The scene before him made Am deeply suspicious.

Atana is the first warrior of their tribe, the most powerful lizardman, and his support in roaming the wilderness. It is because of Atana's existence that Am can lead the lizardman bandits of his tribe to become famous.

Now his best warrior has been swallowed up by the fortress inexplicably. Even Ata is useless, so will anyone else be useful?

The other lizardman bandits had no time to think like Am. They had already approached the fortress and swung their scimitars at the fortress. The undead wielding spears on the fortress did not show any weakness and fought back.

Ata was dragged into the main building of the castle and fell to the ground. He rolled over several times before getting up, but before he could stand firm, the undead on the wall rushed out and attacked him from behind with scimitars.

After all, he is a warrior. Even without weapons, Ata's fighting ability should not be underestimated. He waved his fists and beat the undead so that they could not get close to him. However, there are not only a few undead in the fortress.

More and more undead carrying bone knives and scimitars appeared, surrounded Ata and attacked him frantically.

As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands, and a hero cannot withstand the attack of numbers. No matter how strong Ren Ata was, he could not withstand the attack of dozens of undead. He was soon chopped to the ground. His death was so inexplicable. Until his death, his mind was confused. He didn't understand what had happened and why he was surrounded and hacked to death by the undead.

After the enemy's death, the undead returned to the wall, allowing the ground to swallow Ata's body.

The battle outside was equally fierce. It was basically the lizardmen bandits chopping the bones of the undead, and the undead were poking holes in their bodies. Well, it was extremely intense.

Because they were fighting from a high position, the undead could protect their skulls very well. As for the bones in their bodies, they could chop them off at will and at worst they could just replace them with another one.

While fighting back, the undead sneakily pulled people into the main building. They wanted the corpses and the living lizardman bandits. It just so happened that their spears had barbs, so they could hook the lizardmen to their side after piercing them, and then pull them into the main building of the castle.

The undead outside that fought back used spears, and the undead in the main building used bone knives and scimitars. If a lizardman was not brought in, the undead in the main building would immediately show up to finish off the undead.

No matter whether he is dead or alive, just finish him off first. If he is dead, let him die completely. If he is alive, hack him to death with a random knife.

After fighting for a while, the lizardmen finally came to their senses. Something was wrong. After fighting for a long time, the undead were still alive and well, and the spears stabbed them smoothly. Looking at their own side, why were the number of people getting smaller and smaller, and there was not even a corpse left.

Lizardmen are cold-blooded animals, and their hands and feet are usually cold, but Am, who was watching the battle from a distance, felt his heart chilled at this moment. The undead are the undead after all, and legends are legends after all. My ancestors have never lied to me. It's too scary!

In just a short while, dozens of lizardmen disappeared, and the number of people was reduced by nearly half!

Looking at the group of undead again, there were no losses, not even a single injured one. They were still the same as before, just attacking without any defense, and they didn't care at all when they were hacked at.

I was wrong. I shouldn't have let fame blind me. I shouldn't have brought my people to find these undead. I can't go on like this, otherwise everyone will die here. These are young and middle-aged people. If they all die, the tribe will be finished.

With trembling hands, Am took out the bone whistle and blew it hard.

This is the whistle of retreat.

The lizardman bandits had already considered retreating when they saw their numbers decreasing. They were bandits, not soldiers, and it was their nature to bully the weak and fear the strong. They had already considered retreating, and when they heard the whistle, they no longer hesitated and retreated immediately.

"Eh? Why did you run away? Don't run! Chase me!"

Li Ziyu, who was standing on the top floor watching the show with great joy, found that the lizardmen began to retreat, and suddenly became anxious. What a joke! I finally met you, a group of bullyable bandits, and got a lot of resources and even weapons. How could I let you run away like this?

The mobile fortress closely chased the retreating lizardmen, the undead continued to attack, and Am fled madly with the remaining lizardmen.

Under the pressure of death, the Lizardmen burst out with astonishing speed.

In the wasteland, a group of miserable lizardmen bandits were chased by the mobile fortress like stray dogs until the first ray of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Li Ziyu turned his head to look at the horizon, then turned his head to look at the remaining lizardman bandits. He couldn't help but sigh. It would not be appropriate to continue chasing them. He ordered the mobile fortress to turn around and give up the pursuit.

After running a long way, Am turned around, panting, and glanced behind him. He saw that the terrifying undead fortress had already gone in the opposite direction. Then he stopped, leaning on his knees, and stopped running.

Alive, survived.

Am stuffed the bone whistle in his mouth. His breathing was not even yet, and the sound was intermittent when he blew the whistle, but it was enough. When the other lizardmen heard the whistle, they slowly stopped and looked behind with lingering fear. When they didn't see the undead, they breathed a sigh of relief. They felt like they had lost half their lives. They had never been chased like this before.

After recovering from his shock, Am counted the number of people who had escaped. After checking, he almost cried.

When they came out, there were nearly a hundred lizardmen, all full of vigor and vitality, but now there are only a dozen or so left. The rest of the lizardmen were all devoured by the undead, leaving no trace of their bodies, including Ata, the tribe's first warrior.

What should I do next?

robbery?

What the hell is there to rob? With just a dozen or so people, it would be hard for them to rob vagrants, let alone a caravan.

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