I Got a Gallery in the Wild - Chapter 662

Though explained haphazardly, the Lizardmen’s request was simple.

Subduing the transport plane that went wild whenever anyone approached.

I didn’t know exactly how the transport plane went wild, but that was a matter to check slowly.

For now, checking the Lizardmen’s village where we would stay for a while came first. First of all, the village itself was more underdeveloped than the Goblins’.

The only building materials around were rocks, tumbleweeds, and cacti.

At least they could weave the abundant tumbleweeds to make ropes or bits, or use them to start fires.

’It feels a bit like nomads living in Mongolia.’

While they weren’t entirely without Native American-like aspects, overall, their lifestyle was closer to that of Mongolian nomads.

Earlier, I had asked why they didn’t ride camels, and the reason was extremely simple.

"Kkwaeeek."

"Master. The milk we drank earlier..."

"Must have been obtained from them."

Camels weren’t used for transport, but were livestock kept to steadily provide milk, like dairy cows.

Furthermore, perhaps because their existence was quite important, the guard in front of the camel ranch was extremely tight.

’Their houses are also made by weaving tumbleweeds. They’re in the form of huts.’

According to the explanation of the Lizardman guiding us, they were roughly built houses.

Since they actually lived a nomadic life, they moved from place to place frequently.

Then, a question suddenly arose: why did they live here instead of in the forest?

Even if it was a bit far, there was a forest rich in resources and food, so I didn’t understand why they lived here.

"Seua se sadaneu seureuneu."

"We cannot abandon the traditions kept since our ancestors."

"Is that so?"

It was an understandable story. They couldn’t break the traditions passed down through generations.

There was also a practical reason: entering the forest required preparing for significant casualties.

The forest was already divided into territories by various rulers. It was uncertain whether the Lizardmen could squeeze their way in.

’They have Wyvern Riders, but... unless it’s an open area, it would be hard to provide proper support.’

Not to mention, the Three-Legged Crow, who was practically the ruler of the sky, was roaming the forest where I lived.

If it saw Wyvern Riders flying around as they pleased, would it be pleased? I thought not.

So, the Lizardman tribe living in this wasteland was a reasonably rational choice in its own way.

"Saeureu susa siranu."

While we were looking around the village, the guiding Lizardman spoke.

Roughly meaning they would accommodate us during our stay here.

Unlike the Hobgoblins, the Lizardmen’s language was simpler than expected, making it easy to learn.

Of course, we only understood their intentions; perfect language acquisition was difficult.

Anyway, putting aside various matters, I faced their chieftain. The unfolding situation itself was similar to the Hobgoblins’.

Just like a chieftain’s house, it was located in the largest hut, and well-maintained animal skins were spread on the floor.

Instead of me entering alone, our entire party, including myself, stepped inside.

"Saseuheu swa suru syureureu."

"Uh..."

"Sa. Surasa sisa saseusu."

Another difference was that the chieftain had as many as three wives. For a moment, I thought I had seen wrong.

But three Lizardmen, presumed to be females, were clinging to the chieftain’s side. It was a truly bizarre scene.

ㄴPraise the Sun) By any chance, does that guy also practice polygamy like in some countries?

ㄴPassing Dwarf) Since it’s a desert, isn’t it similar, so wouldn’t they?

ㄴAllfather) Setan was originally a nomadic nation, but it was established as a state by embracing the exiled Dark Elves.

Praise the Sun empathized in a weird area, but that wasn’t what was important.

I regained my composure and conversed with the chieftain. Actually, nothing was different from before.

Originally, they had lived by wandering from place to place, but recently, they had been here for several months.

The reason was the transport plane mentioned repeatedly earlier, and they said they could only move once they dealt with that guy somehow.

However, there was something I didn’t understand: the fact that we hadn’t faced any interference in reaching this place.

Although there was a giant rattlesnake with stealth capabilities nearby, that was irrelevant.

"Can’t you just ignore it?"

