The sultry cave was extremely dim, the faint light of the fire kept jumping, and Negro, who was tied up by the flowers, looked down, watching Ryan and several mermaids rushing in, and lowered his head slightly: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。 ”

Ryan glanced at the rest of the unconscious people and shook his head slightly: "You can't be blamed for this, we didn't expect it." ”

With a camp of this size alone, there are actually three powerful lizardmen of the Druid part-time priest, and one of them is a master spellcaster, who would have guessed that?

Throwing the group into the cell, the lizardmen guards retreated to either side, leaving a wide passageway, and respectfully half-knelt down.

"Flexible fleas, it took a lot of effort to catch you." Before he saw him, he heard his voice first, and Saglo slowly walked in from the darkness, "Hello human, I'm Sagre. ”

Negro gave the lizardman a vicious look, but didn't speak, and focused his gaze on Ryan. The latter frowned, pondered for a while, and said, "Why, the master spellcaster is also interested in humiliating us minor characters?" ”

"Humiliation? As long as the clan can be continued, Symnoa will forgive me. With a grin, Sagre walked over to the scarred Anglie and slowly raised his arm, a white glimmer flickering at the wound.

Seeing that Anglie's wounds gradually recovered, and his pale face became more and more normal, Ryan frowned, and looked at Sagre with a puzzled look: "What do you mean?" ”

Without answering Ryan's question, Sagre nodded to the two druids behind him, and the aura of magic that healed minor injuries bloomed on the group's bodies.

"Humans, the people of Carrotes, covet you, and if it weren't for me, you would have been their bread and butter."

"Carrotes? That lizardman warrior? If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have been able to catch us. Seeing Sagre nod, Ryan smiled disdainfully.

"Hehe, I like your confidence, but..." With a chuckle, Saglo waved his hand at the druids behind him, only to see that under their roars, two elite lizardmen slowly walked in with a chain dragging a lizardman in tow, "I don't have any patience, human, I'm sure you also realize that I didn't mean to kill you, at least for the time being." ”

When I looked up, I saw that the lizardman who was bound by the iron chain looked extremely terrifying. The scales on his body fell off in large pieces, the flesh and blood exposed were pale and rotten, the wriggling pus was constantly overflowing with disgusting fluid, and the vertical pupils were covered in large patches of blood, full of madness, and it was impossible to see reason in it.

"Flesh and blood?" With a frown, Ryan blurted out as he looked at the struggling lizardman.

"Oh? It seems that it was right to spare your lives. Sagre was slightly surprised when he saw this, and then smiled, "That's right, as you can see, this lizardman has been transformed by flesh shaping, and besides, he failed. ”

Seeing his former compatriots turn into insane and crazy monsters, Sagre's eyes showed extreme hatred: "Garolos, the evil god of the ancient moor, his followers have come to our homeland and claimed to be able to give us the power to occupy the entire greenery. But Seminoa taught me that they can bring us not only strength, but also destruction. ”

"As you can see, the bounty of Garolos has eaten away at the minds of our people, and he has turned us into monsters! There are no sane tools! Smashing through the stone wall, Sagre looked at the bound lizardman with murderous intent.

"But they forgot that the people of Symnoa were the first Homo erectus to appear in Ariel! We are not slaves! ”

Poof!

The tip of the wooden staff was plunged straight into the lizardman's eye socket, black pus and blood seeping out, and as Sagre's wooden staff lit up with a faint aura, the lizardman's wail gradually became smaller.

"Humans, I'm giving you a chance to live." Watching the lizardmen's lives fade away, Sagre's eyes turned cold, "Life for life!" ”

"You're looking too highly of us, aren't you?" Ever since Sagre captured his group alive and healed everyone's injuries, Ryan had already had some guesses, and now he was still shocked when he heard Sagre say this, "With your master's spell-casting ability, we can't solve it, what should we do if we don't even have high-level combat power?" ”

"The followers of Garolos are cunning, and they have seduced the lizardmen's largest clan in the moor, Gorion, whose stupid elm head actually believes their nonsense." Stretching out his hand, the brilliance of the magic trick wrapped around the tip of the staff, and the viscous blood was gradually erased, and Sagre pursed his lips and looked at Ryan.

"Flesh Shaping covers the entire camp, it restricts our movements, and the power of Garolos prevents me from continuing to pray to Seminua."

"Divine magic can't take effect in Gorion's camp, and the flesh of the lizardmen alone can't resist the erosion of flesh and blood, and we can't enter the camp."

"But you're not the same, humans." Saglo turned his head and looked at Ryan, "Flesh Shaping is only for the lizardmen, you are not affected by the power of Garoros. ”

"I give you a chance to help my people, and you will be able to live."

Hearing this, Ryan also understood what Sagre meant, and was silent for a while, looking back at the three Laniers who had just woken up, and Negro, who was still guilty, and took a deep breath: "How to do it?" ”

"Kill the followers of Garolos."

"Flesh shaping is high-level magic, how can we defeat a group of high-level spellcasters with our strength alone?"

"I understand your concerns." Waving his hand, interrupting Ryan's complaints, Sagre explained, "Most of their power has been drained in order to maintain the rituals, and they can't have expected us to get help from humans, so they must not be on guard in the range of flesh shaping. ”

"I have to admit that your stealth ability is very good, don't worry about those modified lizardmen, as long as you destroy the core of the ritual, once the flesh shaping fails, I will lead a large army to raze Gorion's camp."

"Including us?" Ryan's gaze froze, staring at Sagre.

The latter was stunned for a moment, and then showed a mocking smile: "Human, don't doubt my credit... ”

"Speaking of which, the lizardmen and humans have been fighting for so long, your credit is not worth much to us." Ryan shook his head, not believing what he meant.

"In the name of Somnua, as long as you succeed, the lizardmen who attacked Camp Gorion will never turn against you." Somnua is the god of the lizardmen, and as his priest, Sagre must not break such an oath. Dispelling Ryan's doubts, Sagre glanced at the few people behind him, then turned and left out of the cave: "I think your friend still doesn't quite understand, whether he wants to live or die, discuss it and give me an answer." ”

Lizardmen! Looking at Sagre's crocodile-like tail behind him, Ryan's eyes looked extremely deep.