In the hundred tribe territories, there were a myriad of powerful tribes, tribes with gigantic lizardmen that could crush the earth behind them by just walking, and one that could raze whole towns to the ground whenever the passed by.
But In that sea of unique and monsterously powerful lizardmen, there were many weak ones. The pitchblack lizardman tribe was not one of those.
They were in fact a tribe that ranked in the top 20 threats in the lizardman tribe, as such they were feared.
"Hmm? What's wrong with him?" Malvorrak raised his eyebrow looking to his side at the downcast expression on Qarcs face.
They were currently on their way to the western most part of the pitchblack lizardman tribe's territory and for some absurd reason, Qarc had decided to follow them slowly?
"Hehe, leave him be. There's a lot he needs to go through first before he's accepted by his clan" Cious sighed seated atop Malvorraks head.
