Though the command group and the management of every family shouted themselves hoarse, the Undead could always manage to... I'm not listening, I'm not listening, some bastard's chanting scriptures.
So Hill quickly saw what monsters both sides had been hiding: although these creatures did not dare take the initiative against the large numbers of Undead, that did not mean they could endure strangers barging into their territory and making a racket.
The creatures emerging from the right that the Undead found most intolerable were the strong, filthy War Lizardfolk, accompanied by quite a few Giant Lizards... It seemed these creatures had long been hiding in the distance, watching this Elven army pass by... So although they brandished their spears and great clubs arrogantly, the War Lizardfolk cautiously kept three hundred meters away from the Undead.
Then their swagger was answered by countless Fireballs... These Lizardfolk stank far too badly. Three hundred meters was nowhere near enough to block that maddening odor... The Undead poured all the rage they had been holding in for so long onto them.
The Undead's greatest grievance with the Underdark had always been the creatures that represented all things disgusting and foul-smelling.
The War Lizardfolk retreated frantically. They knew these Elves were terrifying... even stronger than the Drow and Dwarves who often captured them as slaves. But to creatures as ignorant as them, three hundred meters already counted as a vast distance... The Drow never wasted arrows on them. Against such brainless monsters, scimitars were enough.
Since he could not smell anything, Hill carefully examined these long-famous War Lizardfolk... Kobolds on the surface, War Lizardfolk underground—both were monsters that spoke Draconic. Moreover, War Lizardfolk were not only oviparous; their priests could also control Draconic Beasts.
Toril had countless imaginative novels about this... The origins of Kobolds