In Kokin’s view, this valley was eerily quiet.
In fact, it didn’t silent state because danger always lurked beneath a calm surface, like a hidden poison snake, suddenly leaping out to bite you.
Kokin was a Lizardman Dragon Hunter Cavalry squad leader. In usual missions, the orders were often direct and simple—attack or plunder—but the Dragon Hunter Cavalry occasionally acted as reconnaissance units, one of the tasks they hated the most. Scouting was extremely dangerous, especially in the jungle, where professional skills often spoke louder than speed and agility.
Kokin also disliked situations where it couldn’t leverage its advantages.
It lifted its head, the narrow rhombic pupils reflecting the sunlight’s platinum hue, the warmth of the sun dispelling the last trace of chill lingering after the night. As this warmth seeped into the cold blood of the Lizardman, it couldn’t help but shiver. The Lizard-man officer shook its head in disgust, using its race-specific nasal structure to track abnormal scents in the air—the orders required them to search for traces of a group of Humans, but where were those Humans?
North of Chablis lay a vast and boundless sea of trees. Frankly, Kokin felt that finding a few people in this forest seemed somewhat whimsical.
But this Lizard-man officer still cautiously held onto its long spear, extending its right hand forward, three fingers pointing to the forest in front. It emitted a series of high-frequency sounds, ordering its subordinates to disperse and enter—
But it didn’t realize it had already made a mistake at this moment.
When Kokin noticed that its subordinates had slipped into the eerie forest without any sound, it realized this point.
Even though realizing it now was slightly late, the Lizardman hurriedly wanted to retreat—thinking simultaneously about how to explain to its leader, the Lizard-man head He Youji’er, how four precious Dragon Hunter Cavalry soldiers got lost due to its negligence.
This question was not easy to answer. Although He Youji’er was considered by most of his subordinates as a crude, unfit upstart, he was also a shrewd Lizardman. Kokin knew its leader was not easy to fool. How could it answer? But it soon realized it didn’t need to worry about this question.
Because upon turning around, it saw a Human and an Elf standing behind it. As for when they appeared there, Kokin had no idea. It only knew that the Elf staring coldly at it—no, it should be a Silver Elf. Recently, they often caused trouble at the Silver Elf’s King’s Grave, so Kokin had gained some insight.
The Silver Elf was emitting an aura unique to a Peak Gold Rank powerhouse.
The battle’s result was predictable; you can hardly imagine five ’frail’ Lizardman cavalry standing any chance against over twenty Golden Peak warriors.
Hence, Kokin had no choice but to surrender.
Sometimes, a tiny mistake can cost a life.
However, the only thing the Lizard-man officer felt fortunate about was that those who captured it seemed temporarily not planning to take its life. But unfortunately, this was just one bad news among many that looked relatively acceptable. As a Scout, Kokin understood well that reconnaissance units sometimes captured prisoners, allowing them to live a little longer until they got the information they wanted. But ultimately, their fate was typically the same; Scouts wouldn’t carry burdens with them.
This sounded somewhat incredulous, but it was a fact; sometimes death wasn’t the scariest thing.
If you didn’t reveal the truth, those cold-blooded Scouts had many ways to let you taste something worse than death. As an experienced reconnaissance soldier and an even more seasoned Lizardman bandit, Kokin was familiar with what was about to happen. However, it wasn’t afraid since it had already prepared itself to spill everything it knew as soon as pressured.
Lizardmen have no integrity.
And as bandit Lizardmen, they certainly have even less. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⸺fire.net
Its hands and feet were tightly bound by a rope, but it still lifted its head, cautiously observing its surroundings. However, Kokin quickly discovered a fact—if they were capturing prisoners, the captors were few. The Lizard-man officer soon saw all its subordinates were dead, four in total, no more, no less. It wasn’t dumb and instantly realized its survival status might be somewhat precarious.