The man in the magical image was presumably human, his skin was pale, his body was covered in a thick black mist, he held a heavy book decorated with white bones in his right hand, and a crow with a knife-like gaze shot out of his eyes stood at his shoulder.

- You can see at a glance that it is not a good stubble!

"Listen up, lizardmen."

His voice was like the sound of metal scraping, and his eardrums trembled slightly.

"I declare the end of your tribe, put aside your resistance and join my army, and accept an equal death that will grant you no pain, or you will die after unimaginable torment, and your souls will be tormented forever as my spoils."

The huge magical image was large enough for all the fallen lizardmen to see, and the black-robed figure would be a nightmare for their entire lives.

"You've got five minutes to think about it, and enjoy the last five minutes."

The magical image shrank back into the orb, which shattered as if it had fulfilled its mission, shattering into metal shavings, as if to herald the future of the disobedient.

The undead wind still blows, and even the bravest lizardmen shudder through their hearts.

"Don't be overwhelmed by his momentum!"

The old patriarch roared, and the distracted clansmen looked at him.

"We've survived countless disasters, and this is just a part of what the Talon Tribe has been through, and everyone continues to act according to what I just ordered!"

Trust in the patriarch dispelled the fear of the undead, and the entire tribe of lizardmen was active again, as if nothing had happened except for the white bone vultures still hovering in the sky and the fear that could not be erased in their hearts.

But it was clear to everyone, including the patriarch, that the worst had happened, and that the other party was the eternal enemy of all living beings, the necromancer.

And the target is their claw tribe.

"Kuran, evacuate with your people immediately."

"Old man......"

The patriarch patted his grandson on the shoulder, he was still young and brave, but he was not smart enough, and he had time to slowly teach him everything about himself, but now I am afraid that he did not have the energy to think about it.

"Clansmen, I'll leave it all to you."

Gritting his teeth, Kuran slapped the patriarch's hand away and turned to walk towards the retreating clansmen, because he didn't want the old man to see his embarrassed side.

"Heh, Curran is finally obedient for once."

"It's rare, this kid doesn't accept anyone."

The old guys around the patriarch joked, as if they had dropped everything.

"Yes, but he'll be a good patriarch and will definitely surpass me"

The old patriarch also turned to look at the warriors who had gathered around him at some point.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back to the campfire and eat fresh fish this time."

"You can't let young people do that."

"If we old bones can die for the glory of the tribe, our ancestors will definitely greet us with a smile and open arms."

The lizardmen are very united, this is a concept formed in the harsh natural environment, as long as it is for the survival and reproduction of the tribe, no matter how dangerous, even if there is no life, they will not hesitate to stride forward.

"The Last Five Minutes ......"

There were only five minutes, which was far from enough time for all the people to evacuate, and the lack of part was only fought for by them.

"Let the necromancer show you, the backbone of our Talon Tribe!"

"Oh!!"

The wind and rain seem to be more urgent, but it can't dampen the fighting spirit of the lizardmen.

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The rain gradually became lighter, which was normal for a thundershower.

But the dark clouds overhead still showed no sign of dissipating, and the thunder gathered in the clouds became more dense, making the black clouds look as if they were wrapped in golden threads.

A slight rustle gradually echoed in the lizardmen's ears, and at first they thought it was a light sound caused by the wind blowing through the leaves of the vegetation, but they soon realized that the sound was too neat and getting louder.

"It's the undead! The quantity, the quantity is unknown, there are too many! ”

The scouts on the tower informed the fighters below, which was not good news.

"Are you here......

At the edge of the tribe, an army of undead creatures of skeletons and zombies can be seen emerging from the shadows, like demons crawling out of the underworld.

"Hey, kidding, it's ...... amount."

"Could it be that the entire undead of the swamp have been mobilized by him?"

The undead marched in a neat pace, and for the undead who acted only on the basis of their abomination of the living, their movements were too regular, apparently controlled by someone.

And the number is unusually large.

Just now the number of undead creatures who came out of the swamp and came to the clearing in front of the tribe has exceeded two thousand, and the lizardmen also see more undead creatures coming out of the shadows in a steady stream, as if endlessly.

"Grant you an equal death without pain...... Why?"

The old patriarch was holding a war hammer, and if it weren't for the lizardman's few expressions, he would have smiled wryly by now.

"There's really no bragging."

The army of undead creatures did not stop, nor did they let out any meaningless roars, they just continued to move forward in silence, and the silence was chilling.

They don't exist at all as if the lizardmen tribe wasn't far away, and perhaps to them and the necromancer behind them, the Talon tribe was nothing more than a pebble run over by a wheel, not worth mentioning.

But even if it is a stone, he will want to struggle to survive, even if he is crushed to pieces, he will never let the wheels run over in vain!

