Lord, I’m A Lizardman

"Shasha..."

"Stand for me, don't look around, don't move around."

Beside the shallow swamp, the rustling sound of iron tools grinding against streams and rocks kept ringing.

An Mubai held a rusty, mottled, two-handed sword in his hands, constantly polishing it. He looked at the grayscales standing in a military posture in the shallow swamp in front of him, and kept uttering words.

The ten two-handed greatswords snatched from the black mud swamp frogmen are standard human adventurers, or two-handed greatswords used by mercenaries.

It is about one meter five in length, about as wide as a vertical palm, and weighs nearly ten pounds. Not to mention the superior frogmen of the frogmen tribe, it is very laborious and ridiculous to use.

Even the middle-level lizardmen of the lizardmen family are difficult to use, and only high-class lizardmen can use them at will.

An Mubai took three claws from the big thatched hut. It has to be said that in the blood of the Lizardmen, there is indeed a hobby of shiny and sparkling things.

The three rusted two-handed swords were polished off one by one by An Mubai, and the rust was removed, and after they leaked the luster of metal, they immediately attracted the attention of Grayscale and the others.

Car Toe and Iron Fang were two high-class lizardmen, and they had no intention of seeing the lizardmen cubs gathered and divided in the shallow swamp. A pair of lizardmen's eyes seemed to be hard to stick to, and An Mubai had polished the three handles. General on the two-handed sword.

"Shasha..."

"Car Toe, Iron Fang!"

An Mubai polished the last two-handed sword in his hand, stood up from the edge of the shallow swamp, and shouted at the car toe and iron teeth.

"Patriarch!"

Tie Ya and Cha Toe immediately came over with excited expressions, the lizard tail swayed behind them, and looked at An Mubai with anticipation in their eyes, and at the two-handed great sword in his hands that glowed with metallic luster.

It's not that the Lizardmen of the Shallow Pit have never owned iron tools, but the dampness of the Asazawa swamps, plus the lack of knowledge of the maintenance of the iron tools, the iron tools they possess will not last long.

They will all disappear from the shallow pit lizardmen, and they will be abandoned by the lizardmen in every corner of the jungle that they can't even remember.

"Shallow potholes need new thatched huts!"

An Mubai spoke, and his golden vertical pupils looked at the excited toe, Tie Ya and the two of them, knowing what they were thinking.

After all, this polished three-handed great sword, An Mubai looked at the metallic luster on it, and the icy touch it exuded, and there was something strange in his heart, and he didn't want to send out what he had for himself.

It's just that An Mubai's rationality firmly suppressed this kind of impulse, which did not do him any good, and could only satisfy his body's urge.

"Cottages…"

"Patriarch, Tie Ya and I will now take Sanscale and the others to find enough trees!"

There was a little doubt in Che Toe's eyes, but his love and expectation for the two-handed sword made him not at all want to ask An Mubai why he wanted to build a thatched hut.

Instead, he answered excitedly, so he would bring Tie Ya to summon the three scales and go to the surrounding jungle to find suitable trees. He and Tie Ya had experience in building thatched cottages.

The lizardmen's thatched huts are not built by cutting down trees, but finding suitable broken trees in the jungle, or bringing dead trees back to build thatched huts.

Therefore, for the lizardmen, the construction of thatched huts is not an easy job that can be done in a day or two, even if it is a thatched hut.

Just using a few trees and hay to look at the grass caves that look like triangles, but it also takes a lot of time and the lizardmen.

An Mubai didn't have much time, and the Lizardmen in the shallow pits now had nothing to do, so he could take out the Lizardmen who built thatched huts.

"There are three scales and the others, I still have things to arrange. The trees needed to build the thatched cottage can only be done by the two of you."

An Mubai shook his head at Che Toe and Iron Fang, then gave them two of the three polished two-handed great swords, and then held one in his own hand.

Looking at Sanscale, Grayscale and the others looked at them and said.

"Three Scales, let Grayscale and the others take a rest. Together with you, look after the cubs in the clan, and don't let them run around."

"Walk!"

After speaking, An Mubai called out to the car toe beside him, and with a sound of iron teeth, walked towards the jungle behind the thatched cottage area.

The shallow depressions are the jungle growth around the moist depressions. Except for the hillsides where the shallow liquid caves belong, there are not many tall trees growing in the gravel mountains.

All around are trees that can be cut down to build the thatched hut area.

However, An Mubai still had the plan to open up the wasteland. The jungle behind the thatched hut area was the best choice for cutting down trees.

After the growing trees are cut down to build thatched cottages, the vacant land left behind can be used to reclaim the land.

"Bang! Toe, Iron Fang, I will cut down all the trees from here to here, and wait for the inferior lizard people in the clan to follow Moscale to deal with the frogman meat."

"Let them carry them out and use them to build thatched cottages."

After the thatched hut area, the trees were not very close to the dense jungle. An Mubai chopped down a tree as thick as an adult's wrist with one hand.

While speaking to Che Toe and Tie Ya, he divided the area for them to be cut down. This is what must be done, otherwise the wisdom of Che Toe and Tie Ya is already comparable to that of ordinary adults and children in their teens. almost.

However, they will still be hacking in this jungle, unable to reclaim suitable land for planting.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Car Toe and Tie Ya fondly touched the cold, metallic two-handed sword in their hands, and nodded to An Mubai repeatedly, not knowing how many trees they had cut down.

An Mubai led them all the way, slashing with two-handed swords along the way. There were not many areas divided. Although the trees growing in them were sparse, they were also jungles.

"Well, then I'll leave this to you first."

An Mubai looked at it, nodded with a smile on his face with thin black scales, and then ran towards the deeper jungle with a single movement.

This piece of jungle has long been covered, and the shallow pit lizardmen have walked many times. There are only trees, and there are no edible wild fruits and plant roots.

Naturally, there will be no utensils that An Mubai wants, which can be put on the fire to cook.

An Mubai planned to go to the Green Wind Plain, which is the junction between the Wanye Mountains and the human world, and it is the most likely place where human objects are left.

The adventurers who come and go, the human mercenary team who want to enter the Wanye Mountains and make a fortune, or some human caravans, will be there more or less.

The humanoid races that survived in the Green Wind Plain, or some things left behind under the attack of monsters, these things may be their weapons, cooking utensils, and of course their lives.