After two days of clean-up war, the gnolls in the Hurek forest were slaughtered one after another, and Aaron lacked any sense of affection for this famous "novice monster" and symbol of evil creatures, and he ordered that if he saw a gnoll, he would kill them on the spot, leaving nothing alive.

"Trying to communicate with the gnolls is the fastest way to get into their stomachs."

—Varro's adventure report

But after the forward troops reported encountering swarms of lizardfolk settlements, Aaron had to think about it.

Do you want to leave these lizardmen behind?

The lizardmen of the kingdom are different from the lizardmen of the warhammer, the lizardmen of the warhammer are theoretically composed of the servant of the ancient saint and the guard lizards made by the ancient saint to the demon toads, and the guard lizards are divided into the spirit lizard full of wisdom and the lizard full of power, which is the inheritance of an out-and-out advanced civilization, a bit similar to the snake empire, the successor of the Sauruk Witch Empire, although the snake people cannot have the magic ability of the witches to explode, and they also know little about the technology of many witches, but it is enough for the snake man empire to dominate for a while.

The lizardmen can pick up anything from the ancient holy pyramid, and they are more advanced than most civilizations in the Warhammer world.

The lizardfolk of the realm are different, and the lizardfolk of the realm are scaly humanoids. However, they resemble lizards or dragons in appearance compared to humans, dwarves, or elves.

Lizardfolk have a different and enigmatic mind, and their desires and thoughts are driven by a set of basic principles that are different from those of warm-blooded animals.

Their murky swamp home may be hundreds of miles away from the nearest human settlement, but their way of thinking is even more than a hundred and eight thousand miles away from their smooth-skinned counterparts.

As cold-blooded animals, the lizardmen of the kingdom have a hard time understanding the feelings of humans and other hot-blooded species, in their opinion, there are only three emotions in this world: fear, happiness and hostility, they will not be angry, nor sad or feel pain, these reptiles only have absolute cold-blooded logic, they will not feel sad because of their fallen compatriots, in their eyes the fallen compatriots are just fresh reserve meat, and they will not change their behavior because of the happy past between the two.

The dwarves had learned this profound lesson - a dwarf and a lizardman had adventures together, and they had many pleasant times (the dwarf thought so), only to have their fellow lizardmen cut off one of the dwarves' legs without hesitation when they were lost in a wasteland, simply because I was hungry.

It ate one of its companion's legs in this way, and after eating and drinking enough, the lizardman went out to find a way, and it managed to find a way out, and when it came back to tell its dwarven companion that it had found its way out, it was puzzled by the dwarven's angry glare and active attack.

I've found my way, why are you attacking me?

This is the cold-blooded logic of the lizardmen, they only regard survival as their only goal, when the enemy is strong, no matter what the enemy has done to them, the lizardmen do not feel that it is a shame to whisper peace, and when the enemy is weak, the lizardmen will also think that the enemy is their reserve granary, and from time to time come to pick two good ones, it is natural to have a meal.

Only today, this tribe of lizardmen in the forest of Hurek is about to face a most terrible test.

The flames of war were burning, shouts of slaughter all around, and the ruthless advancing Shepherd legionnaires and roaming squads of adventurers gradually burned the flames into the swamps of the lizardfolk tribe.

Razor-blooded attacked the lizardmen's colony, cunning and ruthless, slaughtering the gnolls first, and now it's their turn.

Hundreds of lizardmen are fighting around the swamp, and the lizardmen shamans and lizardmen priests in the rear are unleashing their magic to fend off the onslaught of the hot-blooded species, each fighting for their own survival.

Unfortunately, the number of casters is too small, and the number of blessings and healers in the enemy's army is unprecedented.

The great shaman of the lizardman stared at the battlefield, and he sat on a monitor lizard, with a faint regret in his heart.

I should have known that I should not have agreed to the covenant of the gnolls, and I should have made peace with the hot-blooded race.

As the Great Shaman considered the terms of the peace talks, the deafening noise sent shivers down the lizardmen tribe.

Rumble!

A dull loud noise echoed across the battlefield, accompanied by a loud howl, the dwarven troops entered the battle for the first time, and the dwarven troops led by Kimgon Fire Em lined up, reloaded, and fired, and the new Chaos Enchanted Fire Bolt, Moradin's large sausage volley, burst into a series of thunderous thunderbolts in the lizardmen's array, and fifty enchanted fire guns exploded into the sky full of flesh and stumps.

The Snow Elf Marksman's arrows weaved through the ranks with precision, searching for spellcasters and javelinmen among the lizardmen with great agility, and Reerta drew arrow after arrow from the quiver behind him, and together with his sister, inflicted deadly damage on the lizardmen.

"Evanna, watch out for the lizardman leader!"

Relta pointed to the lizardmen's great shaman: "Solve it!" ”

"Calamity!"

The Great Shaman of the Lizard pointed at the Shepherd Legionnaire who was close to him, and he saw a great swordsman covered in blood slashing up, this great swordsman had already killed every corner of his armor stuffed with the blood and flesh of the lizardman, after this calamity, his body stiffened for a while, and the Great Shaman of the Lizard immediately released a plague spell.

The barbarian great swordsman was hit by the epidemic technique, and his whole body was covered with dense chickenpox, and he didn't have a chance to scratch it, and the huge war lizard under the great shaman's seat knocked him out.

Boom~

One of the Great Swordsmen was pushed into the air, and more Great Swordsmen rushed to kill him, and the Great Shaman grabbed a javelin and threw it through one, and then released a wall of thorns to stop the enemy, and the Great Shaman realized that the situation was not good.

