Lord, I’m A Lizardman

"Patriarch!"

In the shallow swamp, the figure of Lie Tooth walked towards An Mubai.

More than 200 inferior lizardmen died in the black mud swamp frogmen, which made the shallow swamp look really empty. At first glance, it was only him, Grayscale, and Bonescale who were looking for the figure of the inferior lizardmen.

"Well, Lietooth will ask Grayscale and the others to gather the cubs, just like yesterday."

An Mubai nodded, looked at the shallow swamp where there were no many lizardmen, and whispered to Lietooth.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Lie Tooth's expression was stunned for a moment, then he put his right fist on his chest, bowed his head to An Mubai, turned around and ran to where Grayscale and the others were.

"The lizardmen cubs don't have much intelligence. They can't do too complicated military training. They have to do it step by step."

"This morning is still the same as yesterday, first train them to stand still according to their respective ages, but be stricter and stand in the military posture of the morning."

An Mubai looked at the figure running away from Lietooth, a slight smile appeared on his face with black scales growing. Although his life in the previous life was ordinary, he also had two years of military service.

"Uuuu..."

There was a sound in the shallow swamp, and the cry of calling the lizardmen cubs sounded.

In the woods and jungle on the edge of the swamp, Simon looked over with some doubts in his eyes. The lizardmen called for the cubs, and the lizardmen in the summoned clan cried.

There was not much difference in Simon's ears. Although he could use a bone tool to make a whimper that sounded like the words of a lizardman, he actually didn't quite understand the words of a lizardman.

At most, the lizardmen's voice and expression can only tell a little of the meaning.

"This is about to start a war of the last clan, but this lizardman clan doesn't have many adult lizardmen, and the food in the clan seems to be very sufficient?"

Simon murmured with doubts in his heart, put down the tree he was trimming in his hands, and looked at An Mubai, the shallow pit lizardman patriarch, and waited.

This wait was a long wait until Sanscale, Molin and the others found enough herbs to make jerky. Lizardtooth and Grayscale were still unable to remove the lizardmen cubs in the shallow swamp. They are called.

"Threescales, Pupaw, you also went to the shallow swamp to find the cubs of the lieutenant's clan and the inferior lizardmen."

An Mubai spoke to the returning Sanscales and the others, looking at Lizardtooth in front of him, the lizardmen cubs gathered by Grayscale and the others.

With furious brows furrowed in their hearts, these lizardmen cubs were messy and thin, and they had completely forgotten the distinction An Mubai made between them yesterday.

Their bodies shrank together in fear of trembling. If An Mubai hadn't stared at them, they might have already fled back to the depths of the shallow swamp in a panic.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Three Scales, Pupao and the others nodded, looking at the lizardmen cubs who had been reunited by An Mubai with puzzled expressions in their eyes, and started walking towards the shallow swamp.

"Do lizardmen cubs have no memory? Yesterday, they stood there for an afternoon to distinguish them, and they can all forget them this morning."

An Mucai whispered with anger and irritability in his heart, and started to walk towards the lizardmen cubs who were in chaos in the shallow swamp at this time.

In their hearts, they originally planned to follow the simplest steps step by step, but now they can't even do the simplest ones.