The Lizardmen army pressed forward like a tide, finally massing densely before Ang's formation. The figures of Lizardmen gradually filled the three surrounding hills as well, layer upon layer, packed tight. Bowstrings were drawn taut, blades gleamed, and a savage, brutal pressure washed over them.
The entire valley fell into a suffocating silent standoff.
Facing that barbaric and vicious pressure, the soldiers under Ang still stood straight-backed, their expressions steady.
Though some soldiers were seeing Lizardmen for the first time and could not hide their curiosity and nervousness, the veterans' example quickly steadied them.
The occasional whispers between soldiers did not disrupt the formation's order. Instead, they made the entire army seem even more disciplined.
Soon, a burly Lizardman Warrior clad in rough animal hides and wielding a bone blade stepped out from the opposing ranks. His heavy footsteps struck the rocky ground of the valley as he spat out a string of sharp, grating words in the Lizardman language.
Aside from Dana and Ang, no one understood what he was saying. They only felt that the sound resembled a venomous snake's hiss, or an old tree being torn apart by a violent wind.
The surrounding soldiers exchanged looks, and some even quietly joked, "Has he gone mad?"
Dana leaned closer to Ang and asked in a low voice, "Want me to knock him down right now?"
Ang raised a hand to stop him, then took a silver cone-shaped magical device from his waist. It was a specially made magic amplifier.
He lightly held it to his mouth, and his voice spread out, exceptionally clear and powerful. "This continent is vast beyond measure. Why confine yourselves to these barren mountains and foul waters? The Milaginbi Mountains are rich in resources and should not be yours alone. If you refuse to