The sun sets late.
Lear and his party of several hundred men returned to their territory only after it had completely darkened.
Bane, the swamp hero, immediately came to meet him.
They stared in amazement at the Delsa man carrying a large bunch of roots on his back.
"Sir, who are these Delsa people?"
Lear said softly.
"They are new members of the city of Weilu."
"You arrange for someone to arrange accommodations for them."
Bain's face lit up with immense surprise.
A new member of the City of Slight Dew?!
so much?!
"Sir, how many of these Delsa people are there?"
Lear extended his five fingers.
"Over 500!"
Bain grinned and burst into laughter.
That's fantastic!
500 people!
The work I'm currently doing has already been done by someone else!
Hahaha!!
I haven't been having any headaches about the labor shortage these past few days.
Without people, no work can be carried out.
It's so great to have so much more labor!
Moreover, the Delsa people are known for their docility and obedience, and their timidity is even more excessive than that of the swamp people.
Once he sets it up, there will be absolutely no resistance!
"I'll arrange it right away!"
He excitedly turned to leave.
Lear waved his hand to stop him.
He gestured to the troops behind him, his tone turning somber.
"In this battle, six squads of wetland lizardmen warriors were killed."
Bain's smile froze abruptly, and his gaze turned serious.
Six squads?!
This was an unprecedented and significant loss for the city of Weilu, whose military strength was not strong.
His tone was somewhat dry and incredulous.
"Those merfolk are that powerful?"
Lear shook his head.
"An ordinary half-fish could be easily defeated with one hand, but this time is different."
"What is that?"
Bain was puzzled. If it wasn't a half-fish, who else could have caused such great damage?
"The Half-Fish God"
Lear said slowly.
"The long-fallen merfolk god has awakened and is in direct conflict with us."
Bain's heart skipped a beat.
A half-fish god?!
He swallowed unconsciously, his lips trembling.
"By the goddess above."
Gods are a magnificent existence that mortals cannot fathom or even imagine.
They exist only in myths and legends; the mere appearance of the other party is enough to be attributed to a miracle!
Such ultimate life forms, even if they have perished for millions of years, can possess unparalleled power once they awaken.
It's something that ordinary people can't even dream of!
How lucky we were to only lose 6 squads in the conflict with the gods!
"Thank goodness the swamp god has returned!"
Bain was terrified.
He couldn't imagine what would happen to this newly established territory if something were to happen to Lear.
He hesitated for a moment as he spoke.
"My lord, what about the half-fish god?"
Lear gestures to the bubble-loaded, transforming flesh-and-blood butcher.
Speak slowly.
"I have destroyed the remnant soul of the half-fish god."
"I obtained a wisp of divinity from it and integrated it into this flesh-and-blood butcher."
"As long as we continue to nourish it with blood and flesh, there is a chance that divine life can be conceived."
Bain stared blankly at the flesh-and-blood butcher, and said tremblingly.
"You...you annihilated the remnant soul of the half-fish god. And...you even extracted its divinity?!"
It might even give rise to a divine being in the future?!
He felt as if he had heard some unbelievable myths!
That's a god!
Even if it has been asleep for countless years and has just awakened, it is still a god!
The idea that mortals could kill gods only exists in mythology.
Now, it's right here, alive and well?!
When his gaze fell upon Lear, it had turned into a near-irrational fanaticism.
This is their ruler, the ruler who led them to expand their territory in the wilderness!
Praise be to the goddess!!
They traded several squads of wetland lizardmen for a divine life, and then strangled the remnant soul of the god.
What kind of loss is this?
This is like trading rubble for a mountain of gold, and weeds for mithril!
Lear nodded, but there wasn't much joy on his face at the moment.
He turned to look at the fallen wetland lizardmen.
"These fallen warriors are all heroes of my city of Weilu."
"You designate an area as the Tomb of Heroes, where all fallen soldiers will be buried in the Tomb of Heroes."
"Once the city hall is completed, we will also build a Hall of Heroes to commemorate all the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the city of Weilu."
"From now on, even if Death does not claim their souls, they can be stored in Valhalla and revered by the residents of Weilu City for all eternity."
Bain's body trembled, and his gaze changed again.
He said in a hoarse voice.
"grown ups."
I wanted to say something, but found that any words would be pale and powerless.
As far as he knew, only the royal families of human empires built Valhalla.
But those who remember it are all top-tier figures with illustrious reputations.
How could an ordinary soldier possibly be qualified to enter Valhalla?!
But now, anyone who sacrifices for the city of Weilu will be remembered.
What an honor this is for a warrior!
From now on, sacrifice will be glorious and great!
One can imagine that, given time, the city that is beginning to emerge will possess the most powerful, insane, and ferocious warriors!
Bain went down to make the arrangements with great excitement.
This swamp hero has effectively become the current Chief Administrative Officer.
He basically handles all the big and small government affairs.
But he is meticulous, down-to-earth, and has strong execution skills, which earns him Lear's trust.
The wetland lizardman warrior's body was placed in a corner of the territory, and Lear set aside the burial date for tomorrow morning.
After discussion, the location of the Tomb of the Heroes was determined to be 3 kilometers east of the City of Slight Dew.
There is a dry and flat area here.
