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Chapter 162
chapter 158 part 2
A black figure swam swiftly through the lake, heading toward the depths.
When this lizardman emerged from the lake again, his originally somewhat sturdy body began to narrow at a visible rate.
The coarse black scales on his forehead began to shrink, and sharp, thorn-like protrusions emerged.
In just the blink of an eye! This lizardman had shrunk by half. From a distance, he looked like a miniature version of a lizardman.
No! He wasn't a lizardman at all, but one of the rare cave lizardmen who lived in the Upper Lake region of the Great Wetland's depths.
The thorn-like protrusions on his head were proof.
The cave lizardman raised a slender hand with sharp nails, upon which he wore a ring that emanated a dim, black light.
It was a magic item! It was precisely by relying on these magic items that he could disguise himself as a lizardman and live in their tribe.
"A bunch of simple-minded fools. The Lower Lake Wetlands should be under our rule."
The cave lizardman sneered in a low, hoarse voice. With a hopeful glint in his eyes, he carefully scanned his surroundings and quickly advanced towards the depths of the Upper Lake.
Compared to the suitable and safe environment of the Lower Lake Wetlands, the Upper Lake Wetlands was home to a large number of dangerous magical beasts, as well as the equally detestable frogmen.
Soon, the cave lizardman passed the periphery of a frogman's territory and immediately spotted frogmen who were about the same size as lizardmen.
They were lazing about in the mud, occasionally rolling over. Not far away, several other frogmen were doing the same.
These frogmen obviously noticed the cave lizardman right away, but after a single glance, they lazily looked away, completely unconcerned.
"Damn it!" the cave lizardman cursed inwardly, but he behaved very cautiously, quickly passing through the area without daring to make contact with any of the frogmen.
Unlike the xenophobic and rigid lizardmen, the frogmen were not exclusionary. They wouldn't show much hostility towards passing wild beasts, monsters, or other creatures.
Were the frogmen friendly? No! They were a group of creatures even more cold-blooded than the rigid lizardmen.
These frogmen might seem friendly, but in reality, their race naturally lacks any concept of hierarchy, let alone friendliness.
They were simply not hungry at the moment! Of course, this was on the condition that the creatures passing through their territory posed no threat. Otherwise, these frogmen would immediately react with frenzied actions.
In the cave lizardman's eyes, both lizardmen and frogmen were fools. Despite their own intelligence, his kind occupied the smallest territory.
The environment of the Wetland Jungle in the depths began to grow more complex. The cave lizardman, however, moved with great skill and speed, soon arriving at a place overgrown with strange vines and moss, hidden within a faint, dense fog.
He was before an Abandoned Ancient Castle, about three stories high, located deep within the woods.
Arriving here, the cave lizardman's face immediately filled with reverence, and even his movements became cautious.
"Hee hee, what do I see?"
"A cute little lizard."
Suddenly, a somewhat sinister and strange, low chuckle sounded from behind the cave lizardman. Just a moment ago, there had been nothing behind him.
The thought flashed through the cave lizardman's mind, but his body moved faster than his thoughts. He immediately dropped to his knees, burying his head low.
"Great Master, something has happened with the lizardmen."
"Oh? What happened?"
"I hope it's something worth my attention," the strange, delicate laughter became ethereal.
As the cave lizardman recounted the events.
"Interesting indeed. Be gone."
Hearing this, the cave lizardman kept his head bowed, not daring to look up, and quickly turned to leave.
At the gate of the gloomy ancient castle, a slender figure appeared, yet its shadow on the ground was split in two.
"You heard that, right?" the strange, delicate laugh came again.
"I'm not interested in such boring matters. You've already wasted too much of my time. You had better pray that the recent results satisfy me."
A flat voice came from the third floor of the ancient castle.
Creak!
A rotten window was pushed open.
From the shadows, the cold face of a hook-nosed man in a black robe was revealed.
A human!
No one would have ever imagined that a human existed deep within the Great Wetland.
The debris and dust falling from the rotting window frame were instantly repelled by the waves of mana surging from the black-robed man.
Merely by standing next to the window, an invisible pressure and mana began to emanate outwards, filling the surrounding air with a sense of terror.
"An angel? Someone from the Theocracy?"
"I hope they don't interfere with my plans." A cold glint flashed in the Hook-nosed Mage's light-brown pupils as he gazed into the depths of the jungle.
…………
Dragon Tooth Tribe.
Tang Zheng put down the scroll in his hand and rubbed his temples.
During this time, he had been studying the magical knowledge and techniques passed down by the lizardmen. It was a good thing he had deliberately spared a priest lizardman.
"Two days have passed. I wonder what the lizardmen are up to?"
Tang Zheng straightened his back, stretched, and reached out to pat the head of the Ghoul Dog lying beside him.
