Following behind Am was a tall lizardman. Normally, a lizardman is about 1.7 to 1.75 meters tall, but this guy was over 2.5 meters tall, with muscles supporting his scales. Compared with the surrounding lizardmen, he seemed to be of a different species, and his weapon was not a spear or a knife, but a sledgehammer.
His name is Ata, and he is the strongest among the lizardman tribe. He is brave and good at fighting, but his brain is not very good and he likes to get into trouble. He only listens to Am and doesn't listen to anyone else.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Am first checked the bloody hole on the seriously injured lizardman's body, then came to the lizardman leader, bent down, stared into his eyes and asked in a deep voice.
No matter what the lizardman leader said before, no lizardman in the tribe dared to lie in front of Am. To lie to Am was not to die, but to live a life worse than death.
"Ah, oh, we really encountered the undead." The lizardman leader swallowed, feeling the powerful aura of the tribal leader, and said with difficulty.
"What does the undead look like? Tell me in detail." Am didn't stand up, still staring into his eyes, and spoke with a cold voice.
"They are a group of bones, moving bones, with flames burning in their heads, blue and cold. We break their bones, but they will reassemble themselves. We can't kill them. We can't kill those guys." Recalling the battle just now, the lizardman leader said in a cold sweat.
Listening to his story, the surrounding lizardmen fell silent and looked at each other. He said this in front of Am, could it be that the legend is true?
Are there really undead spirits?
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