The battle ended somewhat anticlimactically, but the outcome was all too clear.
The last hope of the Fire Lizard Clan, the Fire Lizard King Morick, had been defeated.
At the mouth of the mineshaft, the miners called up by Lord Richard had despondent expressions. They knew that the Fire Lizard Clan had completely lost all hope.
Standing to the side, Richard watched the scene and nodded imperceptibly.
This was the effect he had wanted.
He knew that before this moment, these Fire Lizards had still harbored impractical fantasies, believing that the Fire Lizard King could lead them once more to expel the Wizards.
But now, that fantasy was shattered.
A younger Fire Lizard, upon seeing Morick flee, suddenly drew a small knife from his belt and stabbed viciously at his own throat.
"Herar, what are you doing!"
