Chapter 32: Night Attack

Facing the elders' gazes, the white Lizardman opened its reptilian mouth.

A gentle voice echoed in the room.

"Elder Aron, immediately send people to warn the Gray-Scaled Tribe and the Black-Scaled Tribe. Tell them that, if necessary, the White Phosphorus Tribe hopes to gain their help. In this swamp, all Lizardmen are one. Only by uniting against our enemies can we survive."

Elder Aron nodded.

No one knew what would happen in the future.

But making early preparations was never wrong.

Meanwhile, on the other side, deep within the swamp.

Under the moonlight, the weed-filled swamp was draped in a silver veil.

In a knee-deep water area, a dark mass of figures waded forward.

The shadows under the moonlight spread across a large portion of the swamp.

The sound of water splashing reverberated in the night sky.

Ripples formed as the water’s surface churned intensely.

The Goblins moved with ease, even in the swamp.

The loud commotion drove swamp crabs out of their water holes, scurrying away in panic.

Their speed left only faint ripples on the water.

Swamp crocodiles, nearly five meters long, poked their heads out from the distant waters.

The noise made by the Goblins caught their attention.

But the overwhelming sounds and the sheer number of prey deterred them from approaching.

"Swamp crocodiles!"

The nearby crocodiles made the Goblins somewhat nervous.

Swamp crocodiles were Tier-2 magical beasts, invincible in water.

They usually lived in swamps and rivers.

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Approaching the water’s edge often invited their attacks.

Goblins fetching water from the rivers had frequently fallen prey to swamp crocodiles.

Legend spoke of a Swamp Crocodile King, a Tier-5 magical beast with magical powers.

"What’s there to fear? We have crossbows and spears!"

"Yeah, yeah, if those crocodiles dare approach, we’ll shoot and stab them to death."

Thinking of their weapons, the Goblins felt braver.

Their gazes toward the crocodiles turned greedy.

"Swamp crocodile meat tastes delicious. Let’s hunt them."

"No, tonight the Lizardmen are our feast!"

"If we leave the group, the boss will get angry."

"Exactly, exactly, no splitting up!"

Among the wading Goblins was Li Meng.

Turning slightly, Li Meng glanced at the nearby waters.

More and more swamp crocodiles were gathering in the waters near the Goblin army.

Any Goblin that strayed from the group would become their meal.

[Swamp Crocodile]

[Level: 32]

[Strength: 71]

[Defense: 88]

[Agility: 68]

[Magic: 11]

Their level and attributes were high.

But magical beasts were just beasts. Unlike humans, they couldn’t learn magical skills.

Without the enhancement of magical skills, they were merely stronger animals.

This was shallow water. If the crocodiles truly attacked, the outcome would be uncertain.

Compared to the Goblins’ somewhat labored movements, Benben appeared much more at ease.

Though this was a swamp, not all ground beneath the water was muddy.

Li Meng walked ahead to scout paths for Benben.

Otherwise, he would have already been riding on Benben’s shoulders.

Benben also noticed the distant swamp crocodiles.

It opened its mouth, saying, “Oh-oo, oh-oo,” while pointing at the crocodiles.

Turning back at Benben's voice, Li Meng grinned.

From Benben’s expression, Li Meng knew it must be talking about food.

Shaking his head, Li Meng pointed toward the dark depths ahead.

Benben could only look regretfully at the crocodiles before continuing to follow its boss.

Three hours later, at the White-Scaled Tribe.

It was late at night, and the tribe behind the wooden walls was silent.

Even the Lizardmen guards on the walls were dozing off.

"Hey, did you hear something?"

On a section of the southern wall, a sleepy Lizardman suddenly jolted awake.

Rubbing its eyes, it scanned the outer swamp.

It patted its equally drowsy companion beside it.

The awakened companion yawned.

"Probably just swamp crabs. Those things love digging by the water."

The Lizardman guard scanned the water again.

Under the moonlight, only messy weeds and rippling water could be seen.

"Wait, when did that mound appear over there?"

Suddenly, the guard's gaze fixed on a massive shadow.

The mound wasn’t far from the shore, only about fifty meters from the wall.

It was too far to make out clearly.

"Let me see. Huh, that wasn’t there earlier."

The guards exchanged puzzled looks.

Having stood watch for so long, they were familiar with the swamp’s layout.

They were sure that shadow hadn’t been there before.

"Could it be a swamp crocodile?"

"Impossible. Even standing upright, a crocodile wouldn’t be that big."

"That’s strange. It’s not like a giant rock could have fallen from the sky."

"Maybe it’s a pile of floating weeds that drifted here."

"Whatever. When dawn comes—"

Whoosh!

Suddenly, an abrupt sound pierced the night.

Black streaks flashed under the moonlight.

The bodies of the Lizardman guards, who were observing the swamp, froze.

Arrows had precisely struck both of their heads.

Their sturdy bodies collapsed one after the other, falling off the wall.

In the moonlit darkness, numerous figures emerged from the weeds.

"Benben, charge!"

With a loud roar, the dark shadow moved.

Benben stood up, taking massive strides toward the wooden wall.

"Kill, kill!"

"Meat, meat!"

The Goblins shouted loudly as they followed Benben’s massive figure toward the shore.

Crossbowmen continuously shot at the guards on the wall.

"What’s happening?"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The noise outside startled the Lizardman guards.

But they quickly realized what was happening.

Immediately, the guards shouted warnings.

The commotion woke the Lizardmen in the tribe.

Chaos erupted as many armed themselves with large machetes and rushed out of their straw huts.

"South! The southern wall is under attack!"

The Lizardmen warriors hurried toward the southern wall.

Meanwhile, outside the wall.

Benben had reached the shore, its massive body charging toward the wooden barrier.

"What’s that? It’s huge!"

The tribe’s wooden wall was only five meters tall.

It was built primarily to keep out swamp crabs and crocodiles.

But Benben’s height nearly matched the wall.

To the Lizardmen, Benben was like a giant.

"It’s... it’s an Ogre!"

One guard recognized Benben and shouted in alarm.

Benben, like a mountain, crashed into the wall with its massive shoulder.