"My lord, the lizardmen have arrived."
Inside the command room, the scout's voice came through the communicator, clear and tense.
Ang stood before the command platform, his gaze piercing through the night beyond the window and settling on the dark edge of the forest in the distance.
He nodded lightly, his voice calm. "Wait until they've fully entered the ambush zone. Then begin."
The order was swiftly relayed through the Magic Communicators, and officers at every level responded at once.
The catapults on the walls had long been prepared under cover of darkness, concealed among standing wooden towers and sandbags. The soldiers held their breath, gripping their winches and ignition rods as they waited for that moment.
"Attention, everyone. The lizardmen have entered the minefield." The communicator sounded again.
"They've entered catapult range!" Another report followed.
Ang, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and coldly spat out two words. "Attack!"
In an instant, the silence was torn apart.
The catapults atop the walls thundered, sending rows of explosive shells soaring into the night sky. They carved brilliant arcs through the darkness before crashing into the heart of the lizardman ranks.
Boom!
Explosions rang out one after another, and firelight illuminated the night sky.
The lizardman vanguard was crossing the open stretch between the hills and the clearing. Before they could notice anything was wrong, they were swallowed by the sudden eruption of flames.
They cried out, hissed, and fled, yet they had no way to escape the strikes raining down from the sky.
"Charge! Don't stop, charge!" the surviving Lizardman Great Warriors at the front roared.
The fear of death awakened their beastly nature. The lizardmen charged with furious hisses, no longer caring for the fallen kin around them.
They kicked off with all four