The Vine Fairy planted starry vines at a total of 60 points, covering an area with a diameter of 200 meters.
Thanks to the efforts of these little guys, by sunset, the newly planted vines had grown to about the height of a person.
Each tree has twenty or thirty tender branches.
Full of vitality.
As night falls, scattered starlight illuminates the skirt of the goddess of the night.
The starry vines are even more dazzling and dreamlike.
Under the starry night, the vine fairy, who had been busy all day, became even more active.
They emit a unique glow, like tiny light bulbs, weaving back and forth among the vines.
Wherever it passed, the speed at which the surrounding starlight condensed increased dramatically.
The starry vines that were planted today are starting to grow at an even faster rate.
Bain watched with great excitement.
If building houses is this easy, then all the wildest ideas in his mind could definitely come true!
Praise the goddess!
By dawn, as the stars gradually faded, the star-studded vines had grown to over two meters tall.
The number of vines increased to forty or fifty, and the new branches grew to be as thick as a thumb.
This only took a day and a night.
On the morning of August 7th, Lear woke up to find a large patch of vines growing in front of him.
The outline of the first building in the city of Wei Lu can be faintly seen.
With a diameter exceeding 200 meters, and continuing to grow upwards, it is an absolutely magnificent and awe-inspiring building.
This is purely grown from vines, a completely different concept from modern, cold concrete buildings.
Ah, that feels so good.
After resting yesterday, Lear didn't stay in his territory to watch the vine fairies build houses today.
Summon the wetland lizardman warriors.
Looking at the two squadrons in front of him, fierce warriors in full armor, he nodded in satisfaction.
"Hags, leave five squads to guard the territory, the rest of you come with me to continue exploring the swamp."
The dragon's remaining power has dissipated, but since yesterday afternoon, unknown roars have been constantly penetrating the swamp.
You can clearly feel that this wetland is becoming more lively.
Danger is building up.
He needed to quickly ascertain the surrounding environment.
The wetland lizardmen heroes should hold their heads high.
"As you wish, Lord!"
Lear said no more, leaving Bain and five squads of wetland lizardmen, plus 12 level 9 swamp treants, to guard the base.
The presence of the swamp treants is key to why this grassland hasn't been taken over by other swamp creatures.
The inability to move is a fatal flaw, but in return, it grants an exceptional ability to stand and fight, making it a formidable opponent that most swamp creatures dare not challenge.
Safety is guaranteed.
The stenchy giant monster and the two-headed ogre have both appeared in this area; today's target is these two monsters.
At the same time, we must maximize the potential of the wetland lizardman; he needs greater power.
In the wilderness, level 6 is still too ordinary.
Stepping into the murky mud and water, treading on haystacks, we searched northwards towards the city of Wei Lu.
Three small teams of wetland lizardmen acted as scouts, working in pairs to explore ahead and prevent danger.
Lear led 12 squads to provide cover from the rear.
With the divine nature of the swamp, the swamp is his home ground.
The damp environment did not restrict his movements; on the contrary, it made him feel quite comfortable. In fact, the speed at which his internal magic circulated was more than ten times faster than when he was outside, which was quite exaggerated.
Less than ten minutes after leaving the territory, a warning suddenly came from ahead.
A low growl, inconspicuous in the swamp, but this inconspicuous yet penetrating roar is the lizardmen's way of communicating.
Even in swamps, the transmission distance can reach two kilometers.
Bee pheromones, ant antennae—every life form has its own way of transmitting information and surviving.
Wetland lizardmen are better suited to swamps.
Haggs's eyes lit up with excitement.
"My Lord, an enemy has been spotted ahead that can be hunted!"
If faced with an insurmountable danger, the roar of the wetland lizardmen will be a different sound altogether.
Lear nodded and ordered the army to speed up their march.
Before long, we entered a patch of grass that was over two meters tall, with blades that were as sharp as saws.
The armored swamp lizardmen protected Lear and silently slipped inside.
Two lizardmen, who had spotted the enemy, were already waiting there.
He reported to Lear immediately upon meeting him.
"My Lord, there is a group of corrupted orcs lurking outside the bushes! Their level is around 6."
"Moreover, these corrupted orcs seem to have been attacked, and many of them are injured."
Corrupted Orcs?
Lear's eyes flickered slightly, signaling the other party to lead the way.
After walking about a hundred meters through the towering grass, the wetland lizardman who was leading the way pointed ahead and then gently parted the grass in front of him.
Lear peered through the crack, and his vision suddenly opened up.
Within this patch of grass, there is a dry, hard clearing overgrown with weeds.
There were fifty or sixty figures inside.
It has a blue face and fangs, emerald green eyes, no hair on its head, and its skin is covered with large patches of moss.
She was wearing a gray animal skin skirt, which smelled of mud and decaying plants.