"The preparations for the retreat are complete, but there are too many undead and they are surrounding us."

"Let the people evacuate from the rear, there should be some gaps there to escape, and Kuran should know how to do it."

There are so many undead that the whole tribe has been surrounded by them.

It takes time to move around an area, with the front and sides naturally being the fastest, and the rear being the slowest, and there is a glimmer of life.

And this line of life is not so easy to win, the time is too short, so what to do now is to contain the enemy's troops from the front, delay the encirclement of the other party, and buy time for the retreat of the clansmen.

"All warriors!"

The old patriarch raised his war hammer and shouted fearlessly in the face of the undead creatures who strode forward:

"Charge me!"

"Oooh!!"

The remaining 80 lizardmen warriors roared and followed their patriarch towards the silent army of the undead, a mere 80 in number, a moth to a fire in the face of a barely visible undead army, and the burning will made them willing to sacrifice their lives.

"Warriors! Your ancestors are watching you! Don't let your ancestors be dishonored! ”

The old patriarch smashed the skull of a skeleton with a hammer, shouting morale-boosting words as he led the attack.

Each lizardman has to face more than five enemies, but skeletons and zombies are not of high level, and when facing elite troops, the advantage of a large number of miscellaneous soldiers will take a little time to come into play.

And this time is exactly what they need to fight for.

The scene has become a completely unequal number of battlefields, and the sound of bones cracking continues to sound, and there is no way to pose much threat to the lizardman warriors at the level of 10~15 levels of skeletons and zombies for the time being.

But they are undead, they have no pain, no morale, no will, and no upper limit of stamina.

As long as the fire of the undead is not extinguished, the undead can move forward endlessly!

These guys are only numerous, and there are no tactics at all, does he think that he can overwhelm us with just numbers?

Or is the other party underestimating the enemy?

The old patriarch secretly calculated in his heart, if it was really the other party who underestimated the enemy, it would be better, this time let our side buy more time!

"Ahh

Interrupting the old patriarch's contemplation, he looked at the source of the scream, one of the old men who had accompanied him from birth to death, and he had been stabbed in the chest with long knives by two skeletons with knives and shields.

Skeleton Soldiers! Could it be that this is the main force of the other side!?

Although the difference between skeletons and skeleton soldiers in appearance is that the latter carries weapons, their combat effectiveness is by no means the same.

"Shrink the line! Don't be careless, there are skeleton soldiers among them! ”

With the patriarch's order, the lizardman troops that had originally spread out the shock formation quickly shrank into a circle formation.

That being said, it was not so easy to change formation, and several more lizardmen fell under the skeletal soldiers' knives during this time.

But the circle was finally formed.

The lizardman warriors who left behind to resist were all skilled soldiers, who had experienced countless battles in their lives, and with their help, even if the undead creatures that surrounded them were all skeleton soldiers, they could hold out for a while longer.

However, there is something called Murphy's Law, and the more you don't want it to happen, the more likely it is to happen.

The soft hum of the crossbow sounded in his ears, and the old patriarch pulled the war hammer from the zombie's skull and raised his eyes to look.

"Rain of arrows! Hold on to the vital points! ”

Bone arrows rained down like a rain of arrows, targeting the lizardmen in a circle.

Is it just my delusion to underestimate the enemy! The other party actually calculated that we formed a circle formation!

The dense rain of arrows is not lethal to the scattered troops, but it is explosive to the dense formation. It is clear that the other side did it on purpose.

Some of the lizardmen held rudimentary wooden shields in their hands, and many more simply used their broad palms to protect their heads, but in this way, they had a lot of arrows stuck in their left hands, which was the result of the lizardmen's use of natural scale armor protection, and if they were replaced by other mortal races, they might have been finished in this round of arrow rain.

And the offensive is not over.

The white vultures hovering in the sky surged down, following the arrows, spotting the moment the lizardmen defended themselves against the arrows, and cooperating with the skeleton soldiers on the ground to launch a surprise attack on the lizardmen.

"Fight back! Counterattack! ”

Smashing a vulture trying to grab his head, the old patriarch yelled.

Buy a little more time, a little more! A little more!

Even if there are fewer and fewer soldiers following him, even if the hope is getting slimmer and slimmer, he still unswervingly implements his goals.

Buy time for your people, even if it's an extra second.

At this moment, he felt a slight tremor under his feet, a bit like an earthquake, but more like something huge was moving.

- Long !!

A twenty-meter-tall dirt giant rose from the swamp in sight, its roar causing the lizardman to breathe.

Earth Elemental Elder?!

No, alchemical creatures?

The clay giant's forehead was carved with magical words, and its chest lit up with a red glow like lava, the light emitted by the operation of the alchemy core.

Kuran, my grandson, your grandfather is returning to his ancestors today.....

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