Poison Gas Swamp.
One by one, the concealed reconnaissance demon eyes began to explore the surrounding terrain. Shawn himself simultaneously cast Flying Skill and Invisibility Technique, overlooking the entire Lizardman Tribe from hundreds of ters in the air. This area was full of swamps; it’s virtually impossible for non-lizardman races to tread here, making stealthy approaches extrely difficult, as the soft marshland would reveal most movent traces. A wanderer trying to sneak here would end up sinking into the mire.
This is also why the defenses of the lizardman tribe turned out to be more lax than expected.
"Another trap."
Shawn took out a notebook and marked the location of a trap on his self-drawn simple map. He had already discovered seven or eight marsh traps, all located on the only paths leading to the lizardman tribe.
Without relying on reconnaissance demon eyes, it would be really hard for him to figure out the situation around.
"In this situation, I can only rely on the Flying Skill."
Shawn lowered his altitude slightly. Below his line of sight was a loosely scattered swamp tribe, most of the buildings soaked in the mire, resembling a town on water. The lizardn’s construction techniques were fairly primitive, consisting of simple wooden huts supported by black wooden stakes. Every step out led into filthy swamp grounds, with excrents visible everywhere.
He didn’t dare to approach easily, as so monsters might see through invisibility.
Circumnavigating the whole lizardman tribe, Shawn then gradually lowered his altitude while calculating the duration of Invisibility Technique and Flying Skill, seizing the opportunity to scout the entire monster tribe. At the very center of the lizardman tribe was a conspicuous altar, worshipping a bizarre statue resembling a crocodile head, likely an evil object from the swamp or an ancient race. Traces of blood sacrifice were extrely evident, with dried blood covering the entire altar.
The most prominent building was a wooden hut festooned with various monster skulls. Shawn even saw the skull of a sub-dragon. Uncertain of the sub-dragon’s species, the skull’s diater was around half a ter, indicating it was not a small sub-dragon in size.
These lizardn also bred so mutated small snake lizards, likely as reserve food, being an egg-laying race with neatly arranged piles of lizard eggs visible within the monster nests.
"That should be the leader’s dwelling, a show of its martial might."
Shawn crept close to the most conspicuous building, his brows suddenly furrowed, retreating swiftly to hide behind a wooden hut.
In his line of sight, an old lizardman wielding a strange bone magic staff appeared. It frowned, observing its surroundings, and ordered the lizardman hunters around: "Go call back the tribe’s hunters."
"The Swamp Spirit has prophesied misfortune to us!" (Lizardman language)
A divination master?
A lizardman of the shaman path.
Shawn felt sothing amiss. Sure enough, he spotted divination ritual tools at the door of another room; this lizardman tribe even had casters, extraordinary ones of the shaman path, formidable no doubt, considering not many lizardn lived to a ripe old age.
The whole lizardman population numbered around one to two thousand, scattered into three small settlents. The other two settlents seed to serve as the first line of defense; there were no lizard eggs there, with reproduction occurring in the inner large settlent.
"It’s primitive, but they have their survival law."
Shawn quickly identified his target.
Because it was too noticeable!
The leader of the lizardman tribe appeared much taller than its peers. Standard lizardn were around two ters in height, appearing around one ter sixty-seven when hunched. Yet, this leader, even with a hunched back, stood over two ters fifty, truly standing out. Its body was as robust as that of two adult n, with knotted muscles covered by natural scales, and beyond its innate armor, it wore marvel level dragon hide armor.
Shawn knew clearly because the shoulder armor also embedded dragon claws and dragon’s fang; those six centiters long poison fangs likely belonged to the swamp flying dragon.
This was a fully ard legendary warrior.
Bloodthirster-Gos was undoubtedly the leader of this lizardman tribe. With its presence, the Blood Poison Clan flourished, even able to contest territory with crocodile n possessing ancient bloodlines.
It was an enormous lizardman nearly three ters tall when standing upright. Its weapon was a strange poison spear crafted from the spine bone of a venomous Nine-headed Hydra Lizard. It gripped the hefty war spear single-handedly, leading the group at the forefront.
On Bloodthirster-Gos’s back was slung a two-ter-long black war bow, the ebony bow marrow naturally curved, crafted from the ancient wood where tree spirits dwelled. The bowstring was made from the sinews of a Multi-headed Snake Lizard.
It generally didn’t carry many arrows, deeply confident in its archery skills. Bloodthirster-Gos carried only one quiver, holding just seven arrows.
As a legendary monster who advanced from ranger to warrior, Bloodthirster-Gos mastered most weapons. However, it didn’t carry much encumbrance, as that would hinder its agile movents. Usually, in important hunts and wars, it would carry four additional short javelins and a bag of small flying axes. A shield was used only in full-scale warfare, as it didn’t need one for hunting.
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