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Cleaning up the battlefield quickly concluded.
The victorious players sang songs of triumph as they headed back towards Withered Wood Port, leaving the raging forest fire to continue burning.
The rainforest here was too dense for the Magic Crystal Tanks to get through. If the fire could clear some land, it would at least help them build roads here.
As the Demon King Army made their way home, a figure swiftly darted beneath the clouds above the battlefield.
The Lizardman circling in the air wasn't anyone else but the leader of the Wind Roar Tribe - "Great Wind Chief" Urga.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, with a hint of bone-deep fear hidden in their depths.
Just an hour ago, he had been unshakably convinced that the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom would crush those arrogant outsiders like crushing an insect on the beach.
