Yarko and Xi Kui had barely vanished when Langmuluo's face grew even uglier.
"Damn those guys."
No one wanted more competitors in the struggle for resources, even if they were of the same race.
"Bruzzak!"
A voice from the altar reached the ruins below in the square, where a tall leader with dark scales stepped forward, his boney spear hitting the ground as he knelt half-way in utmost respect.
"Bruzzak is always at your service."
"Take your tribe southward, toward the once position of that light, and plunder more humans and land."
"As you command, High Priest."
Bruzzak rose swiftly, his beast skin armor rustling as he strode away from the altar, his commanding voice instantly spreading throughout the city.
Masses of Lizardmen emerged from all over, riding Lizard Mount Beasts, Bipedal Lizard Beasts... continually assembling.
Moreover, from the altars, a vast number of tribal warriors surged out like a flood, gathering together.
