Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system.

The war was over. After Lear calmed down, he looked at the goddess of doom who was slowly approaching.

At this moment, he could sense the cold and chilling murderous intent from those deep eyes.

"Sir Lear, the tyrannical monarch has completely turned to the Lord of the Dark Crow. The old crow has been sealed for tens of millions of years, and the hatred in his heart can devour the sun."

"He won't let this go. We need to take the initiative."

His tone was filled with suppressed anger.

The Lord of Dark Crows is powerful, but how dare a small tyrannical monarch act so presumptuously in front of her?
Do you really think her knife is not sharp?
What level is he, worthy of being her enemy?
Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Your Highness, the Lord of the Dark Crows has caused the Dark Crow Disaster in the main plane, and has gathered his subordinates and made enemies everywhere. What exactly does he want to do?"

The goddess of misfortune sneered.

"It's just a trick to mess up fate."

"He messed up the thread of fate?"

Lear was a little surprised.

When the evil gods broke the seal from the underground world, the ancient goblin god told him that his destiny had been disrupted.

"He is not capable of disrupting the fate of others, there is someone else."

The Goddess of Misfortune became very cautious when talking about this topic, as if she didn't want to provoke the mastermind behind the scenes.

"But the fate line is closely related to the crow. His fate has long been locked. It is precisely because of the change in the fate line that he has the opportunity to escape from the cage and revive."

"But now, he has not completely escaped the shackles of fate, so he hopes to completely disrupt the rules."

The goddess of misfortune did not hesitate to answer Lear's doubts directly, and finally said.

"But for a bird in a cage to want to break free is pure fantasy!"

The tone was not without sarcasm.

"And this crow is dreaming of becoming the new God of Creation. How ridiculous! He has been imprisoned for tens of millions of years. Even if the gods are pigs, they will never let him succeed. It's just that those people behind the scenes want to use him to break the current balance."

"Once the time comes, he will still be the first to be executed."

"The Raven Lord thought he was setting up a trap, but his actions were just what others wanted to see or even designed."

Lear's eyes narrowed slightly.

The battle among the gods is indeed dangerous, a game within a game, and full of mystery.

"Your Highness, part of the tyrannical monarch's authority is under the control of my gods. As long as I can see him, I can directly deprive him of his authority!"

The goddess of misfortune glanced at him and nodded slowly.

"Ten days later, I'll call you to kill this worm first!"

The temple in the original plane is her only chance to break through in millions of years.

No one can touch Lear, not even the Lord of the Dark Crows himself!
Moreover, the Longthorn Mountains have obvious geographical advantages. As long as this land is occupied, they will be invincible in the subsequent battle for the original plane.

"Wait for your Highness's call."

The Goddess of Doom nodded and said no more. She glanced at the Angel of Doom floating above the temple, holding a scythe and flapping its blood-red wings.

The next moment, the figure of the Angel of Doom gradually blurred and then disappeared without a trace.

The goddess of misfortune shattered with a snap and turned into a stream of light flying away.

Looking at the other person's disappearing back, Lear pondered for a long time before coming back to his senses.

He let out a long breath and his eyes turned cold.

Ten days!

The blade of the tyrannical monarch, Calanis, has been sharpened. May your neck be strong enough to withstand her attack.

Although the bloody battle of Catanaro has come to an end, the impact of this battle goes far beyond that.

After Lear calmed down, he looked at the demon corpses piled up into hills, as many as thirty of them.

According to rough estimates, the number of these demons exceeds 15!
It can be said that there was a river of blood in the true sense of the word.

In the scarred territory, the busy residents were horrified by the cruelty and horror of the war, but also glad to be part of Catanaro.

I heard that in the Longthorn Mountains, a large number of villagers were devoured by demons, but because they were protected by the vine buildings, the losses were not great, with only a few hundred casualties.

If they had not come to Catanaro, they would also be dead souls under the claws of the devil.

Death is the greatest horror.

In contrast, they now intuitively realized the value of being bathed in God's grace.

A sense of superiority arises spontaneously.

The inner sense of belonging to Catanaro has reached an unprecedented level.

External threats are always the best and fastest channel to internal unity.

After thinking for a moment, Lear looked at the equally shocking remains of the warriors and gave a direct order that a heroic funeral be held in Catanaro early tomorrow morning.

