"Don't run! Wait for me! ”

"Haha, you don't catch up with me!"

The two young lizardmen ran and played happily, but the one in front of them apparently didn't know what a flag was, and tripped over a small puddle of water as soon as he finished speaking.

The soft mud and thick scales won't hurt a fallen lizardman, but it's certain that you'll be wrapped up in a mud monkey look.

The other little lizardman who had been chasing him jumped hard and pressed against the lizardman who had fallen in front of him:

"Got you! Give me back my clams."

Usually, even if you are caught, you will definitely struggle with all your might. Just as the fight between lion cubs is to learn the skills of survival in the future, so are the martial lizardmen.

But this time it was different, and his companion lying in the muddy water raised his head straight, which made the little lizardman a little puzzled, and he followed his companion's gaze to the sky.

And in the sky, a large dark cloud is rapidly forming, it is like a large piece of ink falling into the water and cannot be dissolved.

- Boom!

The deafening roar of thunder caused the little lizardman to shrink his head, and the rolling thunder snake was densely wrapped around the dark clouds, making no secret of its devastating power.

The dark clouds soon extended and obscured the entire tribe, and it was strange that if you looked farther away, you could see the still clear sky and bright sunshine.

The wind howled in a rage, bringing with it an aura that unsettled all living creatures, and a rain of beans fell in a trickling stream.

"Tell everyone to take up their weapons, and the women and children to hide!!"

"Patrolman, did you see anything?"

"Nothing, but the wind and rain are so unusual!"

The conversation between the adult lizardmen caused the two children to wake up from a dream, and they jumped up and went back to their homes without wondering why there was a thunderstorm.

The outermost building of the tribe, a rudimentary circular building made of straw and mud, was the house of the patriarch.

The patriarch is obliged to protect the tribe, so he always lives on the outermost periphery.

Inside the room, a bonfire burns brightly, providing heat to the lizardmen surrounding it.

Lizardfolk are veritable cold-blooded creatures, they need sunlight or fire to help them maintain their body temperature, thunderstorms are just as uncomfortable for them, and this is no ordinary thundershower.

"That dark cloud, there is no doubt that it is not a natural formation, and I can feel that its caster is very powerful."

The old lizardman was covered in horrible scars, and the old twisted scars of the lizardman were all the more hideous.

For the lizardmen, scars are a symbol of honor, especially on the front of their bodies and faces, which are proof of their heroic battles.

However, even the battle-hardened old patriarch had never encountered such a formidable enemy.

"Rumor has it that there is a spell in magic that can manipulate the weather, and only a very small number of powerful mages can use it."

The patriarch looked at the clansmen gathered around the bonfire and said in an eternally calm tone:

"Hopefully all we see is the aftermath of his fight with someone or something, if his goal is ...... us"

The patriarch didn't make it clear, but the lizardmen present knew very well how terrifying a powerful spellcaster was.

They can summon thunder, wave their hands to spill flames, spray strong acid that melts everything, freeze everything with just their eyes, and even shuttle through space to stop time.

The mountains were only a slight obstacle in front of them, and the sea was just a pond with more water, and even the gods who sat on the nine heavens, casting their eyes on the mortal world, were objects to be slaughtered in the eyes of the caster.

The legend of the caster has been passed down through generations of lizards like a nightmare, and they are horror stories used to scare the cubs into obedience, but when the story becomes a reality, once they become enemies of the truly powerful caster, they will be ruined.

This is not alarmist or unfounded rumors.

The social structure of the lizardfolk led to a shortage of the necessities of life, and once the number of fish as a staple food decreased, they had to go out and rob mortal caravans and ships to supplement their insufficiency.

At the same time, the risk and sacrifice of going out to rob will reduce the number of lizardmen, thus reducing the supply pressure of necessities.

It's a rather helpless, and fairly balanced measure.

However, once the robbery touches the hard stubble that pierces the hand, it will lead to an uncontrollable sharp decrease in the number of lizardmen, or even the entire clan will be wiped out.

Usually, they are very unlucky to encounter a powerful spellcaster.

"Has anyone recently gone out to rob a human caravan against orders?"

The other lizardmen looked at each other and shook their heads.

"If it's not our tribe, it's possible that other tribes have provoked the caster."

Being shot while lying down is undoubtedly the worst, because in the eyes of humans, lizardmen are basically the same except for the slight difference in the color of their scales. It is very likely that other tribes provoked the wrong people when they robbed, and they came to the door but accidentally found them.

"How are the people's evacuation preparations?"

The other lizardman replied:

"Most of it was ready, just the food part ......"

"Take as much as you can, if the other party is coming towards us, we must let them evacuate immediately."

Everyone sighed in unison, because of the traces of the insect king in the swamp, they had already made preparations for evacuation in advance, but they didn't expect that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the preparation was only less than one-third completed, and now they were facing the point of having to act immediately.

