Chapter 44 Emergency

Soon, the wetland lizardmen harvested all the poison sacs and piled the corpses together.

Tired into a tall spider mountain.

Their bellies were turned upside down, and their bodies covered with downy hair were particularly ferocious.

Lear's eyes moved slightly.

The Wetland Lizardman Warrior has been promoted to 2-star potential, which has reached the upper limit and cannot be promoted further.

But the level is still level 7, and the upper limit of 2-star potential is level 9.

If potential is compared to a container, strength is like the water in the container. When it is filled to a certain extent, it will be full and no more can be filled.

The grade is the scale on the bottle that lets people know how much water is in it.

If you want to hold more water, you can only expand the container.

Now it is no longer possible to expand the container, but you can continue to fill the bottle with water.

A thought came to my mind.

He mobilized his divine power to convert all the spider corpses into life energy, which poured into the body of the wetland lizard man.

The aura of these ferocious warriors rose again.

An upgrade progress appears after the level - 35%.

Compared with increasing potential, the life energy required to increase level is obviously much less.

Lear felt relieved.

Keep searching.

During the next two hours of exploration, no trace of the owner of the three-toed footprints was found.

Lear suppressed his emotions, compared the magic map, and came to 20 kilometers north of ↑.

A place where the smelly giant monster may appear.

On the 15th, the building occupied by the opponent will be revealed. Take advantage of now to explore the area first.

There is a 100-meter-wide grassland in this area with obvious marks on it.

If you are more careful, you can see the clues above. There are fewer traces of activity on the four sides, and the center is the densest.

Normally you might not care about this.

But with definite information, we can figure out where the smelly giant monster is without much thought.

After observing for a moment, Lear suddenly smiled.

Know when and where the enemy will appear, and he will not be disturbed in the process.

What kind of enemy is this? !

This is a group of prey waiting to be slaughtered!

He looked at the poison sac in the wetland lizard man's hand.

"Hags, do you know of any other highly toxic poisonous weeds in the swamp?"

"It would be better to use smoke to cause damage."

The actions of the wetland lizard man completely opened his mind. If he couldn't fight with hard power, he would use other means to make up for it.

Poor information is a natural advantage.

The best strategy is to use each other's strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.

Haggis said this with great enthusiasm.

"Master, there are many kinds of poisonous weeds and poisonous insects growing in the swamp. I know no less than twenty species. However, except for red-spotted spiders, I have not tried using poisonous mist to corrode them."

Lear nodded.

"I'll collect some later and go back and try them one by one."

There are still a few days left, but it’s not too late.

"yes!"

Haggis immediately passed on the news and asked the wetland lizard people to look for poisonous insects and poisonous weeds.

There is no life at the location of the smelly giant monster, but from time to time you can see a pile of gnawed bones.

This area is their hunting ground.

After exploring the terrain clearly, Lear had a clear idea.

I took a look at the sky and saw that it was already afternoon. It would be dark even after 20 kilometers of journey back to the territory.

Today's harvest is pretty good, so I don't want to stay any longer and go straight back to the territory.

Before sunset, when the sunset dyed the clouds red, we stepped into the city of dew again.

The vine fairies are cultivating starry sky vines, while the swamp people are organizing the land. Some people have gathered at the fish farm in the north, and the swamp people who have cultivated farmland in the south have just returned.

Everyone is busy.

Seeing Lear return, Bain, sweating profusely, immediately walked out of the fishing ground with mud on his feet.

Report the progress immediately after saluting.

"Sir, the fishery has been divided into four small fish ponds, and dragon blood red fish are evenly distributed in them."

"We prepared fodder, meat, earthworms and other fish food and started trying to feed them."

"But the dragon blood red fish was quite frightened and has not opened its mouth to eat yet."

Lear nodded.

"Very good. Take good care of them. They may become our important specialties in the future."

If dragon blood red fish can be cultivated, it will definitely become an inexhaustible gold mine.

Bain slapped his chest and said loudly.

"Sir, don't worry! We will complete the mission!"

Lear nodded slightly and continued.

"Have the barbarians done anything today?"

I didn’t take them with me on today’s hunt.

Bain shook his head.

"I dispersed the barbarians into several parts, cultivated farmland, separated fishing grounds, and leveled the land."

