The lizardfolk of the Dead Swamp feed on fish and insects, and although their digestive tract can digest vegetarian food, due to environmental factors, they do not cultivate crops, and the wild fruits or roots they collect are mainly used as reserve food.

The first to be consumed is definitely fresh food that cannot be stored for a long time, and air-dried fish and dried insect meat are reserved for emergency use later.

On the other hand, when they had to flee their homeland after being surrounded by an army of undead creatures, being able to get raw fish from other tribes for lunch was a great boost to the morale of the lizardmen.

But Ann is not really a lizardman......

He wasn't interested in sashimi in the first place, and besides, these lizardmen didn't even dig out the internal organs when they ate fish, they just threw it in their mouths and gnawed it.

The strong earthy smell of freshwater fish rushed straight to his nose, and An Yizhi almost didn't vomit when he saw it.

What is cultural difference?

That's it.

But if you don't eat it, you will show flaws.

Because for the lizardmen, raw fish is their favorite food, and it is extremely delicious.

In the face of the plump raw fish, a lizardman who didn't even want to touch it was very disobedient no matter how you looked at it.

But then again, holding the raw fish and gnawing directly to avoid exposure, this price is too big for An Yizhi, and it is too disgusting, he would rather just turn his face and take out the Book of the Dead to serve it in a pot than follow the example of other lizardmen to gnaw on raw fish.

Fortunately, An Yizhi pointed out that this person has a good ability to adapt, and he thought of a solution with a roll of his eyes.

He reached out and sliced open the belly of the fish with the sharp claws characteristic of the lizardmen, pulled out the entrails and everything, then found a branch and threaded it, and threw it on the edge of the freshly lit campfire.

Such an unusual move certainly caught the attention of others, especially Curran and Byron, who had been by his side all the time.

"Ann, why don't you just eat it? After baking, the fat is gone, and it doesn't taste good. ”

"Yes, the best thing about this fish is its delicious and mellow fat."

Looking at the puzzled eyes of the two, An Yizhi fiddled with the bonfire very indifferently and said:

"It's really not delicious after being roasted, but it can kill the parasites in the fish's body, and eating cooked food can greatly improve the utilization rate of calories and reduce the burden on the digestive system, so eating cooked food for a long time will lead to a longer life."

Curran Byron: "I don't understand. ”

“……”

I almost forgot that the knowledge of the lizardman is still at the level of a primitive person, but in this way, it will appear that An Yizhi is very knowledgeable, so it is not bad.

"Simply put, you can live longer if you eat cooked food."

Byron waved his mutilated claws and said:

"Hey, what's the use of living that long? Life is all about having fun in time. ”

Curran has a different opinion:

"No, Ann is right, it does work to live a long time, especially for Ann."

Someone finally got to the point!

"I'm a messenger, and I have to pass on the knowledge in my head to as many tribes as possible, so I need to live longer."

As soon as these words came out, the two of them were immediately in awe, and their eyes looked at An Yizhi as if they were looking at a saint.

For the lizardmen, who could give up everything for the sake of the tribe, these words were deeply respected.

Successfully avoided the disgust of eating raw fish, and also gained the respect of the lizard people, the so-called fool is probably like this.

- Even though the fish was still very unpalatable without any ingredients!

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After lunch, the combined team of lizardmen of the Talon and Dragonbone tribes hit the road again.

Such a large number of people in the swamp attract a large number of monsters to peep, but the Dragonbone Tribe is a well-known martial arts faction, even among the highly martial lizardmen tribe, which is a special tribe that regards force as everything.

Therefore, they have more soldiers than the Talon tribe that far outnumber them, and with these escorts and the lizardmen themselves, they have a lot of combat effectiveness, but they don't have to worry too much about the monsters that appear sporadically.

Moreover, the army of undead creatures that forced the Talon tribe to flee for their lives were left far behind them, and as long as they did not encounter a large swarm, they were safe.

The journey to the Darkscale Tribe was long, and it would take more than half a day to reach it at the speed of a lizardman, which was about twice the distance from Talon to the Dragonbone Tribe.

Along the way, An Yizhi gave full play to what is called acting, and the two lizardman patriarchs, Kuran and Byron, were stunned for a while, and the material mainly came from the herbal knowledge obtained from chatting with Hela and the anecdotes he got when he arranged the copies many times, and it was enough to change the protagonist to a lizardman with a slight modification.

If his reputation among the lizardmen was respect before, now it can be described by the word worship at all, and if he continues to flicker, maybe An Yizhi can establish a cult or something among the lizardmen.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set and the sun turned orange and yellow that the trail of the Darkscale Tribe finally appeared in front of me.

Compared to the Talon Tribe, the Darkscale Tribe is much more advanced and wealthy.

