Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 179: Chapter 105: A Surprising Harvest, Self-Submitting Undead, Desolate Tomb!

Not to mention that it involves the Abyss Duke.

This threat must be eliminated as soon as possible.

As their strength grows, the enemies facing Weilu City also increase rapidly in intensity.

The wider the territory they control, the more unavoidable it is to encounter conflicts, and the stronger the enemies become.

That’s the difficult part for a Pioneer Lord.

As Lear was pondering, he arrived at the pig farm where they were raising the Three-tailed Pigs.

He once again deployed the Land of Crimson Rot.

He let the Crimson Queen Bee use the power of the Abyss Duke’s flesh to quickly produce the bee swarm.

Previously, all were sacrificed without one left, and having no troops always felt a bit insecure.

After taking care of this, he casually took a look at his pigs.

After nearly half a month of raising them, the Three-tailed Pigs had gained a lot of weight, each plump and round like mini elephants.

Under the influence of the Horn of Fertility, their weight ceiling increased by 30%, reaching nearly 800 kilograms.

It was visibly apparent that many pigs’ bellies had grown, round and full, nurturing new life.

With the bonus from the Horn of Fertility, the pregnant pigs were only days away from giving birth.

According to the Two-headed Giant Chief, each litter of Three-tailed Pigs yields over 10 piglets.

Going by this data, they could produce at least 160 piglets this time.

Moreover, their growth cycle had reduced by 50%, allowing them to reach 800 pounds in just a month and a half.

Even if only half of them were female, suitable for breeding,

the number would see explosive growth.

In less than half a year, this area would become a vast pig farm.

With the Horn of Fertility, which is a divine artifact for breeding, they could also be immune to disease, free from concerns about swine fever.

As long as they have food and water, the Three-tailed Pigs would thrive and grow.

Lear felt quite content.

The Three-tailed Pigs are a strategic resource; as the territory develops, the military’s demand for flesh also increases.

Whether feeding the Fierce Wild Lizards or training troops, they are invaluable.

Most wild monsters in the Mire Swamp had been hunted down, so to obtain flesh, they had to expand into the Wilderness.

However, these resources are limited, and as the military numbers continue to grow, the requirement for flesh will be astronomical, making hunting alone highly unstable.

Raising pigs eliminates that hassle; when needed, just slaughter a batch.

Adhering to a resolute pig-raising policy is essential.

After encouraging the staff with a few words, Lear left.

Returning to the City Hall, laden with exhaustion, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, September 14th.

Before the sun had risen, the third funeral ceremony was solemnly held.

The warriors who had perished yesterday were laid to rest in the Tomb of the Heroic Spirits.

The sight of the scattered and broken bodies struck a chord in every resident’s heart.

Witnessing the dire state of the fallen warriors drove home the pressure the forces faced outside.

The Dark Night Elves attended the funeral for the first time, and after the sacred and solemn ceremony, they felt surprisingly touched.

Looking around at the people and the military, the feeling of unfamiliarity and separation quietly faded considerably.

These were potential comrades who might one day carry their coffins, partners through life and death.

The seemingly ordinary residents were whom they protected, and likewise, these residents worked for the territory, supported the army, and provided logistical support for them.

Working together.

It was an experience and thought never felt before.

What Lear had instilled in the residents in various ways was now directly influencing the Dark Night Elves.

Every drop and crumb had its reason.

After the funeral ceremony dispersed, Lear did not assign further tasks.

Yesterday’s battle had seen considerable sacrifice and loss; everyone needed time to recuperate.

Especially the weapons, almost all of which were damaged in the battle yesterday.

They needed to be repaired or reforged.

The feeling of being crushed by the enemy’s equipment was unpleasant.

The residents continued their regular work, heading out to various jobs.

In the busyness, a vibrant and lively scene unfolded in the territory.

Lear also relaxed, heading to the north to sip tea and feed the fish.

But he hadn’t sat for long when a few Deltas responsible for managing the fish farm suddenly burst into excited cheers.

This piqued his curiosity, and he called them over to inquire.

The lead Delta quickly approached, bowed, and excitedly said.

“My Lord, we just saw the Dragonblood Redfish spawning!!”

Lear’s eyes lit up.

Those delicacies, spawning?!

Instantly, excitement rose, and he followed them to investigate.

After a month of construction, the fish pool had been partitioned into dozens of ponds.

Each was a 10-by-10 meter square.

Between them, dried hard clay served as dividing barriers.

Neatly arranged, they had taken shape nicely.

Stepping along a half-meter-wide hard clay path, he followed the Delta to the center of one pond.

Inside, several over-a-meter-long Dragonblood Redfish joyously swam, with two dragon whiskers flowing in the clear water, imparting an indescribable feeling.

The clean, clear water produced by the Bubble Beast made them very comfortable.

“My Lord, see here…”

Following the Delta’s indication, Lear glanced at the edge of the pond.

He immediately noticed it was covered with tiny rice-like red fish eggs.

Countless, impossible to tally.

Thousands upon tens of thousands.

Lear was quite thrilled.

If all these fish larvae hatched, his fish farm could instantly establish itself!!

When it comes to breeding, these are the real deal!

“Excellent!! Well done!!”

“You all deserve credit, go to Bain for your reward.”