Final Lord

Chapter 196 The Intelligent Race of the Dead Wetlands

As the bishop finished drawing the last sealing symbol amidst gushing blood, he took out a dagger, cut open his own chest, and with trembling hands held up his pure white heart, from which he used the dagger to extract the holy crystal.

Next, by combining the sealing talisman and the holy crystal, even epic monsters can be sealed.

"In the name of light... Ah!" But before the bishop could finish his incantation, a vocal cord tentacle suddenly pierced his skull!

It wasn't that he was too slow, but that the white-feathered cranes were too fast! The endlessly respawning cranes made their killing speed incredibly terrifying.

The white cranes greedily devoured the flesh and blood imbued with divine power; with each bite, an even brighter white light would emanate from the gaps in their feathers.

quick! too fast!
In just over ten minutes, all three walls of Leviathan Fortress were destroyed by the White Feather Crane's attack.

Without the protection of the city walls, the hundreds of thousands of civilians and troops in Leviathan Fortress will become a buffet for the white cranes.

Even the Chaos Zone seemed to sense this, and a surging tide of demonic energy was rapidly gathering and forming within it.

"Run! Run or you'll be late!"

"The city has fallen. The city has fallen. The monsters are about to break in."

"No...my husband."

Flames erupted within Leviathan. Some fled for their lives, others spread rumors, and still others were overcome with grief—a variety of reactions ensued.

“Meow!!!”

Just then, a long bleating of a sheep suddenly came from the Leviathan Fortress.

A white mist wall, hundreds of meters high, suddenly appeared inside the third city wall.

The fog wall was like a giant circle, enveloping all three city walls.

The white cranes charged towards the center of Leviathan. However, after entering the fog wall, they failed to penetrate it and instead emerged from the other side, directly ejected from Leviathan's range by the fog wall!
“Meow!!!”

One sheep bleat after another rang out, and one half-sheep man after another, holding bells, traversed the streets, going against the current, and used mist zones to control all the white cranes.

At the critical moment, Viscount Hank's superhuman forces finally made their move!
Moments later, Viscount Hank's voice resounded throughout the city!

"The demonic tide has arrived! Bishop Versailles, the lord of Leviathan, has died a heroic death on the battlefield. I, Hank in Silver Shackles, have been ordered to take over Leviathan."

An urgent order has been issued to all border lords of the Stag Kingdom to bring their troops to provide support. Regardless of distance, they must arrive within two days!
Those who disobey orders will be considered traitors!

……

"Those who disobey orders will be considered traitors!"

Hearing the sound coming from the fire, Wang Bufu, who was on the march, did not hesitate to sever the connection between the fire and the superior city.

Thus, New Gru territory and Rising Sun Village were completely removed from the list of spies of the Duke of Stag, which also meant that the fact of treason was established.

If a different commander-in-chief were assigned, Wang Bufu might consider leading his troops over to cheer and shout a few slogans.

But Hank is in power now, so there's no question about it. He's irreconcilably vengeful for his father's murder, and he wouldn't go there to his death.

"The outbreak of the demonic tide is good news for me. With the demonic tide around, the Duchy of the Stag cannot spare the resources to deal with me for the time being."

By the time they withdrew their hands, I had already reached the desolate wetlands.

Before the connection between the two sparks was severed, the superior spark could vaguely sense the approximate location of the inferior spark. Now that the connection is broken, it can't even sense the location anymore.

They might find the Sunset Mountains, but they won't find us.

At crucial moments, one must have the decisiveness to act swiftly. Wang Bufu knew in his heart that the path he was on, betrayal of his country, was inevitable. He not only intended to betray the Duchy of the Stag, but also the Kingdom of the Eagle and even the Dawn Empire. This was simply a matter of bringing it forward a little earlier.

"My lord," Blind Cat's voice came from outside the carriage. "We've crossed the Howling Mountains and will soon reach the Dead Wastes."

"Okay. I understand." Wang Bufu nodded.

The location of the Dead Wasteland is very special. It is situated behind the Chaotic Dead Wasteland, surrounded on three sides by the completely lost Chaotic Zone, with the only exit being the Howling Mountains, a semi-chaotic zone to the east.

It's fair to say that this is a perilous place that could be swallowed up by chaos at any moment.

In the desolate wetlands, the terrain is mostly wetlands and swamps, resources are scarce, and there are no trade routes or minerals.

This is why this desolate wetland, covering a full 6.2 square kilometers, has become a no-man's-land that the Principality of the Stag, the Principality of the Rock Beach, and the Kingdom of the Eagle all reject.

“Although the Dead Wetlands are dangerous, there are still intelligent species living there.” Wang Bufu carefully examined the “Research on the Dead Wetlands” in his hand.

These are books he found in his father's bookcase.

It records that there are three intelligent races in the desolate wetlands.

"The Swamp Eye Clan, also known as the Mud Eye Clan."

It is less than 1 meter tall, with skin as green as moist moss, eyes that occupy one-third of its face, pupils that can split into multiple independently rotating lenses, and slender limbs with webbed fingers.

They can use their eyes to reflect the mist from the swamp, creating distorted "mirages" that lure intruders into the swamp or poison ivy area.

They also cultivate luminescent slime mold on the surface of their nests. The mycelial network can sense vibrations and transmit information, forming a comprehensive biological alarm system.

They are cunning but cowardly, and they are used to creating a terrifying atmosphere by whispering in groups to drive away enemies, but when faced with a real battle, they will quickly burrow into the mud to escape.

Fern marrow spirit. Also known as fern root.

This is a humanoid creature that is half plant and half spirit. Its body is made up of twining fern stems, and a fluorescent fern flower blooms on its head. Its roots can temporarily penetrate wetlands to absorb nutrients.

They are usually inactive and can release dormant spores that attach to animal fur. When the host approaches a dangerous area, the spores are activated and release hallucinogenic gases, forcing the host to change course.

They can also compress rotten wood and animal bones into lightweight building materials to build suspended treehouses to avoid rainy season floods and swamp crocodile attacks.

They are indifferent and law-abiding, believing that death and decay are merely part of the material cycle, and will calmly advise lost souls to "become nutrients for the wetlands."

They are practically born believers in the god of filth.

Unfortunately, they were too weak, and the unclean ones looked down on them.

The third race is the most interesting. It's the Miasma Clan, or simply the Dung Beetles.

These are crustacean-like humanoids with layers of calcified mud shells covering their backs. Anesthetic miasma seeps from the crevices of the shells, and the tips of their fingers have evolved into hollow, venomous stingers.

The concentration of miasma can be controlled by adjusting the opening and closing of the shell—low concentration repels insects, medium concentration weakens prey, and high concentration is used for ritualistic duels between groups.

They can also secrete mucus to blow giant bubbles, which are filled with fermented biogas they produce to provide buoyancy, allowing them to carry their tribe members quickly across swamps and reed lakes.

The species is known for its aggressive temperament but strong sense of honor. They will use poisonous stingers to draw challenge totems on the muddy ground against outsiders, and will collectively transform into "miasma fortresses" to fight to the death to protect their young.

Wang Bufu's gaze lingered on the Fern Marrow Spirit. This race was a perfect match for the elves.

He guessed that after the Elf King came to the Dead Wetlands in his previous life, he must have made contact with the Fern Spirits, which is how he found the natural wonders located in the Dead Wetlands.

"Then what about me? Which race should I start with?" Wang Bufu stroked his chin, deep in thought.

(End of this chapter)