NOVGO.NET Chapter 448: Catch the Bastard!!!
Chapter 448: Catch the Bastard!!!
Lots of caves…
Jack ran, holding his laughter in.
Even from a distance, he could still hear the jeers following him. “Pfft— Did you see that old scale flee?” “Yeah, it’s like its ass is on fire!” “Whoever that was is one spineless lizard!”
They were as relentless as foolish! Hehe, if only they knew. If only…
[Ding! 5 Minutes Left Till Opening Ceremony!]
[*PS: Don’t be Late or You’ll be Disqualified!]
Had it already been 3 hours?!
“Alright, no need to tell me twice!”
Just like that, Jack forgot all the fools, rushing to his destiny, but he wasn’t alone in treading the rocky pathways. The more he approached the training grounds, the more lizards!
Soon there was a torrent of them, and they completely flooded the entire pathway! And as soon as he tried to push his way forward, a couple of them quickly showed their fangs!
“ROAR! Old scale, what do you think you’re doing?!”
“Do you think that we care if you’re old?”
“Wait your turn like everyone else!”
Explain himself? Tell them that he was a contestant? With his new skin, they probably wouldn’t believe him. Would he be forced to carve a path of blood?
But just as he was pondering a relatively young lizard sighed:
“Old Scale, you’re not just trying to secure a seat, right?”
An especially insightful Lizardman approached him, his entire body covered with a long robe. Hell, he looked more wizard than lizard as he continued.
“I can help you, but there’s only so much even I can do. With us both, we might make it through in 10 minutes. But I’m guessing you’re pressed for time, right?”
A scheming light showed in the “friendly” Lizard’s eyes! First, he’d let the Old Scale despair a bit, and then he’d propose a lifesaving and VERY pricey solution!
But before he could even make a sales pitch…
“Oh? Good, that much will suffice! Let me borrow your robe for a few minutes!” Jack didn’t hesitate, and even schemier light appearing in his own eyes!
“What?! What good will—”
“Robe!”
Jack showed such determination that the lizard finally relented. The latter couldn’t help but be curious about where he was going with that. And the answer to that was: backtracking!
Jack quickly donned the robe, rushing back the way he had come from and leaving a shell-shocked wanna-be hustler behind. Yet, not minding the guy, he went back to their cave.
Even then, there were still LOTS of protesting Shamans…
“Come on out you turtle! You can’t hide forever!”
“Hehe, so what? It’s about to start!”
“Hear that? You’ll be disqualified!”
“This is the end of the line for—”
But just as they were still jeering, IT happened.
“Everyone, it’s BAD! That Old Scale’— Cough cough!” a hooded youngster rushed over, so out of breath that he couldn’t even finish his sentence. Hearing this a few frowned.
“Young one, what’s bad? What are you going on about? Take a second, catch your breath, and tell us slowly. There’s no need to panic.”
“Cough-Cough— An Old Scale passed through, and he’s getting an exception to allow that shitty lizard to be late! If we don’t stop him he’ll succeed and—”
“What?! Men, after him! GET HIM!”
One of the most influential ones barked, then turning to the hooded Lizard, he nodded appreciatively. “You’ve been a great help. Now rest, while some of us chase that bastard!”
Rest? No freaking way! As many departed to intercept, they found a hooded lizard rushing alongside them, one that seemed about to die from exhaustion at any moment.
A few couldn’t help but give him worried looks….
“Brother, it’s fine, we’ll handle it. You’ve already done enough.”
Had he? No! Even through the hood, they could faintly see glowing eyes full of determination as the hooded lizard lowly growled “I HATE Arcane…”
What a fucking hero! As they felt the rage and conviction in his voice, none dared protest. In fact, they glowed with pride. This was a true lizard, unlike those arcane bastards!
“Alright! Stay close, we’re gonna get that guy! You guys agree?”
“Hell yeah! Catch that son of a bitch! No mercy!”
“We’ll teach it to collude with the enemy!”
The hate flowing through them was enough to make even a Sith lord mad with jealousy! And the same hate drove them all the way toward the earlier lizard jam.
Lizardmen as far as the eye could see, blocking the road. Anyone else would have stopped, but not them! They were on a crusade against evil! And soon enough….
“ROAR! What’s the damn commotion about?! First an Old Lizard and now— WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!!” A screaming lizard barely escaped being trampled alive!
A few tried to stand their ground, only to be instantly turned into scale and meat paste under the combined power of a bunch of VERY angry Shamans!
Lightning strikes.
Sharp claws to the face.
Tail swiped at the groin mightily.
It all turned into a nightmare! Yet, amidst this nightmare, a certain newly naked lizard couldn’t help but feel his heart race, for he had seen the Old Scale at the forefront!
How?! A second before he was borrowing his cloak, then he showed up with a bloodthirsty Shaman army?! Seriously who the hell was he?! He needed to know!
While everyone was shellshocked, said naked “friendly” lizard, hurriedly gave chase, soon merging with the army, his ears open wider than they had ever been.
And that’s when he almost had a heart attack…
“C’mon, we’ll catch that Scaly White Bitch!”
“Yeah, we’ll kill that Old Lizard for sure!”
“Siding with an Arcane Lizard? Scoff!”
….
A certain friendly lizard felt his jaw widen.
This lizard had hidden his identity, then incited people to give chase to… himself, all the while participating?! What kind of crazy concept was this?!
Hell, was it all in his head, or had that crazy motherfucker even winked at him in passing?! Or had it been a mistake? Even now, he still looked like he was coughing his lungs out.
Just like that, they soon arrived at the Training Grounds again. Except, this time it was quite different. Lava? Yes! Training Ground? Yes. Stadium? That was new!
There were LOTS of seats for spectators.
The whole thing looked to be made with magic too.
There were countless assembled, ready for it all to start.
But their current group didn’t care about any of it. They had come here to look for their prey!
“Where is he?! Where’s that bastard?!”
“Find that white lizard no matter what!”
“He should have just arrived, FIND HIM!”
They anxiously looked everywhere. But just as they were getting antsy at not finding him, a certain heroic youngster sheepishly raised a hand.
“Actually, I might know where he is!”
“You do?! Where is he? Point that bastard out! We’ll—”
The lizard never finished his sentence, for he had just noticed something that sent shivers down his scales. There was something wrong with this picture!
The raised hand was pure white…