibly appear.
Looking at the dense crowd ahead, he felt elated.
"Where did you come from, and how many people do you have now?"
The Wetland Lizard-man leader beside Haggs spoke softly.
"We have been wandering upon the wilderness, searching for a habitat... Now we have more than 400 people."
Wandering without a settlement is the daily life of many wilderness tribes.
Upon hearing this, Haggs’s expression softened... he too lived such a life before joining the sovereign.
But now, he has found his faith and pursuit.
"Do you have the secret technique for training Cold-blooded Cavalry?"
The Wetland Lizard-man leader was momentarily stunned and hesitated.
"Secret technique for Cold-blooded Cavalry? No... I am not aware of any secret technique..."
Cold-blooded Cavalry is the ace among Lizard-men, how could he have such a thing?
No?!
Lear furrowed his brows slightly.
Just about to speak, the other suddenly patted his head in realization.
From his bosom, he took out a tattered, yellowed parchment scroll.
"I acquired this from the tribal elder before, but I couldn’t understand it... Is this what you mean?"
Lear focused his gaze.
An Attribute Panel appeared in his mind.
Forbidden Secret Technique of the Lizard-men
[Level]: Special
[Traits]: When Lizard-men completely soak this secret technique with their blood, they can automatically master it. Other races cannot acquire it. This secret technique can train a level 11, 3-star potential Lizard-man unit—Cold-blooded Cavalry.
[Evaluation]: The Lizard-men’s non-transferable secret.
Lear’s mood instantly turned extremely excited!
Cold-blooded Cavalry, 3-star potential, level 11!!
With these more than 400 wandering Wetland Lizard-men, he would have a total of five to six hundred.
If all were transformed into Cold-blooded Cavalry, it would undoubtedly be a force that no one could ignore!
Hahaha... This is going to lift off!!