"I also had people secretly monitor me, but I didn't see anything unusual."

Lear is very interested in the barbarian territory, but the city of Weilu has not developed yet, so it is a bit early to talk about trade.

Just put these guys under house arrest for now.

But they can’t be kept in vain. They are still a strong labor force, so it would be a waste not to let them work.

Now is the time when we are short of manpower, and the swamp people are not as strong as these people.

Let’s talk about being a cow for a few months

He couldn't bear to let them go now.

"Sir, there are too few manpower now. It would be great if we could capture some slaves."

Bain was a little emotional.

There is nothing in the territory and everything needs to be constructed and reclaimed. The wetland lizardmen are responsible for guarding security and cannot participate in production.

The swamp people are the main labor force, but there are too many things to do in various aspects, and these hundreds of people can't be busy at all.

Lear nodded.

This does need to be considered, but this requires finding the right candidate.

With the magical skill of God's residual power, there is no need to worry about loyalty.

But there don’t seem to be many lives in the swamp suitable for slavery?

He despises a fishy race like the half-murlocs and is not suitable for them.

Similar to the mire people and wetland lizard people, they are more in line with the positioning and future development of Weilu City.

Thinking of this, I also have a headache.

A blank territory, lacking everything.

I can only pay attention to it later.

Putting this matter aside for the time being, Lear informed Bain about the smelly giant monster and finally said.

"Do you know what poisonous things are in the swamp?"

Having seen all kinds of magic in Lear, the bog man hero's inner ups and downs are not that big.

He didn't find anything strange about why he knew about the ruins and buildings hidden in the void.

How could he possibly imagine what the Lord is capable of?

He said with some thought.

"There is no shortage of poisonous things in the swamp. I know of no less than twenty kinds!"

"But using smoke to create poisonous mist requires a try."

"Sir, when I ask the people below to collect black dragon broadleaf grass, they will also collect those poisonous flowers, plants and insects!"

Lear said solemnly.

"If we can set up an ambush in advance, they are all prey waiting to be slaughtered!"

"On the 20th, the smelly monster's building will disappear again."

"If you want to hunt again, you have to wait until next month."

There was always some sense of urgency inside him.

The swamp is not safe, and these dangers need to be cleared away as much as possible.

The smelly giant monster is too close to the City of Weilu. Once it appears, it will definitely find the City of Weilu.

No one knows what will happen then.

Danger must be nipped in the cradle!

"yes!"

After communicating for a while, Bain left. There was a lot going on and he couldn't stop.

Lear turned around and came to the central area.

At this moment, the vine fairy who gave birth to the baby happily shuttled among the vines, accelerating the growth of the starry sky vines.

Weave together these tough plants.

Looking from the outside, a group of seven or eight-meter-high buildings are growing upwards full of vitality.

With a diameter of two hundred meters, you can't feel any difference when it is on flat ground, but now it is beginning to take shape, and it immediately looks majestic.

Although according to this progress, it will not be capped until around the 20th, it has already begun to show its impressive results.

And this building is alive!

The only pity is that the baby born by the vine fairy takes half a year to hatch. Otherwise, if there are forty or fifty vine fairies working at the same time, the construction speed will be as high as heaven!

He was looking forward to this scene.

The next day, August 13th, there were still two days before the next intelligence update and the appearance of the smelly giant monster.

Lear woke up in the morning, washed briefly, and then gathered his troops to go hunting.

When the army was gathering, Bain stepped forward with a solemn face, holding a hen's nest on his head.

"Good day, my lord."

After holding up his chest and saluting, he said in a deep voice.

"Last night, one of the swamp people who cleared the farmland did not return."

Lear raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Have you sent someone to look for it?"

"It was getting light this morning, so I sent someone to rush there, but the news just came back. There is still no trace of the other party."

Lear's tone softened.

"What's the reason?"

"Sir, my companions who returned together yesterday said that they heard the swamp people's mating song at sunset."

"The kid's expression was a bit off at the time, but he was stopped by the elders. When he returned, he fell behind and when he returned to the territory, he found that he had disappeared."

"I thought he would come back by himself at night, but there was no movement until late at night."

Bain's tone became serious.

"Sir, the swamp people's mating songs are not in this season. November is the season for swamp people to breed and court mates."

"There's clearly something wrong with that."