All the soldiers who died in this battle were buried in Valhalla.

And it was adapted into a drama to praise and commend it.

In the future, as long as the City of Dew still exists and as long as the Swamp Cult still exists, there will be people who sing praises and admire the deeds of these heroes day and night.

When the crowd heard this, they felt a little complicated and inexplicably envious.
After this matter was arranged, Lear stared at the mountain of demon body parts with a cold look.

"Take the remains of these demons back to the City of Witness"

More than a hundred thousand demon corpses are definitely a huge fortune.

The order was given, and soon the bubble beasts arrived, using bubbles to load the corpses and transport them back to the swamp.

These demons are subordinates of the tyrannical monarch. They are not eroded by the power of the Dark Crow and can be used to cultivate cold-blooded cavalry.

The three thousand wetland lizardmen that Karanis brought from Loran City had not yet completed their promotion.

The blood and flesh energy contained in the abyss demon is not comparable to that of an ordinary three-tailed pig.

It is more than enough to upgrade this army to level 15.

In this way, the troops that had just been sacrificed could be replenished.

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It won’t be long before the three-tailed pigs can be slaughtered on a large scale, and now we can make plans to recruit the wetland lizardmen.

Because of the lack of flesh and blood before, it would be difficult to cultivate it in a short time even if we got it, so we didn’t spend too much energy searching for it.

It's different now.

The swamp has met the conditions for large-scale military expansion.

The supporting blacksmith shop is also mature, and as long as the army emerges, weapons and equipment can follow.

The Bubble Beast immediately took action, using bubbles to transport a large number of corpses back to the City of Wei Lu.

After the bodies were transported back, Haggs, who got the news, used them to train cold-blooded cavalry immediately.

The rapid growth of the new batch of combat power has made up for some of the losses.

However, this battle also reminded Lear that he could no longer continue to develop as steadily as before.

We need to increase speed and grow as quickly as possible.

Although the original plane isolates the gods and does not allow forces above level 15 to enter.

But those who hold power always have ways of breaking the rules.

We must take control of the Longthorn Mountains as quickly as possible.

Especially ancient humans!
These lives can provide 10 times the power of external faith, and it would be a pity if any one of them was killed.

This time, at least tens of thousands of people died at the hands of the devil!

If this loss were to happen in the main plane, it would take hundreds of thousands of people to make up for it.

This loss was huge. Lear felt pain in his heart just thinking about it.

It is more painful than sacrificing thousands of troops. Troops are easy to produce, but where can you find such high-quality believers?

While thinking, he looked at the night elf hero not far away and gave the order directly.

"Ishani, you lead the team, with a group of a thousand people, to eliminate the remaining demons in the Longthorn Mountains, and at the same time bring back to Catanaro the villagers whose homes were destroyed by the demons."

"Those without temples should also be brought back, and those villages that have temples should not be touched for the time being."

"If you really don't want to leave, don't force it. Mark it down and wait for the Swamp Banshee to deal with it."

Ishani said yes immediately.

"Your will is above all else!"

Without any hesitation, he immediately organized the army and set off.

The army, which had just finished fighting, immediately set off again under the watchful eyes of the residents.

This aroused waves of respect from the residents.

Population is the key to the original plane. In Lear's view, its value is no less than that of the temple.

As long as he can control the more than 300,000 people in the Longthorn Mountains, he will be invincible.

At least it will be impossible for the tyrannical monarch to invade again!

The massive power of faith enables him to raise a powerful army of wetland angels.

Not to mention a lot, as long as there are two or three squadrons, even if more demons attack, it will be useless!
The power of the ultimate troops far exceeds that of ordinary troops.

In the Longthorn Mountains that stretch for hundreds of kilometers, villages are dotted like stars.

These villagers, who used to live a quiet and peaceful life, are now suffering great pain.

The demons destroyed their homes, burned their houses, killed their loved ones, and left everything in ruins.

The Longthorn Mountains are too large, and the army of the City of Wisdom cannot cover the entire area in a short period of time. At this moment, there are still a small number of demons roaming around in it.

These abyss creatures are not very powerful, but they are simply invincible to ordinary villagers.

They caused great damage wherever they passed, but fortunately the number was small and no huge casualties were caused.

When the army from the City of Wisdom arrived, most of them found destroyed villages one after another.

