The entire lake was like a giant cauldron of toxic stew, emitting a nauseating stench.
And on the West Shore of the lake, the Lizardfolk army of over fifty thousand, far from falling into chaos after the recent turn of events, had grown even more fanatical.
They raised their Bone Spears, their hoarse throats letting out unintelligible roars. The cacophony of their voices converged, a deafening sound that made one's eardrums ache.
Their Commander-in-Chief, "Green Ghost" Cashmo, stood at the very front of the army.
His Green Dragon companion, over three hundred meters long, pawed restlessly at the ground, its massive nostrils jetting out two streams of green, toxic gas.
"It seems the show is about to begin."
Aiden Duke said with a smile.
He turned to General Gaius beside him.
"Gaius, you may begin the attack."
The simple and direct order was instantly relayed throughout the entire army via signal flags and horns.
WHOOOOOOO—!