At the same time, they left themselves a backup plan, letting the Vine Fairy plant the vines first.
As the territory expands in the future, the vines can be used to move the tombs of the fallen heroes outwards.
The Delsa people were placed next to the swamp people.
No houses have been built on the territory yet, and the so-called resettlement can only allow them to rest in the open space.
Everything else can wait until the city hall is built.
The Delsa people had nothing to say; these creatures were too cowardly, and the only solution was to kill them outright.
Otherwise, as long as they are alive and have food to eat, they can accept their fate.
The strong rule their destiny, while the weak submit to it. Whether strong or weak, everyone has their own way of surviving.
The roots that the Delsa people brought were gathered together and piled up into a small hill.
The amount of food rations for more than 500 people for a month is quite substantial.
However, even if you run out, you can continue digging in that area, so there's no need to worry.
These lives are quite easy to raise.
After finishing all this, it was late at night, and Lear felt a bit tired; he had encountered too many things today.
After a quick wash, I prepared to patrol the territory before resting.
Arriving at the west side, the large bubble controlled by Bubble Beast is still filtering the water.
Under the starry sky, the water ripples, creating shimmering waves of starlight.
A gentle breeze blows, making it cool and comfortable.
He walked over, patted the bubble beast's little head, and praised it.
Leaving behind a little guy who was so happy he was grinning from ear to ear.
Walking to the north, the fish farm comes into view.
There's also a bubble beast guarding the fishpond to prevent accidents.
This area was divided into several fish ponds, where 2-star Dragonblood Red Fish swam like water sprites.
Its blood-red body was particularly striking.
The long mustache beside his mouth resembled the whiskers of a dragon.
It is almost as long as a body.
As it swims, it exudes an indescribable elegance and grace.
Over the past two days, we've tried almost every food imaginable: bread, insects, offal, grass, wild fruits, but the dragon blood red fish still hasn't taken a bite.
The matter of raising them still needs to be figured out gradually.
Returning to the center, the Vine Fairy continued to draw upon the power of the stars, accelerating the growth of the starry vines.
These little guys are like tiny light bulbs, emitting light that illuminates the surrounding area for dozens of meters.
Combined with the twinkling starlight of the starry vines, it gives people a hazy and beautiful feeling.
Without disturbing them, I watched for a while and then prepared to go back to rest.
But as soon as he took a step, he caught a strange glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.
Beneath another starry vine, a slightly thin swamp dweller, bathed in the light emanating from the vine fairy, held a yellowed book bound in parchment and gazed intently at it.
His earnest expression resembled that of a devout believer worshipping their god.
This is?
Curious, I stepped forward and came to the other person's side, only to find that this was the swamp man who had been bewitched by the swamp nymph.
"Hano".
The sound startled the young swamp dweller from his reverie.
The other person looked up abruptly, and upon seeing that it was Lear, his face was filled with respect and fervor.
He quickly stood up, put his hand to his chest, and bowed deeply.
"Good night, my lord."
Good night.
Li Er nodded slightly.
"Why are you still reading here so late?"
Hanno paused for a moment, then nervously gripped the book in his hand and said in a low voice.
"Sir, I want to become a hero."
To become a hero?
Lear said with great interest.
"Becoming a hero isn't that simple. Why did you suddenly have this idea?"
Hanno raised his head and looked at him intently.
"Because Lord Bain said that I am too weak now, and only by becoming a hero can I help you."
Lear was stunned, staring blankly at the young swamp man.
My feelings are a bit complicated.
Hanno saw that he didn't speak and his tone became somewhat dejected.
"I begged Lord Bain for a long time before I finally got this book, but I'm too stupid; I haven't understood it even after reading it for a long time."
"They all laughed at me, saying I was dreaming and that I could never become a hero in my life."
"But sir, how will we know if we don't try?"
After speaking, he glanced at Lear again and noticed the subtle expression on his face. He still didn't speak and subconsciously lowered his head.
My mood became increasingly depressed.
My lord, I'm afraid that's what you're thinking too. He's nothing but a nobody from the swamp, he can't even stop the succubus's song, and he can't even read books. How could he possibly become a hero?
A bitter taste filled his mouth. He bowed again, patted his chest, and then silently turned to leave.
But at that moment, a deep voice rang out.
"Raise your head."
The young swamp dweller paused, instinctively looking up to see a pair of deep, dark, and incredibly serious eyes.
"Hano, effort is like filling a narrow-necked water bottle. You won't see the results in a short time, but the bottle will gradually become heavier. Until one day, you will find that your water bottle is heavier than a mountain."
"Everyone's efforts will not be in vain; those who give up halfway will not enjoy the sweetness at the end."
"Also, don't let vulgar ridicule become your stumbling block."
"When others mock you, it's just a way for them to vent their own inferiority and incompetence. They're not as good as you, and they can't work as hard as you to grow. So they resort to mocking you to make you as incompetent and mediocre as they are."
The swamp man felt a heavy pat on his shoulder, and he could feel the force transmitted by the other person.
A surging, powerful force.
"Hano, I believe in you, and I look forward to the day you become a hero."
The young swamp dweller's eyes gradually reddened as he looked into that encouraging gaze.
Make sure you bow your head properly!