Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

Chapter 185: Chapter 106: A New Round of Intelligence Updates, Surprises Abound

Watching the Two-headed Giant Chief leave in a rush, Lear found it amusing and decided to call Bain.

Upon seeing the Mud Swamp Hero, he asked directly.

“How many red-headed brocade chickens are there now?”

The red-headed brocade chickens, although not magical creatures like the dragon blood red fish mentioned in earlier intelligence, were quite delicious.

He captured and kept them near his territory.

Bain softly replied.

“Master, there are currently only two hundred red-headed brocade chickens. They are growing beautifully, and their egg production is exceptionally high… In the past few days, over a hundred hens have started incubating eggs.”

“It’s estimated that in a week, over a thousand chicks will hatch.”

The Horn of Fertility can halve the growth cycle of the bound livestock, significantly reducing the incubation period as well.

This binding can be released at any time, so Lear bound the red-headed brocade chickens early on.

Besides, raising chickens is indeed faster in terms of reproduction compared to raising pigs, with hens laying eggs for about 20 days a month.

With the blessing of the Horn of Fertility, the entire process from egg-laying to chick hatching can be completed in a month.

“Go find some male red-headed brocade chickens and pluck their feathers.”

“Their feathers are excellent materials for crafting arrows.”

Bain, hearing this, went off to make the arrangements with great enthusiasm.

Lear watched Bain’s departing figure with a sense of satisfaction.

As the territory expanded, more talents became available.

No longer was it a situation of having only a few big and small fish.

These basic tasks could be completed without his direct involvement.

Saving considerable time and effort.

Neatly arranged the first three pieces of intelligence this time.

The remaining two weren’t as urgent.

By noon, the Two-headed Giant Chieftain returned first, but the most eye-catching thing was the bubbles of the Bubble Beast.

They were filled with uniform branches.

Like industrial products off an assembly line.

About the thickness of an index finger and all one meter long.

For branches exceeding this length, they precisely measured two meters.

These had internal piths, and breaking them yielded branches of the same length and size.

They looked quite magical.

And these branches filled a total of 50 bubbles!

Clearly, the Two-headed Giant Chief had gone all out and thoroughly cleared that thorny grove.

“Sovereign, that thorny grove spans over a hundred acres, and we only took a small portion of it.”

Lear’s eyes shone.

Over a hundred acres?

Then there would be no shortage of arrows in the future.

He looked again at the densely packed branches.

No wonder the intelligence system indicated that the thorny forest was a natural arrow shaft; they looked no different from refined ones.

The Two-headed Giant Chief was somewhat regretful at this moment.

“Unfortunately, we didn’t encounter any enemies along the way…”

Lear chuckled.

“Take a rest; the Dark Naga’s strongest Level 14 Martial God is yours to handle next time!”

“Just don’t make a mess of it like you did when facing the Plague Fly General…”

The Two-headed Giant Chief blushed and immediately raised his head in response.

“This time, I definitely won’t disappoint you!”

With the arrow shaft materials ready, the feathers from the wings and tails of the red-headed brocade chickens were plucked.

The other feathers couldn’t be used and could only be made into everyday items.

Lear, now interested, went to the Blacksmith Shop and handed over the materials to the Fray leader—Bulin.

This middle-tier Artisan received the task and immediately got to work.

The thorn wood was virtually naturally suited for arrows, all uniformly the thickness of an index finger.

They could be used without any processing.

Bulin first embedded the feathers into the tail of the arrows. After adjustments, he forged metal arrowheads on the spot and attached them.

Immediately, a simple yet unassuming arrow was formed.

Lear concentrated as he observed.

The Attribute Panel instantly appeared in his mind.

Thorny Arrow

[Level]: 2 Stars

[Traits]: Speed Boost, with an additional 40% increase in arrow flight speed.

Piercing, with an additional 40% penetration power.

[Evaluation]: Although simply constructed, thorn wood is highly magical, offering excellent performance.

Well, just this simple crafting yielded a 2-star-level arrow?

Lear marveled.

He handed it over to Isa, the Dark Night Elf, who admired it at once.

She could clearly feel that this arrow was several degrees stronger than those in her quiver.

The leader of the Fray people felt somewhat proud at this moment.

“Sir, it may look simple to make, but the intricacies come from ancestral inheritance.”

