Relying on the constant addition of diesel, along with the presence of the Entangling Vines around the perimeter, the flames had grown increasingly fierce for a time, putting the green-skinned commander on the other side in an even better mood.
But this state obviously could not continue forever.
As time passed, the green-skinned commander on the other side gradually came to his senses as well, realizing that something seemed wrong. The flames had been brought under control!
"Why? Why won't this fire spread any farther?!"
The situation before him left the green-skinned commander utterly baffled.
The flames could not continue spreading. At this point, they even showed signs of slowly shrinking. The result made his expression terribly ugly. All his earlier smugness vanished, and his emotions began spiraling out of control as he grew increasingly agitated and furious.
During this time, the black clouds in the sky slowly drifted away. Cold moonlight spilled down, revealing the green-skinned commander's figure.
He was a burly figure. Though not as large as an ogre, he was still considerably taller than ordinary green-skinned soldiers, standing an estimated two and a half meters tall.
Unlike the poorly equipped green-skinned soldiers, this green-skinned commander was wearing a fairly decent set of metal armor, though it was already somewhat battered. He leaned on a massive double-bladed battle-axe, looking just like a general.
Gazing at the battlefield before him, the green-skinned general spoke in a voice tinged with irritation.
"Shaman!"
Hearing the summons, a small, hunched Goblin Shaman hurried out. He carried a shabby bone staff and had a tattered cloth draped over his head.
"I await your orders, General."
"Go! Use that move!"
"As you wish, General."
After answering, the Goblin Shaman hurriedly turned and withdrew. He then came before several other Goblin Shamans who were waiting