"My lord, the Lizardmen Camp is spread out too widely." A middle-aged officer frowned at the map before him, moving his finger back and forth over the markers for the lizardmen garrisons. "If we continue using wide-area explosive bombs, I'm afraid the results won't be ideal."
The map was passed among the officers.
The meeting room was brightly lit, making everyone's faces look especially grave. Even Jennings, who was usually taciturn, and the composed Janice carefully studied it.
Ang stood at the head of the table, his gaze sweeping across every face. His tone was steady. "Tell me what you think."
A young officer hesitated before speaking. "Perhaps we should hold the fortress. If the lizardmen cannot concentrate their attack, their siege efforts will be limited as well. And we... can at least hold the line."
Before he could finish, a faint crackling sound suddenly came from the communicator in one corner of the meeting room.
Several soldiers immediately stepped forward to adjust the magical frequency. A few seconds later, a clear voice came through. "Report from the Lookout Tower: lizardman scouts have approached the city walls."
The news silenced the entire meeting room.
Meanwhile, beneath the southeastern section of the distant city wall, a lizardman clad in grayish-brown scale armor crept forward through the night.
His movements were extremely cautious, almost completely blending into the terrain.
Moonlight occasionally slipped through gaps in the clouds, revealing the outline of the towering wall, standing before him like a silent mountain cliff.
He looked up at the wall, and a flicker of fear crossed his eyes.
This wall was taller than any structure his tribe had ever seen, like a sheer precipice.
After hesitating for a moment, he extended both claws. Their tips were sharp as hooks, digging into the gaps as