"Chief, what's wrong?"
Green Mang hurried forward and supported him in alarm.
The Lizardfolk chief panted, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. Only after a long while did the searing pain gradually subside.
But the terror in his heart lingered.
That terrifying pressure had brought only one name to mind.
The Undead Race!
"I... I'm fine."
The Lizardfolk chief dared not raise a fuss, but the way he looked at Lin Dong had already changed from casual indifference to deep respect.
"My lord, I never imagined you would visit our territory. Forgive me for failing to welcome you properly. I'll fetch our finest meat right away. Please accept it as my apology."
"Chief, you..."
Beside him, Green Mang looked utterly bewildered.
What was going on?
"What are you babbling about? Come with me!"
The Lizardfolk chief dragged him behind a thick tree up ahead.
Then he lowered his voice and demanded harshly,
"Where... did you bring that man back from?"
"Just outside the tribe. I was ambushing some humans when he showed up. He even killed quite a few of our boys, so I figured I'd bring him back for you to teach him a lesson."
The Lizardfolk chief sucked in a sharp breath at those words. He clenched his teeth so hard they nearly cracked, wishing he could slaughter Green Mang on the spot.
This idiot... actually brought someone from the Undead Race into the tribe?
"He's not someone we can afford to offend. Behave yourself later, and whatever you do, don't provoke him. Otherwise, he could wipe us all out."
"It's... that serious?"
Shock filled Green Mang's eyes.
The Lizardfolk chief had no time for him. He hurriedly took down the dried meat hanging from a branch, selecting the finest, fattiest, most tender piece.
Then he plastered a