As a Doghead, Yugulos was the first to notice Green's gaze.
Wearing a red robe patterned with lava, Yugulos stepped forward, his eyes and expression alight with fanatical fervor.
"Great King of Lava and Black Smoke, the Caster Legion now has around five hundred Warlocks in total. The vast majority have mastered one or two aura spells, as well as three to five offensive and defensive spells. Though they aren't as powerful as pure Mages, they're far stronger in direct combat than ordinary Mages!"
Hiss!!!
Yugulos's words made the many commanders behind him draw in sharp breaths. First, they looked at Yugulos, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Then they turned to Green, their awe growing ever more apparent.
More than five hundred Warlocks was an absolutely staggering number.
Though Warlocks were much easier to produce than Mages, such a huge number was still astonishing.
A medium-sized tribe usually had only one or two spellcasters. More than five hundred Warlocks would take at least three hundred medium-sized tribes to produce.
But even if you added together every tribe in the entire Aelsmi Mountains, there were fewer than a hundred. Under normal circumstances, there was no way they could have produced so many Warlocks.
Throughout the entire Aelsmi Mountains, the only one capable of accomplishing all this was their great King of the Lava Clan.
What's more, Green's differences from other Red Dragons had long since spread throughout the Lava Clan.
He wasn't fickle, nor did he have a tyrant's appetite for domination. He possessed only the resolve to conquer everything.
Above Lava Lake, Green paid no heed to the commanders' changing expressions and spoke in an even tone.
"If that's the case, have the three Legions make ready. It's time to conquer the Kingdom of Thebes. Once we win this war,