Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System - Chapter 704 - 300: Bountiful Harvest

At present, there are 5 pieces of high-value intelligence from Refresh No. 1, and two have not been completed. The first is 4-star intelligence – trading with the Dark Night Elf God.

The second is 5-star intelligence – a Divine Fragment is with a group of exiles from the Beastman Empire. They will move to the hills 320 kilometers west of the Mire Swamp on May 9th and stay there briefly for 3 days.

The Divine Fragment can accelerate the transformation of the Two-headed Ogre into the Swamp Divine Race and even allow it to level up!

This will be a matter of life and death.

The initial transformation into the Swamp Divine Race is fast but gradually slows down later.

Based on the current progress, it is uncertain how long it will take.

Lear has been anticipating this for a long time. Now that he can finally get definite intelligence, he can’t afford to miss it.

First, secure this item, and then worry about everything else.

It’s not an issue if there’s a delay dealing with the Dark Night Elf God.

Upon returning to the swamp, he immediately ordered his troops to transport the demon’s corpse back.

At dawn, he started assigning new tasks.

The Three-leaf Hardwood, which can produce 4-star arrows, is located 500 kilometers southeast of the swamp.

kilometers southwest, there is a group of fugitive Wetland Lizard-men.

The Fray people who escaped the control of the Gray Dwarves are 470 kilometers to the west.

Lear first assigned Haggs to bring back the Wetland Lizard-men, and since the journey was long and inconvenient, he arranged for two squads of Bubble Beasts to accompany him.

Lear dispatched the Fray Chieftain Bulin to the enslaved Fray people, along with 7 Great Demons and a squad of Bubble Beasts.

As for the harvesting of Three-leaf Hardwood, it’s evidently not something that can be accomplished in a short time.

Additionally, Obsidian is also needed, but it must be postponed; deal with the other intelligence first before organizing these two resources.

Haggs mounted the Mechanical Flying Dragon and departed immediately. The Great Demons, along with the Fray chieftain, also left the swamp.

After arranging all of this, Lear didn’t take a break. Along with Kalanis, Tulos, and Betina, he set off directly for the region where the beastmen had stopped.

Currently, two pieces of Divine Fragment are still scattered outside—one in the hands of the beastmen, the other learned of when he seized authority, controlled by the people of the Frost Empire.

He can only vaguely sense the general direction, quite far from the Wilderness.

He has carved his own path, and the necessity of retrieving the Divine Fragment has significantly diminished; he’d treat it as treasure now, without the rush.

However, something so close can’t be missed.

With a slight perception, he could sense the location of the Divine Fragment, and immediately sped off.

Two hours later, Lear and his party stopped above a low hill, looking out into the distance.

The cold wind howled past, creeping into collars and cuffs, cutting like knives.

This hill was already covered in snow and ice; the view was crystalline, reflecting a distant, lonely light.

There were many signs of life activity above.

Following those traces, they flew into the hills and within ten minutes saw the figures of a beastman legion.

These fierce creatures were all wrapped in animal skins, trudging with difficulty through the icy, snowy landscape.

As far as the eye could see, there were six or seven thousand of them, all burly and strong, with an average height of two meters, making them absolute giants in human realms.

The warm breath from their march formed a thin mist that vanished in a blink.

Lear, who didn’t conceal his presence, was immediately noticed by the beastmen below, each of them suddenly raising their heads, spotting their position.

Feeling the unrestrained pressure of an upper extraordinary being, chaos ensued.

However, as a ground force, these beastmen had no aerial means to confront them, and could only feign aggression, baring their teeth.

Lear initially intended to directly eliminate them, but seeing the strong physique of the beastmen, he developed some interest… isn’t there a mine not yet exploited?

Killing them just like that would be a bit wasteful.

As he contemplated this, he flew with a few others to the front area, seeking out the backbone of this beastman army.

At this moment, a beastman commander, his face covered with scars, watched the few descending from the sky.

Fear, anxiety, vigilance, despair—his eyes overflowed with complexity.

“Who are you people? What is your purpose?”

At the last word, a rumbling stomach broke the menacing aura, casting a shadow of embarrassment on his face.

Lear noticed this, expanded his sensory perception, and found himself slightly surprised.

This beastman army appeared fierce, but their aura was weak. Many were in poor status, barely standing, needing companions to support them.

Their faces were sallow, obviously having not eaten for a while.

The beastmen had not been living well lately. With the fall of the Beastman God, the integration of the dimension plane, the collapse of the Underworld, extreme cold weather, and other compounded factors, the Beastman Empire had collapsed.

As a result, the beastmen, previously under protection, had become stray dogs, forcing many to flee their original habitats.

Now these beastmen were only a small part.

The cold weather significantly reduced food, becoming the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Upon hearing this, Betina’s eyes shifted slightly.

“Your Majesty, the beastmen are very strong and well-suited for mining veins.”

“This beastman group is already exhausted; recruiting them shouldn’t be too difficult. What do you think…”

Lear glanced at the short-haired warrior, smiling.

As expected of the chieftain looking to lead the barbarians to rise; she’s thinking along the same lines as me.