Lizardman.

One of the most annoying creatures in the swamp is that their clans are huge. Although their strength is not as strong as the jaggers, and they only have the most basic creature level 2, but their number is more than ten times that of the jaggers. Basically, a small-scale lizard human group will also have a scale of one or two hundred. Once they fight, they will be dozens or hundreds of warriors, and most adventurers will not provoke them. In the lizard human group, there will be at least one spellcaster, either a warlock or a druid. These spellcasters are proficient in taming and enslaving monsters, and they can release not many spells, but they will carry some swamp beasts.

For example, the swamp lizard.

A creature with a challenge level 6, a body length of 5 meters and a weight of about 1,500 pounds.

"Can you help us?" The girl I saw last night came over with red eyes. She looked up at Soren with hope and said, "You are an adventurer. And they all say you are amazing. You must have a way to deal with those lizardmen, right?"

Sauron shook his head gently and said seriously: "I'm sorry. I can't do anything."

"There are many, and there are many archers. These warriors cannot stop them. If they don't leave, they will kill everyone after they capture the village."

Lizardman is similar to humans.

They can grow some food, hunting is the main source of meat, and the gathering places are a bit like villages, either dug caves or simple sheds. The human villages in the wilderness have at least hundreds of people, and these lizards also have hundreds of people, but there are not many warriors in humans, and the proportion of warriors in lizards is more than 50%. They also have many archers. They cannot deal with this kind of creature, and at least there are no existences present with a high professional level that can be unparalleled among the crowd.

Come to a warrior with a profession level of 15 or a spell caster with a level of 12 or above.

If he asked him to deal with 50-100 alone, and the rest would be left to others to deal with, it would be possible to repel these lizard men.

The lizardman was forced to migrate out of the black gas swamp.

All nearby places close to the water environment may become their new targets. This is a battle to fight for the living environment, and the process is very cruel. Peaceful coexistence is a luxury, and in the end there will inevitably be a winner to divide the territory. In order to compete for irrigation water sources, there will be armed fighting, and even deaths, not to mention this kind of cross-race territorial battle. There were originally tens of millions of Yin, Di, An, and humans living in the Americas, and less than one-tenth of them were slaughtered.

The entire process slaughtered tens of millions of people.

This is just a battle between humans. If different racial gaps are calculated, the process will become even more bloody.

The lizardman will kill all humans, including women and children.

This world is bloody and dark, and there is no need to have too much fantasy about the level of civilization. Human beings also come out step by step.

Sauron would not take risks for them, and he did not have that ability and was not worth it.

He can only give his own advice!

In the end, whether to leave or not is their business, and they have to bear the final result by themselves.

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Perhaps because of the attack of the lizardman, the militia captain forgot to arrange a place for him to live. Soren didn't care. He came to the woodshed to rest and arranged double the manpower patrols outside. The militia captain was discussing with the elders in the village whether to move. Leaving the hometown was a very difficult choice, and there was a debate between them, but Soren was not interested in getting involved. There was a limit to personal force beyond the legendary field. It was okay to deal with a few lizardman, but he had no choice.

So he planned to leave tomorrow and continue to look at the situation ahead.

Out of vigilance against the creatures like Lizardman, Sauron did not fall asleep, but just closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. They might attack at night.

The night is getting darker and darker.

Sauron never fell asleep, just a half-dream and half-awake state of false sleep.

Suddenly he seemed to hear the sound of something falling to the ground, and instantly opened his eyes, then turned over and got up from the haystack.

Crane.

Sauron pulled out the scimitar and then walked outside with the threshold.

There was a light of torches outside. Because the attack on the militia during the day raised their vigilance, they could hear the sound of vigil patrols. In this case, even he was not very sure to touch it in quietly, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. However, because of his constant caution, Sauron still walked along the house to the fence. He had not seen any traces, and there were torches next to him. There were always people guarding the harbour, so it was very difficult to approach quietly.

"What's this?"

Just when Sauron was about to go back to sleep, he suddenly stopped. He leaned over and looked at the ground, which had a little wet mark. It had been dry these two days and had not rained. The ground nearby was dry, but this part was a little wet. He carefully twisted the soil and smelled it. There was a faint fishy smell, as if something was left behind.

"Lizardman!?"

Sauron's hair suddenly rose, and he rolled his back against the wall, crossed his scimitar on his chest, and said in a voice: "Rider?"

Lizardman Stalker.

Only advanced stalkers can touch them without realizing it. When they sneak 100 points, they can achieve the effect of stealth-like magic in the shadow, and it is difficult for the naked eye to see their traces.

"not good!"

Sauron ran towards the position of the wardrobe, and probably a lizardman stalker had already touched in.

Bang.

A muffled sound suddenly came from behind, followed by a woman's shout: "No! The warehouse has caught fire!"

The sound suddenly spread throughout the village.

The patrol guards and militia near the sentry tower were stunned for a moment, and immediately someone wanted to come over to put out the fire.

"Oh no." Soren didn't expect that the lizard man knew to set fire first, and almost without thinking, he shouted: "Enemy attack! There are lizard man outside!"

A stunned kung fu.

The sound of a shaking bowstring suddenly came in the darkness, and then the guards on the whistle tower trembled all over and fell from it with a thud. An arrow shot out from the darkness, directly penetrated his leather armor, shot from his chest into his heart and died on the spot.

"Longbowman!"

Sauron suddenly escaped into the shadows, and the lizardmen actually trained longbowmen. The leather armor equipped by these militia seemed to be made of paper in front of the longbow. The ordinary militia were obviously a little panicked, but the retired experienced adventurers quickly reacted and began to gather others to defend. They had rich combat experience. Although they had bid farewell to their adventure career, they were not at a loss now.

Bang bang bang bang!

There was a dull collision sound outside the door, followed by a young man's terrified shout: "Food...Ogre!"

Sauron's mood suddenly sank into a low point.

He held the scimitar tightly and took a deep breath, touched the back. The village might not be able to defend it anymore, and he had to find a way to break through when necessary. The most important thing now is not to deal with the lizardmen and ogres outside, but to kill the stalkers who came in quietly. These enemies who could invisible under the shadow are the most dangerous things.

If they are allowed to attack, they don’t have to wait until they break through, and the inside will be completely confused.

"I didn't expect to meet my colleagues so soon!"

Sauron's expression was solemn, and he moved quietly along the corner of the wall. His figure was blurred in the shadows. He clasped the scimitar and moved forward bit by bit, while paying attention to the ground around him. The stalker could not see clearly with his naked eyes. In the stealth state, they were the effect of stealth-like magic. They could only judge their position through some special signs, such as the footprints left on the ground, and the slight movements they made when they moved.

Soren fought with his peers twice. As long as they showed a little trace, he could find out the enemy's position.

The whole village was in panic.

There were screams of women and children, and there were loud shouts from adult men. The long-term militia training finally had some effect. Many adult men picked up their weapons and gathered together. The fire in the warehouse was getting bigger and bigger. The light suddenly twisted in front of the burning fire. A hazy figure appeared like an illusion and then disappeared. Soren rushed out like a cheetah in an instant, and the scimitar in his hand slashed directly at the empty air in front of him!

A splatter of blood.

Some creature that looked like a mixture of lizards and humans showed traces.

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Chapter completed!