They were all tall, almost all over 1.8 meters, with bulging muscles, like bodybuilders, exuding a sense of power.
However, most of them had red and swollen wounds on their bodies.
It felt like being bitten by some ferocious insect.
Some of the bright red swellings were even larger than fists, and seven or eight lifeless corpses were placed around the edges.
The top of it also had large, swollen lumps the size of fists.
It's quite creepy.
The wounded, corrupted orcs were emitting low, painful howls, making the scene even more gruesome.
Corrupted Orcs
[Level]: 6
[Potential]: 1 star
[Racial Talent]: Berserk. After being severely injured, the individual enters a berserk state, increasing all attributes by 40% and decreasing sanity by 70%.
[Skill]: Roar (1 star) After roaring, strength is increased by 20% for 5 minutes.
Rage (1 star): Unleashes full power, increasing the power of the next attack by 30%.
[Evaluation]: The orcs who live in the swamp are ferocious by nature.
Level 6 monster.
Lear looked at the two lizardmen, his voice low.
"Are these the only orcs they have?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, there are only these corrupt orcs around here."
Lear nodded, his sharp gaze fixed on the wetland lizardman hero—
"Hags, you lead the team. Wipe them out!"
Haggs' amber pupils instantly turned ferocious.
"Your will is supreme!"
The gaze of the ruler is the direction they will move in!
With a wave of his hand, the surrounding troops silently and quickly converged at the edge of the bushes.
A moment of thorough preparation.
"kill!"
With a roar, the wetland lizardman warrior wolf pounced on the corrupt orc, whose morale was low and who had been severely wounded by an unknown creature.
The corrupt orcs never expected a sneak attack, and being severely injured, they didn't even have any warning.
By the time they realized what was happening, the wetland lizardman warriors' steel blades were already stained with blood.
In the center, an exceptionally burly orc stared wide-eyed in disbelief!
Damn bastard!!
A frantic roar.
"Enemy attack!! Counterattack! Counterattack!!"
The rotting orcs rose in panic and hastily launched a counterattack against the wetland lizardmen.
The weapon in his hand was a sharpened wooden stick, a homemade spiked club.
The fully armed wetland lizardmen not only have an absolute advantage in equipment, but their morale is also high, they are in top condition, and their numbers are several times greater.
The moment the two clashed, the crippled, corrupt orc was instantly torn apart.
More than ten people were killed.
A corrupt orc with a knife in its chest roared, its eyes suddenly turning bloodshot, and its aura surged.
His gaze was unfocused, his reason gone, and his eyes filled with madness.
Berserk.
But the next second, the wetland lizardman's gaze turned cold as he sensed the enemy's movement.
Whew~
Seven or eight steel knives were violently swung, tearing exaggerated bloodstains into the flesh with a splattering sound.
The berserk orc was killed by the combined forces before he could unleash his full power.
The wetland lizardman warriors, wielding steel blades, are pure killing machines! They give their enemies no chance to retaliate!
With a surprise attack, superior numbers, high morale, and excellent condition, the corrupt orcs, who were already in poor condition, were reduced to only two small squads struggling to hold on after just three minutes of fighting.
Their numerical advantage has widened further; even in berserk mode, they can't stop the steel blade!
Haggs looked at the most ferocious corrupt orc leader at the forefront.
With a sinister laugh, crimson flames erupted from his body as he pounced forward.
The corrupt orc leader sensed danger, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot as he prepared to retaliate.
But the power of heroes is unparalleled.
Brutal (2 stars): When damaged or launching an attack, the character becomes extremely brutal, with all attributes increased by 30%. The character is fearless of pain and will fight to the death against enemies.
Berserker (2-star): After tasting the flavor of blood, the size increases by 20% and the strength increases by 40%.
The combined attributes of the two skills, plus the increased health, allowed the steel blade to cleave through.
In his berserk state, the opponent's rationality dropped to the point that he actually tried to grab the steel knife with his bare hand!
Pfft~
His hand was severed, and blood spurted out.
Hargus pressed his advantage relentlessly, and with a swift turn of his blade, *splat* a massive head flew into the air.
Thump! The headless corpse and the head fell to the ground at the same time.
Corrupt orc leader, die!
With the strongest resistance annihilated, the remaining corrupt orcs immediately collapsed, and not a single one remained standing under the onslaught of steel blades.
This sudden battle lasted no more than five minutes from start to finish.
Lear stared indifferently at the orc corpses scattered all over the ground.
To establish territory in the wilderness, only steel blades and blood will suffice!
The battle ended, and the wetland lizardmen began skillfully gathering the corpses.
Before long, Haggs and his men brought two dying orcs to him.
The large, red, swollen bump on his face, the size of a fist, was more noticeable than any wounds on his body.
"Sir, we've found two survivors."
Upon seeing this, Lear immediately became curious: how did these orcs come to look like this?