Just as it was about to use its broken language to communicate with the Hotblooded Race, a human stepped out of the Hot-Blooded Army's formation.

This hot-blooded man looked young, he had an incomparably handsome appearance, like eyes in the sky, he was tall and slender, and he took the hand of a priest with a beautiful face and golden braids, and signaled that the attack was temporarily suspended.

The soldiers of the Shepherd's Legion paused for a moment, looking at their leader with puzzled eyes.

"Huh?" The lizard-man shaman also signaled for the battle to stop for the time being.

It listened to the psychic communication from the human, and the other party made a condition.

Peace talks.

He will designate a "Lizardman Reservation" for the Lizardmen deep in the swamp of the Hurek Forest, making this area for the Lizardmen to live inhabited, and the Lizardmen will enjoy "autonomy" in the swamp, and he will restrain his people from disturbing the lives of the Lizardmen.

Or, as long as the lizardmen give up their resistance, he can let the lizardmen leave safely, and he can provide the lizardmen with enough food to migrate.

"I swear by the Wyvern Lake, the Cormiers give you a fair choice."

The Great Lord of the Bloody Race said coldly.

"Make your decision, cold-blooded."

…………

"Knock~Knock~Knock~"

Deep in the Hurek Forest, the Druid "Sacred Grove".

The dull sound of war drums spread from the center of the Sacred Grove, and the war drums made of the human skins of lumberjacks were played frantically, around which all the nearby groups under the protection of the Sacred Forest began to converge.

A large group of tiflins, all dressed in armor and armed with various weapons, looked nervously at the large altar in the middle of the sacred forest, around which stood many druids and several bandits in tattered clothes and panic.

"Knock~Knock~Knock~"

The drums of war grew louder and louder, and people gathered around the altar to collectively call out the names of their leaders.

Master of Thorns.

"Sage, the Cormiers have been killed!"

"Sage, we have received news that the gnolls have been slaughtered, the lizardmen have accepted the conditions of the Cormiers, and some of the lizardmen have remained in the 'Lizardmen Reservation', while the other part of the lizardmen have left the Hurek Forest under human supervision!"

"Damn Cormiers, actually give food to lizardmen!"

"This stupid group of cold-blooded people doesn't know how to help each other at all."

"Sage, what should I do? What should we do? If this continues, the Cormiers will soon be slaughtered near the Sacred Forest, and we will be the only ones left in the forest! ”

The gathered crowd called out the name of the "sage", and just as they looked expectantly, the huge stone door at the end of the altar slowly opened.

First up is a dragonmon, two meters long and one and a half meters tall, with strong limbs, long jaws, and a sturdy epidermis, with a pair of tiny wings on its gray scales, so small that it is doubtful that it can carry this monster.

The Great Druid sat cross-legged on the monster's body, his old face emerging from the shadows, the dense scars on his naked upper body telling of his past encounters, and the countless scars on his chest showed his innate tenacity.

The memory of the Master of Thorns seems to have gone back to two years ago, when he led this group of people to fight against the orc Great Khan Tujin and drove Tujin and his orcs out of the Hurek Forest.

As soon as the Master of Thorns appeared, all the people fell silent, and they looked at the Great Druid with adoring eyes.

Dabba Thorn, the great Great Great Druid, the extreme Great Druid, a legend who gave everything for the freedom and balance of the kingdom.

Dabba is considered to be one of the most extreme great druids in the realm, he has traveled the continent, he has led people to pioneer in the desert, he has constantly studied ways to restore harmony to the nature of the kingdom, the master of thorns has brought together like-minded people who are interested in maintaining the "unity of the supreme balance" with fraternity and kindness, and he treats trees and ancient forests like his own children, always full of pity and sorrow, which has won him the love of many mortals.

However, Dabba was unrelenting in his dealings with his enemies, and any mortal who tried to destroy the forest was punished with the severest punishment, from the lumberjack to the stubber, to the severed arms of giants, and to the depths of the swamp where he personally killed a green dragon because he wanted the swamp to be his lair!

This is Daba, he does not allow anyone to harm this ancient forest, he is the last guardian of the ancient forest, the king of the holy land here.

Daba had dedicated his life to the forest, he had never married or had children, he had no spouse or any personal possessions, and the first thing he did after killing the green dragon was not to celebrate his victory, but to kiss the waters of the swamp and swear an oath to his lover, and he once again guarded the tranquility of the place.

He had traveled many deserts and turned them into oases with his own power, and the nomads kissed the land he walked and regarded him as a saint, but when the nomads wanted to use the oasis he left behind, Daba ruthlessly killed these mortals who regarded him as idols.

Naturally, such an extreme Great Druid will not lack followers.

Even if he is very old, his heart to protect the forest will not change.

"No one can encroach on the ancient forest, no." Daba-Thorn said slowly, his cloudy gaze full of determination: "For the sake of the forest, for the sake of the deep forest, we must stop the Cormiers. ”

"Bardeen, inform the 'Bishop' that he will be willing to help us."

"Yes."

"Also, inform our allies." Master Thorn's eyes were full of murderous intent, "Friends from the Elven Wilderness will surely be willing to share their power with us, especially the Flower Knight of the daughter of the Elf King Oberon. ”

"Just today! Start Hunting! ”

The roar of the Grand Druid rises from the altar and rushes down the Sacred Grove to other planes!

In the Elven Wilderness, the Winter Hunting Army got the news.

The Wild Hunting General was overjoyed when he heard it, and the sky was full of frost.

"Wild Hunt, Sortie!"

Updated, the second more ask for tickets duck ~

(End of chapter)