CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 54: DARK NAGA? OVER 500 LABORERS ABOUT TO BE ACQUIRED

The lifeforms known as the Deltha have extremely sturdy legs on their lower half, twice the size of ordinary humans.

They look strong and powerful.

Their feet have wide webbed toes, allowing them to walk easily in the swamp.

Their upper body is covered in thick grey feathers, resembling a falcon.

Their head is a normal human head.

They bear some resemblance to the legendary harpies.

Deltha

[Level]: Level 1

[Potential]: Half Star (Level cap: Level 3)

[Racial Talent]: Strong and powerful, naturally strong and powerful.

[Skills]: Super Strong Endurance (1 Star) Possesses super strong endurance, greatly enhancing physical recovery speed.

[Evaluation]: Deltha have strong physiques but are timid by nature. Even ordinary farmers can drive them away with a pitchfork.

Potential—Half Star?

Lear felt he had gained new insight.

He thought 1 Star potential was the lowest, but there turned out to be Half Star potential.

This race is quite something.

However, their talents and skills are interesting—strong and powerful, super strong endurance, yet timid and cowardly, somewhat similar to the Mud Swamp People.

"Wake them up and ask where they come from."

The Wetland Lizard-man stepped forward and slapped their faces twice.

The Deltha on the ground woke up to see dozens of heavy-armored Lizardman Warriors looking at them coldly.

A wave of indescribable fear rose.

One of them felt a warm sensation spread from his pants, creating a large wet patch.

"Kind and merciful lord, please don’t kill us! We have no enmity or threat towards you..."

With trembling legs and a tone laced with indescribable terror, as if scared to death.

Such cowardly behavior made the Wetland Lizardman Warriors frown.

As warriors, they despise such weak and vile life forms.

Even in death, one should die with their head held high, dying on the path of charge.

Pleading? Hmph, even if their hearts were taken out and their heads chopped off, it wouldn’t happen to them!

"What is your relation with the Slime Clan?"

Hearing the question, the Deltha who didn’t wet his pants hurriedly replied.

"We pledged allegiance to the Slime Clan last month..."

Half-Fishmen are at the bottom of the food chain in the swamp.

These Deltha actually pledged allegiance to them?

This... Seeing eye to eye?

"What is your purpose here?"

The Deltha weakly replied.

"Esteemed lord, we are here to deliver messages and tribute food to the Slime Clan."

"Deliver messages?"

"Yes, the Slime Clan asked us to find the whereabouts of the Cyclops, and we’ve already discovered them."

Lear became interested.

Cyclops?

"What does the Slime Clan want with the Cyclops?"

Cyclops are unique creatures of the swamp, possessing a portion of ancient giant bloodlines, typically over six meters tall.

Tall as a two-story building, towering like a small mountain before ordinary people.

Physically imposing, possessing extraordinary power.

Once used by the Swamp Race as heavy siege weapons.

Average level over 12, extremely fierce.

They appear in many legends.

However, with the decline of the Swamp Race, their numbers have greatly decreased...

The Deltha hesitated.

"Earlier, I accidentally heard the Chieftain say the Half-Fishmen discovered an Ancient Ruins."

"The magic array on the door of the relic has lost its power and cannot be opened... only with brute force."

"In the swamp, only the six-meter tall Cyclops possesses such strength."

"The Slime Clan seems to have a way to enslave them."

Lear nodded.

A true Divine Spirit, even a remnant soul possesses extraordinary means.

Enslaving a Level 12 lifeform isn’t surprising.

"Where are the Cyclops?"

"They seem to have been recruited by the Dark Naga..."

Dark Naga again?

Lear’s brow slightly furrowed.

The Deltha noticed his confusion and trembled.

"Not far from here, there’s a valley shrouded in darkness all day, inhabited by a group of ruthless Dark Naga."

"These Dark Naga are led by a powerful Naga Hero..."

"The Naga had recruited us some time ago... but the Slime Clan saved us."

Lear’s gaze slightly intensified.

"What is their strength?"

"Unclear, we cannot probe deeply..."

The Deltha’s voice trembled.

"They’re shrouded in darkness, preventing us from seeing their true form..."

"Approaching them, living beings are directly devoured."

"The Naga Hero especially likes to devour souls to maintain her beauty."

Swallowing hard, the tone grew increasingly terrified.

"No one can approach them... no one!"

"If it weren’t for the Slime Clan intervening, we would have been exterminated."

"The Cyclops, for some reason, got involved with the Dark Naga..."

Are the Dark Naga that strong?

Lear pondered.

Sensing something must be hidden in this situation.

Coming to his senses, he took out the Magic Map.

Spiritual Power surged, magnifying the Mire Swamp area on the map, displayed before the Deltha.

He pointed to the glowing spot in the middle.

"This is where we are, this is the direction of sunrise."

"Where are the Dark Naga?"

Seeing such a magical map, feathers filled the eyes of the Deltha with admiration.

If they had such a map, they wouldn’t encounter so many dangers...

Comparing the map with the sun in the sky, they determined the direction, and tentatively pointed to a spot on the map.

"Around here..."

Lear estimated the distance, about ten kilometers away.

The swamp’s terrain is complex; two to three kilometers away it could be a different world.

Plus, its unique ecosystem and diverse species easily sustain a small tribe.

After questioning for a while, but the Deltha’s knowledge of the Dark Naga was limited, offering no more valuable information.

He put away the map and changed the topic.

"How many people are in your tribe?"

"Over 500..."

"Over 500?!"

Only asking casually, but surprised by the number.

The Deltha spoke hesitantly.

"Yes, lord, there could have been more, but the outside is too dangerous..."

As a bottom of the food chain, these Half-Star potential life forms face extreme survival challenges in the swamp.

"How far is your settlement from here?"

"In that direction... about an hour’s journey."

An hour... very close.

Lear’s gaze on the Deltha seemed as if looking at treasures.

If it were thirty or fifty people, it would be fine, but 500 people, that’s overwhelming... What does Weilu City lack right now?

Manpower!

If all these 500 Deltha could be enslaved, it would directly solve the most pressing issue!

His peculiar gaze gave the two Deltha some unease, bowing their heads... afraid of inciting the human lord’s displeasure and facing execution.

Lear gestured for Haggs to watch over them, letting them lead the way after the Wetland Lizardman completed their search.

He glanced at the Flesh Butcher, wrapped in bubbles, sleeping soundly.

The price paid this time may be considerable, but the rewards are greater.