Countless thoughts were in turmoil.
Taking a deep breath, calming his mood, his eyes became determined.
No matter what happens, as long as he's strong enough, he can fend off any change!
Right now, he continues to arrange the fishing operation.
Looking at the enslaved Two-winged Demons one by one, his mood improved again.
Recently, there have been few things that excite him so much; this secretive development is very satisfying.
Catching a fish equals harvest.
Like a money jar spitting out gold coins continuously.
But this joy didn't last long; in the afternoon... the Beastman army's vanguard unit - the Wolf Riders, arrived at the Swamp.
This Beastman army, numbering over 500,000, is about to make a move on the Swamp!
He immediately pulled his thoughts away from fishing and turned his gaze toward the Beastmen.
