Pocket World, Swamp Lizardmen Nest,
Within the Water Snake Tribe,
Kuxue, the Lizardmen High Priestess, looked at Jasper before her and said softly,
"The entire world is now facing a crisis. Only you are our last shred of hope."
"I hope to receive your help!"
Jasper looked at Kuxue and froze for a moment.
In his eyes, this female Lizardman was not tall, yet she possessed a lively air of her own. Petite and well-proportioned, she was like a Sprite wandering through the forest.
Her skin was a distinctive moist pink, like flower petals nourished by morning dew—soft and tender, yet brimming with vitality. Under the sunlight, her skin faintly glowed with a gentle sheen, making her seem all the more extraordinary.
Kuxue's eyes were bright and sparkling, like two dazzling gemstones glimmering with wisdom. Her gaze seemed to hold endless stories and secrets, and every blink appeared to speak of an intelligence born from history. Her eyelashes fluttered lightly like delicate wings, adding a touch of softness and mystery to those radiant eyes.
In Jasper's eyes, High Priestess Kuxue exuded a charm that was both wild and captivating, making one unable to resist drawing closer and learning more about her.
For a moment, Jasper felt his heart stir.
He swore he had never experienced such a special feeling before.
Jasper had traveled through many places in the Isaac Great Forest. Aside from Lizardmen, he had encountered all kinds of races and experienced countless marvelous things.
After becoming a hero and returning to the Water Snake Tribe, his older brother Ymir had once brought it up to him as well.
Would he consider ending his travels, staying in the Water Snake Tribe from then on, finding a female Lizardman, and getting married?
He could pass down the bloodline of the