(end of chapter)
A black figure swam swiftly through the lake, heading toward the depths.
When this lizardman emerged from the lake again, his originally somewhat sturdy body began to narrow at a visible rate.
The coarse black scales on his forehead began to shrink, and sharp, thorn-like protrusions emerged.
In just the blink of an eye! This lizardman had shrunk by half. From a distance, he looked like a miniature version of a lizardman.
No! He wasn't a lizardman at all, but one of the rare cave lizardmen who lived in the Upper Lake region of the Great Wetland's depths.
The thorn-like protrusions on his head were proof.
The cave lizardman raised a slender hand with sharp nails, upon which he wore a ring that emanated a dim, black light.
It was a magic item! It was precisely by relying on these magic items that he could disguise himself as a lizardman and live in their tribe.
"A bunch of simple-minded fools. The Lower Lake Wetlands should be under our rule."
The cave lizardman sneered in a low, hoarse voice. With a hopeful glint in his eyes, he carefully scanned his surroundings and quickly advanced towards the depths of the Upper Lake.
Compared to the suitable and safe environment of the Lower Lake Wetlands, the Upper Lake Wetlands was home to a large number of dangerous magical beasts, as well as the equally detestable frogmen.
Soon, the cave lizardman passed the periphery of a frogman's territory and immediately spotted frogmen who were about the same size as lizardmen.
They were lazing about in the mud, occasionally rolling over. Not far away, several other frogmen were doing the same.
These frogmen obviously noticed the cave lizardman right away, but after a single glance, they lazily looked away, completely unconcerned.
"Damn it!" the cave lizardman cursed inwardly, but he behaved very cautiously, quickly passing through the area without daring to make contact with any of the frogmen.
Unlike the xenophobic and rigid lizardmen, the frogmen were not exclusionary. They wouldn't show much hostility towards passing wild beasts, monsters, or other creatures.
Were the frogmen friendly? No! They were a group of creatures even more cold-blooded than the rigid lizardmen.
These frogmen might seem friendly, but in reality, their race naturally lacks any concept of hierarchy, let alone friendliness.
They were simply not hungry at the moment! Of course, this was on the condition that the creatures passing through their territory posed no threat. Otherwise, these frogmen would immediately react with frenzied actions.
In the cave lizardman's eyes, both lizardmen and frogmen were fools. Despite their own intelligence, his kind occupied the smallest territory.
The environment of the Wetland Jungle in the depths began to grow more complex. The cave lizardman, however, moved with great skill and speed, soon arriving at a place overgrown with strange vines and moss, hidden within a faint, dense fog.
He was before an Abandoned Ancient Castle, about three stories high, located deep within the woods.
Arriving here, the cave lizardman's face immediately filled with reverence, and even his movements became cautious.
"Hee hee, what do I see?"
"A cute little lizard."
Suddenly, a somewhat sinister and strange, low chuckle sounded from behind the cave lizardman. Just a moment ago, there had been nothing behind him.
The thought flashed through the cave lizardman's mind, but his body moved faster than his thoughts. He immediately dropped to his knees, burying his head low.
"Great Master, something has happened with the lizardmen."
"Oh? What happened?"
"I hope it's something worth my attention," the strange, delicate laughter became ethereal.
As the cave lizardman recounted the events.
"Interesting indeed. Be gone."
Hearing this, the cave lizardman kept his head bowed, not daring to look up, and quickly turned to leave.
At the gate of the gloomy ancient castle, a slender figure appeared, yet its shadow on the ground was split in two.
"You heard that, right?" the strange, delicate laugh came again.
"I'm not interested in such boring matters. You've already wasted too much of my time. You had better pray that the recent results satisfy me."
A flat voice came from the third floor of the ancient castle.
Creak!
A rotten window was pushed open.
From the shadows, the cold face of a hook-nosed man in a black robe was revealed.
A human!
No one would have ever imagined that a human existed deep within the Great Wetland.
The debris and dust falling from the rotting window frame were instantly repelled by the waves of mana surging from the black-robed man.
Merely by standing next to the window, an invisible pressure and mana began to emanate outwards, filling the surrounding air with a sense of terror.
"An angel? Someone from the Theocracy?"
"I hope they don't interfere with my plans." A cold glint flashed in the Hook-nosed Mage's light-brown pupils as he gazed into the depths of the jungle.
…………
Dragon Tooth Tribe.
Tang Zheng put down the scroll in his hand and rubbed his temples.
During this time, he had been studying the magical knowledge and techniques passed down by the lizardmen. It was a good thing he had deliberately spared a priest lizardman.
"Two days have passed. I wonder what the lizardmen are up to?"
Tang Zheng straightened his back, stretched, and reached out to pat the head of the Ghoul Dog lying beside him.
(end of chapter)
