Seeing this scene, the wandering Wetland Lizard-men stirred once more, with caution, vigilance, worry, and envy flickering in their eyes.
Bright, standard-issue full set of metal armor!
This is the equipment they could only dream of.
Now, these unfamiliar kin, each has it, and also steel sabers!
Oh, Lizard-man God above, were those steel sabers forged by dwarves? Why do they look so sharp?
Feeling my saliva almost dripping...
Why are my kin so extravagant, just because they joined that human?
Looking at Lear again, their expressions became subtle.
If the other side is willing to use their kin, is there a possibility... they could use them too?
From the conversation with the other side just now, one could hear that overflowing sense of superiority.
No, no, they are Lizard-men; how could they possibly join humans... But if my kin could, why couldn't they?
Countless thoughts trembled in their minds.
As the atmosphere gradually tensed, a burly figure approached from the side.
