Chapter 927

"Don't run! Wait for me!"

"Ha ha, you don't catch up with me!"

Two young lizards ran and played happily, but the one in front obviously didn't know what flag was. As soon as he finished, he tripped over a small puddle.

The soft mud and thick scales won't hurt the falling lizard, but it's certain to be wrapped like a mud monkey.

Another little lizard man who had been running after him jumped hard and pressed on the lizard man who fell in front of him:

"I got you! Give me back my clams."

Usually, even if you are caught, you will try your best to struggle. Just as the fighting between young lions is to learn the skills of survival in the future, so is the warrior lizard man.

But this time, the companion lying in the mud raised his head, which made the little lizard man a little confused. He looked at the sky along his companion's eyes.

In the sky, a large dark cloud is forming rapidly. It is like a large area of ink falling into the water.

——Boom!

The deafening thunder made the little lizard shrink his head, and the rolling thunder snake wrapped in the dark clouds, making no secret of its destructive power to kill everything.

Dark clouds soon extended and covered the sky over the whole tribe. It is quite strange that as long as you look farther, you can see the still clear sky and bright sunshine.

The wind howled and brought a disturbing smell to all living creatures, and the big rain fell patterously.

"Tell everyone to take weapons and women hide with their children!!"

"Patrol, do you see anything?"

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

The conversation between adult lizards made the two children wake up like a dream. Ignoring the curiosity about why there were thunderstorms, they jumped up and went home.

The most peripheral building of the tribe is a round and crude building made of straw and mud. Here is the house of the patriarch.

The patriarch has an obligation to protect the tribe, so he always lives in the outermost.

In the room, the bonfire is burning, providing heat for the lizard people around.

Lizard people are truly cold-blooded animals. They need sunshine or flame to help them maintain their body temperature. Thunderstorm weather is also uncomfortable for them. Moreover, this is not an ordinary thunderstorm.

"There is no doubt that the dark cloud is not formed naturally. I can feel that its caster is very powerful."

The old lizard man was covered with terrible scars all over his body. When talking, the lizard face with twisted old scars was particularly ferocious.

For lizards, scars are a symbol of honor, especially on the front of the body and on the face, which is the proof of their heroic battle.

However, even the old patriarch who has experienced many battles has never encountered such a terrible enemy.

"It is said that there is a spell that can control the weather in magic. Only a few powerful mages can use it."

The patriarch looked at the people around the campfire and said in a voice of eternal peace:

"I hope all we see is the aftermath of his struggle with someone or something. If his goal is us..."

The patriarch didn't make it clear, but all the lizards present knew how terrible a powerful caster was.

They can attract thunder, wave and sprinkle flames, spray and melt all the strong acids, freeze everything with only their eyes, and even shuttle through space to stop time.

In front of them, the high mountain is just a mound that slightly hinders them, and the sea is just a pond with more water. Even the gods who sit on the nine days and cast their seeming eyes on the earth can be slaughtered in the eyes of the caster.

The legend of the caster is like a nightmare. It is passed down from generation to generation by the lizard population. They are a horror story used to frighten the cubs to be obedient. However, when the story becomes a reality, once they become enemies with the truly powerful caster, they will be destroyed in the end.

This is not alarmist, nor is it groundless rumors.

The social structure of lizard people leads to their lack of necessities. Once the number of fish as staple food decreases, they have to go out and rob mortal caravans and ships to supplement their lack.

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

This is a rather helpless and balanced measure.

But once the robbery is a hard stubble, it will lead to the uncontrolled sharp reduction of the number of lizard people, or even the elimination of the whole family.

In general, they are unlucky to meet a powerful caster.

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

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

"If it wasn't our tribe, it might be the actions of other tribes that provoked the caster."

Lying down and being shot is undoubtedly the worst, because in human eyes, lizard people are basically the same except for the slightly different color of scales. It is likely that other tribes provoked people they shouldn't have provoked when robbing, but they came to the door unexpectedly.

"How are the people ready for refuge?"

The other lizard man replied:

"Most of them are ready, just the food..."

"Take as much as you can. If the other party is coming towards us, they must evacuate immediately."

Everyone sighed. They had already made evacuation preparations in advance because of the trace of the insect king in the swamp. Unexpectedly, the house leakage happened to rain at night. The preparation work was only less than one-third completed. Now they have to take immediate action.

"Old man! How can you say such despondent words!"

