Chapter 67: Crazy Lizardmen
The weather in autumn is unpredictable, and the sun was shining a few days ago, but now it is completely covered by heavy clouds. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe air is getting hotter and humider throughout the greenery, and the lush vegetation makes it impossible to feel the cool autumn breeze.
Near the pond, a herd of Bighorn Elk is drinking on the shore, and although they are gentle herbivores, many hunters are intimidated by their hard, sharp horns, which is why these animals survive in places like Midorizawa.
Shout!
The air was torn apart, and a sharp whistling sound appeared from the bushes in the distance, and in an instant it was among the deer. With a soft pop, a thick spear pierced deep into the chest of an elk.
Battered, the elk fell straight to the ground, constantly letting out a high-pitched, hoarse wail.
The companion was suddenly attacked, and the other elk did not flee immediately, but gathered in front of the companion at the first time, and the huge horns lined up in a row, forming a terrifying defensive circle.
For a long time, there was no movement from the bushes on the other side, and if it weren't for the fainter and fainter breathing reminders from his companion due to the penetration of his lungs, the scene just now seemed to be just an illusion.
The largest elk came to the side of the injured companion and pushed the other with his nose, but found that the latter was so weak that he could not stand up at all, and immediately let out a wail and quickly walked away from this dangerous place with the other companions, leaving the injured elk alone to struggle weakly by the pond.
Crash.
Seeing the deer walking away, the bushes suddenly began to shake, and Anglie pushed away the grass and walked out of it with a confident face: "How is it?" Am I right? ”
Immediately followed by Jerry, the young man was looking at Anglie with adoration, but Joseph on the side pouted indifferently: "It's just a bighorn deer, next time I'll hunt a ferocious bear for you." ”
"The ferocious bears of Midorisawa are all about three meters tall when they stand up, are you sure you can kill them with one hit?" Since Ryan saved the gray dwarf, Negro still had a lot of opinions about him joining the team, but in the past few days of everyone's conversation and laughter, he still more or less put down the mustard.
Although Lanier admired Anglie's hunting skills, he did not show much exaggeration, after all, as a nobleman, he also participated in many hunting activities.
As for Ryan, it's to see more.
Anglie Shaw
mankind
Chaotic neutrality
Class: Ranger Level 8 / Hunting Master Level 2
Attributes: Strength 16, Agility 18, Constitution 15, Intelligence 12, Perception 16, Charisma 14
Health: 63/63
Specialty:
The Revenant (Master Hunter): Instead of an old enemy, he has a +5 bonus to weapon damage on familiar animals, making it easier to succeed when using skills on them. Unfamiliar animals or enemies gain +2 damage bonus for each day they are tracked, up to a maximum of +5.
Hunting Skills (Master Hunter): Your vast hunting experience not only makes it easier for you to hunt beasts, but also your enemies and prey. Slightly increased hit rate, double the chance of heavy hits.
Shoot with precision
Deadly throw
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Difficulty: Beyond ability
In the past two days of getting along, Ryan has almost seen the strength of Angle, and unexpectedly, this middle-aged man is not only the strongest existence in the squad, but also the first ranger with an advanced profession that Ryan has encountered so far.
Hunting master, belongs to the academic profession, although its promotion combat power is not too high, but the employment conditions are very harsh, in the situation of this world, without more than ten years of hunting experience, it is almost impossible to succeed in employment.
A group of people quickly took the suffocated bighorn deer to a relatively dry flat not far away, although the humid air of the swamp made it a more troublesome thing to make a fire, but with two mages present, this could not be an obstacle for everyone.
"It's said that Green Ze is rich in lizardmen, why have we all been here for two days and haven't even seen a shadow?" After a full meal, Angle, who was idle, couldn't help but complain.
"It's a waste that you're still a wilderness hunter, the lizardmen are clever, and the group of more than a dozen can let you see, and those lizardmen who act alone are not weaker than you." Although Joseph has lived in Scout for a long time, he still knows Midozawa quite well.
Anglie wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Negro, who was the first to speak: "That's right, the swamp lizardfolk usually live very scattered lives, and even fight each other, but at this time of year, they will come together and plunder the green forest with their strongest attitude. ”
"We're about to enter the territory of the lizardmen, so be vigilant and don't be discovered by the enemy." Negro pointed into the distance, his face extremely cautious.
The group followed his fingers, and saw a dead tree cut off by the waist in the distance, a large crocodile skull fixed to it, and some strange characters were deeply cut by claws on the trunk.
The lizardfolk tribe has a long history among humanoids, and they even have their own language. Their writing is very similar to the language of dragons, leading many to believe that lizardfolk were once fanatical followers and slaves of dragons, or creatures created by dragons.
Most of them live in swamps, and due to their harsh living environment, their habits are unacceptable to most civilized races.
Their powerful digestive abilities allow them to be fearless of anything they can eat, whether it's the corpses of intelligent creatures or even their comrades who have died in battle. Of course, in the view of the lizardmen, this is not a lack of respect for the dead, they think that burying the corpse of the dead and leaving it to decay is a waste.
It's all about survival.
In the same way, the attack on human towns is also to maintain the life of the tribe. After all, the fertility of lizardmen is not as strong as that of kobolds, and the huge casualties caused by war are fatal to them.
In order to ensure the survival of the warriors, the lizardmen who were able to join the raiding war were very strong individually, and their fighting methods were extremely cruel.
In the afternoon, the moorland became hotter and hotter, and even the air seemed to become viscous. Deep in the shrubs, the lush foliage obscures the only remaining sunlight, making the light in the forest even darker.
Two lizardmen were biting at the corpses of several long-dead humans with their claws and fangs, the blood flowing reddening the otherwise green grass.
However, unlike the other lizardmen, these two are relatively large, with a foul smell all over their bodies, and their fine scales have shed a lot, and their exposed flesh is severely corrupted.
What's even more terrifying is that what is revealed in their dark brown vertical pupils is not the cleverness, madness, endless madness that Negro said! As if his reason was burned by flames, his eyes were dyed bright red with a large patch of blood!