After calming his excited heart, Lear set his gaze on the leader of the Wetland Lizard-men.

"Gather everyone and return to the territory with us."

"Haggs, you're in charge of leading."

"Yes, sir..."

"Follow your command, Sovereign!"

The Wetland Lizard-man leader and Haggs immediately responded, then led the armored Wetland Lizardman Warriors down to mingle with the wanderers.

At the same time, they informed everyone of the next goal.

Although about to rely on humans, the wandering Wetland Lizard-men were still confused.

But when they saw their kin in heavy armor approaching, they swallowed their saliva wildly.

The texture of the armor, the luster, the durability...

Their eyes were full of envy.

If joining a human territory means getting such equipment, it's not bad...

The Wetland Lizardman Warriors looked at their kin with such eyes, raising their heads high with pride.

They smiled arrogantly in their hearts.

These little brats might not even know that they not only have matching equipment, but the food is also the most abundant in the territory.

Even after sacrifice, they can be buried in the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits, and their names can be inscribed in the Heroic Spirit Hall for future generations to honor and admire.

If they knew about these benefits, they would probably be wide-eyed.

Hmph, looks like they've never seen the world.

After reorganizing the troops, Lear counted and found a total of 470 wandering Wetland Lizard-men.

Adding the current 140, the total directly reached—610!

Multiplied several times!

Feeling comfortable.

These are all organized combat forces!

With a good mood, Lear didn't hesitate and ordered a return to the territory.

Today was a perfect ending, achieving everything desired.

Next is to digest these spoils.

No more accidents on the way back, arriving at the territory around four in the afternoon.

A few working Barbarians saw the commotion and turned curiously.

Seeing the crowd, their breath paused, complex expressions rising in their eyes.

Wetland Lizard-men?!

The Lord actually brought back so many Wetland Lizard-men!!

This will greatly enhance Weilu City's strength.

Then they looked up at the Mire Wasps covering the sky, expressions growing more subtle.

How long has it been... the first building of this territory hasn't even been completed, yet its military strength has already grown so drastically.

Barbarian leader Azaken took a deep breath.

Lear told him before that in two months, Weilu City would be different and could trade with their territory.

At that time, he still harbored doubts, mostly disbelief.

But after witnessing Weilu City's rapid growth, his doubts have long vanished.

Now, he worries... at such a growth rate, will the Barbarians even qualify to trade with them in a few months?

This kind of thought would have been impossible ten days ago.

But having witnessed Weilu City's terrifying strength growth, worry is inevitable.

There is also some relief, luckily the territory is not close to the swamp, and he genuinely wants to trade with them... not establishing a hostile relationship.

Bain hurried forward to greet the crowd.

"Sir!"

The tone held unspeakable excitement.

It was clear that those Wetland Lizard-men mixed with their warriors would become the new guardians of Weilu City!

Previously mourning the fallen warriors, now they've been replenished several times over!

"Bain, immediately arrange for meals while distributing temporary accommodations to the Wetland Lizard-men."

"The armor of the fallen warriors, restore it briefly and it's ready for use."

"Yes! I'll get to it right away!"

With hundreds more people, it's hundreds more mouths.

Must arrange properly.

Bain's heart immediately felt heavier, needing to speed up the cultivation of the fields.

The newly arrived Wetland Lizard-men entered the territory curiously, looking around.

But seeing the territory only has one vine-woven building brought some disappointment.

Although the building was grand and occupied a shocking area, the surroundings were flat.

It's obvious this is just a fledgling territory.

The Wetland Lizard-man leader, along with several companions, moved to one side. Their expressed disappointment in the chat was overheard by several working Barbarians.

They weren't happy.

Azaken strode forward, blocking their path.

He looked unkindly at the Wetland Lizard-man leader.

"Do you know how long Weilu City has been established?"

The few Wetland Lizard-men were confused, unclear of the Barbarian's purpose.

"Is there a problem?"

Azaken said sternly.

"If I remember correctly... 11 days."

"11 days ago, the Lord established Weilu City here."

"He brought only two squadrons of Wetland Lizardman Warriors and over a hundred Mud Swamp People into the swamp."

He gestured toward the unfinished City Hall ahead.

"This building, already reaching a height of 15 meters, was constructed over these past ten days."

He pointed to the sky.

"The Mire Wasps that can easily kill you ten times over were also enslaved just a few days ago."

"The twelve Level 9 Treants over there..."

"The Level 11 Two-headed Giant Chief, Lord Aite..."

"The slumbering Mire Queen Bee..."

"In this brief time, the Lord has also cultivated 2 Stars of Magic Life Dragonblood Fish, 1 Star of Magic Life Three-tailed Pig, and reclaimed thousands of acres of farmland!"

