In the open square.
A huge tentacle covered in strange suction cups and purple-blue veins broke out of the ground and swayed unconsciously in the wind.
Near the tentacles.
The twenty or so grass snake Scouts anxiously stood guard.
Just guarding the " sacred relic " that their leader had mentioned made them feel great pressure.
Moreover, the barracks were on fire and screams could be heard.
This severely distracted their attention.
"Captain Carter is not back yet."
"Could it be the grey dwarves?"
"Nonsense! How could the grey dwarves defeat our boss? The grey dwarves are in the Northwest, okay?"
A few grass snake Scouts were conversing in low voices.
They lacked a backbone.
His will was already weak to the extreme.
Even the gentle swaying of the tentacles in the wind could affect their nerves!
In the darkness.
In a high Barrack.
A slight sound of a string was heard.
