The cold-blooded cavalry couldn't keep up, so they simply split into three columns.
The massive emergence of underworld monsters squeezed the living space of the original wilderness races, and this time, the hunt mostly yielded underground life forms.
Lear didn't mind; as long as they were sentient beings, he'd collect them.
After all, they were to be tools for the Master of Heart Eating, whether human or beast, it didn't matter.
As dusk fell, they had gathered over three thousand beings, from as many as seven or eight races.
The swamp boggarts played a huge role in this process. As soon as they sang, the captives obediently joined the ranks without needing supervision.
They even charged to attack during battles.
It made Lear feel delighted.
He remembered how he had used the swamp boggarts in the past.
With a bountiful harvest for the day, Lear didn't stay longer and returned quietly to the swamp by eight in the evening.
