Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 989 - 596: No Fools_2

Chapter 989: Chapter 596: No Fools_2

Under normal circumstances, such a power could export a large quantity of fish and meat products every year. During the spring, summer, and autumn seasons in Tun Marsh, they could barely maintain themselves, but winter would lead to a deficit. The Lizard Queen would be forced to enter intermittent dragon slumber to reduce consumption and occasionally had to resort to creating food with spells to satisfy cravings.

Without significant external trade, and given the Lizard Queen’s body type, which inevitably prevented her from flying far to raid, her accumulation of wealth was naturally quite pitiful.

This was also one of the reasons why they treated the news of Mickros bringing millions in wealth to them with such importance.

The first to speak was not the Lizard Queen, but her Court Minister, Spirit Soul Naga Alhasan, "What do you mean by showing us this? Do you propose that we go out and plunder beyond Tun Marsh? Exactly where is this footage from?"

The final question directly revealed the nature of the Lizard Queen’s Royal Court—they were a group of conservative, territorial locals, except that the power of these locals was extraordinarily strong. Their influence and information were limited to Tun Marsh and its surroundings; they could not affect, or rather, were not interested in other regions.

This was because their military formation was determined by their mode of life. Although the Lizardfolk were amphibious, they were quite dependent on water, especially in the summer. Their scale armor was water-based and required regular soaking in mud to prevent drying and shedding.

If they went more than three days without submerging in water for over an hour, they would be prone to severe dehydration, with their scales falling off to varying degrees.

This disease wouldn’t kill them, just like humans don’t die from losing nails, but it would leave their tender flesh exposed, which would be unbearably painful under the wind and sun.

This pain would last until they returned to their suitable living environment—their scales would continue to grow and shed endlessly.

This was why the living pace of the Lizardfolk was limited to marshes, freshwater lakes, and riversides. It was rare to see them in inland cities, except for those variants that had adapted to unique environments.

For example, the War Lizardfolk living in the Dark Domain, and the Aisebi Lizardfolk in the Enorok Great Desert—are said to exist. Then there are marine Lizardfolk who live only in coastal regions, among others; they all belong to one classification of Lizardfolk.

Mickros’s mind quickly synthesized the information, extracting numerous advantageous points from just one sentence, and he swiftly replied, "This group is called the Conqueror Army, but do not be misled by its name—it is not purely a military force, but a large migrant army.

It was initiated by a minor Baron Thacel named Gaven Nort in Darama, preparing to migrate to the Valley.

Initially cobbled together, they numbered only eighteen thousand or so. After reaching the Giant Dragon Coast, they recruited nearly twenty thousand more of the weak, sick, and elderly, claiming to be an army of a hundred thousand. In reality, it was just over forty thousand people, with the military force barely reaching five thousand.

Just this morning, they crossed Posku, the northernmost city of the Giant Dragon Coast, officially stepping into the Goblin Margins, heading north along the Wasteland Path. I believe it will take only two to three days for them to pass near Tun Marsh.

We have received accurate information that the Komeer Kingdom does not permit them to take the East Road, so they must forge a new path directly from the Wasteland Path to the High Road, traversing the entire Goblin Margins. The area between Tun Marsh and Far Sea Marsh is their best choice."

Mickros simply listed the intelligence in full, without infusing too much of his own opinion.

This was where his shrewdness lay—if he did so, whatever he said would just be someone else’s suggestion, which would greatly diminish the initiative.

If they formed ideas similar to his suggestions based on their own information, then those would be their own plans and ideas.

"They will be passing through Tun Marsh? And they have already set off? Why are you only telling me this essential information now?" Every question from the Lizard Queen was a decibel higher than the last, her head not just lifted up, but her limbs forcefully pushing off, as she managed to stand up from the ground.

For her, this was somewhat of a struggle, her unbelievably thick dragon legs slightly overwhelmed, giving off the impression of a mountain of flesh about to be bent under its own weight.

Her size was even more imposing while standing than lying down; her height and length were at most of giant stature, but her weight definitely crossed into the super giant category. From top to bottom, including her wings and tail tip, there wasn’t a place that wasn’t thick, all filled with solid lumps of flesh. Even the fat of a Giant Dragon was tougher than that of ordinary creatures.

Mickros had reason to doubt whether this individual could still take flight. Although Giant Dragon flight involved some magic factors, their own dragon wings played a dominant role. Once the dragon wings were injured, they would be forced to land.

The Lizard Queen’s dragon wings were indeed intact, but with such severe overweight, walking was already difficult, let alone the challenge of flying.

The last question from the Lizard Queen was obviously somewhat unreasonable.

Yet Mickros looked as if it were only to be expected, facing a Black Dragon known for its overbearing and arbitrary nature. Such reproaches were just an appetizer for him; the fact that he wasn’t immediately devoured wasn’t just because of the generous gifts given earlier, but also because larger interests were involved afterwards—she still needed him.