This time, the army was not as gentle as before, and directly conveyed the oracle. The Longthorn Mountains had been invaded by demons. For the safety of everyone, the God of the Swamp personally ordered the villagers to temporarily enter Catanaro and return to their villages after the demons were completely cleared out.

During this time, Catanaro will provide free food and housing, and protect everyone.

The swamp banshees dispersed among the army. After they made the announcement, they did not give the villagers a chance to hesitate. They just hummed a song and took them away.

This practice will only be stopped when encountering villages that are blessed by temples.

During this process, we also encountered four temples whose defense mechanisms were triggered by demons. Angels were already patrolling the sky.

This left the search team speechless, and they were filled with hatred for the devil, so they had no choice but to turn around and move on to the next target.

As a result, a large number of ancient humans began to gather towards Catanaro. If all the villagers in the Longthorn Mountains gathered here, the population here would be at least 250,000 or 260,000.

All of them were converted into believers, equivalent to the population of two to three million in the main plane.

A very large amount of data.

In the busy work, it was late at night before Bubble Beast finally carried back the corpses of more than 100,000 demons.

According to Haggs's feedback, that many corpses would not be needed to breed three thousand wetland lizardmen.

It is expected that all the cold-blooded cavalry will be promoted in three days.

At the same time, Lear also gave orders to start searching for traces of wetland lizardmen in the wilderness.

The two-winged demons took on this task, and two teams formed a group, with 50 groups spreading out.

These level 18 super-class soldiers are fierce enough and are flying units. As long as the enemy is not abnormally powerful, they can deal with it.

We would also like to take this opportunity to talk about whether there are any new changes in the wilderness during the extremely cold weather.

The next day, early in the morning of May 5, Lear, who had not slept all night dealing with various trivial matters, watched the sky brighten again.

After a simple wash, he walked out of Catanaro's city hall with a serious look.

At this moment, residents of the entire city had already gotten up early and were waiting in the wide open space ahead.

Everyone had a solemn expression and sadness in their eyes.

Hero's funeral.

This is the highest etiquette in the City of Weilu, and only heroes who died on the battlefield can enjoy it.

The solemnity and seriousness of this scene has been shown more than once in previous theatrical performances.

At this moment, the drama shines into reality, and the crowd is excited but also extremely serious.

This is not a show, this is a bloody and brutal war happening right under their noses.

In the middle of the crowd, corpses wrapped in vines were placed quietly, and the smell of blood in the air was still strong and choking.

This further added to the sadness in the air.

Li Er climbed up the temporary platform made of vines step by step, glanced around, and his low voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"My people, today is May 5th, a heavy day that must never be forgotten!"

"The warriors who sacrificed before you all died to protect the territory and every resident!"

The tone suddenly became high-pitched.

"These warriors are heroes to each of us, and heroes to the Holy City!"

"Although they are dead, their spirits are immortal, and their deeds will become immortal monuments in Valhalla!"

This was Lear's own voice, and all could feel it, a surge of sacred and inviolable power flowing from the soul.

Their god, the great and immortal swamp god of their faith, came in person to preside over this heroic funeral!
Upon realizing this, many believers were extremely excited.

A fanatic shouted loudly.

"Praise our heroes, but praise the great swamp god even more!"

"It is you, the great swamp god, who is protecting us!"

"Praise you, my God!"

He suddenly knelt down, tears and reverence mixed in his eyes.

This was like the beginning of a curtain raiser. Tens of thousands of people suddenly came to their senses, knelt on the ground like wheat, and saluted Lear with the most respectful and passionate gesture.

"Praise you, my God!"

Lear felt the power of faith gathering like rivers. He took a deep breath and his eyes became more solemn.

"Catanaro will rise from the ashes of blood."

"Our holy city is forged in blood!"

"No one can bully, defeat, or destroy us!"

"Praise to all the heroes who sacrificed, praise to all the unyielding residents, praise to the swamp!"

The atmosphere of the crowd suddenly soared.

"Praise all the heroes who sacrificed, praise all."

The words were repeated one after another, and the uniform voices echoed throughout Catanaro.

In the frenzy, the atmosphere became extremely high.

The number of fanatics soared from more than 2,000 to more than 6,000, doubling directly.

And this will be Catanaro's most valuable asset.

People's hearts are as united as steel. (End of this chapter)