Lost Forest.
In this forest, there are several Lizardman Tribes living, constantly in conflict with each other. But now, these Lizardman Tribes, who have always been embroiled in disputes, have united.
There's only one reason.
"Have you confirmed the movements of the United Army?"
Standing on a tall rock, a strong Lizardman holding a Long Spear opened his Eyes wide, staring into the distance, and then asked. His Lizardman subordinate beside him looked at the sky and then nodded.
"Yes, the Scout just reported that the Golem has already reached the outskirts of the forest, in half a day's time, the United Army will launch an Attack on us."
"Hmph, mere Humans dare to lay a hand on us? They mustn't think that just because they've crushed some Subhuman races, they can ignore us Lizard Clan!"
