Soon, the wetland lizardmen finished harvesting all the venom sacs and piled up the corpses as well.
It piled up into a towering spider mountain.
Each one lay on its back, its belly facing upwards, its hairy bodies looking particularly ferocious.
Lear's eyes flickered slightly.
The Wetland Lizardman Warrior has reached its 2-star potential, which is the maximum and cannot be improved further.
However, the level is still 7, while the level cap for a 2-star potential is 9.
If we compare potential to a container, then strength is the water inside the container. Once it reaches a certain level, it will be full and no more water can be added.
The grade is like the markings on a bottle, letting people know how much water is inside.
If you want to hold more water, you have to widen the container.
The container can no longer be expanded, but water can still be added to the bottle.
A thought crossed my mind.
He mobilized his divine power to transform the spider's corpse into life energy, which then flowed into the wetland lizardman's body.
The aura of these fierce warriors rose again.
An upgrade progress bar appeared after the level – 35%.
Compared to increasing potential, increasing level requires significantly less life energy.
Lear felt much better.
Continue the search.
The search lasted for two hours, but they were unable to find any trace of the owner of the three-toed footprint.
Lear suppressed his emotions, consulted the magic map, and arrived at a point 20 kilometers to the north.
Locations where the stinking giant monster might appear.
On the 15th, the buildings occupied by the other side will be revealed. Take advantage of this time to explore the surrounding area.
There is a grassland about 100 meters wide in this area, with obvious traces on it.
If you look closely, you can see the clues above: there are fewer traces of activity on the four sides, and the most concentrated ones in the center.
Normally, I probably wouldn't pay attention to these things.
However, with reliable information, it's easy to deduce the location of the stinking giant monster without much thought.
After observing for a moment, Lear suddenly laughed.
Knowing when and where the enemy will appear, and that he will not be disturbed during this process.
What kind of enemy is this?!
These are a bunch of prey waiting to be slaughtered!
His gaze fell on the poison sac in the wetland lizardman's hand.
"Hags, do you know of any other highly poisonous plants in the swamp?"
"Ideally, the damage could be caused by fumigation."
The actions of the wetland lizardmen completely opened his mind; if he couldn't win in terms of raw power, he would compensate with other methods.
Information asymmetry is a natural advantage.
The best strategy is to use their strengths to attack their weaknesses.
Haggs got really into it at this point.
"My Lord, the poisonous plants and insects growing in the swamp are extremely diverse; I know of at least twenty kinds. However, apart from the red-spotted spider, I haven't tried using poison mist to corrode any other species."
Lear nodded.
"We'll collect some later and try them out one by one when we get back."
There are still a few days left, so it's not too late.
"yes!"
Haggs immediately relayed the message, instructing the wetland lizardmen to keep an eye out for poisonous insects and plants.
The area where the stinking giant monster resides is devoid of life, but one can occasionally see piles of gnawed bones.
This area is their hunting ground.
After thoroughly exploring the terrain, Lear had a better understanding of the situation.
I glanced at the sky; it was already afternoon. It was a 20-kilometer journey, and I wouldn't be back in the territory until dark.
Today's harvest was quite good, so I didn't linger any longer and headed straight back to my territory.
Before sunset, as the setting sun painted the clouds red, I stepped back into the city of Slight Dew.
The Vine Fairy is cultivating the Starry Vine, while the Swamp People are tidying up the land. Up, a group of people have also gathered at the fish farm in the north, and down, the Swamp People who were cultivating farmland in the south have just returned.
Everyone is busy.
Upon seeing Lear return, Bain, covered in sweat and mud, immediately came out from the fish farm.
After bowing, immediately report the progress.
"Sir, the fish farm has been divided into four small fish ponds, where the dragon blood red fish are evenly distributed and raised."
"We prepared grass, meat, earthworms and other fish food and started trying to feed them."
"But the dragon blood red fish is quite frightened and has not yet started eating."
Lear nodded.
"Very good. Take good care of them. They may become an important specialty of ours in the future."
If the Dragonblood Red Fish can be raised, it could become an inexhaustible gold mine.
Bain thumped his chest and shouted.
"My lord, rest assured! I will definitely complete the mission!"
Lear nodded slightly and continued.
"Are the barbarians making any moves today?"
They were not taken on today's hunt.
Bain shook his head.
