Lizardmen.
They were one of the most annoying creatures in the swamp. Their numbers were huge, and although they were not as strong as the gnolls, they outnumbered the gnolls by more than ten times. Basically, a small group of lizardmen would have one or two hundred of them. Once a battle broke out, they would send out dozens or even hundreds of warriors. Most adventurers would not provoke them. There was at least one spellcaster in a lizardman group, either a warlock or a Druil. These spellcasters were proficient in taming and enslaving monsters. They could not cast many spells, but they could bring some swamp beasts with them.
For example, the Swamp Lizard.
It was a monster with a challenge rating of 6. It was five meters long and weighed about 1500 pounds.
"Can you help us?" The girl from last night came over with red eyes. She looked at Søren with hope and said, "You're an adventurer. They all said that you're very strong. You must have a way to deal with these lizardmen, right? "
Søren shook his head and said seriously, "I'm sorry. I don't have a way. "
"There are a lot of them, and there are many archers. The warriors can't stop them. If we don't leave, they'll kill everyone in the village."
Lizardmen were similar to humans.
They grew some food, and hunting was their main source of meat. Their settlements were a bit like villages, and they were either dug out caves or simple huts. Human villages in the wilderness had at least a few hundred people, and these lizardmen also had a few hundred people. However, there were not many warriors among the humans, but more than 50% of the lizardmen were warriors. They also had a lot of archers. Dealing with these creatures was not something that could be done alone. At the very least, there was no one with a high enough profession level to be unparalleled in the crowd.
If there was a warrior with a profession level of 15 or above, or a spellcaster with a profession level of 12 or above.
Let him deal with 50-100 lizardmen alone, and leave the rest to the others. It should be possible to repel these lizardmen.
The lizardmen were forced to move out of the Black Swamp.
Any place near the water could become their new target. This was a battle for survival, and the process was very cruel. Peaceful coexistence was an extravagant hope. In the end, there would inevitably be a winner who would divide the territory. Human villages would fight over water sources for irrigation, and there would even be deaths, not to mention this kind of inter-racial territorial competition. Originally, there were tens of millions of Indians living in America, but in the end, less than one-tenth of them were slaughtered.
Tens of millions of people were slaughtered in the process.
This was only a battle between humans. If the differences between different races were taken into account, the process would be even more bloody.
The Lizardmen would kill all humans, including women and children.
This world was very bloody and dark. There was no need to have too many illusions about the level of civilization. Humans had also walked this path step by step.
Søren wouldn't risk his life for them. He didn't have the ability, and it wasn't worth it.
He could only give his own suggestions!
It was up to them whether they wanted to leave or not. They had to bear the consequences themselves.
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Perhaps because of the lizardmen's attack, the militia captain forgot to arrange a place for him to stay. Søren didn't care. He went to the woodshed to rest. Outside, double the number of patrols were arranged. The militia captain was discussing with the village elders whether they should move or not. Leaving home was a very difficult choice. There was a debate between them, but Søren wasn't interested in getting involved. There was a limit to his personal strength if he wasn't at the legendary level. He could deal with a few lizardmen, but he couldn't do anything more.
So he planned to leave tomorrow and continue to observe the situation.
Out of vigilance against the lizardmen, Søren didn't fall asleep. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. They might attack at night.
The night was getting darker.
Søren didn't fall asleep. He was only in a half-awake state.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of something falling to the ground. He instantly opened his eyes and climbed up from the haystack.
Clang.
Soran unsheathed his curved sword, and then walked out of the house.
There were torches outside. Because of the attack during the day, the militia was on high alert. He could also hear the sound of night patrols. In this situation, even he didn't have much confidence in sneaking in, so he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. However, because of his constant vigilance, Søren still walked along the house to the fence. He didn't see any traces of the lizardmen. There were also torches on the side. There were always people guarding the watchtower. It was very difficult to sneak in.
"What is this?"
Just as Søren was about to go back to sleep, he suddenly stopped. He bent down and looked at the ground. There was a little wet mark on it. It was relatively dry these two days, and there was no rain. The ground nearby was dry, but this area was a little wet. He carefully picked up the soil and smelled it. There was a faint fishy smell. It seemed to be left behind by something.
"Lizardmen!?"
Søren's hair stood on end. He rolled over and leaned his back against the wall. He held his curved sword in front of his chest and said, "Lurker?"
Lizardmen Lurker.
Only advanced Lurkers could sneak in without anyone noticing. When they reached 100 points in Sneak, they could cast Invisibility in the shadows. It was very difficult to see them with the naked eye.
"Not good!"
Søren ran towards the watchtower. He was afraid that some Lizardmen Lurkers had already sneaked in.
Bang.
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from behind him. Then, a woman shouted, "Not good! The warehouse is on fire! "
Her voice spread throughout the entire village.
The patrolling guards and the militia near the watchtower were stunned. Immediately, someone ran over to put out the fire.
"Shit." Søren didn't think that the Lizardmen would know to set the fire first. He almost didn't think about it and shouted, "Enemy attack! There are Lizardmen outside! "
In the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, the sound of a bowstring vibrating could be heard in the Night. Then, the guard on the watchtower trembled and fell to the ground. An arrow shot out from the darkness and directly pierced through his leather armor. It went through his chest and into his heart, killing him on the spot.
"Longbowmen!"
Søren immediately hid in the shadows. The Lizardmen had trained Longbowmen. The leather armor of the militia was like paper in front of a longbow. The ordinary militia was obviously a little panicked. However, the retired adventurers quickly reacted and began to gather others to defend. They had a lot of combat experience. Although they had said goodbye to their adventuring careers, they were not at a loss.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A muffled sound came from outside the door. Then, a young man shouted in horror, "Ogre … Ogre!"
Soran's mood suddenly sank to the bottom.
He held his curved sword tightly and took a deep breath. Then, he sneaked behind him. The village might not be able to hold on. If necessary, he had to think of a way to break out. The most important thing now was not to deal with the Lizardmen and Ogres outside, but to kill the Lurkers that had sneaked in. These enemies that could hide in the shadows were the most dangerous things.
If they were allowed to sneak up on him, he wouldn't even need to wait for the outside to break out. The inside would be completely chaotic.
"I didn't expect to meet my peers so soon!"
Søren's expression was serious. He quietly moved along the corner of the wall. His figure was blurry in the shadows. He held his curved sword tightly and moved forward slowly. At the same time, he was paying attention to the ground around him. The Lurkers couldn't be seen clearly with the naked eye. When they were in stealth mode, they had the effect of invisibility. One could only determine their position through some special signs, such as the footprints on the ground and the slight movements they made when they moved.
Søren had fought with his peers more than once or twice. As long as they left a trace, he would be able to find out where they were.
The whole village was in a panic.
There were screams of women and children, and there were also shouts of adult men. The long-term training of the militia finally had some effect. Many adult men picked up their weapons and gathered together. The fire in the warehouse was getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the light in front of the burning fire was distorted. It was as if a hazy figure had appeared and disappeared. Søren instantly rushed out like a cheetah. The curved sword in his hand directly slashed at the empty air in front of him.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Some kind of creature that looked like a hybrid of a lizard and a human showed its trace.
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