No matter what kind of thoughts might arise in the mind of a certain carpenter who is good at firing cannons after seeing the "Gutaf United Kingdom's tractor," the Lizardmen of the Southwest Swamp certainly don't have any ideas of wasting this steel monster.
The old chieftain Tartak stood on the edge of the tribal camp on a slightly raised hill, his cloudy eyes wide open, and his wrinkled chin almost dropping to the ground.
He seemed like a statue weathered for thousands of years, staring blankly at the bustling scene below, as if he'd forgotten to breathe.
In just one day, this lifeless swamp had completely transformed.
Just the day after the merman tyrant named Kun Jia died, Campbell's construction team pressed the path connecting the Southwest Swamp to the outside world into a straight dirt road, and the massive construction team surged in like a tidal wave.
