A battle that wasn't particularly fierce came to an end, but it also marked the beginning of the exploration of the wilderness.
After regaining his composure, Lear waved for Haggs to lead his men to clean up the battlefield.
But goblins, being poor creatures, still barely survive in the wilderness; there's really nothing to gain from them.
After searching once, we found nothing and had to give up.
He has rejoined the team.
Lear sent two small squads of lizardmen to scout ahead, while he led the main force at a safe distance.
To prevent any further accidents from happening.
However, the pressure emanating from a 2-star level dragon's droppings is fierce enough.
Even though they had ventured deep into the wilderness, they did not encounter any monster attacks.
If it weren't for the peculiar racial traits of the goblins, these creatures might not have dared to approach the dragon's might.
Continuing on, the next day, July 17th.
As the caravan set off at dawn, Lear ordered three portions of dragon dung to be soaked.
At noon, the portion size was increased to four servings.
Each portion of dragon dung can emit dragon power for five days before quickly dissipating.
This dozen or so kilograms of dragon dung is enough to get to the swamp.
The overwhelming dragon's might emanating from the four samples of feces terrified the timid swamp dwellers.
Even knowing it was just dragon dung, I still felt a strong sense of unease.
He would frequently turn around to look at the ceramic basin behind him.
Even the ferocious lizardmen were clearly agitated at this moment.
Dragons, these apex predators, have long since penetrated the very souls of ordinary beings.
Bain, the timid swamp hero, was restless and somewhat puzzled by Lear's orders, but dared not say anything. He could only suppress his doubts and move forward with trepidation.
Ah~ Ah~ Ah~
Around noon, a series of mournful cries came from the horizon. Lear looked up and his heart skipped a beat.
Countless crows appeared in sight.
It is half an arm's length long, entirely black, and has a long beak.
Their sheer number created the Dark Tide.
It covered up the sky.
Level 5, Carrion Crow!
The convoy immediately tensed up. The swamp man's legs trembled, his face filled with terror, wishing he could crawl under the wheels to hide.
The wetland lizardman drew his steel knife, his eyes filled with ferocity, ready for a bloody battle.
But just when everyone was feeling the pressure, the monster Black Tide in the sky, when it got within a kilometer of the convoy, seemed to have crashed into an invisible mountain, abruptly changing direction and flying off in the other direction.
They narrowly avoided the convoy.
Boom!
A blinding flash of lightning erupted from the flock of carrion crows.
Instantly, dozens of crows, their bodies billowing black smoke, plummeted from mid-air.
Then a terrifying rumble of thunder exploded.
This was like the beginning of a grand spectacle, with streaks of silver dragons flashing wildly.
Within the black tide, blinding flashes of lightning continuously erupted.
The deafening thunder was terrifying.
Lear stared intently as a flock of giant birds, seven or eight meters in wingspan and covered in lightning, rampaged through the carrion crows.
They preyed on these level 5 life forms without restraint.
Thunderstorm Bird, Level 13.
The number exceeds one hundred.
The most powerful griffon legion in Loran City has an average level of only 12.
Is this what wilderness is like?!
A ruthless massacre unfolded in mid-air.
The Thunderstorm Bird controlled the lightning, arbitrarily slaughtering crows, filling the air with the smell of burnt feathers.
Even if the fierce thunderstorm birds weren't targeting them, the terrifying aftershocks of thunder would still impact the convoy if the flock of birds didn't avoid them.
Flying creatures are fast, and after several hunts, the carrion crows quickened their pace amidst their terrified cries.
It gradually disappeared from sight.
Having been puzzled early in the morning by Lear's order to increase the amount of dragon dung by several times, Baine's expression clearly changed.
His gaze toward Lear was filled with fervor.
The adult seems to possess some extraordinary power, able to foresee impending danger!
In the wilderness, this is simply a divine gift!
This sudden encounter did not make him feel uneasy; on the contrary, it greatly boosted his confidence in the future.
To prevent any accidents, after the crows left, Lear immediately ordered the army to speed up their march.
It took more than ten miles to return to normal speed.
