As the surging energy was continuously devoured by Haggs, the shriveled lizard corpse gradually crumbled into fragnts until finally becoming a pile of dust on the ground.
The expression of agony on the Lizard-man Hero’s face beca increasingly twisted, as the imnse energy nearly made him burst.
The pain of tearing flesh and soul, even with the talent of being unafraid of pain, could not be avoided at all.
Haggs let out a roar, his body twitching as he slowly fell onto the Fierce Wild Lizard, his head unintentionally resting over its heart.
Qi Blood burned like a fla, enveloping both of them within.
Then, his eyes slowly closed, his breath chaotic, as he fell into a slumber.
If soone else were to undergo this transformation, even a Two-headed Giant Chief, they would likely face grim outcos.
Lear, seeing this, took out the Blood Essence that had just been produced by the Mosquito Queen.
Placed it not far from their side, just enough for the Qi Blood to touch.
He then watched with so delight as the Blood Qi enveloped the Blood Essence, which slowly evaporated and shrank.
Turning into energy flowing into their bodies.
However, the speed was not fast, as the previous energy absorption was almost saturated.
But sothing is better than nothing; perhaps the extra energy could let them progress further.
After gazing for a long ti, confirming that Haggs could not complete the transformation in a short ti, he didn’t stay any longer.
Instructed the surrounding Wetland Lizard-n to guard closely, forbidding anyone to disturb them, then turned back to his own tent.
Occupying the mine, enslaving the troglodytes, discovering a surprising Bronze Coffin underground, and finally allowing Haggs to transform.
Today’s running around made him sowhat tired.
But with these two pieces of intelligence completed, one could say the rewards were substantial.
Owning his own iron mine ant future weapons, armor, and daily use could be t.
Moreover, with the troglodytes as self-sufficient miners, he didn’t need to invest much energy, just wait for the harvest.
As for Haggs, he could gain a powerful 3 Stars Hero and the adversary would activate a second talent during the transformation.
Might even transition into the Lizard-man’s legendary soldier type—Cold-blooded Cavalry.
With such a series of boosts, he anticipated how strong they would be upon awakening.
Lear needed to enhance himself as much as possible when Authority appeared on August 14, to face the Level 16 Flying Dragon directly!
After washing up, as he lay down to rest, he faintly heard the sound of the Swamp Boggarts rehearsing.
These magical life forms were constructed specially, not needing rest like humans, requiring only a little emotion to maintain status each day.
This allowed them enough ti to rehearse at night.
The drama was both a performance and a way to strengthen themselves.
Lear didn’t pay much attention to it and soon fell into a deep sleep.
On the morning of the 21st, the first thing he did after waking was to check on Haggs, and the Hero and his Fierce Wild Lizard were still asleep.
Their postures had not changed.
However, he could clearly feel that their aura had significantly increased.
The Lizard-n around were frequently glancing in this direction, their eyes full of unease, as if guarding a Giant Dragon that could awaken at any mont.
At this pace, by evening, they might have completed the transformation.
His gaze relaxed.
Not lingering there, he imdiately gathered the army.
Today’s target was the second piece of intelligence—
kiloters to the southeast, a group of swamp life known as the Green Grass Grandmothers grows among reeds; they are extrely skilled in managing plants and have a connection with the Vine Fairies.
The value of 3 Stars says it all.
Lear brought along two Vine Fairies on this trip.
Since those Green Grass Grandmothers have a relation with these chubby little beings, perhaps letting them communicate would be more effective.
Three squads of Wetland Lizard-n, fifty thousand Mire Wasps, Bubble Beasts, Swamp Boggarts, along with two Vine Fairies.
Fully ard.
There were normal combat Warriors, high attack but fragile Assassins, long-range support Mages, mind-tempting Warlocks, and Lear himself as the healer.
This was the kind of setup for a dungeon run.
The Two-headed Giant Chief Aite was left to guard the territory and protect the still-unawakened Haggs.
The army assembled and set out imdiately.
As his exploration area expanded, the intelligence provided by the system was also extending towards the swamp’s periphery.
A 35-kiloter journey back and forth is 70 kiloters, requiring a hasty march, or otherwise, if a few battles occurred along the way, it would delay ti.
At night, life in the swamp becos more active, significantly increasing danger.
Until he fully controlled the swamp, he didn’t want to take too many risks.
Upon initially entering the swamp, everything seed novel, but in the past half month, Lear had gotten used to the scenery and pressed on with his journey.
Two hours later, as they stepped out of the territory 10 kiloters away, the Mire Wasps ahead sent back information... unknown enemies discovered!
Lear’s eyes focused slightly, imdiately leading his army forward.
After advancing about a kiloter more, a vast muddy area appeared in front, with only sparse grass growing on it.
Across the muddy field, a group of very familiar life forms appeared before their eyes.
On their heads grew gigantic, forked antlers, covered in lush moss.
Their bodies were covered in plum blossom-like patterns, intricate and colorful.
Their eyes were pitch black, large, and alert, and at this mont, these creatures all raised their heads, gazing at them motionlessly.
The spinning eyes held so vigilance and curiosity.
Swamp Giant Horned Deer!
Lear imdiately recognized these creatures.
Upon first arriving at the swamp, on the day of obtaining the Vine Fairies, he had encountered these life forms.
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