Chapter Forty-Seven: Not Dead

"Hurry up, everyone!"

Standing at the front of the whole team, Rouse, who suddenly became refreshed, hugged the old and frail old mage as if he was holding a fragile precious porcelain, and kept shouting back and forth into the hurried crowd behind. The thick beard of the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info shook with the exaggerated undulation of his voice, sweeping Proteus's wrinkled cheeks with pain.

But no one has time to care about this little thing.

"Hurry up!"

Rouse looked anxiously at the nervous crowd, his sweaty right hand clutching the blood-red broken knife beside him. Even if people have used the fastest speed to get on the road, even if a considerable part of the old and weak people have chosen those who do not know what to call self-destruction. But this speed is still a little unsightly compared to the uninvited "visitors" in the back.

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-- The flame monitor lizard, the most striking and famous specialty of the wasteland, there is no one.

This behemoth, which can often be between ten and twenty meters long, was once rumored to be a distant relative of the dragon. It's just that these related rumors have not been heard since the dragon clan himself used his fist to clarify this matter. However, it has to be said that this traditional giant lizard is really not much different from the legendary subspecies of the earth dragon in terms of appearance and size. In addition to the black-and-red lava armor on his body, the broad back, thick limbs, and resembling silhouette are simply a copy of the Earth Dragons.

If there is one most obvious difference between them, it is only through their tongues and noses.

The nose is the nose and the tongue is the tongue. There's really nothing strange about it, these most basic external organs have the same fixed role for all kinds of dragons.

However, if this common sense were for monitor lizards, everything would have changed.

It's different from the normal one that you use to feel the taste, transport food, and make a crunchy tongue from time to time. The lizard's tongue actually looks very similar to the snake's Nobuko. The long, forked tongue and the purple to black color of cold-blooded animals should be said to be exactly the same. But the tongue of the monitor lizard is different from that of those who indicate danger. It has a more comprehensive set of features......

In this dark year of the jungle, or in a timeline that encompasses almost all evolutionary history. Almost all natural hunters will have a good nose as a basis for sniffing out where their prey is. However, the monitor lizard's nose, which has degenerated to the point where it can only feel temperature, can only be used as an aid to its long, forked tongue.

...... An all-encompassing three-dimensional olfactory system, a thermal sensor that is more accurate than all known alchemical products, and highly sensitive neurons that are twice as many as a dog's nose, and the most basic judgment contained in it...... Yes, it's not just a little radar, it's a tongue with the ability to judge. Although all its actions are still instinctive, this cannot prevent people from coming to this point of view, that this tongue has a "brain".

A dizzying variety of predatory techniques have been developed by monitor lizards with a single tongue. Not only can it be used to feel the trajectory of scents in the air, but it can also show the most basic physical characteristics of the prey in the magma-filled brain of the flame monitor lizard, and even the emotional tension of the prey.

Where is this tongue. It's simply the best mate for hunting, running away, and judging friend and foe.

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And now, these apex predators are a little overwhelmed. Unlike other small predators who don't have enough partners because the eagles are gone, they lose their competitive chips. These overlords of the wasteland don't seem to care too much about the number of partners around them. In other words, the fewer mouths they come to beg for, the happier they are.

Without the eagle vultures to guide the way, the terrifying behemoth shook its exposed forked tongue slightly, indicating that it was not worried. They follow their prey unhurriedly, waiting for the opportunity to attack when the prey runs out of energy. By the way, a salamander easily trampled the jackal under its feet into a pulp and did some clearing work.

As the hegemons, they are telling all their competitors who are not long-eyed, or who are dazed by hunger, that this hibernation meal has been contracted.

These terrifying behemoths that followed the crowd were covered with black-red lava that had been refined by the high temperature in their bodies. ...... In other words, the hard excrement that flows through the body.

This massive armor made of some ineffable material has armed a massive monster that is already terrifying enough into a terrifying fortress of war. will kill all targets to the slag.

And now, they are waiting...... , waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

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Caesar, who was left alone, felt that his legs were a little weak now. I thought I was ready to give my life, but the trembling legs and the sweat that had soaked my clothes still couldn't deceive myself, and I couldn't deceive these incomparably huge top predators in front of me. Even though he had seen many of these beings with an unconventional body shape, Caesar still couldn't suppress the constant surging fear in his heart when he came into contact with him face-to-face.

A fire phoenix with thirteen rings can easily turn a flame monitor lizard into a charcoal roast in a one-on-one situation, so what about a dozen?

The swarms of monitor lizards, swept away by hunger and the desire to survive, turned from a slow march to a terrifying charge. The thick limbs and powerful tail raised a wall of gray three or four meters high on the sandy ground. From the sky, it looks like a claw stretched out from the dark world, grabbing at a lonely mage.

There is no companion to share with you, and there is no one to talk to...... Caesar closed his eyes in despair. When he was chosen to break off, he had already thought of such an ending.

But I'm still abandoned......

A fire phoenix, less than one-third of the total volume of the monitor lizard, rushed down, like a warrior rushing to the death to the battle array of the giant beast. Caesar closed his eyes and slowly stretched out his hands behind him, following the example of the big man who was scared to death when he was dying, raising his arms to touch the black sky in the distance.

A vigorous force of epiphany suddenly came out of his body at this moment. At this most critical time, in the face of death, he was promoted. ...... Caesar, a dead high-mage, shook his head, and the crisp sound of the phoenix in his ears was constantly being weakened. At least it's better than a dead mid-level mage. Ready to let go of everything, Caesar skipped this little episode that was not important to life in the slightest. He was still waiting, ready to accept his predestined death with poise.

...... ,...... ,...... It's been a long time...... Ten seconds? A few minutes, right?

The riots are still there, but he still seems to be alive.

Caesar, who was a little nervous, secretly opened a slit in his closed eyes, only to see a big man surrounded by flames pointing at his head and scolding him.

"Chief, it's the first time I've seen a fool use a fire spell to kill a salamander. A good fire phoenix was turned into a turkey by him! I said that Caesar had a bad head, so that Rouse still didn't believe me, and he was really asking for trouble!"

Looking in the direction of Clio's shout, a young man riding on a black skull brandished two terrifying scythes nearly three meters long, standing alone and arrogantly in front of the entire chaotic group of monitor lizards, and he actually blocked the footsteps of dozens of flame lizards by himself. Under the blowing of the wind, the young man's long black hair and torn black robes danced together, as if playing a blurry symphony. In Caesar's eyes, it seemed to shake the four wilds.

"Vime fatale!" Caesar exclaimed softly, and then fainted as he had hoped.