Settling the Score

Try it?

Kazvito indeed had the impulse flash through his mind at the very first moment.

Even though several people had been captured, he still had far more subordinates than the opponent. He didn't believe that the opponent, with just those few Dark Elves and dozens of Hobgoblins, could resist his attack.

And once the opponent was eliminated, not only could he get rid of this annoying Lord, but more importantly, he could use that little Mind Flayer to lure out other Mind Flayers, thereby completely resolving this hatred that had entangled them for who knows how many years.

By achieving these, he would become the greatest Leader in the history of their Tribe, and not only that, he would also become the true Ruler of this region.

Yes, as the most outstanding and powerful one in this Tribe, Kazvito might not understand the meaning of "Lord," but he was very familiar with the word "Ruler."

Ruling such a vast area, occupying a longer stretch of the Blackwater River, and without the constraints of natural enemies, their Tribe would enter a period of rapid development. Kazvito had even begun to envision the day when his Tribe would become the strongest among all Lizardfolk.

And the price for all this was merely the elimination of those captured tribesmen and some losses in the ongoing battle!

What a profit!

However, the wisdom that also came with being a strong individual prevented him from making a decision immediately based on such an impulse.

This wasn't the first time he had wanted to eliminate this so-called Lord. The last time the opponent came, he had tried. Although the opponent couldn't do anything to them, they had made thorough preparations and ultimately retreated safely. Would the opponent forget these preparations this time and foolishly walk into a trap?

That was naturally impossible!

As for that family of Mind Flayers, there should be more than one, right? This was the youngest one? If it came and dared to appear here like this, would the other one not come?

That was also naturally impossible!

Therefore!

After a long period of contemplation, Kazvito finally reached this conclusion: these exposed forces were all deliberately placed there by the opponent. The opponent must still be hiding more powerful forces, and saying all this was purely to lure him into action!

So, sometimes, being too wise or too clever might not be a good thing, because an overdeveloped brain always tends to complicate things that are clearly simple, just like Kazvito now.

If it weren't him making the decision now, but any other Lizardfolk with enough ambition, they would have issued the attack order immediately. But unfortunately, there were no "ifs" like that. The Leader of the Lizardfolk was still him, Kazvito!

Landen smiled happily because he saw the struggle on Kazvito's face, so he knew very well that his judgment of Kazvito was completely correct.

His impression of Kazvito naturally came from his memories. In his memories, this Lizardfolk chieftain was very interesting. He looked so strong and possessed such great power, yet he didn't seem to like taking action himself. He preferred to talk.

Talking to his own kind, ordering them to do this and that.

Talking to enemies, using words to display his strength.

And such talkative individuals generally thought a lot. Thinking a lot made them prone to being swayed by inertia, and thus more easily deceived by Landen's schemes.

The facts once again proved Landen's correctness.

"Don't try to lure me, Dark Elf!" Kazvito growled, but he did not issue an attack order.

"Lure you? What did I lure you into?" Landen shrugged, pointed at the several Lizardfolk being controlled in the distance, and said, "We need to understand each other. Either you attack me and rescue your tribesmen, or I will continue my attack until your Tribe is completely conquered. So, if you're not going to attack me now, are you not going to rescue your kin?"

With a single sentence, all the Lizardfolk looked at Kazvito.

"Nonsense! How could I abandon my tribesmen!" Kazvito roared. He had indeed had such thoughts, but how could he show them.

"Then, what are your thoughts?" Landen said, "I don't have much patience. If you don't make a choice, I'll have to do as I see fit."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and pointed at the Lizardfolk captives, saying, "Starting from an hour later, every hour, I will kill one captive until they are all dead. Then, I will attack your tribesmen in various ways until you are all killed, or you surrender to me."

"You dare!" Kazvito's eyes widened, and he roared furiously at Landen.

"What don't I dare? I told you, there will be an outcome between us. Since you won't choose, I can only do this." Landen spread his hands.

Over there, Kazvito did not answer Landen, because at this moment, he was whispering with the two Lizardfolk beside him, using the unique language of the Lizardfolk tribe. No one on Landen's side understood.

Landen had no intention of shutting up, so he continued, "Although I can't understand what you're saying, I can probably guess."

"The subordinate on your left must be advising you not to worry about the captives and to attack us immediately, right? As long as we are eliminated along with the Mind Flayer family, you will be the strongest in this region, and this will only cost the lives of a few dozen tribesmen."

"Ah, ah, the subordinate on your right must be objecting. Those are dozens of tribesmen, nearly a third of your entire Tribe's population. You can't just abandon them. You must save them!"

"Shut up!" Kazvito finally couldn't stand this fly-like fellow anymore. This roar was much louder than any previous one, and the eyeballs protected by his eyelids were filled with bloodshot veins, not from anger, but from extreme irritation.

"What, can't make up your mind? I have another proposal, do you want to hear it?" Landen's smile deepened, everything was proceeding according to his plan.

"You are a strong individual. As far as I know, your strength is already the strongest in your Tribe in the last hundred years. Strong individuals should rely on strength to speak. So, how about I send someone out here to have a fair and just battle with you. The losing side must submit to the winning side."

A choice that was incredibly simple was suddenly presented to Kazvito, who was already dizzy and confused. The powerful Lizardfolk chieftain's eyes lit up, and without even thinking, he roared, "I agree!"

Landen shrugged and snapped his fingers lightly.

Done!