Chapter 75 Huge Harvest - Level 11, Cold-blooded Cavalry
The next day, when the sky was bright and he could barely see his fingers clearly with his hand, Lear had already gotten up and summoned the army.
At noon on August 17, a group of wandering wetland lizardmen will pass by 20 kilometers away from the west. These wetland lizardmen hold the forbidden secret recipe for cultivating the lizardmen's unique military type - the cold-blooded cavalry.
Intelligence value - 2 stars.
Today's information is timely. If you miss it, you may not be able to find traces of the other party.
The 20-kilometer journey is not short in the swamp, so if you start early, you will have plenty of room for preparation.
After the army gathered together, they immediately set off, and the black swamp wasps filled the sky.
The march was very fast, covering more than ten kilometers in just two hours.
The sky was bright, the sun on the horizon was dim, and the clouds gradually became brighter.
Suddenly a group of swamp wasps returned from the front, their wings roared, and a wave of emotions flooded into my mind - the enemy was found ahead!
These flying lifeforms have gradually replaced the wetland lizardmen and become the main scouts.
Lear's eyes narrowed, and he immediately gathered his troops and went to investigate.
After walking forward for several hundred meters, the pace gradually slowed down. I carefully pushed aside the leaves in front of me, and a group of very strange beings appeared in my sight.
The body is tall and strong, with very rough gray skin, and circles of fat drooping down from the body surface, forming accumulations like swimming rings on the body.
It has small eyes, a wide, square-like mouth, and short and stout limbs.
Silt Hippopotamus, level 6, potential 2 stars.
At this moment, these forty or so mud hippo people were gathering together, raising their stubby hands in the mud and shouting something crazy.
Each one holds a piece of bone in his hand.
Crazy look.
Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo!
After a series of shouts, suddenly, a dark light emitted from the bones in his hand.
It was like a demon sticking its head out from the abyss, and the air was filled with an evil aura that sent chills down the spine.
Cover everyone.
next moment.
The evil force poured into the muddy hippo man's body, and the aura on his body became crazy.
His eyes suddenly became ferocious, and the aura exuding from his body became dark.
The word "Evil God Sacrifice" suddenly appeared in Lear's mind.
Living in the bottomless abyss and unknown dimensional planes, the evil gods who control the power of evil paths are always peeping at the rich and abundant main plane.
Even big cities that are tightly controlled by the church will inevitably be infiltrated.
There is no wilderness where the church is entrenched, and it is an area where followers of the evil god densely appear.
In the wilderness where the law of the jungle prevails, you must have enough strength to survive.
But unfortunately, most people are just the hunted.
The evil god who always peeks at the main plane can directly give power to his followers, and respond to the prayers of believers in a timely manner, which can satisfy almost all the desires of believers.
Although the price is - corruption and degradation.
But, if there is no hope of even living, then isn’t depravity a new life? !
Lear could faintly feel the evil aura coming from the void, looking at each other from afar, extremely far away.
It was a look from an unknown place far away from the main plane.
In an instant, the mud hippo people's sacrifice was completed, and a new status bar appeared on their panel.
Fall progress: 20%.
The evil gaze also disappeared at this moment.
As long as they continue to perform sacrifices, these hippo people will soon become completely depraved.
He was a little curious, what would it look like if he completely degenerated?
However, if you dare to have a relationship with the evil god, it is impossible to let them survive.
He raised his right hand and waved it slightly.
"Aite, leave two alive, the others, life or death."
The two-headed ogre chief next to him suddenly tightened his grip on the thick mace in his hand, and charged forward with a grin.
The silt hippo man is still immersed in the excitement of being watched by the evil god.
Seeing the two-headed ogre chief suddenly rushing out of the woods, he was shocked at first, and then furious.
Bastard, how dare you interrupt them from worshiping the true God!
The seven or eight people at the front rushed forward angrily. When they saw the mace coming, they raised their hands to catch it.
The two-headed ogre chief felt humiliated when he saw this. The muscles in his arms bulged high, and his strength exploded again.
Bang~
The mace hit the opponent's grasped palm, and it shattered instantly, leaving blood and flesh.
Without losing strength, he smashed into the opponent's head, causing the bones and flesh to burst instantly and splash all over the sky.
Followers of evil gods?
Even the descendants of the evil god must die!
The two-headed ogre chief, who is nearly three meters tall and has a level of up to 11, looks like a god of war!
The four small teams of silt hippos were like children facing a rampaging rhinoceros, unable to stop them at all.
The mace makes a whirring sound that breaks the air. If it touches it, it will die. If it touches it, it will be disabled.
In the end, he smashed all 4 teams of silt hippos alive by himself!
His body was covered in blood and mud, and he looked like a demon crawling out of the swamp.
Lear watched this scene silently.
Since enslaving the other party, I have never really understood the combat power of this ogre.
Seeing that the situation was calm, I felt confident.
Unlike the wetland lizardmen who possess both skill and strength, the two-headed ogre chief relies more on surging brute force to crush the enemy.
But his height of nearly 3 meters also gives him the confidence.
