The cavemen kept climbing up from the mud pit, continuing for over twenty minutes before stopping.

Looking around, people stood densely all around, numbering over 300!

Lear was delighted to see this.

300 people meant 300 units of labor!

And they were naturally suited for excavation, innately blessed for mining.

All treasures, gathered.

Scanning the crowd, he immediately noticed one caveman taller and stronger than the rest.

As he stared at him, the caveman's attribute panel appeared in his mind.

Unexpectedly, this was a hero unit.

His level was also at Level 3.

His hero talent was quite interesting—

Caveman Specialization—when leading cavemen, all cavemen's stamina recovery speeds increase by 30%, and excavation speed by 20%.

This is simply perfect!

If they weren't used for mining, it would truly be a waste of talent!

As Lear pondered, he looked at the caveman hero.

Spiritual power surged over, and with a somewhat pale face, he branded a mark in his soul.

The soul strength of a Level 3 caveman hero was not even comparable to a Wetland Lizardman Warrior.

But nevertheless, branding the other still felt like an overwhelming task.

His eyes were a bit dizzy.

It took quite a while to recover.

Taking a deep breath, he waved for the Swamp Boggart to stop.

The song ceased, and the cavemen with glazed eyes then slowly awoke one by one.

But the next moment, they felt a chill throughout their body, fear consuming them.

Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw hundreds of fierce Lizard-men looking at them coldly.

Those brutal, emotionless cold eyes, like a hunting wolf pack.

Many cavemen couldn't withstand the pressure, uncontrollably collapsing to the ground.

Some trembled and directly knelt down, bowing, their heads touching the ground, postures utterly humble.

"Please spare us..."

"Honorable sir, I am willing to serve you, please don't kill me..."

"Merciful and great being, my life is worthless, I beg you to forgive our sins..."

"..."

Pleading voices rose and fell in succession.

The fear in their words was unmistakable.

So timid?

Lear twitched slightly at the mouth, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't need these cavemen as warriors; their cowardice made them easier to control. If they were as stubborn as the Lizard-men, fearless, that would be troublesome.

As he pondered, he looked at the caveman hero, whose forehead was covered in sweat, his face anxious.

Sensing his gaze, the hero immediately kneeled, voice determined.

"Great Sovereign, I heed your command..."

"All the cavemen are willing to serve you!"

Lear nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, I like dealing with smart people."

Saying this, he stared at the caveman hero.

"Tell me your name."

The other slightly raised his head and said loudly.

"Toen, at your service!"

"Toen? ... Stand up, come here, I have questions for you."

The caveman hero carefully stood up and quickly approached.

"Great Sovereign, please command."

Lear gestured to the ground beneath.

"I need to mine the iron ore beneath your feet, can you do it?"

The caveman hero nodded.

"Master, excavation is our talent!"

"No matter how hard the ore, it can't withstand our sharp claws!"

There was a hint of pride in his tone.

Lear glanced at his particularly robust arms and those somewhat uniquely shaped claws made for digging.

He smiled with satisfaction.

That's how it should be.

Thinking for a moment, he continued.

"What do you usually eat?"

The distance to Weilu City wasn't close; sustaining them with territorial resources would be challenging.

It would be best if they, like the Deltha, could rely on plant roots for food, carrying their provisions, needing no concern from him.

Toen immediately replied.

"Underground, there are many insects, and some unique subterranean plants..."

"And no one competes with us for them!"

His tone was quite enthusiastic.

Lear found it amusing; because underground competition was low, they burrowed, didn't they... this seems like opening a new path, right?

Evolutionary theory.

"Can this area sustain all the cavemen?"

"Yes, just one or two hours of hunting a day is enough."

Lear's mood improved considerably.

If they could sustain themselves, he wouldn't need to provide logistics.

This would save a lot of effort and resources.

"How much ore can you mine each day?"

"We've tried digging holes before to build nests inside; although the iron ore is hard, each of us can mine at least 300 kilograms a day!"

Lear had never mined before; without comparisons, he didn't know if this was a lot or a little.

But with their numbers over 300, at 300 kilograms per person a day, they'd produce 90,000 kilograms, which is—90 tons of ore a day?!

This number should be quite good.

He'd ask Bain when he returns; the Mud Swamp People hero should know.

"Toen, can you control your people?"

"Great Sovereign, half of them are my offspring, they absolutely obey orders!"

Half are your offspring?

Lear glanced at the vast mass of cavemen.

He twitched at the mouth again.

Quite prolific, aren't you?

"Good, I appoint you as the chief executive officer of Weilu City's mines. Lead the cavemen to mine iron ore."

"Pile the extracted ore on the surface; I will come to transport it once a week."

Thinking, he waved his hand, and a dozen Mire Wasps descended from the sky.

"These are Mire Wasps; weave a cage later to keep them enclosed with insects."

"If you encounter danger, release them; they will return to report."

"I will lead the army to rescue you!"

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