After these two encounters, everyone's vigilance was heightened to the maximum.
Lear continued to assign more personnel, with as many as five teams of Wetland Lizard-men scouting ahead.
Wetland Lizard-men are naturally creatures of the swamp, and navigating the swamp is instinctual for them.
After encountering the flying dragon, the path forward became smooth.
Unexpectedly, there were no obstructions along the way.
This unusual scene made Lear frown a little.
Bain seemed to sense his mood, and this Mud Swamp People Hero spoke softly.
"Sir, this two-legged flying dragon has extremely pure blood, it's probably an old dragon above Level 15!"
"Its Dragon's Might is no less than that of an ordinary adult giant dragon, causing great intimidation and alarm wherever it passes."
"The swamp creatures in this area are likely hiding at this moment or have temporarily fled from here."
"But at most half a day, they will gradually return... We need to hurry on our way."
Lear nodded and curiously glanced at this Mud Swamp People Hero with algae-green eyes.
"You are familiar with two-legged flying dragons?"
Bain's eyes showed a touch of reminiscence, nodding, then shaking his head.
"We once obtained a baby two-legged flying dragon... initially intended to raise it."
"But the resources it required were too much, and we had to reluctantly give it up in the end."
His gaze was full of bitterness.
Who could understand the frustration and helplessness of having a treasure but lacking the strength to control it?
To obtain such a good treasure?
Lucky indeed, but unfortunately lacking strength.
Lear patted his shoulder.
"The future will have everything..."
Without saying more, he urged the team to quicken their pace.
Trying to reach their destination before the residual might of the two-legged flying dragon dissipated.
With the order given, everyone put their efforts into traveling, and the speed increased sharply.
Turn after turn, forked roads, muddy roads, grassy mounds, dense forests... various complex terrains appeared before their eyes.
But everyone was amazed to find that Lear could always choose the correct route.
Never getting lost or needing to turn back.
As if he had the ability to foresee the future.
Bain watched from behind, his gaze becoming increasingly fervent.
Sir, surely he is the chosen one favored by the Divine Spirit!
Continuously traveling, the sun gradually set in the west, and after crossing a muddy grassy road.
The view suddenly widened.
Ahead was a low grassland barely reaching the ankles, very spacious, with the horizon visible when looking far.
In the center were a few sparsely growing trees.
The green grass rose about a meter above the water surface, and the swamp mud water slowly flowed around.
The lush, vibrant scene gave off a sense of peace and serenity.
They had arrived!
Everyone was exhilarated at this moment.
Over twenty days, a thousand kilometers, traveling day and night, they finally reached their territory, their future home!
While everyone was excited, Haggs approached Lear with a serious face.
Warily indicating the sparse ten-plus trees ahead that were over 15 meters tall with dense canopies.
"Master... those are not trees, they are swamp treants."
Lear's gaze slightly concentrated as he raised his head to look.
The gray tree trunks were rugged and uneven, covered with large patches of moss.
The thick branches and green leaves swayed in the wind, occasionally dropping some wilted leaves.
At first glance, there seemed to be nothing unusual, but upon extending his senses, he immediately felt these large trees burning with vigorous life like a furnace.
Swamp Treants
[Level]:Level 9
[Potential]:3 Stars (Level cap 12)
[Racial Talent]:Child of the Earth, rooted in the earth, increasing defense by 50% and continuously absorbing the Power of the Earth to recover.
[Skills]:Root Binding (2 Stars) Using roots to bind enemies, with paralysis traits.
Branch Whip (2 Stars) Wielding branches to whip enemies, dealing an additional 40% damage.
[Evaluation]:Swamp Treants possess strong combat power, but cannot move until reaching Level 10.
3 Star Potential, Level 9 Swamp Treants!
"Sovereign, please give your order."
Haggs' gaze was filled with determination.
As long as Lear gave the order, he would lead the charge!
Whether in front were treants or a giant dragon.
Lear slowly shook his head.
Although only three levels higher than the Wetland Lizard-men, their combat power was more than double that of the Wetland Lizard-men!!
Going head-on would be too costly.
"No need for that... Follow me with your men."
He spoke and stepped forward slowly.
When he was about 50 meters away, Lear stopped,
Gazing at those giant trees over 15 meters tall.
A total of 12.
