The Flesh Butcher has awakened, holding two high-tier combat powers in hand, along with a mighty army, it’s finally ti to attack the forces that have been difficult to deal with—
↑ 30 kiloters to the north, a group of rotting Centaurs, reaching Level 9, with numbers exceeding 500.
He had known about this wild creature gathering spot since the first day he entered the swamp.
And beneath where the rotting Centaurs reside, there’s also a unique Magic Plant—Blue Heart Mud Fruit.
Just half a pound is enough to keep an orc veteran satiated for a day.
Ordinary wheat would require three to five pounds to barely fill an orc veteran’s stomach.
Its value lies in being able to feed more people with less quantity, and if the army embarks on an expedition, how much could it save on logistics?
Its intelligence value is as high as 3 Stars, making it an absolute strategic treasure.
But previously, he struggled with his army not being strong enough to face such terrifying enemies.
Now, it’s different... After more than half a month of accumulation, he now has the strength to purge them.
He needs Flesh to cultivate Cold-blooded Cavalry and higher level Blue Heart Mud Fruit to feed the army.
Both must be obtained.
After assembling the army, Lear did not delay, he imdiately set off.
Two squadrons of Wetland Lizardman Warriors were left to guard the house, while he instructed Bain to have the residents hide in the City Hall upon encountering enemies, relying on the swamp Treants to fight.
The completion of the City Hall provides more than just a landmark building for the territory; it significantly enhances the defense capabilities of Weilu City.
There’s no need to worry about the safety of the territory’s residents whenever an enemy appears.
In the future, when Weilu City is filled with vine-covered structures, the entire territory will be able to instantly transform into defensive buildings when encountering enemies... this is extrely formidable and worth looking forward to.
↑ He had explored to the north many tis but had never delved into the 30-kiloter range.
The army moved swiftly, and upon reaching the fifteen to sixteen-kiloter area, discovered the first wild creature gathering spot.
A group of creatures covered in thick black fur, 2.5 ters tall, standing upright, with wild dog heads.
Covered in mud, their voices were low and tyrannical.
When they saw the army approaching, they imdiately opened their mouths, revealing sharp canine teeth in a show of intimidation.
Black-Furred Kobold, Level: 8, Potential: 2 Stars.
The number was enough for a squadron.
These ordinary wild creature gatherings no longer piqued Lear’s interest.
They posed no challenge whatsoever.
However, they were perfect for testing the combat strength of the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
Without hesitation, he looked at the fierce silhouettes beside him.
"Cold-blooded Cavalry, orders: crush them!"
The Cold-blooded Cavalry imdiately lifted their heads in acknowledgnt.
The Fierce Wild Lizards beneath them erupted like lightning, charging straight ahead.
Their webbed-toed feet stomped on the muddy ground, providing enormous support, splashing large amounts of muddy water.
The Wetland Lizardman gripped his Steel Saber tightly, and as they neared the enemy, slashed down fiercely.
The leading Black-Furred Kobold tried to resist, splurt—
The claw was just extended when both the claw and the creature were cut apart.
Blood splattered as dismbered limbs soared into the air.
Before he could retract his saber, the Fierce Wild Lizard had already charged into the crowd.
The second Black-Furred Kobold was directly knocked flying.
Crack—bones shattered, and it was hurled seven or eight ters back, crashing hard into the mud, creating a long path of blood and flesh before stopping as it slamd into the second Black-Furred Kobold.
Its life force had long since been extinguished.
The imnse strength of the Fierce Wild Lizard was like that of a charging rhinoceros.
With only 10 Cold-blooded Cavalry, they forced their way through ten tis their number of Black-Furred Kobolds.
Wherever they passed, no one could withstand their blades.
After the charge, they turned around to continue the slaughter.
These Level 8 Black-Furred Kobolds, like lambs, couldn’t put up any resistance and were slaughtered one by one.
As if entering an uninhabited realm.
The Level 11 Cold-blooded Cavalry, three levels higher, one tier higher in potential... and the difference in combat power was worlds apart.
When the Cold-blooded Cavalry sheathed their swords and returned, the entire battle process took less than 5 minutes...
Is this the legendary unit of the Lizardn?
Though he’d seen Haggs slay a Level 12 Plague Fly General, such a violent scene still made Lear take a deep breath.
Heroes and units are ultimately two different concepts, but now it seems these Cold-blooded Cavalry aren’t much inferior to ordinary heroes.
This hundred-strong enemy didn’t even give them a warm-up.
Perhaps if their number increased three to five tis, they could pose so obstruction?
The legendary unit of the Lizardn, indeed fierce.
Satisfied.
"Gather the bodies... continue advancing!"
The order was given, and the Bubble Beasts behind them imdiately spat out bubbles,
wrapping all the bodies ahead into them.
Lear smiled contentedly, another batch of Cold-blooded Cavalry was in hand.
They continued onward.
The number of wild creatures in this area was particularly abundant, encountering four gatherings in less than ten kiloters further on.
All with numbers in the hundreds.
Lear, intent on training his troops, directly ordered the Cold-blooded Cavalry to engage.
No one could obstruct the Cold-blooded Cavalry, and these wild creature gatherings were trampled beneath their iron hooves.
This also gave him a deeper understanding of the Cold-blooded Cavalry’s combat strength.
Vicious and powerful were the best descriptors.
After the bodies filled 30 bubbles, Lear finally discovered his target for this expedition around 1 PM...
The rotting Centaurs.
He hadn’t reached their gathering spot yet, but first encountered a hunting party of rotting Centaurs.
The number was about 5 squads, with bloody, dismbered bodies in their hands.
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