This is a ferocious hero, suitable for charging forward and tearing apart the enemy's formation.
After making an accurate assessment, Lear waved his hand and asked the wetland lizardmen to clean up the battlefield and collect the remaining limbs.
Soon a few silt hippopotamus people who were still breathing were brought over.
Plop~ He was thrown directly into the muddy water, in a miserable state.
Lear looked at these pig-like fat beings that were over two meters tall and was about to speak.
The eyes of the mud hippopotamus suddenly filled with black mist.
"My God is eternal!"
"Those who blaspheme will surely have their souls burned by our god, and will be enslaved and trampled for the rest of their lives!"
The moment the roar fell, his body trembled, and the breath of life suddenly disappeared like a blown out candle.
None survived.
Lear swallowed the words in his mouth again and frowned slightly.
Are these the followers of the evil god?
I secretly warned in my heart that if we meet again in the future, we will either be destroyed by the power of thunder, or we will have to use the swamp banshee to enchant the soul.
Never use common sense to infer.
The army continued to search, but unfortunately, no valuable loot was found, and the bones held by the silt hippopotamus people during their sacrifices were just ordinary bones.
The final harvest is these strong hippopotamus bodies, plus vigilance against the followers of the evil god.
After all, I make a little profit.
After the corpse was gathered up, Bubblemon immediately blew out the bubbles and put them inside.
These are the food to be fed to the flesh-and-blood slaughterer.
Lear looked at the bubbles floating off the ground and smiled with satisfaction.
These little guys are really useful.
During battle, it can provide long-range support, when ambushing, it can create traps, and when the battle is over, it can also act as a porter, carrying a large amount of loot.
Almost perfect.
He is now looking forward to the scene after all the bubble beasts hatch in two months.
Perhaps, if we continue to develop in the future, we can establish a heavy artillery support unit?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, the scene of being bombarded by hundreds of bubble bombs every minute makes me feel emotional just thinking about it.
At that time, let Doniya produce more black-spotted blood worm powder, and while burning the poisonous mist, store it and load it into the bubble bomb.
The bubbles not only have magic damage, but also poison damage.
A small battle ended and the army moved on.
Next, we encountered two more gathering places for wild monsters, but both had a size of about ten or twenty people, and their levels were only four or five.
There was no challenge at all, so I pushed straight through and gained dozens of additional corpses.
Rushing at great speed, when the time reached 11 o'clock, Lear looked at the flashing dots on the magic map and waved the army to stop.
arrive!
His eyes became sharp.
"Haggis, disperse the wetland lizardmen and maintain the highest level of alert in this area."
"A group of wandering swamp lizardmen will be passing through here today."
"Weilu City needs to attract new warriors!"
"In addition, in their hands, they control the secret method of cold-blooded cavalry."
The wetland lizard hero's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes flashed with excitement.
The secret method of the cold-blooded cavalry? !
He knew that what the Lord said was never false!
Praise the Lord! !
“As you wish, great master!”
Lear smiled and asked the other party to go down and make arrangements. Looking at this sparse jungle, his eyes reflected everything in the swamp.
He was already used to the wetland lizardmen. These warriors who knew no pain and were brave and fearless had all their merits.
The only drawback is that the quantity is too small.
The six teams that died last time hunting the half-murlocs made him still feel heartbroken.
I just hope that there are enough wetland lizardmen coming this time.
Mire Hornets are no substitute for a warrior who fights head-on.
These assassins with high attack power and low health are too prone to large-scale losses, and are more effective as a strategic force to suppress the bottom of the box.
After the swamp lizardmen dispersed, the swamp wasps also dispersed to be on guard.
The detection efficiency of flying life forms is obviously more than one level higher than that of terrestrial life forms.
But what was somewhat unexpected was that half an hour later, the first news came from the wetland lizard people.
They heard the sound warning from the outside wetland lizard people, and they were coming in this direction. .
Lear took a deep breath, his emotions rising.
There was no hesitation at the moment, and he immediately summoned the troops to go. About twenty minutes later, they came to a muddy area with low vegetation and only knee-high trees.
The mud below is so soft that if ordinary people step on it, it will easily sink.
But the wetland lizard man stood firmly on his flippers.
Looking around, there are three to four hundred wetland lizardmen.
It has thick scales as big as a palm, a thick tail, sharp claws, and is 1.7 meters tall.
The lizard head on its neck is ferocious and ferocious, and its amber eyes exude cold murderous intent.
These are a group of ferocious beasts and crazy warriors.
Standing in front of them were two teams of Weilou City warriors wearing heavy armor.
In comparison, the warrior whose level has been upgraded to level 7 is much higher than the opponent.
Coupled with the equipment on his body, he looked even more majestic.
The two are like a contrast between civilization and barbarism.
The two sides faced each other not far away, and at the same time they were talking quickly in lizard language.
After Lear arrived, the eyes of the foreign wetland lizardmen immediately became wary.
The tone of both parties talking in front also became vicious.
But before they could make any move.
Suddenly my vision dimmed.
He looked up subconsciously.
Countless, ferocious black and yellow wasps gathered in the sky, covering the entire sky.