They carved out a large clearing in the swamp, with three layers of wooden walls of about 4 meters forming a defensive position against monsters, and there were even rudimentary traps that resembled traps on the periphery.

It is more than twice the size of the Talon tribe, and the buildings are more luxurious.

- though only in lizardmen-level luxury.

The scouts who came here first to inform them had already told the patriarch of the Darkscale Tribe all about what had happened, so by the time An Yizhi arrived, the Darkscale Tribe was ready to receive these fleeing compatriots, and even a temporary place to live.

Mixed with the team, An Yizhi carefully observed everything in the Darkscale Tribe, and he found that this tribe was the most civilized tribe of lizardmen.

This is mainly reflected in their daily necessities, such as clothes, utensils, houses, and so on.

There are many things that lizardmen can't make, the simplest example is the metal nails they use to hold defenses, this thing seems to have little technical content, but lizardmen don't know how to smelt at all, and it is impossible to make metal nails with regular shapes.

Also, the makeshift houses for the lizardmen of the Talon and Dragonbone tribes are also problematic, and they are simply adventurers' tents sold in grocery stores!

Being able to take into account all aspects of life can never be done by going out to rob occasionally, after all, there is a lot of randomness in what is robbed and robbed, and the lizard people do not have enough intelligence sources outside, so it is impossible to accurately aim at all daily necessities to rob.

Someone finances the Darkscales, or someone uses them to trade with the lizardmen.

Once Kuran and Byron had settled their people, they took Ann and went to the leader of the Darkscale Tribe to discuss strategies against the undead.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the three of them saw a human dressed luxuriously dressed and full of the atmosphere of an upstart tyrant coming out of the patriarch's hut.

Priest of the Temple of Waukin!

"Humans?"

Curran and Byron immediately lowered their bodies, as if ready to fight at any moment.

The priest of Waujin didn't even bother to look at them, he just snorted and walked away on his own, walking towards the gate of the Darkscale Tribe.

Seeing that the lizardmen of the Darkscale Tribe on the road did not attack the priest, as if it had become a habit for him to come here, Byron and Kuran did not move, but it was very strange why there were humans.

At this moment, a lizardman who was very tall even by the standards of a lizardman came out of the hut and happened to see the three of them at the door.

"You're finally here."

He is the patriarch of the Darkscales, Moor.

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Moore was about the same as a middle-aged human being, and it wasn't that Ann could tell the age from the lizard's face, and the judgment was based on the fact that the other party's voice was more mature.

Moreover, as a lizardman, Moore has the most scars on his body than the three lizardmen patriarchs in the hut.

Scars are the honor of the lizardmen, and they are also a proof of their strength, and it is impossible for ordinary lizardmen to have so many scars, because they can't survive the lack of medical treatment, and they will hang up before the wounds become scars.

An Yizhi estimates that Moore is probably close to level 40, or even exceeded, and it is not a problem for enemies of this level to fight head-on, but if they are attacked by a sneak attack, they are likely to suffer a big loss, so they must be careful not to be seen in their next speeches.

The identity of the messenger did play a big role, and the patriarch of the Darkscale Tribe, Moore, did not have any suspicions, and immediately invited the three of them into the hut to discuss the response to the approaching army of undead creatures.

After introducing himself without any nutrition, the grinning Byron immediately couldn't help asking:

"What happened to that human just now?"

"Oh, he's here to trade."

"Deal?"

Moore spread his hands and said to the three men:

"Everything in the tribe was obtained through trading with him, and if it weren't for him, we would have lost a lot of people in the famine some time ago."

"What purpose do they have?"

It was not An Yizhi who asked this sentence, such a direct question may cause the other party to be suspicious, and An Yizhi, who planned to slowly pull out the information, would not do this, and it was Curran who spoke.

"All they need is dirt in the heart of the swamp."

"Dirt? What's the use? ”

Moore shook his head:

"I don't know what the humans think, they provide us with a lot of necessities and even weapons, all we need is dirt, and occasionally let us rob merchant ships at sea."

Robbing merchant ships at sea?

This reminded Ann of his first visit to Lopvan, when he was attacked by a lizardman...... It appears that the attacker is none other than the Lizardmen of the Darkscale Tribe.

In that case, it was the idea of the Waujin Temple to cut off the trade route from Canso City to Lopwen?

But again, why?

Is cutting off trade routes any good for the Temple of Waukin? Or do they care about the cargo on the merchant ship and don't want to do it themselves?

Things are getting more and more interesting, but An Yizhi didn't rush to ask directly, after all, the lizardman in front of him is a guy who often deals with humans, and his mind may be much more flexible than Curran and Byron, two guys who lack hearts, and he doesn't want to be seen as flawed.