The battle subsided, Lear stood amidst the insect swarm, turning his head to look at the silent corpse of the Two-headed Ogre, feeling somewhat amazed.

These were level 10 fierce warriors.

Even in Lorand City, they would be considered elite!

This group of seventy to eighty was overwhelmed by the bee swarm in just a few minutes.

The two were not in the same league at all...

A sense of satisfaction began to fill him.

This power is now completely under his control!

He waved his hand to have the Wetland Lizard-man who had come from behind take back the temporarily breakthrough-turned-hero Two-headed Ogre chieftain.

The bodies of the others were directly transported back to the territory.

The Blood and Flesh Butcher was still waiting for food.

The battle erupted suddenly and ended even more abruptly.

As Lear returned to the territory with a sky full of bees, Bain looked at the sky's menacing Mire Wasps with disbelief in his eyes.

"Lord... Lord... these Mire Wasps..."

Stammering, he couldn't form a complete sentence for a while.

It's true that he had people collecting Black Dragon Broad-leaf Grass, but he didn't expect Lear wasn't hunting the Queen Bee but had enslaved the entire hive...

Who could have imagined that?

Absurd, too absurd!!

Lear smiled wryly.

He gestured to the Mire Queen Bee flying slowly beside him.

"Bain, this is the Mire Queen Bee — Arcania... She will lead the swarm."

"These Mire Wasps will not harm our residents."

Upon hearing this, Bain immediately bowed in salute to the Mire Queen Bee.

"Greetings to you, Lady Arcania, from Bain."

"Currently, the Lord has appointed me to temporarily handle the affairs of Weilu City; if you have any needs, feel free to instruct."

This magic-filled world, as long as life reaches a certain level, basically all possess considerable intelligence.

They were long accustomed to it.

Arcania looked at Bain with her compound eyes.

A spiritual aura radiated out.

"Greetings to you, Lord Bain, I am the master's loyal servant..."

Bain's heart trembled.

He secretly glanced at the calm Lear.

Screaming internally.

Surely, surely... The Lord must be the Divine Son, must be!!

Otherwise, how could it be so absurd... This was a fierce and tyrannical Mire Queen Bee.

In no time, she became a loyal servant?!

But he refused to yield, in loyalty, who can compare to him?!

Lear wasn't aware of this Mud Swamp People's hero's rich psychological activity, calmly saying.

"You two need to communicate frequently, there are many things you need to cooperate on in the future."

Bain and the Mire Queen Bee responded in unison.

"Yes, Lord."

"As you wish, my Master."

Lear nodded, thought for a moment, then said softly.

"Arcania, send people to scout around Weilu City, see where to build the nest."

The central area of Weilu City does have 12 tall Treants.

But compared to the original nesting tree of the Mire Wasps, a towering giant tree seventy to eighty meters high, it was still too small to bear more than 90,000 Mire Wasps.

Moreover, stationed in the territory, tens of thousands of Mire Wasps coming and going daily, would create huge noise.

He had just experienced it deeply.

Surrounded by the insect swarm, it's stylish alright, but that noise is truly unbearable for ordinary folks.

Even a mosquito flying around the ear is intolerable; when tens of thousands of Mire Wasps with a wingspan of thirty centimeters take flight, it could drive someone mad.

"Yes, Master..."

The Mire Queen Bee immediately responded.

After bidding farewell, she flapped her wings and flew into the sky's insect swarm, ordering worker bees to search for suitable areas for nest-building.

Simultaneously, a part of the Mire Wasps was sent back to dismantle the old hive...

Lear didn't bother managing Arcania, as Queen Bee's wisdom is no less than that of an average adult, so she could arrange it herself.

Regarding the nesting site, his requirements were not high, within three kilometers is fine.

Mire Wasps are flying lives, even if the distance is slightly far, they can quickly come to help.

The journey wouldn't pose too much of a constraint.

After Arcania departed, Bain seemed to think of something and cautiously stepped forward.

Watching this Mud Swamp People's hero's odd behavior, Lear asked curiously.

"Bain, what else is there?"

Bain immediately declared firmly.

"Lord, my loyalty to you is unmatched!"

Lear's mouth twitched, why say this out of nowhere?

"Alright, I get it, go to work..."

Bain immediately turned around happily and left.

See, the Lord still needs me!

Today's impact was quite significant, this Mud Swamp People's mindset was all over the place...

While pondering, Lear's gaze landed on the Wetland Lizard-men transporting the Two-headed Ogre corpses.

He stepped forward.

"Send all these corpses to the Flesh Butcher's side..."

The divine life undergoing transformation needed fleshy sustenance to complete its metamorphosis.

He had only acquired it yesterday and hadn't fed it much.

Just then, the Bubble Beast returned with more than a hundred thousand 5-star Mire Wasp corpses.

Over a dozen large bubbles were filled to the brim.

Lear waved his hand, letting these little ones follow the Wetland Lizard-men.

