Final Lord

Chapter 170 Lizard Man

The swamp was bubbling and gurgling, looking just like a pot of overcooked toad soup.

A black-robed lizardman trudged through the mud, his tattered robe now stained a rag color, with half a wriggling leech hanging from the back.

"Hey! This thing is really powerful. It reminds me of when I was a little boy. It was even thicker than the chief's." The lizardman flicked his tail, sending the leech flying into a tree, where it hit a dozing bald water bird.

The waterbird shuddered and took flight, only to be swallowed whole by the razor crocodile lizard that burst from the water mid-air.

"Hey, there's another surprise?" The lizardman's eyes lit up, and his arm suddenly grew thicker. He raised his hand towards the Razorback Lizard, and a water arrow shot out, instantly piercing the Razorback Lizard's body.

"Organ stew, let's get started!" The lizardman hummed a tribal tune, his fingernails suddenly lengthening, becoming as sharp as knives.

He deftly dragged the razor lizard off and dismembered it into eight pieces, breaking it into various scattered organs.

"Hmm, these eyeballs will do." The lizardman buried the Razor Claw Lizard's eyeballs in the ground and chanted a spell over the mud pit.

Suddenly, the mud puddle let out a stinky fart, and three octopus-like things popped out, with fluorescent spores emitting a green glow still attached to the tips of the tentacles.

"Hmm. So this time it's sensory tentacles that have grown? They're quite useful here." The lizardman murmured, his throat gurgling like sandpaper.

His claws suddenly pierced his left arm, where the scales had fallen off, and dug a hole in it.

"Come here, little one."

The lizardman extended an invitation to the tentacles, which wriggled and crawled onto the lizardman's body, burrowing into his arm.

quack quack...

A crisp cracking sound of bones dislocating came from the miasma. Twenty paces away on the mossy floating island, some biological organs that the lizardmen had previously planted were multiplying wildly, forming tendrils similar to those of plants.

The tips of the tentacles were adorned with strange objects—eyeballs with three pupils, wings with thin membranes, mouths emitting blazing flames, and so on.

"Yes, a bumper harvest, a bumper harvest."

The lizard man waded through the mud with his webbed feet, as if strolling through a field, picking and choosing among the organs.

And he kept pressing the selected organs onto his own body.

"Let me see, let me see... Sensory tentacles, water balloons, amphibious legs... Why are they all common items? No, they're too weak. I need to get more of them."

"The terrain is swampy, and this time the enemy is stronger than me. I need to get more powerful and rare items to feel at ease."

The lizardman muttered to himself as he stepped across the mossy floating island. With a gentle wave of his hand, the strange tentacles instantly lost their vitality, lay limply on the ground, and quickly withered and died.

Those organs that were not chosen by the lizardmen burrowed into the mud and began the next round of reproduction.

The lizardman didn't notice that on a large tree above his head, the air slightly distorted, as if the light had suddenly taken a turn.

……

Wang Bufu opened his eyes and touched his chin with interest.

"Interesting, he's actually a commander from the Witch Doctor path."

He beckoned to Weiyi, who was protecting him, and said, "Weiyi, your opponent has arrived. Whether you can win this battle depends on you."

Wei Yi took a step back warily, her back to Wang Bufu, and asked, "Brother, what did you find?"

“Our opponent this time may not have an army, but only himself.”

"Huh?!" Wei Yi asked in confusion, "Isn't the War Trial only open to commanders? Without an army, what kind of commander are you?"

“Who says you can’t be a commander without an army? Commanding your own limbs and organs is also a form of command.” Wang Bufu said with a smile, “There are three common types of commanders: fierce general, commanding general, and mage.”

I am the most traditional type of commander.

Commanders who excel at using magic to gain an advantage in war are mage-type commanders.

Those who excel at leading from the front, capable of taking on hundreds or even thousands of enemies single-handedly, are the fierce generals.

Commanders like myself usually stay safely behind the battlefield, relying on our command abilities to enable the troops to play a greater role.

The mage type focuses on the use of magic, changing the battlefield situation at the most opportune moment with the most appropriate magic. They don't act easily, but when they do, it's earth-shattering.

A fierce general needs to charge ahead, relying on his powerful martial prowess to clear the way for his soldiers and boost the morale of his troops.

The three main types are further divided into many different subtypes. For example, squad command type, legion command type, support magic type, and damage magic type, etc.

This time we encountered a lizardman witch doctor, who is the most unique type of warrior—the one who devours soldiers.

"What do you mean?"

"Simply put, he doesn't actually lack soldiers; rather, all his soldiers are on him, becoming a part of his body."

Normally, ordinary professions have only 3 special skills, while extraordinary professions have only 5. Once the special skill slots are full, acquiring new special skills becomes extremely difficult.

However, a commander who can unify the army can easily possess dozens or even hundreds of special skills.

The providers of those extra special abilities were his soldiers. These soldiers had lost all individual consciousness and were completely controlled by that commander.

For example, the lizardman witch doctor we encountered this time. He could use witchcraft to transform his soldiers into organs, allowing them to parasitize his body. He could also remove the organs and regenerate soldiers.

Commanders who absorb these soldiers will not only gain special skills, but also increase their attributes, becoming extremely powerful enough to fight against an entire legion single-handedly.

We call this method 'eating soldiers'.

Besides the lizardman witch doctor we encountered this time, the undead's Bone Hill and the elves' Primal Mother Tree are also commanders who devour troops.

You can eat all the soldiers or only a portion of them, depending on the commander's personal choice.

According to the intelligence we have gathered, our adversary has wiped out all of his soldiers, leaving none behind.

Commanders who prefer this extreme approach usually have only one goal—to use overwhelming personal force to kill the enemy commander and then slowly dispose of the enemy army.

"And you are my bodyguard. You are my last trump card for survival."

Wang Bufu smiled at Wei Yi and said:

"That's why I said the outcome of this battle depends on you. If you can hold him off and protect me, I'll survive, and he'll die."

If you can't stop him, and I die, you guys probably won't be able to defeat him. How about that? Feeling the pressure?

With a whoosh, Wei Yi drew her sword and twirled it beautifully.

She said solemnly, "Brother, no matter who comes or how powerful they are, if they want to hurt you, they'll have to step over my dead body first!"

"Hehehehe." Wang Bufu laughed unkindly: "You make it sound like he can't get over it. Not only can he get over it, he can also step on you twice."

A commander who consumes units is determined by the units they consume. If the enemy consumes an entire extraordinary legion, their strength will be at least epic.

"Hmph!" Wei Yi proudly raised her head: "So what if it's an epic? There are so many of us. If we all rush at him, he might not be able to kill us all in a short time. As long as he can't kill us all, you can definitely take care of him, brother."

(End of this chapter)