It was just as I asked if they couldn’t simply ignore the transport plane and go about their business.

Peol-leok!

"Shyaaaa!!!"

While we were quietly talking, someone roughly pulled back the tent flap and appeared. The chilling roar unique to lizards was a bonus.

Turning my head, a lizard covered in scars all over its body was huffing and puffing.

’They really all look similar.’

Although it was a racially discriminatory (?) remark, the Lizardmen’s appearances were all so similar that it was hard to tell them apart.You are reading on novelping . com, the official source.

At best, they could be distinguished by body shape, scars, and lastly, body ornaments.

In that sense, the guy who had just barged in looked like someone of high rank just by his appearance.

"#$$# %$#?!"

"#$$# $@#!!"

"#$@#$ @!"

"Master."

"Why?"

"I can’t understand it, but I know it’s swearing."

"Me too."

By the way, raising their voices at each other after bringing in guests—their hospitality is truly grand.

Of course, expecting proper hospitality from them is greedy. The fact that they invited us in the first place is a big deal.

Anyway, that was how.

"Can anyone tell me why I have to fight him?"

"It turns out the shouting lizard tried to tame the transport plane but failed. He was harboring a grudge, and when Master appeared, he got angry and officially challenged you to a fight."

"Thanks for the summary, Lackey."

Out of nowhere, I ended up in a duel with a certain lizard.

According to Lackey’s additional explanation, he was the leader of the Wyvern Riders or something.

To become a leader, one had to possess immense martial power and tame a corresponding Wyvern, and so on.

I wondered if he could roughly put up a good fight against the Hobgoblins’ strongest warrior.

"Kki, kkieeeek..."

He couldn’t. And I realized too late.

That since ancient times, the air force is a branch that gets ruined the moment they engage in a head-on melee.

They have to devote all their time to piloting fighter jets, so where would they find the time to develop personal combat skills?

If they wanted that, they should have joined the special forces instead of piloting fighter jets. I’m not joking, it’s true.

"Just what did he believe in to act so cocky?"

I stared at the Lizardman trembling on the ground with an absurd look.

His proud weapon, a bone dagger, was already shattered and rolling on the ground.

At first, since he used Aura, I thought, ’As expected of the Wyvern Rider leader!’ But facing him directly, he wasn’t all that.

He was just... just strangely weak. Beyond seeing all his attack paths with my naked eyes, even counterattacking was done with ease.

ㄴSword Matstar) That’s because Grylls-nim’s skills have become much higher than before.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) That person’s words are correct. Though his movements are not entirely without waste, he moved efficiently.

ㄴSmart Demon) For reference, that person is really stingy when it comes to martial arts, so this is truly amazing.

The regular posters told me it was because my skills, which I had honed all this time, were showing their true value.

Indeed, whenever I had free time, I steadily trained and repeated sparring sessions with the Sun Wukong brothers.

Although the variety of my techniques was still lacking, my overall capability had risen significantly, reaching my current level.

’Come to think of it, didn’t I unleash something like Sword Qi before?’

It seemed I would need to find a time to properly test it.

I watched the leader being carried away like a piece of luggage, and then spent my time peacefully again.

I should rest here for about a day and head straight to the transport plane tomorrow. What I needed right now was information.

"Could you tell me how that transport plane rejects approach?"

"$$% ### %#$ #%$"

"Mmm..."

But mastering all the information in just one day was difficult.

First of all, the fact that the language wasn’t fully mastered was the biggest issue. Still, I was able to obtain several pieces of important information.

"Master. From what I hear, that transport plane seems to transform."

"Transform? In what way?"

"I don’t know that well either. And there are times when that side speaks first."

The transport plane didn’t move anywhere and stayed still in its spot.

If anyone approached closely, it would speak in an incomprehensible language or sound an alarm to warn them.

Lastly, if all of this was ignored, it would threaten them after undergoing a transformation.

’It’s not like some TransXormers.’

