Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

Seeing Iron Head, Yang Yu greeted with a smile:

”Chief Iron Head, I’m not sure if this is the Swamp Mud Crocodile you mentioned.

It looks like the meat is quite nice.

You can take these prey back and store them to get through this winter.”

Barely getting through it, hehe.

At first, Iron Head thought that something might have happened to Yang Yu and his group, but it turned out that their strength was so great that they had hunted more demons than needed.

The demons in the swamp, while fierce, also had certain Defense Attributes.

It was precisely these demons that the Tusked Wild Boar Clan relied upon to not worry about attacks from outsiders.

Even if there were invasions, outsiders would spend a lot of time clearing out the demons, giving the Tusked Wild Boar Clan plenty of time to prepare.

Now, with so many demons suddenly killed by Yang Yu, the effectiveness of using demons for a defensive line was greatly reduced, making Iron Head feel as if his heart were bleeding.

But there was nothing he could do since he hadn’t clarified that it was a test from the start. The other party meant well...

It was only then that Iron Head admitted his mistake and asked Yang Yu and his group to stop killing, letting these beasts live to serve as watchdogs.

Yang Yu shrugged helplessly, saying that he wished Iron Head had said so earlier, to avoid such a false sense of excitement.

The swamp was full of demons, making it an excellent place to collect materials and gain Experience.

Anyway, verifying and adjusting the plan took a lot of time.

While Bai Jin and Iyas were practicing coordination, he could find something to do during this time. Yang Yu wouldn’t easily pass up the Experience points.

After some discussion, Yang Yu had Bai Jin and the others release the Swamp Mud Crocodile that hadn’t been hunted yet.

The Swamp Mud Crocodile struggled, seeing Yang Yu and his group as if facing Death, slyly slipping into the swamp, splashing as it burrowed into the mud.

The fear of the Colorful-haired Masked Man was already deeply imprinted in its survival instincts.

Over the long years, the demons living in the swamp had formed a peculiar relationship with the Tusked Wild Boar Clan.

Yang Yu promised Chief Iron Head that he won’t take their lives unless necessary, temporarily settling the matter.

In fact, Yang Yu had another goal for actively hunting the surrounding demons, which was to boost He Meng.

Because for a long time, He Meng had been slacking, causing her to go from initially very strong defense to being the weakest now.

As an off-tank, He Meng barely passed, but in this world, barely passing is harsh.

Yang Yu planned to boost He Meng not only in combat skills but also in other Skills.

Now that He Meng had nearly 30 Favorability points towards him, it was time to give her something useful.

Foremost was He Meng’s attack methods.

He Meng’s current Attack Skills only included [Slime Charge], [Royal Bloodline: King’s Spear], and the hardly-used [High-speed rotation], which was too simple.

Even though He Meng was a Royal Slime, the Skills she learned from leveling up were surprisingly few, only [Extended Traits] and [Intermediate Regeneration].

Yang Yu had no idea why this was.

As a civilian, he rarely had to think about gaining skills from leveling up, but Bai Jin and Iyas had some talent.

However, their situation was similar to Yang Yu’s.

Despite increasing Level significantly, they hadn’t gained any Skills from leveling up.

In this world, most people’s skills seemed only learnable through Skill Scrolls or prolonged training.

The sample size was too small for Yang Yu to determine.

But He Meng could indeed acquire Skills by absorbing materials, and Yang Yu wouldn’t allow He Meng’s talent to go to waste.

With so many good materials available now, of course, he had to seize the opportunity.

Reluctantly, He Meng had to use the Corrosion Skill acquired last time to slowly dissolve the materials Yang Yu threw in.

She knew that Yang Yu meant well.

Unintentionally, Yang Yu’s growth had surpassed her imagination. She did not know what kind of enemy they would encounter later, but as a princess of the Slime Kingdom, she did not want to be a burden to others.

Enduringly forcing herself to digest the crocodile hand, He Meng was held by Yang Yu as they went deeper into the swamp, led by Iron Head.

Soon, in the sight of Bai Jin and Iyas, appeared a thick black pond, constantly bubbling.

Even if Yang Yu didn’t say it, Bai Jin and Iyas had a hunch that what Yang Yu was looking for was that tar-like viscous liquid.

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Loux Calendar 415, October 28th.

Under the organization of Great General Walshi, the Luo Ze soldiers preparing for the winter offensive passed through barren mountain ranges and were transferred to the Sailuomen Plain through the intermediate city Yenodore.

Unlike last year, most of the Luo Ze soldiers were wearing purple inner layers this year.

These inner layers were special clothes made by analyzing the hair of the Blazing Fire Clan and the livestock they raised, using methods recorded in the ruins.

Although the clothing of most soldiers couldn’t match the elite of the Luo Ze Empire and couldn’t completely withstand the cold, at least it allowed them to move freely during this cold winter.

The Luo Ze soldiers valued cooperation in battle.

To ensure precise completion of their duties, each Luo Ze soldier required significant time and energy to cultivate.

This investment was worth it.

As long as the deployment was appropriate, the human army would exhibit extraordinary combat capabilities.

Previously, the setbacks at the Sailuomen Plain were all because of that damned weather, which prevented the Luo Ze Empire soldiers from performing at their best.

This year, there should be some improvement unless that guy shows up.

Stepping onto the Sailuomen Plain, on the way to the strategic stronghold Benliang City, a rookie soldier was panting, struggling to keep pace with the troops.

An older soldier walking alongside him reminded, ”Hey, recruit, your steps are off. Marching like this is exhausting. Follow the troops in front properly.”

”Sorry,” the recruit replied, quickly adjusting his pace, trying to keep in sync with the troops ahead.

However, before long, the recruit’s steps became disordered again.

The veteran walking beside him shook his head and glanced at the leading officer, ensuring the officer wouldn’t suddenly turn and reprimand him for breaking military discipline.

Only then did the veteran cautiously speak to the recruit again, re-teaching him the correct marching posture.

In the army, there are rules for everything. When resting, soldiers could chat freely.

The new recruit expressed gratitude to the veteran for his guidance, and before long, the two were chatting like ordinary neighbors.