These beings, known as the Delsa, have extremely thick legs on their lower bodies, twice the size of those of ordinary people.
He looks strong and powerful.
Its feet have large webbed feet, allowing it to walk easily in swamps.
Its upper body is covered with thick gray feathers, like a falcon.
The skull is a normal human skull.
It bears some resemblance to the legendary harpy.
Delsa people
[Level]: Level 1
[Potential]: Half a star (Level cap: 3)
[Racial Talent]: Strong and powerful, naturally strong and powerful.
[Skill]: Super Endurance (1 star) Possesses super endurance, and the speed of stamina recovery is greatly increased.
[Evaluation]: Delsa people are physically strong, but they are timid by nature, and even ordinary farmers can drive them away with pitchforks.
Potential – Half a star?
Lear felt he had learned something new.
I thought 1 star was the lowest potential, but I didn't expect it to have half a star of potential.
This race is quite something.
However, his talents and skills are quite interesting. He is strong and powerful with super endurance, and his personality is timid and cowardly, which is somewhat similar to the swamp man.
"Awaken them, and ask where they came from."
The wetland lizardman stepped forward and slapped him twice across the face.
The moment the Delsa people on the ground awoke, they saw dozens of heavily armored lizardman warriors coldly watching them.
An overwhelming sense of fear rose within them.
One of them sizzled—I felt a warm sensation coming from my pants, and a large wet patch appeared.
"Your Excellency, we beg you not to kill us! We have no hostility or threat towards you."
His legs trembled, and his voice was filled with unspeakable terror, as if he were about to be scared to death.
This cowardly appearance made even the wetland lizardman warriors frown.
As warriors, they despise such weak and lowly lives.
Even in death, one should die with one's head held high, dying on the path of charging forward.
Begging for mercy? Hmph, even if you ripped out their hearts and chopped off their heads, they wouldn't appear on their bodies!
"What is your relationship with the Slime Clan?"
Upon hearing the question, the Delsa man who hadn't wet his pants hurriedly replied.
"Last month, we sought refuge with the adults of the Slime Clan."
The half-fish people have always been at the bottom of the food chain in the swamp.
These Delsa people actually defected to the other side?
Is this some kind of turtle looking at mung beans?
What is your purpose in coming here?
"I can't speak," the Delsa man said weakly.
"My lord, we have come to deliver a message and offer food to the leaders of the Slime Clan."
"Pass on a message?"
"Yes, we have found the traces of the Cyclops that the adults of the Slime Clan asked us to find."
Lear became interested.
Cyclops?
"Why did the Slime Clan send you to find the Cyclops?"
Cyclops are unique to swamps and possess some of the blood of ancient giants. They are almost all over six meters tall.
It is as tall as a two-story building, and looks like a small mountain to an ordinary person.
Physically powerful, possessing extraordinary strength.
It was once even a heavy weapon used by the swamp tribe for sieges.
With an average level exceeding 12, they are extremely ferocious.
It appears in many legends.
However, with the decline of the swamp tribe, their numbers have decreased significantly.
"The Delsa man hesitated."
"I overheard the chief saying that the merfolk had discovered an ancient ruin."
"The magic circle inscribed on the gate of the ruins has lost its power and cannot be opened; it can only be pushed open by pure force."
"In the swamp, only a 6-meter-tall Cyclops possesses such power."
"The adults of the Slime Clan seem to have a way of enslaving their opponents."
Lear nodded.
Even a genuine deity, with only a wisp of remnant soul remaining, possesses extraordinary abilities.
It's not surprising that a level 12 life form could be enslaved.
Where is the Cyclops?
"They seem to have been recruited by the Dark Naga."
Another Dark Naga?
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
The Delsa man noticed his confusion and said in a trembling voice.
"Not far from here, there is a valley shrouded in darkness all day long, where a group of cruel dark naga live."
"These dark naga are led by a powerful naga hero."
"Those Naga recruited us some time ago, but they were saved by the adults of the Slime Clan."
Lear's gaze narrowed slightly.
"How strong are they?"
"It's unclear; we can't investigate further."
The Delsa man's voice trembled as he spoke of this.
They are shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see their true nature.
"Anyone who gets close to them will be devoured."
"That Naga hero even enjoys devouring souls to maintain her beauty."
He swallowed hard, his tone growing increasingly fearful.
"No one can get near them. No one!"
"If it weren't for the intervention of the Slime Clan's leaders, we might have been wiped out."
"That Cyclops, I don't know why he's allied with the Dark Naga."
Are those Dark Naga really that strong?
Lear seemed to be deep in thought.
I have a keen sense that something must be hidden here.
After regaining his senses, he took out the magic map.
With a surge of spiritual energy, the muddy swamp area on the map instantly magnified and was revealed to the Delsa people.
Point to the spot in the middle that is flashing.
"This is where we are, and this is the direction from which the sun rises."
Where are those Dark Naga?
Looking at the amazing map, the feathered Delsa man was filled with amazement.
If they had had such a map, they wouldn't have encountered so many dangers.
After carefully examining the map and comparing it with the sun in the sky, I determined the location and then tried clicking on it on the map.
"It's probably around here."
Lear roughly estimated that it was only about ten kilometers away from where they were.
The swamp has complex terrain; every two or three kilometers can be a completely different world.
Moreover, its unique ecology and abundant biodiversity make it easy to support a small tribe.
They inquired for a while longer, but the Delsa people only had a superficial understanding of the Dark Naga and did not provide any more valuable information.
We put away the map and changed the subject.
"How many people are there in your tribe?"
"More than 500."
"More than 500?!"
I just asked casually, I didn't expect it to have so many implications.
Delsa's heart was filled with unease.
"Yes, sir, there would have been even more people, but there are too many dangers outside."
As the bottom of the food chain, these creatures with only half a star of potential face an extremely difficult survival challenge in the swamp.
How far is your gathering place from here?
"It's in that direction. It's about an hour's drive away."
One hour. Very close.
Lear looked at the Delsa people as if they were looking at some kind of treasure.
If it were 30 or 50 people, it wouldn't be a problem, but 500 people, that's going to be a disaster. What does the City of Slight Dew lack right now?
manpower!
If we could enslave all 500-plus Delsa people, it would directly solve the most pressing problem right now!
The strange gaze made the two Delsa people feel inexplicably guilty, and they quickly lowered their heads, afraid that this human might drag them out and kill them if he was unhappy.
Lear waved for Hagus to keep an eye on the two men and have them lead the way once the wetland lizardmen had finished their search.
He glanced again at the flesh butcher, enveloped in bubbles and fast asleep.
Although the price paid this time was not small, the gains were even more substantial.