Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 485 - 216: Enslaving Tank Heavy Warriors! Is This Ten-Meter-Long Giant Beast a Cat?! (Part 3)

Chapter 485: Chapter 216: Enslaving Tank Heavy Warriors! Is This Ten-Meter-Long Giant Beast a Cat?! (Part 3)

No wonder the intelligence referred to it as cat grass, this thing really is related to cats... Just not sure what level that white cat belongs to.

With a wave of his hand, he instructed the Rhino-man leader to dig them all out and take them away.

He casually picked some leaves to hold.

Bringing them to his nose, he could smell a unique fragrance, faintly reminiscent of osmanthus.

This patch consisted of 25 plants.

3-star Magic Plants, plant them and perhaps more wonderful uses will be discovered in the future.

After collecting here, Lear glanced at the intelligence... The cat grass will attract the arrival of the white cat.

Just holding it attracts them? Or does it need to be burned, soaked in water?

Shaking his head, he didn’t dwell on it, and looked toward the Rhino-man leader.

"Are there any other forces in this vicinity?"

"Twenty kilometers northwest, there’s a group of wild werewolves... they occupy a magic bush that can bear fruit to enhance agility."

Lear’s eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this.

"Fruit that enhances agility? That’s no worse than the Rock Fruit!

"What is the strength of those wild werewolves?"

"Their army is about the same size as ours, but the Wild Wolf King is a Level 16 hero, extremely ferocious... I can’t defeat him."

"No worries, anything else?"

"No, after the plane rules cracked, I only discovered the existence of werewolves... the rest have vanished without a trace."

After some inquiries yielded no further intelligence, Lear nodded and immediately gathered his troops.

He ordered the Rhino-man leader to lead the way to the area occupied by the wild werewolves.

The Rhino-men, branded with a Soul Mark, did not hesitate and directly left the grassland they depended on.

This seemed to head into the unknown, but rather abandoned death and destruction, welcoming rebirth.

If they hadn’t been perceptive, these Rhino-men would have already become fodder for the upgrading of the Dark Night Hunter.

As the army advanced, the swarm scattered to search, they marched seven or eight kilometers forward, when the Crimson Queen Bee suddenly returned with a group of hornets.

Raising his eyes, he could see the swarm at this moment carrying three unconscious Kobolds.

As they approached, they were dropped directly to the ground.

Thud~

Falling from a height of four to five meters, they hit the ground and twisted in pain, waking up from their unconscious state.

Lear twitched slightly, watching it hurt.

He stepped forward, looking down from above.

"Where are you from, are there any powerful forces nearby?"

The first Kobold to regain consciousness grinned in pain, staring at Lear in a daze.

Just about to speak, out of the corner of its eye, it caught sight of the ferocious Two-headed Giant Chief beside him and the Mechanical Flying Dragon passing overhead.

At once, it was almost scared out of its wits.

They just wanted to scavenge some food in this broken space, yet they had the bad luck to immediately be caught by such formidable beings upon entry.

Enduring severe pain, it trembled to speak.

"Respected owner, we came from Ghost City, hearing that the Underworld is facing destruction, we came to the earth’s surface... Simce there’s no food, we thought to find some here."

"We didn’t see any powerful forces nearby..."

Lear’s gaze shifted slightly.

"Ghost City?"

"Yes, it’s constructed by a powerful undead, we are its residents..."

"What’s this about the destruction of the Underworld?"

"There’s a rumor spreading that the Underworld will collapse in a few months, everyone will die."

"Later, this rumor was validated by the sect’s followers... The god they worship sent a decree for them to migrate to the earth’s surface."

After some inquiries, Lear gained a more direct understanding of the current Underworld from these Kobolds.

The god issued a decree, informing followers that the Underworld was doomed to destruction, urging a quick escape.

The information wasn’t kept secret... nor could it be contained, spreading rapidly.

Those major forces took the lead to the surface, beginning to build cities.

Seeing that even powerful races were acting this way, adventurers and scattered fighters naturally panicked and continued rushing to the earth’s surface.

One after another, undiscovered underground passages were found, and vast numbers of underground beings began surging to the surface.

The chaos underground also led to upheaval in the wilderness.

However, the specifics of the destruction were unknown to this low-ranking Kobold.

After finishing this interrogation, Lear inquired about one of the targets, the Underground Blood Race—information about the Stevens Clan.

Originally, he had little hope but was unexpectedly delighted by the Kobold’s response.

"Stevens, the Divine Blood Clan... Near Ghost City, extremely mysterious, hardly known by anyone. I only chanced upon them while scavenging in the sewers and heard echoes of their presence."

"The conversations of those bigwigs mentioned the Stevens Clan having a powerful Blood Race Prince, already at an extraordinary level, apparently negotiating with Ghost City for its submission... Ghost City hasn’t decided yet."

"I don’t have any more specific intel..."

Lear was quite pleased.

Didn’t expect to find traces of the Blood Race so easily!

The next step is to unravel the threads and eventually get the desired answer.

But now the biggest issue is—the collapse of the Underworld.

That will surely drive the Stevens Clan to the earth’s surface.

And therein lies a great deal of uncertainty.

Somewhat of a headache.

If the Kobold’s information is accurate, the extraordinary level vampire from the Stevens Clan makes it hard for him to take action now.

Unless, they dare to enter the swamp.

The Broken Divine Format, recovering it will obviously require some scheming.

In his musings, suddenly, a crisp, slightly childish meow came from afar.

It snapped him back to attention.

Lear’s spirits lifted immediately and turned to look.

About a hundred meters away, a pure white cat was curiously eyeing this side.

One eye was white, the other blue, heterochromatic.

Its tongue constantly licking its lips as if smelling some exquisite delicacy.

The cat in the 4-star intelligence... had appeared.

But, isn’t there something a bit off here?

This white cat’s body length exceeded 10 meters!

Standing height reached 4 meters.

Even at a hundred meters away, the pressure of its size could be felt.

Is this really a cat?

Tigers, leopards, wolves—they must be merely its toys, right?

At this moment, meow~ another crisp call rang, and the white cat a hundred meters away stepped out, abruptly appearing mere ten meters away.

The few high-tier heroes around Lear instantly had their hair stand on end, eyes locked on this unexpected guest.