They were nobles among the Lizardmen tribe in the Northern Mountains of the Geocentric Base, a force completely different from the Lizardmen tribe Moga Luo belonged to.
Their original intention for this trip was to hunt, but they were startled by the intense sound from the east during their hunt, hence they came here.
Seeing this overwhelming battle, they only felt a chill in their hearts; it was too terrifying. Such a battle, even if their entire tribe were to join, would be like a pebble thrown into a lake, unable to stir up even a ripple.
One young Lizardmen noble's eyes were filled with fear. His hands unconsciously tightened their grip on his spear, his knuckles turning white from the effort.
He trembled as he said, "What... what is this situation? Where did these bugs and strange Bugmen come from? How can they possess such powerful strength? We absolutely must not get involved in this war, or our entire tribe will suffer."
His voice carried a clear tremor, and his usual authority had long since vanished.
Another older Lizardmen noble, although also showing fear, still feigned composure and said, "Don't panic yet. Let's observe first and see the situation. Maybe this is just an accident, and perhaps they'll leave after they finish fighting."
But his eyes betrayed him, the occasional flashes of panic revealing his inner unease.
However, no sooner had they spoken than an Ironblood Bugman, pursued by Bug Clan Family, ran frantically towards them.
This Ironblood Bugman was covered in wounds, and green blood continuously flowed, staining the ground behind it a strange color.
Its eyes were filled with fear and despair; its originally cunning gaze now held nothing but endless panic. Upon seeing the Lizardmen, it seemed to have found a lifeline and actually charged towards them, making "woo woo" sounds as if pleading for help.
The Lizardmen nobles immediately tensed up. They tightened their grip on their weapons and watched the Ironblood Bugman vigilantly.
The older Lizardmen noble shouted loudly, "Don't come any closer! If you do, we won't be polite!" He tried to use a commanding voice to scare away the Ironblood Bugman, but his voice still carried an unmissable tremor.
But the Ironblood Bugman seemed not to hear his warning, or perhaps it had already been overwhelmed by fear, and still charged desperately towards them.
Seeing this, the young Lizardmen noble's eyes hardened. He raised his spear and thrust it towards the Ironblood Bugman's leg.
With a "thud," the spear pierced the Ironblood Bugman's leg, and green blood splattered onto him.
The Ironblood Bugman cried out in pain, its body twisting sharply. It swung its claws at the young Lizardmen noble, who quickly leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the attack.
The other Lizardmen nobles also surrounded it, encircling the Ironblood Bugman with their weapons pointed at it.
The leading elder Lizardmen was named Saka, a Four-Cornered Lizardmen, tall and robust, exuding a sharp Qi of a seasoned warrior, with a usual authoritative and decisive look in his eyes, though now tinged with anxiety due to the current situation.
Beside him was the young Lizardmen, Laike. As a Three-Horned Lizardman, though younger, he was agile, but in this tense situation, his handsome face was also full of terror, and his hand holding the weapon trembled slightly.
This Ironblood Bugman writhed and struggled painfully on the ground, emitting strange and sharp cries, as if sending out a distress signal to its companions.
Saka and Laike exchanged glances, seeing the same worry in each other's eyes—if this sound attracted more enemies, none of them would survive.
Saka acted first. The long blade in his hand, crafted from special Ore, gleamed with a cold light in the dimness. He thrust the long blade into the Ironblood Bugman's throat with lightning speed.
Laike immediately followed suit, his spear whistling through the air as it plunged fiercely into the Ironblood Bugman's abdomen, and the other Lizardmen also delivered successive blows.
The Ironblood Bugman desperately twisted its body, trying to resist, but under the combined attack of several Lizardmen nobles, its struggles gradually weakened, and eventually, it fell still. Green blood spread across the ground, emitting a pungent odor.
After dealing with the Ironblood Bugman, they had just breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could fully recover, several Six-Order Four Fiend Insect Soldiers and a Six-Stage Zhu Yan Devil Insects appeared like specters before them.
In an instant, the hearts of the Lizardmen nobles leaped into their throats, their muscles tensing as if facing a formidable enemy.
They had been secretly observing the battlefield for a long time and knew that these Bug Clan Family members possessed extraordinary strength.
Even these seemingly ordinary Six-Order Four Fiend Insect Soldiers in front of them had strength equivalent to Lizardmen of the Three-Horned level and above in their tribe.
And that Six-Stage Zhu Yan Devil Insects circling in the air was even more terrifyingly powerful; the Qi it emitted indicated that it had combat power equivalent to a Six-Cornered Lizardmen, with a life intensity of 22 points.
Saka and Laike were so nervous that their foreheads were covered in sweat, and their hands unconsciously tightened their grip on their weapons, preparing to fight to the death.
However, fortunately, these Bug Clan Family seemed to have only come to confirm whether the Ironblood Bugman was dead. After a brief stop, they quickly turned and plunged back into the fierce battle.
It wasn't until the figures of the Bug Clan Family completely disappeared from sight that Saka and Laike, like deflated balloons, collapsed onto the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.
They exchanged glances, the relief of surviving a disaster flowing between their eyes.
Then, without daring to delay further, they immediately got up and rushed towards their tribe's location.
Along the way, they Transmigration through dense, maze-like jungles, with vines and thorns constantly snagging their clothes. From time to time, strange creatures would dart out from the shadows, making eerie sounds that made their hearts pound.
When they encountered turbulent underground rivers, the icy, bone-chilling water numbed their legs, but they gritted their teeth and supported each other, moving forward with difficulty.
After a long and arduous trek, they finally arrived at a very secluded valley in the Northern Mountains.
The valley was surrounded by tall and steep mountains, with peaks that pierced the clouds, as if they were a giant barrier between heaven and earth.
The valley entrance was as narrow as a slit, barely wide enough for two people to pass side by side. The mountain walls on both sides were almost vertical, covered with traces left by time. Cracks, like ancient wrinkles, recorded the vicissitudes of this land.