The Flesh Butcher was placed next to the Level 9 Swamp Treants.

Since these Treants were conquered, they've always had a very low presence.

But as the last line of defense for Weilu City, they have been his guarantee of safety during this period of hunting trips.

Once the Swamp Treants reach Level 10, they can walk freely from the earth.

Their role would be entirely different.

But unfortunately, the authority will take some time to reveal.

Right now, he still can't promote lives with Potential above 2 Stars.

Soon, the Wetland Lizard-men piled dozens of two and a half meters tall, bull-like strong Two-headed Ogre corpses next to the sleeping Flesh Butcher.

Compared to the headless Flesh Butcher, which is over 3 meters tall, the robust Two-headed Ogres instantly turned into little babies.

A massive amount of Mire Wasp corpses were also dumped beside, forming a small hill.

Feeding?

How to feed?

Lear looked at this stitched monster, raising an eyebrow.

He opened the previous information prompt and looked at it again.

Similar to how the potential of the Wetland Lizard-men was enhanced before?

In his confusion, he suddenly saw a faint scarlet glow emanating from the Flesh Butcher.

The light surged out, enveloping the surrounding corpses.

The corpses seemed to be soaked in high-concentration sulfuric acid.

Sizzle~

Emitting waves of smoke.

Then quickly dried and melted away.

With a speed visible to the naked eye, they turned to residue.

The speed was too fast; within a dozen or so breaths, over a hundred thousand Mire Wasps and seventy to eighty Two-headed Ogre corpses were all devoured clean.

Only fragments and residues were left on the ground.

Lear could sense that after devouring so many corpses, the aura of the Flesh Butcher had grown slightly stronger.

Ate so much, and only grew a little stronger?

He was quite surprised and delighted.

The foundation of the opponent must be terrifyingly solid.

Train, intensively train!

And with the dreadful calamity of the Mire Wasps, a larger range of hunting could be completely conducted.

No worries about blood and flesh.

At this moment, a Wetland Lizardman Warrior came quickly to deliver news.

"Sovereign, the captured Two-headed Ogre has awakened... the other party requests to see you."

Lear was a bit surprised.

That Two-headed Ogre Chieftain was so heavily injured, and yet, it woke up in such a short time?

Turning curious, he went over.

Arriving at the holding area, Lear looked with great interest at the awakened Ogre.

The Two-headed Ogre Chieftain at this moment was bound like a dumpling with iron chains as thick as a thumb.

Even breathing was difficult, completely unable to move.

Haggs was staring at it coldly; if the opponent made any move, this Wetland Lizardman Hero would teach it manners with his Steel Saber in an instant.

Tap tap~ tap tap~

Hearing footsteps gradually approaching, the Two-headed Ogre Chieftain, lying on the ground with a swollen body and eyelids, revealing only a slit of its eyes, turned its gaze.

The once incomparable valorous figure it saw before fainting gradually became clear.

Its expression turned a bit complex.

"I didn't expect... in this swamp, for there to be a human constructing territory."

Lear looked down calmly at this two-headed lifeform.

The opponent had a main head, with a smaller secondary head growing beside the neck.

It was the main head that spoke, while the secondary head kept its eyes closed.

These lifeforms are quite interesting, placed in modern times, this would be called a conjoined twin, a congenital defect, in need of treatment.

After speaking, the Two-headed Ogre did not wait for Lear to respond, its voice turned low.

"Great human lord, I am willing to exchange all the wealth of the Red Stone Tribe for my life."

"My revenge is not complete, I am not resigned! Even if I die, I must hang all those damned traitors!"

Lear's gaze narrowed.

"Red Stone Tribe? Where are your people? Also in the swamp?"

The Two-headed Ogre instinctively wanted to shake its head, but couldn't move it, the body squirmed a bit.

After coming to its senses, it replied bitterly.

"No, the Red Stone Tribe is not in the Main Plane... Our tribe exists in a Half-Plane."

And then its tone became agitated.

"Those damned traitors killed my father half a year ago and seized the throne!"

"My subordinates and I inadvertently fled to the swamp during our escape..."

"The Red Stone Tribe has the wealth accumulated over hundreds of years... As long as you are willing to help me eliminate those damned traitors, I am willing to offer you everything."

"Even my life!"

A Half-Plane?

Lear's pupils constricted.

These Two-headed Ogres are not lives of the Main Plane, but come from a Half-Plane?!!

This significantly piqued his curiosity.

Outside the Main Plane, countless Dimension Planes exist.

These planes are lifeless and barren, some rich in resources with mineral veins stacked into mountains, some filled with relics of ancient civilizations, and some serve as nests for certain powerful lives...

But without exception, every time a Dimension Plane connects to the Main Plane, it draws countless prying eyes.

Because this implies that perhaps an unexploited treasure trove awaits its skirts to be lifted.

A Half-Plane is a world that hasn't developed into a complete plane.

But regardless of which, his interest was greatly piqued.

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