"Hiss~ Kalakapapa, the fury from the Demon King will bring disaster upon the Lizardmen!"
The scaly elder with graying scales warned Kalakapapa, the leader of the Lizardmen. He appeared distracted, shaking a bone vessel in his hands while issuing warnings as he moved frantically back and forth.
"Prophet... I don't understand."
Kalakapapa furrowed his brow, speaking to the Lizardman Prophet with a mix of anger and confusion, "Spring has already arrived three days ago, yet there's still no movement from the Demon King Territory. I don't think they have the spare capacity to deal with us."
However, under the gaze of leaders from dozens of tribes, the Prophet did not answer the leader's question. He just kept running around the territory, staring at the small holes in the vessel in his hand.