"Old man! How can you say such frustrating words! ”

A young lizardman sitting at the very end stood up with a clattering tail:

"What a spellcaster, I don't believe he can block my punch! You, who once made all the tribal leaders praise you as a 'glorious warrior', actually want to run away without a fight? ”

"Kuran, sit down ......"

"But! Old man......"

"Sit down!"

The old lizardman had an unmistakable look in his eyes, and the young lizardman sat back in a huff.

"How many fighters do we have now that can fight?"

"There are 100 skilled warriors, and the females in charge of production can also help in the battle as a last resort."

"The problem is that the weapons are not ...... enough"

"Yes, that's the biggest problem."

Lizardfolk do not know how to smelt iron, and due to their closed habits and poor relations with other intelligent races, they have never been able to learn smelting techniques from other races, not to mention that there is not enough ore in their habitat.

The metal weapons of the lizardmen are usually looted, and the more rudimentary ones are simply made of sturdy wooden sticks and stones, or crude bows and arrows.

"Get everyone ready for battle, send twenty young and strong escorts from among the skilled warriors to leave, and leave the rest with me to defend against the enemy."

The old patriarch looked at the puffing Kuran:

"Kuran, you leave with your people"

"What?! No! I'm going to fight with you, old man! ”

"Fool, you are the next patriarch, you have an obligation to protect the safety of your clan, you have an obligation to continue our tribe, do you want your clan to spin around like headless flies in the swamp!"

"But old man, if the enemy is really as strong as you say......"

"So, let's use our old bones as each other's punching bags."

The old lizardman said as if he had a last word:

"You remember, Curran, that from this day forward, your every action is no longer your personal will, and you carry the weight of all the falls."

Kuran unwillingly smashed his fist on the ground, and after a while, he smashed the tamped soil into a deep pit, he knew that every word the old man said was correct, and the tribe could only reproduce so far thanks to the guidance of the patriarch, but he still couldn't accept this reality in his heart.

And at this moment, the voice of the scout sounded outside the door:

"Report Patriarch, Wind ......"

Curran, who was sitting near the doorway, replied irritably:

"What's wrong with the wind? Hurry up! ”

"There's something wrong with the wind..... it's like it, and I don't know how to describe it."

Regardless of whether the other party is coming towards you or not, once something is out of the ordinary, the situation must have changed somehow.

After listening to the scout's report, the lizardmen who had been in the house poured out of the hut one by one, braving the wind and rain to look at the swamp, which looked even more eerie in the rain.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the water droplets converged into silver threads and flowed down the eaves.

The wind, roaring and blowing it away, was like the breath of a giant beast, and every terrible sound of the wind made the lizards present nervous.

What's even more terrifying is the smell of the wind.

It was a strong abomination that disturbed all living creatures, a rancid aura, a magic that represented death.

Undead! A mage who controls the undead, a mage that scares everyone in the multiverse.

- Necromancer.

I haven't encountered it for many years, this feeling that makes the flesh and blood under the scales tremble!

The old patriarch immediately decided:

"Let the people evacuate immediately, and all the warriors will build defensive positions! We need to buy time for our people to escape as much as possible! ”

"Yes!"

Orders were passed down as quickly as possible, and the lizardmen's efficient mobilization ability allowed them to respond to any emergencies as quickly as possible, after all, there are dangers in the swamp, and it is not so easy to mix and eat here.

Soon, the first line of defense, consisting of wooden horses and improvised fences, was constructed, and even if it could have been crudely evaluated from the perspective of the position, it could only have been done to this extent due to the limited time.

"There's something in the swamp! A big bunch! ”

The scout standing on the wooden tower shouted:

"It's a vulture, it's a vulture with only bones!"

When the scout finished speaking, the patriarch who commanded the formation of the position on the ground saw a flock of white bone vultures rising from the forest, they did not make a shrill cry, but the bones that had long been rotted before their wings moved would make a slight clicking sound, and this slight sound quickly turned into an unpleasant noise with the blessing of the huge number.

"Everyone's on alert! Don't be the first to do it! ”

There is still a glimmer of life in his heart, in case the other party is not coming towards him, his own side will attack first and anger the controller of the white bone vulture.

The lizardmen raised their bows and arrows, and with solemn expressions, watched vigilantly at the vultures circling overhead.

"Hey, old man, something seems to have fallen!"

Kuran pointed to the sky, and everyone saw a black orb fall, right in front of them.

The crowd didn't flee in all directions, because if it was some kind of magic item that would release the undead virus, it would be useless to escape.

The sphere was about the size of a basketball, and it was all black, like something made of metal.

It landed in the muddy water about three to five meters in front of the lizardman and made a thud.

But it's not a terrible weapon, and it doesn't have a virus that can transform living things into the undead.

What's that?

There was a series of question marks popping up in the lizardman's head, and some of them didn't know why.

Then they saw a magical image pop up above the orb, revealing a ...... in a black robe Humanoids.