“Especially the arrowhead of this arrow; it’s particularly meticulous.”

“This thorn wood is straight, highly magical power-affine, quite heavy, and paired with the equally heavier than usual feathers of the golden pheasant tail, it’s perfect for the cross armor-piercing arrowhead.”

“If a different feather is used, the arrowhead would need to be adjusted.”

Lear, hearing this, looked at Bulin with newfound respect.

The Fray people really have some skills.

He didn’t hold back on praise.

“Not bad, very well done!”

“Do we have enough manpower now? Can we spare some to make arrows?”

Bulin appeared a bit helpless immediately.

“Sir, the manpower needed for forging weapons is already tight, and if more is diverted… the work can’t continue here.”

They were only 30 people, working around the clock, and still couldn’t keep up.

As he spoke, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of several Mud Swamp People walking nearby, and he immediately said.

“Sir, the Mud Swamp People are also born artisans. Although their forging level is not as high as the Fray people, they shouldn’t be underestimated… We could allocate a portion and assign them the arrow-making task.”

“We forge the arrowheads first, and they can handle the assembly without any problems!”

Normal arrows require many processes to treat the arrow shaft.

But these thorn woods are naturally arrow shaft materials that can be directly used, saving a lot of trouble.

The challenge was more about which arrowhead to pair them with.

Now that this problem was solved, the remaining work was just assembly.

Lear nodded.

Without hesitation, he immediately had Bain allocate 30 people specifically to the task of making arrows.

Under the guidance of the Fray people, the assembly techniques were quickly learned.

This batch of arrowheads could be mass-produced using molds, with a very fast speed.

In less than half a day, the blacksmith shop produced 5000 sharp arrowheads.

They could be handed over to the Mud Swamp People for slight polishing and direct use.

More hands make light work.

Once this was done, the Fray people continued with the task of repairing weapons.

Compared to forging arrowheads, those were the larger projects.

Lear observed the bustling Fray people, whose feet were nearly sparking from the effort, and couldn’t help but sigh.

There were still too few people.

Especially talented individuals like the Fray people.

When there’s time, more population must still be brought in.

Getting by on gruel is not a solution.

By evening, another piece of good news arrived… Haggs had brought back all 300 Wetland Lizard-men!

Lear was mentally prepared for this and remained calm.

With a Level 12 hero like this, how could those Wetland Lizard-men dare to disobey?!

Bringing Cold-blooded Cavalry was just in case of a strong enemy in the wilderness, otherwise, he alone could subdue them.

Those Wetland Lizard-men were more compliant than Lear imagined, without any resistance at all.

At the moment the Cold-blooded Cavalry charged in front of them, these Wetland Lizard-men immediately surrendered.

Seeing the fierce warriors before them, they almost drooled.

These were legendary soldiers among the Lizard-men!!

So many appeared all of a sudden.

Then they heard that if they joined Weilu City, they could also become Cold-blooded Cavalry; they didn’t hesitate for a second, not even taking their food supplies from home, quickly following Haggs back.

Afraid of being rejected for being slow.

If they could become Cold-blooded Cavalry, who would need anything else?

They would be the most loyal warriors!

The Lizard-men’s desire to become Cold-blooded Cavalry was as strong as an ordinary person wanting to become a Dragon Knight.

Now that the opportunity was before them, who could resist such temptation?

Lear looked at the dense crowd, feeling quite pleased.

These warriors, now merely at Level 6, were all future Cold-blooded Cavalry!

As long as there’s enough flesh and blood, their strength could skyrocket in a few days.

In the face of Lear’s overwhelming divine power, under Haggs’s leadership, the Wetland Lizard-men trembled and swore allegiance to him.

The whole process was smooth and unobstructed.

After becoming stronger oneself, repeating past actions becomes very simple.

So much so that in the future, there’s no need for him to even appear; these armies will prostrate on Weilu City’s land.

After accepting their allegiance, without hesitation, he immediately ordered the continued training of Cold-blooded Cavalry.

Not to mention other things, replenishing the lost troops was a priority.

Several hard battles are yet to come, whether against the Dark Naga or the Demigod that despises him—the Master of Stench and Flies.

Or facing the Flying Dragons appearing mid-October with the Authority of the Swamp.

None of these are easy opponents.

Only with a strong army can there be confidence.