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The cold wind makes it hard to keep one's eyes open, yet the running steps can't pause for a moment.
Even so, Chris knows that these lizardmen will catch up sooner or later.
After all, lizardmen are an alien race living in this wilderness, their speed in the wild is unmatched except by other alien races.
In such snowy terrain, Chris and the soldiers don't have time to hide their tracks and can't shake off their pursuers.
As expected, soon Tucson's eagle spotted the lizardmen less than a kilometer away from their group.
As long as the enemy crosses the ridge, they will see Chris and the others.
"This is all my fault, Lord Chris, I didn't notice them!"
Tucson, full of guilt, said, "Let me divert them. You all take another route!"
"No, this isn't your fault, it's those lizardmen who are too cunning."
Chris shook his head vigorously after hearing the wildman's translated words, "They were hidden underground, no one could have noticed them."
