The snake language resounded through the dark cave.
It was a three-meter-tall half-snake man with four arms on its back.
The lower half of its body was that of a snake. And the upper half was that of a human. The half-snake man looked coldly at its subordinates.
'Tick-tock!'
Cold water seeped out of the rock wall above its head and dripped into the small puddles on the ground. It made a crisp sound.
The atmosphere turned cold for some reason.
The two-armed half-snake man in front lowered its head, and its tone was somewhat cold.
"Great Master, the lord of Bloodhoof City... wants us to surrender."
These words were like the flames that ignited gunpowder. It instantly angered the four-armed half-snake man.
"It's not enough that their war with the gray-colored dwarves has starkly destroyed our territory, and they still want us to submit to them?!"
"We have three squadrons of wyverns! We have powerful troops!!"
