Swamp Lord: I have an intelligence system

Death is normal in this world.

Even if the original body is an ordinary person and is not qualified to go hunting outside the city, you can see mutilated corpses in the alleys of the Ninth Block every now and then.

But the exploded head of the wetland lizardman and the strong smell of blood in the air still made Lear's heart beat slightly.

Seriously speaking, this is the first time he has seen such a scene. But in a breath, he forced himself to suppress the ups and downs of his emotions.

In this world, there is no room for the weak to survive.

In the future, this kind of scene will be a daily routine.

Looking at the jumping McCann.

Nothing more than the intelligence said that the other party was in a hurry to take action and three died in such a short time!

The other party said that the number dropped by more than 100 in a week, which is not an exaggeration.

On the contrary, it is a bit conservative.

If this goes on, maybe when he comes again next week, there will only be a few left here.

Lear said softly.

"President McCann, happy cooperation."

McKen smiled bitterly with a big belly.

"You have also seen the cruelty of these lizardmen. If you buy them back, I cannot give you any guarantee."

He could not guarantee these lizardmen here.

Lear nodded.

He looked at the swamp creatures that began to get agitated after smelling the blood.

"Of course."

He said without hesitation, took out a cloth bag full of gold coins and handed it over.

"This is one thousand gold coins, please confirm it, President McKen."

McKen took it, weighed it, and his expression eased.

He was about to open it to check, and suddenly he found a rose pattern on the cloth bag.

His pupils shrank sharply.

He looked up at the calm boy again.

His expression had changed.

He carefully handed the cloth bag to the follower beside him, whispered a few words in his ear, and then waved his hand.

"Go and get this slave scepter, and put the gold coins into the account."

He waited for the servant to leave, and said carefully.

"Sir, I just saw a rose pattern on the bag. This is exclusive to Her Highness Philena, and it is rarely used by outsiders."

There are many roses as family emblems, but the unique rose pattern on it is exclusive to the Flower of the North.

No one dares to use it!

Lear whispered.

"President McKen has a good eye. This thousand gold coins are given by Her Highness Philena."

He smiled.

"President McKen should also know that most pioneering lords like us are not rich."

"It is necessary to accept some gifts."

McKen swallowed his saliva and laughed dryly.

That makes sense. What the hell! !

That's Her Highness Philena? !

You said it so lightly that such a person gave you gold coins as pioneering funds! !

And if it is used for pioneering, this fund is probably only a small part of it?

Who is this young man?

For a moment, Lear's young face became mysterious.

Not long after, the attendant who had just gone down came up again, handed him a scepter half an arm long, and whispered in McKen's ear.

Then McKen's fat face bloomed with a smile at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tone became respectful.

"My lord, this is the slavery scepter that controls the slavery ring."

"The slavery rings on their necks have been connected to the scepter with magic."

"As long as you hold the scepter, you can easily control their life and death, and this is the latest generation of magical creations. The energy to maintain the slavery ring is the power extracted from the slaves. As long as the slaves are not dead, it will never be exhausted."

"Slaves controlled by the slavery ring will be punished by the slavery ring as long as they want to resist or steal the slavery scepter. It is absolutely safe."

He was quite complacent at first, but he became less confident at the end.

After Lear took it, he coughed dryly.

"Where will these slaves be sent to you?"

"Rose House."

President McKen looked as if he had expected it.

"That's a good place. I heard that it was a hobby of Her Highness Philena ten years ago."

Halfway through, seeing that Lear didn't react, he smiled awkwardly and said immediately.

"I'll send someone over right away."

"However, I'm afraid the other party may not be safe. Some of them may be lost on the way. You need to make arrangements in advance."

These wetland lizardmen are time bombs, and they may explode at any time.

Hearing this, Lear turned his head and looked at the wetland lizardmen in the cage.

Ready?

Sensing his sight, the wetland lizardmen stimulated by the blood became more and more agitated.

The shrill lizardman curses continued, piercing and sharp.

Being pressed by shackles and controlled by the ring of slavery, the ferocity in the amber eyes did not diminish at all!

Lear frowned slightly.

The godhead that was floating in the seeds of magic exuded endless pressure and threatened the soul!

The residual power of the god (1 star, can grow) emits the residual power of the swamp god to intimidate the target. If the intimidation is successful, it will be engraved on its soul and it will surrender forever. The worse the target's condition and the weaker its resistance, the higher the success rate. If the intimidation fails, the opponent will fall into rage and attack back.

"Shut up!"

The scolding echoed in the hall.

It seemed ordinary to outsiders.

But the wetland lizardmen only felt thunder roaring in their ears at this moment. At this moment, they felt an unspeakable and difficult to express fear.

It was like their god was looking down on them!

That was the pressure of the origin, the fear from the deepest part of the soul.

During this period of time, they were captured and tortured, deprived of water and food, imprisoned in cages, and could die at any time. For various reasons, the nerves of these wetland lizardmen have long been fragile to the extreme.

The beasts will be more crazy if they are injured.

If they are exposed, they will be angry at the touch!

But the soul has long been weak.

In just a few breaths, the body trembled uncontrollably, and the cruelty in the eyes turned into endless fear and trembling. One by one, they lowered their heads and suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, Li Erfu was in his heart.

The mental power escaped and left a mark in their souls.

The moment the mark was imprinted, he could clearly sense that the hostility of these lizardmen turned into obedience and fanatical worship.

From now on, these swamp lives will be under his control.

McKen, who witnessed this scene, trembled in his heart, and swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Just two words, these ferocious beasts turned into obedient kittens?

This is a wetland lizardman!

In the prison, no matter how much torture is used, it can't suppress its brutal instincts. It is a swamp monster that can endure the pain of the slavery ring that penetrates its soul!

Just a light word of shutting up makes them cowardly?

Turning his head to look at Li Er, his eyes changed.

As expected of a person who was given by Her Highness Philena to develop resources, he is unfathomable, unfathomable!

"Cooperate with the arrangement, I will take you back to the wilderness."

The flat tone of the words made the wetland lizardman in the cage completely quiet down, and the suppressed restlessness disappeared without a trace.

As if it has always been so gentle.

"President McKen, you can send them to the Rose House."

McKen came back to his senses and repeatedly ordered the servants with some exclamation.

"Quick, send them to the Rose House immediately!"

Not long after, knights in heavy armor came immediately, a full two teams.

Open the iron cage and escort the wetland lizardman out.

These heavy-armored knights are all mid-level knights, with a level of up to 9.

Every mid-level knight, with the same equipment, can easily kill hundreds of strong men who have not condensed the seeds of life.

Real high-level combat power!

Even in the guard corps of Loran City, level 9 is the main elite.

None of these slave traders is simple.

But facing a group of brutal swamp creatures who do not know and fear death.

These warriors also have some headaches.

It is easy to kill the opponent, but it is annoying to escort them.

But today is very strange, these brutal swamp creatures did not resist.

"Sir, can the shackles on them be removed?"

"Otherwise it will be very troublesome to transport them."

McKen looked at the obedient wetland lizardmen and asked cautiously.

Before, he would not even think about removing the shackles for the wetland lizardmen, that was too outrageous.

Li Er nodded.

"Okay."

After getting his answer, McKen was a little courageous and tried to let the soldiers remove a few shackles first.

It was amazing that the lizardmen who couldn't be controlled by the slave ring really obeyed the arrangement.

It seemed that the previous madness and brutality were all illusions

I recognized Li Er's methods again in my heart, and my eyes were more respectful.