As he spoke, his tone grew increasingly dissatisfied.

"Weilu City is not something you can disdain."

"Just wait, in less than a month, you will tremble in awe of the Lord's greatness, and the extraordinary nature of this territory!"

Without waiting for a reaction from the Wetland Lizard-men, he snorted coldly and strode away.

The few of them exchanged glances.

They were inexplicably reprimanded, still unsure of where the problem lay.

The Wetland Lizardman leader regained his composure, with a subtle look in his eyes.

This territory, is it really so extraordinary? To earn such admiration from subordinates, it doesn't allow for any slander.

While pondering, he looked at the armored Wetland Lizard-man who led the way and voiced his innermost doubts.

Compared to those brutish Barbarians, he preferred to trust a fellow companion.

"The Barbarians are not members of Weilu City. They are from another tribe, here for trade."

The armored Wetland Lizard-man replied softly.

"Then why does he defend this territory so fervently?"

The Wetland Lizardman leader was confused.

"Because they speak the truth, and even conservatively at that."

The Wetland Lizardman Warrior held his head high.

"We are able to join Weilu City and gain the Sovereign's favor, truly a blessing from the gods."

"Just wait, it won't be long before you willingly offer everything to the Sovereign, even sacrificing yourself for the Sovereign..."

"Sacrifice oneself?!"

"Yes, because that is an honor!"

The Wetland Lizardman Warrior's gaze had a touch of longing.

Which warrior doesn't long to be personally laid to rest by the Sovereign, with Swamp Boggarts scattering flowers and singing, being buried in the Land of Heroic Spirits under the gaze of numerous eyes?!

The Wetland Lizardman leader fell completely silent, realizing he seemed unable to comprehend this territory at all...

After Bain led the people away, Lear also returned to the tent with Haggs, gesturing with the newly acquired parchment.

"This parchment conceals the secret technique for cultivating Cold-blooded Cavalry."

"Soak it in blood, and you can acquire it."

The Wetland Lizard-man hero's face immediately showed excitement.

The status of Cold-blooded Cavalry among Lizard-men was akin to Griffin Knights among humans.

This was their legendary unit, irreplaceably significant.

He took a deep breath and solemnly received the ancient parchment.

Without hesitation, he directly cut his palm with his claws.

Blood dripped, instantly dyeing the parchment red, spotted like plum blossoms.

The blood was quickly absorbed, then spread out until the entire parchment was soaked in blood.

At that moment, the surrounding magic power surged, rushing towards the parchment.

The parchment acted like a black hole, voraciously devouring all magic power.

Creating a small magic power tide around it.

After absorbing a vast amount of magic power, the parchment emitted a unique aura.

The blood soaking it seemed to come alive, suddenly floating in midair, gradually forming twisted and bizarre inscriptions with Lizard-man characteristics.

As if guided by something, they surged into Hagg's forehead, disappearing without a trace.

Once all the inscriptions dissolved, the surrounding magic power slowly dissipated, and the parchment's bloody hue quietly faded, leaving only its original yellowed appearance.

Lear intently watched the vacant-eyed Wetland Lizard-man hero and asked in a deep voice.

"Well?!"

Haggs suddenly snapped back, his face breaking into a huge smile.

"My lord!!! It truly is the training secret for Cold-blooded Cavalry!!"

"I've mastered it!!"

"We can start training right now!!"

3 Stars potential, a unit reaching Level 11 is within reach!

Lear's smile broadened instantly, and he inquired firmly.

"What conditions are needed for training?"

"We need to capture small lizards living in the swamp and feed them with secret techniques and flesh to grow them into Fierce Wild Lizards standing two meters tall!"

Haggs' tone grew more enthusiastic.

"Then, the Wetland Lizard-men must use their own blood as a guide to merge their souls with the Fierce Wild Lizards, uniting them into One, ultimately transforming into Cold-blooded Cavalry!"

"Sovereign, the life of the Cold-blooded Cavalry is shared, the lizard mount and the Wetland Lizardman Warrior are born as one! Life and death as one!"

He spoke with continuous emotion.

"No wonder they are so powerful..."

"I can't wait anymore!"

Lear's smile was unstoppable, could an 11th-level 3 Stars unit be weak?

"How do we capture those little lizards?"

"My lord, using flesh as bait, with some slight maneuvering, they can be lured out quite easily... The only difficulty is that cultivating Fierce Wild Lizards requires feeding them a large amount of flesh."

Flesh?

Lear thought of the Three-tailed Pig and then the Horn of Fertility in his hand.

He laughed heartily.

Given some time, perhaps he would lack nothing more than flesh.

Indeed, farming is the path to true power.

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