Swamp Treants have a fatal flaw... inability to move.
Although they lack mobility, they exchange it for abnormal standing power.
In the absence of long-range methods, trying to uproot these 12 swamp treants would undoubtedly require a hefty price.
Fighting with a treant... the branches of the opponent, thicker than a steering wheel, would likely crush a wetland lizard-man to pieces.
Noticing the arrival of outsiders, the large trees ahead rustled their branches.
A shower of leaves fell, revealing ugly faces on the thick, moss-covered gray trunks.
Their mouths opened, emitting a sound as deep as distant thunder.
"Outsider, this is not where you should be... leave immediately."
The ancient treant language.
An advanced language, conveying meaning directly without knowing the words.
It directly transmits information to the spirit.
Lear gazed at the foremost treant, but before he could speak, Haggs was already enraged.
"Outsider?"
"Treant, this is the Sovereign's domain!"
"You should kneel and worship!"
The usually slow-moving treants were immediately angered by these words.
The faces on the trunks twisted slightly, about to unleash curses.
Suddenly, they felt an indescribable, overwhelming pressure emanating from the human youth in front of them.
Fear crept onto their faces.
Divine Remnant, this divine skill ensures eternal subservience and prevents betrayal from subordinates.
However, the premise is... the opponent is in poor condition and unable to escape, forced to endure the divine authority.
If the opponent is free and in good condition, it might even provoke them.
Even a divine spirit descending would encounter numerous rebels.
Expecting to sweep across the swamp with mere pressure is unrealistic.
Truly powerful is still one's own strength.
But at present, the situation is different... the swamp treants cannot move.
They must endure the Swamp Divine Format's dignity.
Even if it is a broken divine format, even if the authority has not yet been activated.
Yet a divine spirit remains a divine spirit, beyond mortal resistance.
While the opponent can move and escape the region, unaffected by divine power, the swamp treants... must endure it all!
The 12 swamp treants immediately felt their souls trembling, wanting to prostrate and bow before the figure in front of them.
The figure seemed to be the sovereign of their souls, a supremely majestic presence.
"No! You demon! You won't enslave our souls!"
The swamp treants immediately went mad.
Crack~
The earth suddenly shattered, countless root tendrils like steel whips tore through the ground, wildly thrashing like enraged dragons.
Bang~ Bang~
The roots lashed the ground, sending splinters of mud and grass flying everywhere.
This terrifying scene failed to change Lear's expression, who continued observing the treants with calm indifference.
To enslave the opponent, one must completely subjugate them...
At this moment, the opportunity was special.
The thirty-meter range was covered by the swamp treant roots.
Lear stood fifty meters away, out of harm's reach.
Spiritual power continuously infused into the ethereal blue divine format, unleashing even stronger divine power.
The surging pressure, stronger than even the dragon's might of a two-legged flying dragon.
Unhindered, it engulfed the souls of the swamp treants.
Inner unwillingness and anger slightly abated under pressure, their souls gradually adapting to submission and servitude.
This alarmed the swamp treants.
They began to plead loudly.
But Lear paid no heed, maintaining the divine power.
"Submit or be destroyed!"
The soul felt as if gripped by a massive hand, creaking under the strain.
But the treants refused to yield.
"No!! Demon, you will never enslave us!"
"Never!!"
In staunch resistance, after a stalemate of half an hour... the life flames of these stubborn treants began to dim.
Lear's face turned pale; sustaining divine power for such a long time was a huge drain on him.
But this was about endurance, whoever couldn't hold out would lose.
But now, the initiative lay with him, time, place, and people... all in his favor.
What do you have to fight me with?!
The foremost treant felt its soul already marked by large cracks, the desire to submit reached its peak, and the last bits of defiance were ground away in weakness.
The branches slowly drooped, and the face on the trunk showed a hint of fear.
"Great Sovereign, master of the swamp... I am willing to submit to you."
With one treant submitting, in an instant the remaining 11 treants, long unable to hold out, also bowed their heads.
They obeyed soul and bloodline...
Lear felt the respectful obedience coming from their souls, his spiritual power surged forth, easily leaving a mark on their souls.
The pressure dissipated, and his pale face regained some color.
A slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
The eagle... was tamed!
These 12 treants instantly became the first guards of the territory.
The original disadvantage instantly turned into an advantage!