When traveling through the perilous wilderness, the biggest obstacles, besides terrifying monsters and wild creatures, are the difficult roads.
It was all thanks to the powerful horses of the fantasy world, which were as strong as small trucks and could forcibly pull the carriage.
Otherwise, just the act of traveling alone could drive someone to the brink of collapse.
The long journey was tedious and boring. After traveling for two days, on the afternoon of the 19th, Lear suddenly ordered the lizardmen to dispose of the dragon's dung and then set up camp in a tall patch of grass.
Nobody understands why it stopped so early today.
When Lear ordered everyone to be silent and the horses to be gagged, they realized what was happening.
Everyone tried to keep their breathing as quiet as possible.
As dusk approached, the ground suddenly trembled, as if a large number of cavalrymen had swept past in another direction.
The vibrations were not significant, but the distance was only about two or three kilometers.
If dragon droppings are not disposed of properly, they will inevitably attract the attention of the other side.
Although we don't know who it is, having a large number of cavalry in the wilderness means they are definitely not to be trifled with.
Only Lear knew what they had avoided.
Wilderness Blood Bandits are extremely ferocious and terrifying, plundering caravans of lords who are pioneering in the wilderness.
Wherever they went, there was only blood and corpses.
Barbarians are the primary source of Wilderness Blood Bandits. These races, which live in the wild and are filled with tyranny and slaughter, love nothing more than plundering.
No wonder no one would choose to explore the wilderness 500 kilometers away. A single bandit raid could wipe out a lord who has just stepped into the wilderness.
We're here to expand our territory, not to die.
Having weathered a devastating crisis, Lear relaxed somewhat, sending the lizardmen out on guard duty and allowing everyone to rest peacefully.
Traveling during the day and sleeping at night is the daily routine of traveling.
At night, the dangers of the wilderness increase significantly, so caution is essential.
But Lear didn't go to sleep, because it was already the 20th at dawn, and the intelligence had been updated once again.
——
——
Traveling through the wilderness is fraught with unknown dangers.
For most pioneering lords, simply traveling required immense effort; scouts even had to travel twenty or thirty miles to be on guard against danger, and they were constantly at risk of being attacked by wild monsters.
But for Bain, it became somewhat tedious, as all he had to do every day was travel, travel, and more travel.
Dragon dung keeps most life forms away from it.
Every now and then, the great lord would order the army to either speed up its march, rest on the spot, or hide in the dense forests and bushes.
Then, wave after wave of danger was silently avoided.
This made the swamp dweller increasingly convinced that his lord must possess an exceptionally strong sense of crisis!
They might even possess the power to foresee the future.
The latter was purely a figment of his imagination, but the former was something he had already determined during his journey of more than half a month.
Lear's status in his heart rose at an exaggerated pace.
In just over half a month, it has already been filled with madness and fervor.
Following the strong is in the nature of all life in the world of Nor!
In the wilderness, this characteristic is amplified to the extreme.
It wasn't just him; it was true for all the swamp people and wetland reptiles.
At noon on August 4th, the team stopped to rest.
Lear has been traveling across the wilderness for 22 days since he set off on July 12th.
Travel during the day and rest at night.
On the magic map, they were only 30 kilometers away from their destination—the mud swamp.
As Lear watched the six-pointed star pattern shimmering so close to him, his spirits rose.
We will arrive at our new territory by noon today.
Land reclamation, city building, and the consolidation of power—it all begins here.
"Speed up! We'll reach the territory before sunset!"
Upon hearing this, the morale of the crowd soared.
The speed of movement increases involuntarily.
As the sun gradually sank below the horizon, but the temperature remained scorching, a cool breeze suddenly blew from in front, instantly making the body feel comfortable.
Lear was invigorated.
Look up.
At the edge of the horizon, a curved, seven-colored rainbow hangs in the sky, and the sunset on the horizon is as colorful as fire, reflecting the rainbow and creating a beautiful scene.
You can also see water vapor constantly evaporating upwards due to the high temperature.
At the same time, on the magic map, his highlight completely merged with the six-pointed star pattern.
We've arrived at the muddy swamp.