"Gudu, Gudu" makes a sound, a swamp covered by water. The gas formed by underground plants and animals when they rot. Bubbles form under the surface of the water, slowly float onto the water surface, and finally explodes in the air. The gas has a strong smell, filling the entire forest around. I have seen the beauty of the whispering swamps all the way. Until now, the girls finally saw the swamp they had imagined before. The low woods, the dark and dirty soil, the water-soaked ground, the swelling of biogas bubbles, and the mud that devours life. Everything is like what is passed down in the story, making people full of fear of the dangerous mud.

"Hiss, you can finally see what you want to see, hiss." Along the way, Garantis was already very familiar with the girls, and said half-jokingly: "We have become a Dark Swamp here, hissing, and there are muds that can be swallowed up everywhere. The air is filled with dirty biogas. Hissing, if you ignite here, a ball of fire will often burst out and hurt yourself. Hissing, if you don't pay attention, you will often be attacked by monsters lurking in the mud. I think, hissing, most of the descriptions of the whispering swamp in the legend you hear are derived from this Dark Swamp."

"It must be admitted that there is indeed a possibility." Catherine nodded and said, "Maybe those people only saw the most dangerous side of the swamp, so they particularly highlighted the situation of the Dark Swamp, and inadvertently ignored other aspects of the whispered swamp. I think those people must not have your leadership, otherwise they will definitely find more beauty, just like we are now. If we were to write these stories, it would never be the result."

"Shit, but the swamp is not all so beautiful." Garantis hesitated for a moment, obviously unwilling to mention the shortcomings of his hometown, but in the end he said bluntly: "In fact, the whisper swamp is divided into two parts, the north and south, the hiss, the northern swamp environment is better, the hiss. Just like what we saw, the hiss, is not too dangerous for high-level professions. Even if it is swallowed by the mud, hiss, and hiss, it can easily break free with the explosion with the fighting spirit. Hiss, all the tribes of our clan are also in the northern swamp, just for such an environment. As for the southern swamp. Hiss, it is the hunting ground for our clan's hunting expedition. Only the warriors in each tribe will form a tribal expedition team to enter the southern swamp to hunt. Hiss, the environment there is even worse than what you introduce in your book, there are deadly poison gas everywhere, and there are fierce high-level monsters, hiss, and the swamp is deep.

There are still hidden guys who are the lurkers who are the lurkers. The body of that kind is a meat ball, but it has tentacles like an octopus. But there are too many tentacles than octopus. Hissing, the lurkers like to suddenly extend their tentacles out of the mud and drag the prey into the mud and hissing. Their tentacles not only have suction cups, but also thorns and hissings, which can pierce the skin of the prey and inject paralyzing toxins into the prey. Those thorns cannot even block our scales, so they can only push the shield to resist. Hissing, but the lurkers are too big and have great strength. Once they are entangled by them. Hissing, unless they have the strength of the legendary level like us or have other people to help, they can only wait to die and hissing. In the southern swamp, there are many dangerous monsters like the lurkers. Hissing, every time the hunting expedition team of each tribe will be damaged."

"Then why do you always have to organize an expedition?" Vivian couldn't help asking: "You swamp people are not large, so will there be no problem in always consuming this way?"

"For hunting, hissing." Garantis said naturally: "We are the darlings of the swamp, we are Artemis' children, hissing, hunting has become a part of our lives, hissing, not to mention that we cannot stop hunting even if we just want to store more food for the tribe. Moreover, participating in the hunting expedition, hissing is the best training for a hunter. Every member of the tribe must participate at least once after adulthood. Hesing, I have participated three times."

"They are very smart." Panistica Galantis added: "She may not know clearly, but the hunting expedition is definitely not just an event held to train tribes. The population of the lizards is indeed not large, with more than 50 tribes with a population of 70,000 to 80,000. This population density is indeed enough in the northern swamp to make a living by hunting. However, if you continue to hunt like this for a long time, the growth rate of prey will be difficult to keep up with the consumption rate, which will lead to less and less prey. In order to avoid this situation, the leaders of the early lizards set a rule that all tribes should follow the hunting two-day hunting time when hunting within their own territory.

The principle is that every two years, there will be a one-year hunting period. During this year, the tribes rely on consuming the food stored in the previous year and the fruits collected, and are not allowed to hunt in the North Swamp. At the same time, the tribes during the hunting period will send expeditions to the South Swamp to hunt a large number of large prey from the South Swamp as reserve materials to supply the tribe's daily consumption in the coming year. This not only controls the population of the lizard people, but also effectively alleviates the rate of reduction in prey in the North Swamp. It is precisely because of this habit that we can see this vibrant swamp. Otherwise, with the food of the lizard people, the animals in the swamps have been almost eaten by them for thousands of years."

"Hiss? Is there such a reason?" Garantis was like a foreigner, with his yellow and green vertical pupils full of doubts, and he asked blankly: "Hiss, why don't I know."

"Because when your tribe elders talk about this knowledge, you are whipping your classmate with your tail." Panis slapped the big triangle head of the Lizardman lady and accused him like a father scolding her daughter: "After the elder discovered it, he used the hind legs of the swamp flying rabbit to buy your classmate, and asked him to change his words and say that you did not bully him."

"Huh? Is there something like this? Hissing, why don't I remember it?" Garantis said with a smirk: "Hehehehehe, uncle, you see it, ah, no, I am a mother's obedient good child. Hissing, how could I do such a thing?"

"Alkmene saw it together." Panis instead hit Garantis's most fragile nose, causing the poor Lizardman lady to smile and retreat: "If she hadn't translated it for us, how could we know what the elder was talking about? Please reflect on me, learn more in the future and share the burden for your mother."
Chapter completed!