"Lalau, why do you think those outsiders suddenly attacked us?"
A tall, lean lizardman with grayish-brown skin casually stirred the ashes beside the campfire and looked at Ang with confusion.
Ang looked up at the stars beneath the night sky. Firelight played across his calm face as he spoke in a low, steady voice.
"They're all demons. The good things they brought were merely a means to numb you. Haven't you heard? Seven tribes in the southern region have already been sacrificed by them, and nearly seven thousand of our kin have died. That's several times the population of your entire tribe."
After hearing this, the lizardman sucked in a cold breath. The stick in his hand fell to the ground, and his pupils contracted as he murmured in disbelief, "Seven thousand... so many... No wonder the tribal alliance suddenly ordered all outsiders expelled."
Ang nodded lightly, the firelight dancing in his eyes and reflecting a cold gleam.
"The Black Magic Society has already become the public enemy of the grassland. The lizardman tribes in the southern region have begun their Clearing Operation against them. Believe me, they won't dare appear on the grassland so easily again."
"That's good, that's good..." The lizardman let out a long breath, some color returning to his face. Then he bared his sharp teeth in a grin. "Tell me another story about when you encountered that mud monster in the western swamps."
Ang smiled faintly and casually spun an exciting fictional tale from his travels, making the lizardman laugh heartily as the atmosphere gradually relaxed.
It was not until the night deepened and the lizardman had left that Ang's smile slowly faded, his gaze becoming profound once more.
"The lizardmen in the southern region have already been stirred up. Now, how can I make