On the eastern side of the Aelsmi Mountains, lush green forests blanketed the slopes, while broad rivers cut across the range, nourishing a vibrant abundance of life.
Countless monsters lived in the jungle, each claiming its own territory.
But with the Lava Clan's arrival, the flames of war began to spread at a furious pace.
The Lava Clan acted according to its own will. Any race that refused to submit to the Lava Clan suffered a devastating blow.
These races, dragonified by Green, were vastly superior to their own kind. Against races whose potential fell far short of theirs, it was a complete mismatch.
The Trolls—or rather, the Trolls who had gained the power of Flame through Dragonification and had renamed themselves the Flame Trolls!
Their target was every Troll tribe in the entire Aelsmi Mountains.
In front of a Troll tribe built from stone and logs, the leader of the Flame Trolls, Lakstan, appeared at the very front of the tribe.
Ordinary Trolls stood only three or four meters tall, while the Flame Trolls averaged over five meters. Lakstan, as the leader of his race, stood a full ten meters tall.
His body was covered in red patterns, and he radiated scorching heat. At a glance, it was clear that he possessed spellcasting abilities ordinary Trolls lacked.
The ground shook as Lakstan approached, and many Trolls began to tremble.
Trolls might not have much in the way of brains, but they weren't completely stupid. This strange kinsman, whose body was covered in red patterns, was clearly far stronger than their tribe's leader.
Boom!!!
Lakstan swung the spiked club in his hand—a weapon made from special wood and capped with an iron hammerhead—and slammed it down at the entrance to the Troll tribe.
"Either be destroyed beneath the iron hooves