"The front ones speed up, and the back ones keep up!"

"Be optimistic about your children, and let your parents transport them if you can't keep up."

"Don't panic, we're far away from the undead, pay attention to order."

The only 20 soldiers left in the Talon tribe maintained order in the ranks, after all, it was a team of several hundred people, and it would be difficult to reorganize it if it was chaotic.

These lizardmen had escaped the undead army not long ago, far from the land where they had lived for generations.

Despite the loss of most of the supplies, at least people are still alive.

They were able to escape, except for the 5 minutes given by the other party at the beginning, the most important thing was that the old patriarch seemed to have no plan to launch a counter-charge against the undead troops.

Even if the number is huge, no matter how obedient the undead are, it will take time to launch a formation to surround the Claw Tribe, not to mention that most of the undead are not moving fast.

The counter-charge launched by the old patriarch, like a baffle, made the advancing undead troops have to go around, although the detour will not waste much time, only about a dozen seconds.

Those seconds were the key to the lizardmen's escape, otherwise their personnel responsible for transporting the only supplies would be surrounded by skeletons due to their slow movements.

It is precisely because of these more than ten seconds that the lizardmen who escaped from the tribe did not encounter decent resistance, except for some scattered undead creatures when breaking through, they did not encounter any danger on the road.

In any case, it is a team of several hundred people, even if you remove the old, young, sick and disabled, not counting the 20 full-time warriors, and only the adult lizardmen armed with crude weapons such as clubs, a small group of skeletons still can't pose a threat to them. After all, ordinary skeletons are so weak that even human farmers can fight two without pressure.

But once the undead form a large army, it is an existence that even the dragon has to go around.

That's why the lizardmen have been trotting for more than half an hour, and they still haven't stopped.

The other party is an undead creature who is ignorant and has no physical strength, and must run as far as possible.

And now the big question is, where to go.

Or where is it safe?

Normally, the fallen lizardfolk will go to the nearest tribe for help, and if they can't provide more help, they will leave some of the people that the tribe can accept and continue to the next tribe until all of them are settled.

However, this is a response to a natural disaster, and it is not very effective in the face of an army of undead creatures. The ghost knows if the mage who controls the undead creatures will destroy the Talon tribe and continue to name all the lizardmen tribes in the Swamp of the Dead.

Want to escape from the Swamp of the Dead?

This is also quite undesirable.

Not to mention that the lizardmen who have lived in the swamp all their lives know very little about where the outside world is suitable for survival, the reputation of the lizardmen alone makes it difficult for them to move an inch in the outside world, and the mortal race is wary of the lizardmen and even excludes them, mainly because these guys run out to burn and loot when they encounter a shortage of resources, and it is no wonder that their reputation can be good.

Soldiers who occasionally scout at the edge of the Swamp of the Dead are more aware that there are numerous human armies outside the Swamp of the Dead, which have escaped to defend against lizardmen and monsters within the swamp.

If it's one or two people, it's okay, they can always find a gap to get out, but there are hundreds of people in the team, and as long as humans are not blind, it is impossible not to find them.

The fate of the Talon tribe is in the hands of the patriarch, which is the right and responsibility of being a human being.

And the new patriarch of the Talon tribe......

"Patriarch, where should we go now?"

"Bastard!"

The title of patriarch seemed to touch a nerve in Kuran, and he bared his teeth and roared:

"I'm not a patriarch yet! The patriarch is an old man, and he will soon be joined by the other warriors! The old man will not lose to those bone frames! ”

His loud roar certainly drew the attention of the clansmen, and when they looked at their hopeful eyes, Kuran was stunned.

What the hell did I say!

The old man has obviously entrusted his clan to me, but I am like a child!

Lose face!

I'm smearing the old man's face!

Curran clenched his fist, as if he had punched himself in the face with all his strength, his teeth loosened and the corners of his mouth oozed blood.

"I'm much more awake now."

He looked at his tired people and calculated the distance.

"Tell everyone to rest in place, let the soldiers patrol the neighborhood, and send two more people to scout along the way we came, and see if those skeletons haven't caught up."

"Yes!"

The order was passed down in an orderly manner, and the team of lizardmen, who had been trotting forward, rested in place.

Even if the lizardman is physically fit, it is very dangerous to continue running, knowing that there are many threats in the swamp, and the undead are only one of them.

In order to conserve physical strength, the clansmen must be given time to rest.

This time was bought by the old patriarch and the warriors who remained in the tribe, and no matter how much Kuran hoped that the tribe would continue to go, he had to compromise.

The order to rest in place was placed, and the team of lizardmen fleeing for their lives came to a standstill in an orderly manner.

The lizardmen in their prime are fine, at least they still have the strength to cooperate with the soldiers to guard the surroundings, and the old man and the child are completely unable to walk.

"I'll go around and see if there's any clean water, and you stay here to protect everyone."

