As the Werewolf Warriors charged the Lizardman ambush troops in the woods, Yan Xing rode his Chocobo forward, casually making his way across the battlefield.
The Lizardmen, losing their will to resist, were being slaughtered and fell back step by step. The deafening sounds of fierce combat filled Yan Xing's ears, yet he faced no danger.
After a while, Yan Xing followed the attacking troops to a crude hut.
Inside the hut lay many bones, still covered with flesh and blood.
He sniffed the air…
Why is there a smell of gasoline too?
"Chui Chui, where is the enemy's Lizardfolk Hero on the Bipedal Flying Dragon?"
Chui Chui had deployed five reconnaissance drones to provide high-altitude early warnings for the battle. One drone, equipped with a high-definition night-vision camera, had locked onto a figure circling in the air.
"Master, the enemy is at coordinates 356:69:24. Currently, they are showing no intention to attack."
