A night of rest restored Ang's mind and strength to their peak. Morning sunlight spilled into the ravines of the Rocky Mountains, while the mountain wind carried a dry scent.
Riding the Magic Broom, Ang set off once more, flying toward the Rock Ridge Lizardmen gathering place where the battle had taken place earlier.
The scorched marks left by the magical bombs were still faintly visible, and the rocks retained the smell of smoke from the explosions.
Circling high in the sky, Ang saw from afar that the Rock Ridge Lizardmen were still lazily lying on the rocks and basking in the sun, completely off guard.
"These guys really are carefree..." Ang frowned slightly at the sight below.
He cautiously lowered his altitude, circling above the lizardmen a few times before tentatively casting a low-level Fireball at a rock near them.
The explosion boomed, kicking up dust and smoke as Ang quietly observed the lizardmen's reactions.
However, the Rock Ridge Lizardmen merely lifted their eyelids, let out a few lazy hisses, then lay back down on the rocks and closed their eyes again. They did not take Ang seriously at all.
"These bastards..." Ang gritted his teeth, irritation rising in his heart.
He did not act rashly. Instead, he patiently circled in the air and waited.
Finally, as the sun climbed higher, a team of seven Rock Ridge Lizardmen left the gathering place and headed deeper into the mountains.
"The chance is here!"
Ang's eyes lit up as he quietly trailed behind the team from a distance.
The Rock Ridge Lizardmen moved extremely quickly, their agile limbs leaping between the rocks as though they were walking on level ground.
Ang controlled the Magic Broom's altitude and did not dare get too close, lest they notice him.
Halfway there, a Gale