Chapter 82: The Black Mountain Tribe Attacks
Chapter 82: The Black Mountain Tribe Attacks
He knew this was hard for his companions to believe.
Sometimes, unless one sees it with their own eyes, no matter how others explain, they won't believe it.
Afterward, the boat fell silent.
Only the sound of the oars splashing through the water echoed in the air.
The five on board each wore expressions of contemplation.
Although four of them found Rachel's words hard to believe, they were all well aware of what kind of person Rachel was.
Rachel wouldn't speak nonsense without reason.
As a Crystal Demon Hunter, Rachel's life experience far exceeded theirs.
After a long silence, Martha turned and looked at Rachel behind her.
"Rachel, I'm sorry. I'll investigate this matter carefully!"
The three others exchanged a smile upon hearing Martha's words.
"Martha, be thorough after we return. This matter—"
Eileen didn't finish her sentence, her voice suddenly cutting off.
She stood up abruptly, her face filled with unease as she stared at the river behind the small boat.
The other four seemed to sense something too, their expressions changing slightly.
They quickly stowed their oars and grabbed their weapons.
"Don't move. Keep rowing!"
Odyssey's face darkened as he spoke in a low voice.
The four silently continued paddling.
"Captain, what is that?"
Martha sounded nervous, her rhythm of rowing becoming erratic.
Rachel, sitting behind, lowered his head to glance at the dark shadow flashing by under the water.
"It should be Swamp Lizardmen!"
From the sky, the river's surface showed countless shadows passing beneath the boat in a continuous stream.
This lasted a full half hour.
Only after thirty minutes did the movements in the water disappear.
"Captain, could we have encountered migrating Swamp Lizardmen?"
Payes wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Fortunately, the Swamp Lizardmen had no interest in them.
Otherwise, the five of them would've been doomed.
No matter how strong they were, they couldn't outmatch Swamp Lizardmen in the water.
"Captain, look over there!"
Eileen suddenly exclaimed.
The others turned to where she pointed, frowning in unison.
Ahead, on the northern shore, lay an even broader stretch of water.
It was an endless swamp.
At the intersection of the swamp and the Goblin River, there was movement.
Large groups of Lizardmen emerged from deep water, wading into the swamp.
A massive, dark wave of Swamp Lizardmen formed as they marched northward in droves.
Even more Lizardmen continued to surface from the deep water, heading ashore.
The five on the boat watched silently as this unfolded.
"Those Lizardmen are armed; this doesn't look like migration!"
"Could it be tribal warfare among the Savage Tribes?"
"It's none of our concern. Keep rowing and leave this place!"
Rachel was the first to react.
This was no time to spectate.
Staying away from this danger was the wisest course of action.
Her words snapped the others out of their thoughts.
They began rowing vigorously, quickly speeding up against the current.
While the five watched the Lizardmen in the swamp, those same Lizardmen noticed their boat.
"Humans... Adventurers. Elder Chiskale, should we deal with them?"
Three Lizardmen, observing from the shore, exchanged glances.
Among them, one stood out.
Its entire body was covered in fiery red scales, distinct from the others.
"Human adventurers are troublesome and strong. Now is not the time to stir up more trouble."
"Let's move. Don't forget our mission!"
Without expression, Chiskale withdrew his gaze from the river, turning to follow the marching army.
The other two Lizardmen quickly followed behind him.
From above, the swamp was filled with a massive, dark mass of Lizardmen moving northward.
Their numbers exceeded five thousand.
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Five days later, in the morning at the Gray Scales Tribe.
The Black Mountain Tribe's army entered from the northwest, flooding the small village.
"Elder Chiskale, everything's empty. It's been deserted for a long time!"
Standing amidst the wooden houses built over water, Chiskale scanned his surroundings.
"Elder Chiskale, could it be that the Gray Scales Tribe—"
The Lizardman beside him hesitated to finish the sentence.
"Go to the Black Scales Tribe!"
Chiskale turned expressionless, striding out of the village.
The Lizardmen behind him quickly followed.
"Elder Chiskale, should I take some men to check on the White Scales Tribe?"
"No need. Based on the information we've received, the White Scales Tribe was the first to be attacked by the Goblins. If something has happened to the Gray Scales and Black Scales Tribes, the White Scales Tribe wouldn't be spared either."
"We know nothing about the current situation in the northern marshlands. We cannot split our forces!"
By noon, the army that had entered the village was already marching northeast again.
The massive group left the village in a grand procession.
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The following day, at the Wooden Stockade Stronghold in the northern marshlands.
The sun was high, casting a blazing heat over the stronghold.
Gobu Sheng, stationed on the watchtower, was feeling irritable.
After more than a month, Gobu Sheng had successfully evolved.
Now a Goblin Warrior, his height had surged to two meters, and his frame was more robust.
The former leaders, Gobu Yi and Gobu Zhang, could only stand behind Gobu Sheng.
Gobu Sheng had become the boss of the Wooden Stockade Stronghold.
"Boss! Boss! They're coming! They're coming!"
A Goblin scrambled up the watchtower.
"Speak clearly! What's coming?"
Irritated, Gobu Sheng glared at the Goblin, raising his thick right leg to kick it.
"Lizardmen! Lots and lots of Lizardmen!"
Hearing this, Gobu Sheng's eyes lit up.
He withdrew his foot and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha!"
His laughter echoed from the watchtower for a long time.
"Excellent! The Lizardmen are finally here!"
"Gobu Zhang, find that white-scaled female Lizardman. Have her send all the male Lizardmen out to hunt. Also, tell her to spread the news of the Lizardmen's arrival."
Gobu Zhang nodded, then turned and climbed down the watchtower, running into the stronghold.
Gobu Sheng grinned as he looked out over the swamp.
Although he didn't understand why the boss gave these orders, he wasn't interested in figuring it out.
All he needed to do was follow instructions.
Turning to the Triple-bow Ballista beside him, Gobu Sheng grinned sinisterly.
"Come on, let me shoot you all into pieces!"
The thought of such a delightful scene made Gobu Sheng shiver with excitement.
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Shortly after, in the largest wooden house within the stronghold, Bai Ling gathered the tribal elders.
"The Black Mountain Tribe has indeed arrived!"
The news from High Priest Bai Ling left the elders exchanging uneasy glances.