The brave man opened the coffin and rose

In the supply point camp, in the big tent in the center, General Zaza was walking inside.

The general names of lizardmen are two names with the same pronunciation and some names with blessing meanings in between.

For example, their great elder, Paospa, who brazenly launched a war westward against the North.

Ousi means come on.

But Zaza is a little different. He has no parents and no one to give him good wishes for the future.

So he only has two names with the same pronunciation: Zaza.

Sometimes he would wonder if there would ever be a day when he would find his parents.

After all, any lizardman who saw him would praise the extraordinary beauty of his scales.

The dark green scales on his body reflected the dim light of the camp, like unique decorations on an emerald stele.

With such genes, my parents would not be ordinary people, nor would they be cannon fodder who died in war.

However, until he got the position of general, he never found out anything about himself from any high-level or superior people.

Moreover, do I really have a chance to continue inquiring?

Zaza raised his head and found that the water in the cup on the table had disappeared without his noticing.

At first, it was just some people reporting that they had run out of water.

Later on, these situations became so serious that they could no longer be ignored.

Everyone felt extremely thirsty.

Every container of water in the camp was evaporating rapidly.

The speed was not so exaggerated as to be visible to the naked eye, but it only took half an hour for a tank of water to be reduced to a shallow bottom.

What was even more surprising was that the potions and other things carried by the army, which also contained water, showed no signs of evaporation.

There was no noticeable increase in the surrounding temperature.

The conclusion is that it is not normal volatilization due to temperature change, and the judgment on water is relatively narrow.

It must be the effect of magic!

What's even more hateful is that since the damn magical effect came into the camp, the surrounding streams seem to have been affected as well.

Just after noon, the decreasing water supply had already begun to cause panic among the people.

Although Zaza, as the highest leader of the camp, did not show any emotion, he knew that his body was constantly protesting.

Before nightfall, the stream that was once full of vitality and vigor had dried up, leaving only sand, rocks and shallow gullies.

Now it is the middle of the night, the air is filled with a desolate smell, and even the chirping of insects at night has disappeared.

Zaza's mood became increasingly heavy. He felt that his life was being swallowed up bit by bit by this waterless world.

He was not a fool. As the leader of a camp, he knew with his toes that it was an enemy attack when such an unusual situation occurred.

As early as noon, Zaza observed the cattails growing around the camp, emitting steaming smoke.

But after ordering his men to clear them out and failing to do so, Zaza gave up using manpower to deal with them.

When you are thirsty, the more you move, the more water you lack.

Once the fluffy "cattail sausage" is unfolded, countless seeds will fly everywhere.

Is it a specialty unique to the North?

The lizardmen from the Eastern Wilderness were not aware of the characteristics of the Smoke-Rising Reeds.

Moreover, they were not sure whether these things caused their water shortage or whether these things appeared because of the water shortage.

Finally, after trying to dig a well and looking for water from the melted winter snow that was everywhere and both failed, Zaza gave the final order.

"Wait until night to go out and look for water."

He knew that this was probably the purpose of the enemy he had never met.

But right now, I can’t care so much.

The once crystal clear stream now only has a shallow layer of mud and stones.

Those fish that once played around were stranded in it, and eventually turned into shriveled corpses due to lack of water, lying there alone with a few yellow stones.

Zaza looked into the lifeless eyes of the fish corpses, as if looking at his own future.

"The butler hasn't come back yet, things must be getting serious..."

He licked his dry lips with his tongue and felt that every inch of his body was craving for moisture.

At the same time, an idea emerged uncontrollably from his mind.

"What we should consider now is our own survival."

The enemy's goal should be to capture the camp. In other words, as long as... they can have a safe future.

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As night fell, a group of lizardmen, carrying simple tools and water bags, quietly left the camp under the cover of darkness.

The moonlight shines on them, casting a mysterious silver glow on the road ahead of them.

They walked through the cracked earth, following the path of the stream in their memory.

The cold wind howled at night, bringing waves of chill.

After losing the shelter of the tent, the night seemed to become more terrifying.

However, their desire for water drove them to move forward.

"The air is not so dry anymore..."

Sure enough, after leaving the camp for a certain distance, the ground was covered with white snow again.

This is the northern border. In the middle of winter, isn't it normal for the ground to be covered with frost?

It would be abnormal if the snow in the camp melted quickly like before.

The lizardmen quickly knelt down, cupped their palms filled with snow, and struggled to put the cold snowballs into their mouths.

The moment the ice and snow melted, the cool and sweet water quickly moistened their thirsty throats.

Although it was just a little bit of snow water, for them it was the sweet spring they had longed for.

Regardless of the cold, they wolfed down the snow water, enjoying the precious moisture.

However, just as they were enjoying the snow water moistening their throats, they heard rumbling footsteps and wolf howls in the distance.

Abes, leading the wolf cavalry, rushed out from the place where he had been waiting for a long time.

"I knew that you aliens would stop because of the snow and water!"

They obviously did not expect to be attacked by the enemy at this moment and fell into chaos for a while.

"Resistance is meaningless. Your lives are worthless to my master. You might as well surrender. Maybe you can save your life!"

Beside Abes, Gaviling rode his horse... and rode his wolf forward, throwing the weapon in his hand, directly piercing the throat of a lizardman who was still chewing snow.

The lizardmen looked at each other nervously. General Zaza had informed them of the situation before they set out.

They knew that coming out to look for water was the enemy's target, so their hope of survival was extremely slim.

It can be said that if you dare to come out, you already have courage.

However, when they actually saw the enemy, the courage they had managed to muster seemed to disappear completely.

At this time, an elderly lizardman stepped forward and looked ahead with a firm gaze. "When we fight against the Scaleless People, we can only die in battle. There is no way we can surrender to the enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the enemy. Seeing this, the other lizardmen also cheered up and followed closely.

Abes looked at the not-so-large team in front of him, but pulled the wolf under his crotch that was ready to charge, turned around and looked to the side.

The next moment, an arrow flashing with magical light was firmly controlled in mid-air by the vibrating half-sword with sound waves.