"Look at what they've done. This time, over 5,000 lake fish were killed or stunned by the explosion! Our lake didn't have many fish to begin with, and after one blast, the ecosystem is on the verge of collapse."
"And when I went to reason with them. They shamelessly threw a disgusting blueprint, reeking of alcohol and sweat, in my face, saying that after calculation, this would significantly increase the irrigation area for Jorn Shallow Bay."
"These iron-headed fools only know how to calculate. They even arrogantly claim that we Druids are just a bunch of long-eared idiots, and without their irrigation channels, the wheat fields wouldn't even suffice to feed the Goblins. Is it worth destroying the entire Lake Reiflin ecosystem for irrigation?"
The Elder Druid's roar shook dust from the Deer Horn Crown atop his head, clearly indicating that this round of explosions left him in a terrible state.
