The Mountain Ridge Tribe was the nearest Mountain Lizardmen tribe to this place. The moment Ang had entered Valagajudi, they had likely noticed this newly emerged human force.
Now that he saw the Lizardmen driving magical beasts into the river as well, attempting to counter his original strategy with magical beasts, Ang immediately realized that not only did they learn quickly, but they were deliberately imitating him.
"My lord, the Lizardmen have begun driving magical beasts into the river. How should we respond?" Walder asked quietly from behind him.
Ang turned around, his expression unchanged. "Wait and see."
Though puzzled, Walder asked no further questions. He immediately passed down the order for the soldiers to remain vigilant and guard against any surprise attack.
Night fell, and the lights inside the tents flickered. Ang sat at his desk, reviewing intelligence reports, yet his mind remained occupied with the Mountain Ridge Tribe's possible movements.
He did not actually want to confront this Lizardmen tribe, which possessed greater intelligence and stronger combat power, head-on.
Compared with the Wetland Lizardmen, these Mountain Lizardmen who lived among plateaus and rocky mountains were more like enemies with a sense of national identity than beasts driven by instinct.
"I hope they don't take the initiative to start a war." He let out a soft sigh, closed the dossier, and temporarily suppressed the irritation in his heart.
Over the next few days, the Lizardmen indeed quieted down, and the eastern bank of the Valagajudi River became much calmer.
The expressions on Temple and Posey's faces also gradually relaxed during their aerial patrols.
"My lord, although the number of Lizardmen is still increasing, the pace has slowed significantly," Temple reported as he landed.
"You two have worked hard during this time." Ang nodded. "Puri and Ellis will arrive in