An arm was slowly raised, as if it was some sort of signal. The sub-dragons slowly descended in all directions and finally landed in the center of the Kobold formation, stopping there.
Kalunu stood on top of a golden chariot, a faint smile on his face as he stared ahead. Beside him, the ministers of the Kobold Kingdom stood there with smiles on their faces and the joy of victory.
"It seems that this is all they can do."
Kalunu stood on the golden chariot and looked forward with a smile. Under his gaze, the scene in front of him was displayed.
In front of him, the Centaurs' strength was very strong. They were natural cavalrymen. Every Centaur was born with great strength. When they reached adulthood, they could have the strength of an apprentice-level professional.
This level of strength was something that other races could not compare to. Because of this, these Centaurs could run amok over these years, exterminating countless desert races.