Due to the urgency of the situation, the lizardmen fled with only the necessary supplies and no water. However, there are not many water sources in the swamp that can be used by lizardmen to drink, so instead of carrying clean water, it is better to use the weight to carry more food.

After instructing the soldiers, Kuran stepped into the bushes on the left side of the line.

If it was an old man, what would he do?

Searching for water, Curran couldn't help but think.

There are only twenty soldiers, and it will be difficult to deal with any danger if they encounter it, especially since the movement in the depths of the swamp has caused the actions of the insect monsters to become more and more aggressive.

The longer you spend in the field, the higher the likelihood of encountering danger.

This means that it is not feasible to walk long distances to the relatively safe areas of the swamp edge, and you may end up dead on the way.

What's more, there is a more realistic problem.

Food.

Originally, the lizardmen had prepared a lot of food, which was prepared to deal with the threat of the insect king, as long as the insect swarm showed signs of forming a scale, they would bring all the materials to transfer as soon as possible, save some use, and those foods would be enough for the tribe to survive this difficult period.

But the attack of the undead army caused them to simply not have enough time to bring all the supplies, and now the supplies they carried were only enough for the group to eat for two or three days, and they would not save more than a week.

This is a very dangerous number, because in such a short period of time they have to find a safe place with plenty of food to return to their normal lives.

- It's simply an impossible task.

Once again, the relocation of the lizardmen is not an act of one or two people picking up their bags and leaving, and every step must be carefully calculated and prepared to ensure the life of each clan.

I can only go to the Dragon Bone Tribe for help.

The Dragonbone Tribe is the closest tribe of lizardmen to the Talon Tribe, and with the unity habits of the lizardmen, they are sure to provide some help.

But don't expect much either.

The Dragonbone Tribe is a weaker tribe than the Talon Tribe, with no more than 300 people in the entire clan, so you can imagine how much help they can provide.

But reality left Curran with no choice.

Long journeys will greatly increase the possibility of encountering danger, and going to the Dragonbone Tribe will not help much, at most it will be a run with the people of the Dragonbone Tribe, knowing that the terrifying undead army is chasing after you unhurriedly.

"Damn!"

Kuran punched the trunk of a tree beside him, tearing the bark apart.

He is far from being ready to be a patriarch, and he is not qualified in terms of mentality or brainpower.

There are only two paths left for him, either to force himself to mature quickly and become a qualified patriarch under the stimulation of harsh environments, or to lead the whole clan to death.

There is no third option!

The harsher the environment, the fiercer the competition for survival, and the swamp is clearly not a good place to live.

Food shortages, disease, monster attacks, bad weather, any of which have the potential to destroy a tribe of lizardfolk in an instant.

They relied on this cruel law of survival of the fittest, step by step to get to where they are today, if the Talon tribe can't survive this catastrophe, it is also nature's choice.

The reality is so cruel, there is not a trace of mercy at all.

"In short, go to the Dragon Bone Tribe first to find a place for the clansmen to stay, and then discuss countermeasures......

Kuran remembered that the Dragonbone Tribe Patriarch was one of the most powerful of the Lizardmen Tribe of the Dead Swamp.

The lizardman is martial and worships the strong, and when he is desperate, Kuran immediately thinks of going to him to discuss.

Peeling back the vines in front of you, you will see a small pond.

The edge of the pond is covered with moss and is slippery.

Curran cautiously approached, scooping a little water into his mouth with his wide palm.

It is living water and can be drunk.

For many mortal races, this pond is far from a drinkable standard, but the stomach of the lizardmen is quite strong, and for them the duckweed-full water is already a drinkable standard.

Just as he was about to turn around and call for someone to come and fetch water, Kuran suddenly heard a continuous sound of water, as if something had come out of the water.

He quickly pulled out the two scimitars at his waist, and the next moment he saw a huge python emerge from the pond, and the splash of water hit him in the face.

Anacones!

As soon as the thought came to him, he felt a huge force hit the twin knives in his hands, and the two scimitars fell not far away, rolling on the moss-covered rocks.

Not good!

Frogs are the most fearsome woodland hunters, and in the swamps, they are even more powerful. Not only can creatures lurk underwater for water, but they can also swim under the soft dirt as if they were swimming in the water, launching a surprise attack on any enemy that comes close to it.

The most difficult thing to deal with is that the forest python is extremely powerful, and the scales covering its body make it difficult to catch.

Cullan's attempt to grab the worm with his hand failed, and he was knocked to the ground by its tail.

- Scared!

The Snake opened its jaws, and even though the Lizardman was a bit big for the Snake, it still intended to swallow Kuran alive.

And at this critical moment, Curran heard a low shout from behind the forest python.

"Strength rises!"

A circle of bright red scorching light drew a perfect arc, and the upper half of the body of the forest snake was cut off by the arc light.

Kuran, who had escaped death, looked at it, and saw what kind of arc light it was, it was clearly a double-edged axe with a blazing heat, and the one holding the axe was a lizardman covered in scars and gray-black scales......