Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system

Glorious Era 8775, July 5th, the main plane of Nohr, the Griffin Kingdom, and the city of Loland.

"Sir, Administrative Officer, the town of Knad was captured by a group of blood naga yesterday evening. All the more than 1,300 people in the town had their hearts removed, and no one survived!"

"The Falcon Knights found their traces in a passage to the underground world twenty miles away from the town. The guard army is currently gathering, and there will be three squadrons of the griffon army to participate in the clearing."

The Chief Administrative Officer of Loland City, with a hooked nose, blue eyes, a semi-bald head, and a belly slightly larger than that of an eight-month-pregnant woman, sat behind a desk filled with documents. He looked at the subordinate reporting in front of him through the gaps in the pages of the book, and his tone was unkind. .

"Those damn underground bastards, sooner or later they will be cleaned up!"

"Send twenty clerks to Kennard Town to handle the funeral affairs, and at the same time select a new mayor to go there, and then recruit residents from the refugees in the city to fill the town's population."

"As you command, my lord."

"Has the village that was destroyed by the ogres last month been built?"

"Not yet. It is expected to be at the end of the month, but the recruitment of residents is very slow. The village has been destroyed three times this year, and the refugees in the city are unwilling to go."

The administrative officer rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Is it okay for you to figure this out on your own?"

"Sir, this is the application list for pioneer lords that was just submitted."

"Wasn't the list submitted five days ago?"

"Sir, someone submitted it again the evening before yesterday." He said with a bit of hesitation.

"Perhaps you will be interested."

Hearing what he said, the administrative officer also became a little curious. He took the list and flipped it several times before seeing the names of the additional personnel.

"Lil Ayers?.The Ayers Family?!!"

There was a bit of emotion on the fat face, and finally he sighed.

"That guy Els has been dead for ten years. Has his family fallen to the point of becoming a pioneer lord?"

"Who is this Lil Ayres? Where does he live?"

"Sir, this person is the only blood descendant of the Els family. He moved to the ninth block three years ago."

"Ninth District?!"

"Yes."

After a long silence, he closed the document with a complicated expression.

"Send it to the Grand Duke."

When his subordinates left, he looked out the window, dazed.

In the Ninth District, this street is regarded as a sewer and garbage dump by the nobles of Lorain City. Robberies, thefts, murders and other evil deeds happen every night.

The air was filthy, filled with the pungent stench of urine and sewers, and flies were everywhere.

This is a dirty place that outsiders are unwilling to take a second look at, and even missionaries who are keen to convert the lost to our God rarely set foot.

But this filth-ridden area is home to more than 100,000 poor people.

Lear walked through the winding alleys, carefully avoiding the filth on the ground, and stepped over puddles of black and smelly sewage. The stench of the air made his eyes red.

The poor people who passed him had dull eyes and pale faces. Most of them wore tattered linen clothes, and some of them even had more patches than the original fabric.

Some older residents stepped directly into the stinky water pool, letting the black water wet their trousers. They looked numb, like living corpses that could move around.

Even though he has been in this world for three days, Lear still can't bear all this.

After speeding up and turning a few turns, I came to a low house covered with black moss. I looked at the rusty lock on it and let out a long breath.

With a slight twist, it opened directly without a key.

Push the door open and enter.

The room is about ten square meters, without any furniture.

There was a tattered, calf-high bed in the corner, with only two blackened blankets on it.

The four walls of the family have the most intuitive image.

Lear didn't mind it and sat on the bed, but his butt felt so tight as soon as it stuck to him.

With a smooth touch, he took out two fist-sized pieces of bread from under the bed, black and hard as rocks, with a deep tooth mark on them.

Brown bread!

He gave a wry smile. Dogs would hate this food, but it was his food!

Putting the brown bread aside, he stared blankly at the wall next door through the window half an arm's width away.

Time travel.

It sounds light and airy when you say it, but when it actually falls on you, you realize how heavy it is.

After all, he sacrificed his life by going into the water to save others. Why was he allowed to come to such a fucked up world?

The level of civilization in this world is about that of medieval Europe, but it possesses extraordinary power! There is even a god!

The gods in charge of power are high above, and they often punish people by destroying cities and annihilating people.

Sects spread the glory of God everywhere and preach that God loves the world.

The evil dragon occupies the mountains and deep valleys, often plundering treasures and destroying towns.

Demons, undead, and all kinds of evil beings perform bloody sacrifices every day to please the evil gods.

Evil beings in the underground world appear on the surface from time to time, killing humans.

Various powerful races are raging in the wild, and they may attack cities and towns at any time and slaughter civilians.

Wars continue, and racial disputes are as fierce as sparks.

Materials are scarce, the means of production are backward, civilization has stagnated, extraordinary people enslave the world, class solidification is serious, and knowledge is monopolized by aristocratic sects. All the elements are almost gathered!

The body he occupies is a descendant of a down-and-out noble. He has no awakening power, no family wealth, and no social status. He is an ordinary person with no sense of existence.

Ordinary people are like pigs in this fantasy world with extraordinary power, inconspicuous and at the mercy of others.

Even wanting to live a stable life is a luxury.

Because the family wealth has long been dissipated, the original body can only survive in the poor places like the Ninth Block.

What's more terrible is that three days ago, the original body actually applied to inherit the title that had been deprived of the family.

