Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System - Chapter 585 - 252: Huge Profits! Feels So Good!

Chapter 585: Chapter 252: Huge Profits! Feels So Good!

The surrounding Snake-men finally reacted and began to flee in all directions.

Lear glanced back, there were quite a lot, but today he didn’t bring an army, killing them in dribs and drabs won’t amount to much, he would bring people to their lair another day.

Betina ignored the surroundings, her attention entirely focused on Lear at the moment.

The look in her eyes had completely changed, mixed with reverence, passion, and an indescribable closeness and admiration.

She didn’t expect that she would regain life in this way, when she initially held the determination to die.

Not only did she not perish, but she actually received an enhancement instead.

Lear withdrew his gaze and looked at his newly surrendered subordinate.

The wild aura akin to a beast impressed him greatly, this is the spirit a warrior should have!

“How many Barbarians are left in the city?”

“Master, there are still 5,000…”

Originally, there were seventeen or eighteen thousand, now only a fraction remains.

However, Betina’s morale wasn’t low, nor did she dwell on it.

“For a Barbarian to die on the battlefield is the best ending!”

It’s a tradition since ancient times—when food within the tribe is scarce, warriors would venture on risky hunts, thereby reducing population and acquiring food.

Over time, Barbarians developed a heritage of fearing no death, willing to sacrifice for their comrades.

Though outsiders may view this as sending their kind to die deliberately, it is the optimal way to survive.

Betina resolved to lead the Barbarians to rise, having benefited from such a system countless times in the past.

During her youth, familiar faces would unhesitantly continue the tribe’s legacy.

What reason did she have to refuse becoming the torchbearer?!

Five thousand? That’s not bad.

Lear nodded slightly.

Although there are Two-headed Ogres to rely on, the workforce is enough.

But as he prepares to transform the Two-headed Ogres into the Swamp Divine Race, there will inevitably be vacancies.

One can tell that the strength of the Swamp Divine Race is substantial.

They might bear the responsibility of being the main force.

This group of Barbarians can fill the void left by them.

Coincidentally, Barbarians lack divine protection, he as the Swamp God can naturally become their faith.

Having more followers is certainly good.

“Send the order, have everyone pack their belongings… return to the swamp immediately.”

“After the Underworld collapses, Dimension Planes will merge into the Main Plane, making the situation even more chaotic.”

This intel can’t be gathered by mere interrogation, Betina felt a chill in her heart.

At this trend, even if Lear hadn’t come to save them, they couldn’t hold the territory.

With anxiety came relief, it felt good to have a backer.

“Yes, master!”

“Besides Snake-men, are there other forces nearby?”

“There are quite a few, but none are powerful, mostly tribes of a thousand members, about ten or so…”

The area is really bustling.

“Where are the Vampires?”

“Unclear, those Vampires came with the Snake-men and haven’t been located yet…”

Lear nodded, his gaze growing profound.

It’s necessary to allocate forces to sweep the area.

Eliminate potential threats while harvesting blood energy.

Cold-blooded Cavalry’s advancement requires excessive resources, causing him much headache now.

Speaking thus, he suddenly thought of something, asking.

“Is the relic you mentioned earlier still there?”

When he first came to the Barbarian Territory for trade, the other party mentioned a relic producing 4-star Ore. (Chapter 146)

But back then, intel suggested that one needs at least Level 16 life to survive within.

He was only Level 11 at the time.

“Are you talking about the relic producing 4-star ore?”

Betina’s tone became solemn.

“It has been re-contaminated by the Power of Death, and last month the situation worsened, I dare not venture deeper… it seems it connects to a sinister subplane.”

“I feel the ancient aura reviving… a Demon is whispering.”

Oh?

So special?

“Take me to see it later.”

“Yes!”

Lear finished speaking without delay and waved his hand.

“You go arrange it first, have everyone pack their supplies promptly, depart immediately.”

“As you wish.”

Betina turned to arrange it, soon the city bustled with commotion.

Originally captured by Lear, living in Weilu City for months, finally returning to the Barbarian Territory, Azaken went mad with excitement at the news of moving to Weilu City.

Constantly roaring, commanding everyone to comply with Betina’s orders, and telling anyone he met that Weilu City is the most perfect territory in this world.

He perfectly served as Lear’s mouthpiece.

And not just this time, during this period, Azaken almost tirelessly spread the glorious deeds of Weilu City day and night.

This made most Barbarians not resent the swamp much, even vaguely yearning.

Upon hearing they were going to live in the swamp, pledging allegiance to Weilu City’s Sovereign, their inner resistance was weak.

Most were relieved.

For the past month or two, they endured immense pressure, with nearly all relatives and friends lost.

Prolonged war caused them deep fatigue.

The original defense became numb after repeated deaths, Barbarians never feared death, but this perseverance left them without hope.