After calming down his excitement, Lear immediately spoke.
"Let's go and catch some small lizards to first try out how to breed them."
"Yes, Sovereign!"
Haggs promptly responded, enthusiastically following Lear out of the tent.
First, they picked out a corpse from today's hunt and then proceeded to the muddy area east of the territory.
This Wetland Lizard-man Hero placed the corpse on the ground, his gaze becoming serious.
Extending his right hand, the blade-like claw on his left hand directly sliced a wound in his palm.
Scarlet blood dripped down.
But halfway through its descent, it seemed to lose gravity, floating mid-air.
The surrounding magic power began to pour into it, and the blood twisted, forming mysterious runes.
These runes slowly merged into the corpse below, instantly causing its flesh to rot.
A unique, putrid smell permeated the air, drifting along with the wind downstream.
This smell dispersed over twenty kilometers before gradually fading.