A young lizard sitting at the end stood up with his restless tail pounding on the ground:

"What caster, I don't believe he can stop me! Did you want to run away without fighting, which was praised as' glorious Warrior 'by all tribal leaders?"

"Kuran, sit down..."

"But, old man..."

"Sit down!"

The old lizard man had an indisputable look in his eyes, and the young lizard man just sat back angrily.

"How many soldiers can we fight now?"

"There are a hundred skilled soldiers. When there is a last resort, the female in charge of childbirth can also help fight."

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

"Yes, this is the biggest problem."

Lizard people can't smelt iron. Because of their closed habits and poor relationship with other intelligent races, they can't learn smelting technology from other races. Moreover, their residence doesn't have enough ore.

Lizard people's metal weapons are usually robbed. For some simple ones, they simply use solid wooden sticks and stones, or rough bows and arrows.

"Let everyone be ready to fight, assign 20 young and strong soldiers from skilled soldiers to escort the people away, and the rest stay with me to resist the enemy."

The old patriarch looked at the angry Kuran:

"Kuran, you leave with the people"

"What?! no! I want to fight with you!"

"Fool, you are the next patriarch. You have the obligation to protect the safety of your people and continue our tribe. Do you want your people to wander around like headless flies in the swamp!"

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

"Then, let's use our old bones as a vent for each other."

The old lizard man said as if he had told his last words:

"Remember, Kuran, from today on, every action you take is no longer your personal will. You bear the weight of the whole tribe."

Kulan was unwilling to hit the ground with his fist, and soon smashed the compacted soil into a deep pit. He knew that everything the old man said was correct, and the tribe can reproduce all under the guidance of the clan leader, but he still couldn't accept this reality.

At this time, the voice of the Scout sounded outside the door:

"Report to the patriarch, the wind..."

Kuran, sitting near the door, replied irritably:

"What's the matter with the wind? Speak quickly!"

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

No matter whether the other party is coming towards himself or not, once an abnormal situation occurs, the situation must have changed.

After listening to the Scout's report, the lizard people in the house poured out of the hut one by one, braved the wind and rain and looked at the swamp that looked more gloomy and terrible in the rain curtain.

It rained harder and harder, and the water droplets gathered into silver lines and flowed along the eaves.

The wind blew it away with a roar, like the breath of a giant beast. Every sad wind tightened the hearts of the lizard people present.

What's more terrible is the smell brought by the wind.

It is a strong hatred that makes all living creatures feel uneasy. The rotten aura represents the magic of death.

Undead! A mage who controls undead creatures. This kind of mage has a name that frightens everyone in the multiverse.

——Necromancer.

I haven't met it for many years. It makes the flesh and blood tremble under the scales!

The old patriarch made a quick decision:

"Let the people evacuate immediately and all the soldiers build defensive positions! We should try our best to buy time for the people to escape!"

"Yes!"

Orders were passed on at the fastest speed. The lizard people's efficient mobilization ability enables them to respond to any emergency at the fastest speed. After all, there are all dangers in the swamp. It's not so easy to eat here.

Soon, the first line of defense composed of wooden horses and simple fences was completed. Even if it was judged from the perspective of the position, it could not be coarser, but time was limited, so it could only be achieved.

"There's something in the swamp! A large group!"

The Scout standing on the wooden tower roared:

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

When the scouts finished, the clan leader who commanded to build the position on the ground saw a group of white bone vultures rising from the forest like blocking the sky and blocking the sun. They didn't make a harsh cry, but their wings didn't move for a while. The decaying bones would make a slight click. This slight sound soon turned into an unpleasant noise under the blessing of a huge number.

"Everyone on alert! Don't start first!"

There is still a glimmer of life in my heart. If the other party doesn't come towards me, I will take the lead in launching an attack on my side, which will anger the controller of the white bone vulture.

Lizards people raised their bows and arrows one after another, with dignified and incomparable expressions, vigilantly observing the vultures circling overhead.

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

Kulan pointed to the sky, and they also saw a black sphere falling down, just in front of them.

The crowd did not flee, because if it was a magic item that would release the undead virus, it would be useless to escape.

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

It landed in the muddy water about three or five meters in front of the lizard man and made a bang.

But it is not a terrible weapon, and there is no virus that can turn living creatures into immortal creatures.

What's that?

A series of question marks appeared in the lizard man's head, some unknown.

Then they saw a magical image pop up above the sphere, in which a human creature wearing a black robe appeared.