"I divided the barbarians into several groups, cleared farmland, separated fishing grounds, and leveled the land."
"They also had people secretly monitoring the situation, but they didn't see anything unusual."
Lear is very interested in the barbarian territories, but the city of Weilu is not yet developed enough to discuss trade.
For now, these guys will be kept under house arrest.
But we can't just keep them around for nothing; they are strong laborers, and it would be a waste not to let them work.
Right now, we're short-handed, and the swamp people aren't as strong as these men.
Let's talk about it after a few months of cow-raising.
He's reluctant to let them go now.
"Sir, we are short-handed right now. It would be great if we could capture some slaves."
Bain was somewhat moved.
The territory has nothing; everything needs to be built and cultivated. The wetland lizardmen are responsible for guarding the area and cannot participate in production.
The swamp people are the main workforce, but there are too many things to do, and these hundred or so people simply can't handle it all.
Lear nodded.
That certainly needs to be considered, but we need to find the right person first.
With the divine power of the gods at their disposal, there's no need to worry about loyalty.
But there don't seem to be many creatures in the swamp that are suitable for enslavement.
He looked down on races like merfolk, which reeked of fish, and they were not suitable for him.
Similar to the swamp people and wetland lizard people, they are more in line with the positioning and future development of Wei Lu City.
Thinking about this gives me a headache.
A completely empty territory, lacking everything.
We'll just have to keep an eye on it later.
"Put this matter aside for now," Lear told Bane about the stenchy giant monster, and concluded.
Do you know what highly poisonous creatures might be found in the swamp?
Having witnessed Lear's many wonders, the swamp hero's emotions were no longer so turbulent.
It wasn't strange at all that he knew about the ruins hidden in the void.
How could he possibly imagine the abilities of an adult?
He said with a hint of thought.
"Highly poisonous substances are plentiful in swamps; I know of at least twenty kinds!"
"But creating toxic fumes with smoke is something we'll have to try."
"My lord, I'll have my men collect the poisonous flowers, plants, and insects along with the Black Dragon Broadleaf Grass!"
Lear said in a deep voice.
"If we can set up an ambush beforehand, they will all be prey waiting to be slaughtered!"
"On the 20th, the Stinking Giant's structure will disappear again."
"We'll have to wait until next month to hunt again."
He always felt a sense of urgency.
Swamps are not safe, and it is necessary to clear away these dangers as much as possible.
The stinking giant is too close to the City of Slight Dew; once it appears, it will surely discover the City of Slight Dew.
Nobody knows what will happen then.
Danger must be nipped in the bud!
"yes!"
After communicating for a while longer, Bain finally left; he had a lot to do and couldn't stop.
Lear then turned and went to the central area.
At this moment, the vine fairy who has given birth to her baby is happily weaving through the vines, accelerating the growth of the starry vines.
Weave these resilient plants together.
From the outside, a building seven or eight meters high appears to be growing vigorously upwards.
A diameter of 200 meters is not noticeable on flat ground, but now that it is taking shape, it immediately gives a sense of grandeur.
Although it won't be topped out until around the 20th at this pace, it is already showing its initial promise.
And this building is alive!
The only pity is that the babies born by the vine fairies take half a year to hatch. Otherwise, if forty or fifty vine fairies were working at the same time, the construction speed would be incredible!
He was somewhat looking forward to this moment.
The next day, August 13th, was two days before the next intelligence update and the appearance of the Stinking Giant.
Lear woke up in the morning, quickly washed up, and then summoned his army to go hunting.
As the army was gathering, Bain, with his messy hair and a solemn expression, stepped forward.
"Good day, my lord."
After bowing with his hands on his chest, he said in a deep voice.
"Last night, one of the swamp dwellers who was clearing farmland did not return."
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Have you sent people to search for them?"
"I sent someone there urgently this morning before dawn, but the message just came back that they still haven't found any trace of them."
Lear's tone hardened.
What's the reason?
"My lord, the companions who returned with us yesterday said that they heard the courtship songs of the swamp people at sunset."
"The boy's expression was a bit off at the time, but he was stopped by his elders. When he returned, he fell behind and only found that he had disappeared when he got back to the territory."
"I thought he would come back by himself that night, but there was no sign of him until late at night."
Bain's tone became serious.
"My lord, the swamp people's courtship songs are not for this season. November is the season for the swamp people to breed and mate."
"There's clearly something wrong with this."