"Goo, goo", the sound is a swamp covered by water, the gas formed when the underground plants and animals decay is squeezed out of the silt, forming bubbles under the surface of the water, slowly floating to the surface of the water, and finally bursting in the air, the gas with the smell of **, filling the entire surrounding woods. Along the way, they were accustomed to seeing the beauty of the Whispering Swamp, and it was only now that the girls finally saw what they had imagined the swamp to look like. The low woods, the dark and dirty soil, the flooded ground, the swampy gas bubbles, and the life-devouring mire are all like the stories that make people afraid of the dangers of the mire.

"Hey, you're finally seeing what you'd like to see, hiss. Along the way, Galantis has become very familiar with the girls, and then half-jokingly said: "This place is a dark swamp by us, hiss, everywhere is a mire that can swallow people into, the air is full of foul swamp gas, hiss, if you light a fire here, you will often explode a fireball and hurt yourself, hiss, if you don't pay attention, you will often be attacked by demonic beasts lurking in the mire." I think, hey, most of the legends you've heard about the Whispering Swamp are derived from this Dark Swamp. ”

"Admittedly, there is a real possibility. Catherine nodded, "Perhaps those people only see the most dangerous side of the swamp, which is why they give special prominence to the situation in the Dark Swamp, and inadvertently ignore the other aspects of the Whispering Swamp." I think those people must not have your lead, otherwise they will definitely find more beauty, as we are now. If we were to write these stories, it would never be the way it is. ”

"Hiss, but the swamp isn't all that beautiful. Galantis hesitated for a moment, obviously reluctant to mention the shortcomings of his hometown, but finally said bluntly: "Actually, the whispering swamp is divided into two parts, north and south, hiss, and the northern swamp has a better environment, hiss. As we have seen, hiss, for high-level professionals, there is not much danger. Even if it is swallowed by the mire, hiss, and explosive with fighting energy, it can easily break free. Hey, all the tribes of our clan are also in the northern swamps, just for this kind of environment. As for the southern swamps. Hiss, that's the hunting ground of our hunting expedition, and only warriors from each tribe will form a tribal expedition to hunt in the South Marsh. Hiss, the environment there is even worse than the one you introduced in the book, there is deadly poison gas everywhere, there are fierce high-level demonic beasts everywhere, hiss, and in the depths of the swamp there is a guy who has been lurked by us, the body of that thing is a ball of flesh, but it has tentacles like an octopus. But there are so many more tentacles than octopuses. Hiss, what lurkers like the most is to suddenly stretch their tentacles out of the mud and drag their prey into the mire, hiss, their tentacles not only have suckers, but also thorns, hiss, which can pierce the skin of the prey and inject the prey with paralyzing toxin, those thorns can't even block our scales, only to stretch out the shield and resist. Hiss, but the lurkers are too big and powerful, once they are entangled in them. Hiss, unless you have the strength of the Legendary rank like us, or someone else to help, you can only wait for death, hiss. In the South Marsh, there are many more dangerous magical beasts like the Lurkers. Hiss, every time the hunting expeditions of the various tribes are lost. ”

"Then why do you always organize expeditions?" Vivien's thirst for knowledge, even folklore knowledge, made Vivien can't help but ask, "You swamp people don't have a large population, right, won't it be a problem to always consume like this?"

"For the hunt, hiss. Galantis said as a matter of course: "We are the darlings of the swamp, we are the children of Artemis, hiss, hunting has become a part of our lives, hiss, not to mention that we can't stop hunting even if it is just to store more food for the tribe." And participating in the hunting expedition, hiss, is the best training for a hunter, every member of the clan must participate at least once when they become adults, hiss, I have participated in it three times. ”

"They're lizardmen, they're smart. Penisti Galantis added, "She may not know what she knows, but the hunting expedition is definitely more than just an event for the training of the tribesmen." The population of the lizardmen is indeed small, more than fifty tribes have a population of seventy or eighty thousand, and this kind of population density is indeed enough for a hunting life in the northern marshes. However, if you continue to hunt like this for a long time, it will be difficult for the growth rate of the prey to keep up with the consumption rate, which will lead to fewer and fewer prey. In order to avoid this situation, the leaders of the early lizardmen made a rule that all tribes, when hunting within their territory, should follow the principle of hunting two times and one rest, that is, every two years, there should be a one-year fallow period, during which the tribe lived on the consumption of the food stored in the previous year and the fruits gathered, and hunting in the northern swamps was not allowed. At the same time, the tribe during the fallow hunting period will send an expedition team deep into the South Marsh to hunt a large number of large game from the South Marsh as a reserve material to supply the tribe's daily consumption in the coming year. This not only controls the lizardfolk population, but also effectively alleviates the rate of decline in prey in the northern swamps. It is precisely because of this habit that we can see this vibrant swamp, otherwise with the amount of food eaten by the lizard people, it is estimated that the animals in the swamp have been eaten by them for thousands of years. ”

"Is there a reason for this?" Gallantis, like a foreigner, asked blankly as if he had a yellow-green pupil full of doubts, "Hiss, why don't I even know?" ”

"Because when your tribal elders were talking about this, you were slapping your classmates with their tails. Pannis slapped the lizardman lady's triangular head vigorously and accused, like a father reprimanding his daughter, "After being discovered by the elders, they used the hind legs of the swamp flying rabbit to bribe your classmate and make him change his story and say that you didn't bully him." ”

"Huh, is there such a thing? Hiss, why don't I remember. Galantis smirked and said, "Hey, hey, uncle, you see, ah, no, I'm my mother's obedient and good child, hiss, how can I do such a thing." ”

"Alcmene saw it piece. Instead, Pannis tapped Galantis' most vulnerable snout, causing the poor lizardman lady to laugh and pull back, "If she hadn't translated it for us, how would we have known what the elder was talking about." You can reflect on it for me, learn more things in the future, and help your mother share the burden. ”

"Got it, hiss, and I love to talk about me as much as my mother. Galantis slapped Pannis's leg with his tail and protested against the abrupt change of subject: "Hey, look there, that's ...... Mark of the Hunter. (To be continued.) )

PS: I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes after only writing 500 words last night, and I was busy all morning after going to work today, and I can only owe another thousand, which is really a tragedy. I don't want to talk about making up for it anymore, and I'm not sure about fulfilling the promise and say a P. In short, the busy period is almost over, so stay up.

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