The buzzing sound of wings pierced the eardrums.
I couldn't help but be surprised.
But it wasn't over yet. Behind the human, wetland lizard warriors wearing heavy armor and holding steel knives appeared one after another.
Seeing this scene, the wandering wetland lizard man was in a commotion again, his eyes wary, alert, worried and envious all at the same time.
A bright, standard full set of metal armor.
This is equipment they can only dream about.
Now, everyone has these strange kin, and they also have steel knives!
Dear God of the Lizardmen, were those steel knives forged by dwarves? Why does it look so sharp?
I feel like my mouth is drooling.
Why are my own people so luxurious, just because they have taken refuge in that human being?
Looking at Lear again, his eyes immediately became subtle.
If the other party is willing to use their own kind, is it possible to use them as well?
In the conversation with the other party just now, I could hear the full sense of superiority.
No, that’s not right, they are lizard people, how can they take refuge with humans? But their own kind can do it, why can’t they?
Countless thoughts trembled in my mind.
When the atmosphere became tense, a strong figure approached from the side.
"dominate."
Lear looked at Haggis and said slowly.
"Go and negotiate with the other party to see if you can let them join Weilu City."
Courtesy first, then attack. If the opponent has a strong will to resist, then you can only cripple them first and then talk about other things.
The wetland lizard man hero, who was nearly two meters tall, immediately strode forward.
When he came to the confrontation area, he glanced around and scolded him mercilessly in lizard language.
What surprised Lear was that the wandering swamp lizardmen didn't respond.
Hagus's saliva sprayed all over their faces, but he still endured it.
Just let him be scolded.
This was not the attitude just now.
Later, Haggis was still not relieved and rushed directly into the opponent's formation and began to reprimand loudly.
It's like a grandpa training his grandson.
The scene looks quite weird.
Not long after, Hagus came over with a lizardman leader who was shorter than him.
"Lord, I have taken over them, and they are all willing to join Weilu City"
ah?
Is this the end?
Lear looked at the wetland lizard man leader behind him who looked aggrieved, and he was still a little uneasy.
Are you a god or am I a god? Why does my little brother kowtow to you when he sees you?
He had prepared so much and concentrated all his strength, preparing to defeat them and then enslave them. In the end, he was scolded by you and was honest?
Seeing Lear's doubts, Hagus said softly.
"Lord, the superiors in our clan have direct jurisdiction over the inferiors."
"There are no heroes among them."
He was also a little proud as he said that his power was also given by the Lord!
So, just because the opponent has no heroes, you just take over them?
Is it so sloppy?
The corner of Lear's mouth twitched, he was used to looking at these lives from a human perspective, and he didn't change his mind for a while.
Later, after Haggis explained it, I understood.
The wetland lizard people have a unique and strict distribution of upper and lower classes. Those with strong strength automatically become the upper class, and those with weak strength are the lower class.
Once you determine your identity class, you will immediately enter this system.
The superior has absolute control over the inferior.
This is a trait engraved in the souls of the wetland lizardfolk.
In this way, once a battle occurs, the strongest force can be gathered instantly, and there will be no situation where there is no one to command.
This is a rule derived from survival.
Lear was amazed when he heard this. This is unimaginable among humans.
All troubles can be solved by status and strength alone. Those great nobles who were murdered by their subordinates and the kings who were killed by nobles would never appear at all.
Looking at the dark heads in front of me, I felt very good.
"Where did you come from and how many of you are there now?"
The leader of the wetland lizardmen beside Hags whispered.
"We have been wandering in the wilderness, looking for habitat. There are now more than 400 people."
Wandering without a place to stay is the daily life of many wilderness races.
When Hagus heard this, his eyes softened. He also lived this kind of life before he took refuge in the Lord.
But now, he has found his faith and pursuit.
"Do you have a secret method for cultivating cold-blooded cavalry?"
The leader of the wetland lizardmen was stunned and said hesitantly.
"The secret method of the cold-blooded cavalry? No. I don't know any secret method."
The cold-blooded cavalry is the trump card among the lizardmen. How can he have such a thing?
No? !
Lear frowned slightly.
Just when he was about to speak, the other party suddenly patted his head.
He took out a tattered and yellowed parchment roll from his arms.
"I got this from the tribe elder before, but I can't understand that this is what you are talking about?"
Lear looked attentively.
The properties panel comes to mind.
The Forbidden Secrets of the Lizardmen
[Level]: Special
[Characteristics]: After the lizard man soaks all the secrets with blood, he can automatically control the secrets. Other races cannot obtain them. This secret method can cultivate level 11 lizards with a potential of 3 stars. Human arms - cold-blooded cavalry.
[Evaluation]: The untold secret of the lizard people.
Lear's mood instantly became extremely excited!
Cold-blooded Cavalry, 3-star potential, level 11! !
Adding the more than 400 wandering wetland lizardmen, he had a total of five to six hundred.
If they were all transformed into cold-blooded cavalry, they would definitely be a ferocious force that no one could ignore!
Hahaha. This damn thing is going to take off! !
(End of this chapter)