He called it an old helicopter, but what on earth did this man Lucas make?

Since his title as the God of Blacksmiths wouldn’t be for nothing, I was a bit worried.

I hoped nothing would happen, but do things in the world ever go as desired?

Seuseuseuk~

"Ah. Please."This chapter was copied from novelping dot com without permission.

Besides, I desperately wanted to leave this place right away.

Perhaps because I had defeated the leader so easily, a female Lizardman slyly touched me.

Flicking her long tongue or wrapping her tail around my wrist. Anyone could see she was trying to seduce me.

No matter how starved I was, I wouldn’t feel lust toward a reptile.

Above all, there was the biggest drawback...

"Master. You’re super popular. I’m jealous."

"If you’re jealous, can you take her away? These guys are constantly eyeing my limbs, you know?"

"I feel like Master would regenerate even if your limbs flew off, so just give them one."

"This crazy bastard?"

The unique nomadic hospitality combined with the culture of human sacrifice, and they literally tried to eat me.

I found out when fighting the leader earlier, but like a true lizard, his recovery rate was exceptionally fast.

I heard that as long as their neck isn’t severed, they recover from almost any wound. Truly amazing guys.

ㄴSword Matstar) Once the Forest of the Four Seasons opens up more, the first monster we must drive to extinction is right there.

ㄴHeavenly Demon) I agree. I must teach them whose body they are laying hands on.

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) Wouldn’t it be fine to just leave it like this? If we’re lucky, we might get to see Grylls-nim’s body~

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) That’s even more unacceptable! I—

ㄴPrincess Chaenggu) What were you trying to type after that? You can speak a bit more, you know, haha.

ㄴDon’t Abandon the Hero) Be quiet!

Thanks to the regular posters’ support (or lack thereof), I was barely able to shake her off.

More than that, there was another part I wanted to talk about with the chieftain. It was about Tyranno.

Because even after arriving here, the Lizardmen were sending looks of awe toward Tyranno.

Perhaps Tyranno disliked such attention, as she clung tightly to me with a coy expression.

"##$% #$%? #$%% $%%."

"Have you ever seen the entity that blankets the sky? We roamed the sky freely, but there was a sky above the sky."

"You’re talking about Vanir, right?"

"It seems so."

It seemed they had seen Vanir flying. That’s why they realized Tyranno was Vanir’s hatchling.

Since Wyverns had wings that doubled as front legs, the difference was clear. That’s why they recognized it at once.

"Then how did you tame the Wyverns?"

"#$% ##%%"

"We cannot tell you that right away. If you tame that steel bird, we will tell you."

"If that’s the case..."

I got a strong feeling that this was similar to the time with the Immortal Herb.

After that, a day passed, and under the guidance of the Lizardmen, we reached the location where the transport plane was situated.

It was sitting all alone in the middle of the wasteland, so finding it wasn’t difficult.

’It really is a helicopter.’

On the surface, it was a helicopter, or more precisely, an appearance close to a military helicopter.

I stared blankly at its appearance, then slowly moved my steps along with my companions.

[Wiiiiiiing!]

Once we got somewhat close, an ear-splitting alarm sounded. Naturally, it was a sound coming from the helicopter.

[Warning. Warning. Do not approach.]

A female voice coming from the helicopter. It seemed an AI was installed.

Ignoring the helicopter’s warning, I opened my mouth.

"Can we talk for a bit?"

The Lizardmen didn’t know the helicopter’s language, so they had blindly rushed in. But I was different.

As long as it had an AI function, communication should be possible. I believed so.

[No.]

"Don’t be like that..."

[Fuck off.]

It wasn’t. A refreshing curse flew my way.

Hearing that answer, I went blank for a moment before whispering quietly.

"This insolent bitch?"

It seemed she had forgotten her manners while crashing.

"Do you truly want a physical conversation..."

[Firing machine gun.]

Deureureureuk!!!

I wasn’t finished talking yet, you bastard.