The Great Marsh stretched out boundlessly.
Strange fish formed into a large squad, moving slowly southward. With time, their numbers swelled.
A few of the slower ones lagged behind, their bodies covered in wounds. There were bludgeon injuries, incisions, and even fragments stuck in some of their armor plates.
During the skirmish with the Frog Tribe's patrol team, the Ironhead Fish's scout squad didn't gain much advantage, suffering some casualties in the process.
The big frogs, equipped with new weapons, were unexpectedly ferocious.
Among the four pillars, the Ironhead Fish that usually excelled in conflicts surprisingly found themselves at a disadvantage, resulting in mutual damage.
An Ironhead Fish with its armored helmet shattered into three pieces staggered, fighting off dizziness, as it carefully surveyed the terrain.