According to the law of the Griffin Kingdom, the descendants of nobles who have been deprived of the title must become pioneer lords if they want to inherit the title!

"Little Els, you are back? I heard that you applied to inherit the title?"

A low voice at the door interrupted his thoughts. Lear turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in his early fifties leaning half of his body into the house, looking at him with a little worry.

His hair was gray, his hands were covered with calluses, and his body was a little thin due to long-term lack of nutrition.

Lear, who had the memory of the original body, immediately recognized the other party.

The current neighbor Jem worked at the dock. When he was young, he was also a powerful knight and knew a lot about the outside world.

He has a cheerful and generous personality. Even in the slums, he takes good care of his original self. He fainted from hunger several times, and it was the other party who took out food to save him.

"Uncle Jem."

The middle-aged man looked at Lear's pale face, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, and finally sighed.

"Why bother?"

"Do you know what is in the wilderness?"

"Orcs, barbarians, scavengers, vampires, drow elves, half-snakes, cultists, and undead."

"There are passages connecting the dark and dangerous underground world, space cracks connecting to the mysterious and terrifying other planes, and there are ancient evil spirits and demons who want to subvert the order."

"There is no word of safety in the wilderness."

"The empire has not conquered this area for thousands of years!"

"Although it is a bit difficult to live in the city, at least you can still survive"

"Go to the wilderness and become a pioneer lord. Everything is out of your control!"

"I know you want to inherit the title, but this time, alas"

Jem's tone is very complicated.

When the other party moved to the slums three years ago, his childish face was still in front of him. He watched this kid grow up and couldn't bear to see him die.

Baron Els died of an old injury ten years ago, and within a few years, the family had declined.

The law of the Griffin Kingdom stipulates that after the death of a noble, if no one inherits the title within seven years, the title will be automatically lost.

The first condition for inheriting the title is to be an adult at the age of 16.

There are many unreasonable rules under this careful examination, but it has been passed down without resistance from the noble class. There seems to be a secret behind it that makes people keep it a secret.

As the only descendant of the Els family, Lear just turned 15 three years ago.

The Els family, which no one can inherit, was directly expelled from the noble sequence.

And the descendants of the nobles who lost the title want to inherit the title again, they must become pioneer lords and occupy new land for the kingdom!

But is it so easy to be a reclamation lord?

The Griffin Kingdom was established for 2,200 years, but it only encroached on thousands of miles of wilderness!

But what is the price? Over the past two thousand years, the bodies of the land reclamation lords can be piled up into a magnificent mountain! A magnificent city can be built on the sea!

How many land reclamation lords are there alive? !

Jem took a deep breath.

"Grand Duke Loran will personally approve each land reclamation lord"

"I just hope the Grand Duke will not allow it"

He swallowed his words halfway through his words and turned his head alertly to look at the entrance of the alley.

Lear noticed something strange and looked through the crack in the door.

Tap~

Tap~

A soldier wearing black armor, with a soaring falcon pattern engraved on his chest, a hooked nose and blue eyes, strode in with a cold face.

After approaching the house, he confirmed the house number on it, walked past Jem, strode into the house, and handed a yellowed paper to Lear.

The blood-red seal on it was particularly eye-catching——

Griffin Empire·Grand Duke Loran

The soldier spoke stiffly.

"Lil Els, your application for pioneering lord has been approved by the Grand Duke."

"Gather at the Grand Duke's mansion at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning to receive pioneering materials and choose a territory to be pioneered."

"This is the pioneering order and the document of succession to the baronial title of the Els family."

"Congratulations, you have taken back the title of your family, Baron Lil Els."

After saying the routine words, without waiting for Lil's response, he turned around and walked out of the house with an impatient and cold face.

The stench along the way almost made him explode. If it weren't for the military order, he would never step into such a ghost place in his life!

Damn it!

Giving orders to such a whimsical poor ghost, there is no oil to be made.

There are always ignorant people who want to rise to the sky in one step!

What a place is the wilderness?

He, a high-level knight of level 10, dare not easily set foot in it.

He also wants to open up territory and build towns on it. Isn't this a dead end?

After the messenger sergeant left, Jem looked at the document in Lil's hand and fell silent.

Lear looked at the document in his hand and was speechless.

His original body was really overwhelmed by the hardship and hopeless life. He thought that he would die if he stayed here, so he might as well take a chance, inherit the title, and fight for wealth outside the city.

However, before he could go, he fell down because of his weak body.

Now, he wanted to fulfill the other party's dream of becoming a lord.

According to the Griffin Empire Law, those who actively apply to become pioneer lords, refuse to go to the wilderness, or fail to carry out orders under other excuses, will be treated as deserters and hanged.

In this world with extraordinary power, even escaping is impossible.

Li Er took a deep breath, his eyes were a bit complicated.

In this world, is it so difficult to even survive?

At this moment, a blue light suddenly appeared in his mind.

The light gradually condensed and then turned into a panel.

It showed dense text-

"It is detected that you have become a lord. The intelligence system is automatically turned on. This information can be refreshed."

Intelligence system? ! !

Li Er stood up!

The joy in his heart exploded directly.

There are more than two million words of fine Wanding novels: "Global Lord: Starting to Become a Desert Lord" is more exciting. Those who like lord farming can try it~